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Full Character Name: Katy Bevans
Character Birthday & Age: December 3, 1994
City & Country of Birth: Cardiff, Wales
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Muggleborn
House & Year: Hufflepuff 4th year

Wand: Katy's wand is made of rigid Blackthorn wood, which is good for divination and the Dark Arts.  The core is Dragon Heartstring, which is good for hexes and curses.  The smooth shaft reflects her straightforward approach to problems and her desire for perfection.

Physical Description: Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 110lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown

Physically, Katy Bevans is an ordinary 14 year old girl.  She's a little on the short side and slender.  What meat there is on her bones is mostly a thin layer of fat and very little muscle because physical fitness was never of particular interest to Katy.

Her hair is light brown that has a tendency to curl and mat.  It always looks a little unkempt because most days Katy can't be bothered to brush it.  On top of that, she hates the fluffy look it gets when she does run a brush through it because it gets in her way.  Her mother always had a way of washing and brushing it though that made it fall in soft, elegant waves that made Katy look older but Katy doesn't care to try and repeat it, certain it wouldn't work but telling herself that the way her hair looks isn't important.

She has overall fair skin with no freckles.  However, when she gets angry or upset, her cheeks and ears get bright red with rushing blood.  Her face is oval in shape with a pointed chin and a rounded nose.  She could be quite beautiful if she ever smiled.  Usually, however, she is frowning either concentration or disapproval.


Personality Description: Katy is young, untried but extremely intelligent and intuitive.  She is able to develop strong and accurate insights to people and things by taking note of the patterns of behaviors she witnesses.  She understand people, and care very deeply about those who have earned a close and personal relationship with her.  Unfortunately, Katy is very shy and quiet.  She tends to rely on herself and has very high standards, which often means she has unrealistic expectations and finds it difficult to accept other's weaknesses.

But Katy is usually as genuinely warm as she is complex.  She holds a special place in the heart of people she is close to, who are able to see her gifts and depth of caring. Katy is concerned for people's feelings, and tries to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. She is very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful Katy into a state of agitation or charged anger. The conflicts that rouse her anger to the highest are those concerning the people closest to her, those with whom she has come to strongly identify.

Because Katy has such strong intuitive capabilities, she trusts their own instincts above all else. This may result in stubborness and the tendency to ignore other people's opinions. She believes that she's right. On the other hand, Katy is a perfectionist who doubts that she is living up to her full potential. She is rarely at complete peace with herself - there's always something else she should be doing to improve herself and the world around her. She believes in constant growth, and doesn't often take time to revel in her accomplishments. She has strong value systems, and needs to live her life in accordance with what she feels is right. In a lot of ways, though, Katy is gentle and easy going. Conversely, she has very high expectations of herself and her friends and she doesn't believe in compromising her ideals.


History: On Katy's first day of school, she met a girl named Bryn.  She was beautiful with blonde ringlets and a soft, royal blue dress and white pumps.  Katy, in her ratty jeans and threadbare grey t-shirt would never have dreamed of approaching.  But when Katy's mother walked away from her, barely containing her tears, and Katy was being teased for being upset, the beautiful Bryn leapt to her defense.  From then on they were the fastest of friends.  They went everywhere together and did everything side by side.  Bryn was vivacious, full of light and energy and Katy simply reveled in it and idolized the girl.

Katy's displays of young, uncontrolled magic occurred whenever she felt the consuming need to protect Bryn from her troubles.  She once slammed a door in the face of their school's Assistant Headmaster when he was reprimanding Bryn for something, she did it using on her mind and her anger.   The next time, Bryn had gotten into an argument with an older kid in town, he had the nerve to push beautiful Bryn in her beautiful pink day dress and then found himself choking with the maroon school tie around his neck.  She did it using only her mind and her anger. 

But shortly before Katy's tenth birthday, Bryn's family moved to northern Italy to care for Bryn's ailing grandmother.  The loss of her best friend was devastating.  With no friends with whom to laugh and play, she withdrew into herself and became quiet and sullen.   

