Maevie Golding
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| Gender | Female |
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| Born | 3 February 1909 |
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| Family | The Golding Family |
| Bloodtype | Muggleborn |
| Social Class | Middle |
| Hogwarts House | Hufflepuff |
| Graduation Year | Class of 1927 |
| Occupation | Student |
| Residence | Norwich, England |
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Overview
Meavie is a cheerful child, a wild spirit and eager to explore. She loves to discover new things, learn and make all the friends she can. On the outside she appears as the girl that's always happy, somehow never having a bad day, a joyful aura as though the sun had never been brighter, as though there had never been a better day than today.
Despite the shattering loss of her father and the struggle of living through a war as a child, Maevie never lost her smile or the love for life. She gets along with almost everyone, always finds the good in every situation, the positive to every negative.
History
Maevie was born as the second child to muggle parents in Norwich, UK, in February 1909. She has a brother seven years older than her, Brock.
Life was good, peaceful, normal. Her father Alfred worked as a banker, earning good money and providing the family with all they could need. Her mother Agnes would stay home and take care of the children and the household, earning a small salary on the side for altering clothes on occasion, having learned the skill from her own mother.
They led a happy, fulfilled life. The first five years of her life, Maevie knew nothing but love, happiness and joy for her family, her friends and the town she called home.
Things rapidly changed though with the start of WWI in 1914 and Britain's involvement in defeating Germany. For a while, not much changed. Both her parents continued their day to day lives, keeping things as normal as possible for their young daughter, in the hope of sheltering her. But even the best efforts couldn't keep the draft letter from finally arriving at their home late 1916, informing Alfred of his selection to join the military.
Nothing was the same after that.
Agnes stepped up to compensate for the loss of her husband's income, the small payment coming from his service and the government insufficient to keep the family afloat. She got lucky and found employment as a dressmaker for a private business, her experience in tailoring and detailed handwork coming to her rescue.
It allowed her son to remain in school instead of having to find a job as well, barely 14, continuing on to secondary school. Maevie attended public elementary school.
The absence of Alfred was felt heavily by Agnes and both children. The fear for his life a continuous weight, the letters sent back home too little to fill the gap left by the absence of a father and husband.
And it remained forever when Alfred fell in action in November 1917 during the battle of Passchendaele, Belgium.
Only slowly did the reality of her father never coming home sink in, the childish, naive hope that there had been a mistake keeping eight year old Maevie waiting for him everyday despite her mother's and brother's careful explanations. Even after the war had ended, Maevie kept on hoping but of course Alfred never came home.
It sat deeply rooted in her heart and soul, that loss, but eventually even Maevie accepted the fate she had been dealt, learning to live with it and still maintain her cheerful attitude.
Her mother opened her own little boutique a year after the war had ended, finding great success and earning well enough to keep her son in school still, financing his studies to become an engineer.
Maevie's letter came unexpectedly, on a cool winter morning, and surprising everyone. Meavie was the first in her family to have magic in her blood, eliciting excitement and pride and a new joy after all the loss and trauma the family had had to endure.
