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Full Character Name: Sybil Lee
Character Birthday & Age: August 22nd, 1998
City & Country of Birth: Yorkshire, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Muggleborn
House & Year: Ravenclaw 1st Year

Wand: 11 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Eucalyptus

Physical Description: Weighing only 55 pounds at 4'6'', Sybil's petite frame causes her to be frequently mistaken for a child few years younger. With her very pale skin, striking hazel eyes and a cherubic face framed by ash-blonde hair, Sybil looks like a proper character out of a children's fairy story. Her dressing style is extremely girlish in the traditional way, with her often donning pastel-hued dresses. Sybil also really loves lacy clothing and all sorts of pretty little accessories, from hairbands to the star-charm anklet her mother gave her.


Personality Description: Sybil's a really sweet, kind girl who wants nothing but happiness for almost everyone she meets. She's also incredibly sensitive to people's emotions - she's easily able to tell if someone's feeling down. When someone's in trouble, she'll risk it all to help that person - even at her own expense.

However, most people only know her as 'the quiet girl'. Sybil is barely able to talk to anyone unless she knows them well. With people her age, she is still able to converse minimally despite feeling terribly anxious and afraid whenever she needs to carry out a conversation. However, with adults, she has a much more severe problem - she is unable to even speak to them, often resorting to hiding her face or even running away. Other times, when confronted in a social situation that is perfectly normal for most children, such as having to answer a question in class or being shouted at, Sybil is also unable to say a word.

 At home though, she's chatty and smiley like any other bubbly girl her age. Upon receiving numerous calls about her 'refusal to speak' from her teachers, Sybil's grandmother dismissed her condition as a classic case of shyness and expected her to 'grow out of it'. Though her teachers in school before Hogwarts continually tried all means and ways to coerce her into speaking, she simply cannot - and after some time, they gave up. Nobody knows it yet, but Sybil suffers from social anxiety and selective mutism. They probably never will either, unless someone bothers to help her break her wall of silence. For now, though, almost everyone mistakes her for being very shy or very rude. Sybil greatly wishes she could get rid of all this silly 'shyness' too because it makes her feel really horrible about herself.

To top it all up, Sybil's also really accident-prone: every time she trips up or drops something, she gets really anxious and scared and begins to imagine everyone's looking at her, which makes her defensive mechanisms (such as hiding or covering her eyes and ears) kick in. Only then do the weird stares start coming.

Despite her obvious deficiency in social skills, Sybil has a real flair for drawing - she has a sketchbook she carries around with her everywhere. Rather than talk to people, Sybil will often draw them and their activities instead - drawing calms her down and she feels free and brave when she does it, as if she can capture something beautiful with her pencil. Sybil really hopes she can become an artist when she grows up.

Books also provide a kind of escape for Sybil; when she reads, all her insecurities and fears fall away. It's a magical thing for her, to be able to immerse oneself in the content of a book. She's also very intelligent and picks up new skills and spells very easily, though most think her daft because of how little she says. Thankfully for her grades and survival in the magical world though, Sybil can still cast spells because the words are fixed and there's an instant effect to whatever you're saying, which really helps her feel at ease.

History: Sybil was born in Yorkshire, the daughter of Helen and Thomas Lee who ran the neighbourhood bookstore. Since she was little, Sybil was practically raised on books - picture-books with proud and noble animals, valiant knights and dainty princesses, thick novels from forgotten ages written in an almost foreign version of our language, poetry anthologies full of the minds of poets past and present. She had a happy childhood, full of laughter on the broad, reassuring shoulders of her jolly bearded father and loving embraces in the cradle of her gentle, beautiful mother. One could compare her childhood to a classic children's novel, even.

However, when Sybil was five, the entire family was in a car accident on the way to visit her maternal grandmother Violet. Because she had been lying in her mother's lap when the car swerved the wrong way and rammed into the kerb, she received full cushioning from the blow and could only watch her parents bleed to death before she blacked out. After the tragic accident, Sybil's grandmother, an illiterate old lady who kept mostly to herself (and hence didn't want to move into Sybil's mother's house), took her into her care and made sure she had a proper upbringing best as she could. Despite her new home's lack of books, Sybil began to find joy in bringing sheets of paper and pencils and paint out to the woods to draw and paint. Unfortunately though, Violet's lack of knowledge led her to have misconceptions about the child's alleged shyness  - until now, she believes Sybil's choosing not to speak. Today, when asked about her family, Sybil will never say a word. Partly because she doesn't remember anything about the accident and partly because well, she can't.