Her mood only worsened with every one of her parent's arguments.  Stressed and preoccupied on top of her emotional withdrawal, Katy did not only remain friendless, but she actively drove the other kids away.  They shunned her and called her names.  She stared at them and derided them for their poor schoolwork and low intelligence. 

Finally the arguments came to a head.  Katy had to watch from the stairs as her father grew angrier and angrier and finally strike her mother.  The solid floor beneath his feet turned liquid and he disappeared through it, swallowed up.  They eventually found him in the basement, having just slipped through the floorboards but the damage was done in more than one way.  Katy's mother filed for divorce and moved across the city with Katy.  Shortly thereafter Katy received her letter from Hogwarts and she went away to school.

Unfortunately, Katy found it very difficult to make friends, even with magical children at Hogwarts and has spent the past three in a sort of voluntary isolation.  But as she grows older, she yearns for the connection of friendship, even though she is severely out of practice in dealing with people.


Classes:

Core Classes Astronomy Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Herbology History of Magic Potions Transfiguration No

Electives No Arithmancy Care of Magical Creatures No No

How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Katy was chosen for Hufflepuff because her loyalty to her family and close friends, the people she truly loves, is the most important thing in the world.

Writing Sample: The carpet was rough on the back of her thighs.  She scooted forward to the edge of the top stair and tugged on the hem of her jean shorts.  The shadows of her parents danced on the white wall at the bottom, cast from the fluorescent light in the kitchen. 

They were arguing again.  She hated it when they shouted because it made her stomach squelchy.  She wanted this to stop!  She didn't want to hear it anymore either but her room was above the kitchen and the floor vibrated with her parent's voices.  Katy heard her name and scooted down a step, then another when her desire to know overcame her caution.  She crept silently to the foot of the stairs and peered around the corner into the kitchen, her brown eyes wide.

Words didn't interest her.  She'd found that the words people spoke were not the words they felt.  And so, years later, she would not remember what the argument was about, she would only remember the rage in her father's eyes when his fist pulled back.  It hung there, suspended, for just a moment and then it lashed forward, catching her still shouting mother on the side of the face.
Katy shouted and lunged into the kitchen but her tiny voice was drowned out but the thud of her mother's body against the kitchen table.  The steel pot fell crashed to the floor, scattering cold macaroni.  Plates shattered against the linoleum. 

Whether he heard her above the din, or simply sensed her presence, her father spun around.  "What are you doing down here?" he snarled.  He leaned threateningly towards her with a finger pointed.  One heavy boot lifted but the ground upon which it landed was not solid.  It was loose and rippling like quicksand.  It grew and bubbled around the sole of his boot, spreading out to absorb the other foot but going no further.  It smelled of wet soil and decay.

Katy met her father's eyes as he began to sink into the kitchen floor.  Her eyes were hard and accusatory.  Her father's were scared.  But she did not care and she was not moved.  Her mother was a slight woman with a kind heart and a soft touch.  Katy loved her with all her heart.  Anyone who pushed her so far into the quagmire of hatred deserved to drown in it.  Even if that person was her own father.  Especially if it was him because he, of all people, was supposed to love the two of them without condition.  He was foul.

He sunk further and further into the white, grainy muck of the quicksand linoleum until it was seeping over his eyelids and covering his wildly rolling eyes.  When the tips of his outstretched hands disappeared, the floor subsided.  When Katy came forward to comfort her mother, the floor was once again solid but the smell of wet soil and decay lingered.


Sum up your character in one paragraph: Katy hates to make small talk and meet new people because she's very quiet and focused more on her intellectual pursuits.  However, once the long and difficult process of making friends is complete, Katy is fiercely loyal.  Although Katy has high standards for herself and the people she surrounds herself with, the results of her efforts (like grades) are usually only slightly above the average.