Classes:

Core Classes Astronomy Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Herbology History of Magic Potions Transfiguration Flying

Electives No No No No No

How Do You Fit Into Your House?: She's incredibly intelligent, though you obviously wouldn't get that at once when talking to her. But of course the Sorting Hat knows that. Sybil's also very curious about everything, intellectually or otherwise. Her primary methods for finding things out are reading and exploring.


Writing Sample: Today was the day, Genie knew it was. The day she would travel to the Wizarding World using this strange Portkey she had to hold on to. She would meet other Magical children and do Magical things, and finally- no more sewing, cooking or dressmaking! She would learn things that were actually useful and interesting, and she would fit in instead of being the strange girl who didn't act like a girl! With excitement bursting out of her, she touched the Portkey and a puff of smoke engulfed her, swirling pink and puffy as she floated away to her destination, a World of all things whimsical...

"Hey, Genie! Wake up! Mother says it's time for you to assemble at the Portkey place! Oi!" Avery, her elder brother, was yelling in her ear. "What?!" She yelled, in a manner that was certainly not ladylike. Her brother laughed and gave her a good pat on the back. "So today I'll be getting rid of my little rogue sister, eh?" He ruffled her messy bed-hair and pushed her out of the bed. "Come on!" Genie smiled thankfully and jumped into the bathroom to get ready as fast as she could. Only five minutes were left before the assigned time, and should she not make it in time, the Portkey would close, and then- She didn't even want to think about how she would get there then. After a quick shower and with her hair fresh-smelling and clean, she got into a simple dress(no frills! Finally!) and ran as fast as she could to the door, grabbing her luggage and her shopping list with her. Molly, the grey baby kitten with sapphire eyes Gwen, her elder sister and Avery had saved up to buy for Genie, mewed happily in her little basket.

At the door, Genie saw her mother waiting for her. She was, as usual, dressed neatly and prettily, though with only enough extravagance their humble family could afford. Today, Mildred Lockhart did not criticise her youngest child's manner of running in such a childish way, nor did she shake her head at the ridiculously simple dress she was wearing(which was only suitable for summer wear). Instead, she smiled faintly and tucked a lock of hair behind Genie's ear. She had a feeling she should hug her, that she should display more affection like she wanted to. But no, she must keep her cool. "Learn well, Iphigeneia my child," she said in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "Yes, Mother! I will!" Genie was far too excited to reply politely or anything. With a last wave, she lugged all her belongings with her and ran out the door, hoping with all her heart that she would not miss the Portkey. She smiled to herself as she ran, anxious and a little sad and excited- all her feelings mashed up into one. Goodbye, Oxford, goodbye Mother, goodbye Gwen and Avery! She thought with a wistful sigh. And hello Hogwarts! Genie quickened her pace and the luggage she was carrying nearly seemed weightless.

As she reached the place where the Portkey was supposed to be, and was relieved to see a crowd of children gathering there. So she was on time! Quite out-of-breath, Genie saw a watering can on the ground and assumed it must be the Portkey... was it? She remembered that the Professor who had given her the letter had told her to hold it so she could be transported. Hold it? But how, and when, and how was it even possible to travel like this?! In the end, Genie decided to just believe in magic and she saw a few other children grab the watering can. Shrugging, she did the same and waited... but nothing happened. Just as she was about to loosen her grip and ask if she was doing something wrong, the ground around her seemed to cave in and her stomach gave an odd lurch. It felt dizzying and uncomfortable and zooming and amazingly strange, and Genie closed her eyes since keeping them open only made her feel ill, the way everything was zooming. It seemed like an eternity before she thudded to the ground in a daze.

"That was fast!" Genie blinked in surprise and stood up, her legs still wobbly from the sensation. She spotted a girl who looked her age also getting up from the soft grass and thought it was a good opportunity to ask what they were doing, because maybe some people knew better about this whole magic thing.

"Hello! Are you a Hogwarts first-year too? I'm Iphigeneia but you can call me Genie," she smiled and introduced herself to the curly-haired girl as she walked towards Hogwarts with everyone else. The castle looked dark and welcoming at the same time, like how winter nights were sort of cosy. Genie saw a Professor leading the first-years in and she hurried to catch up with them, hoping the girl would follow.


Sum up your character in one paragraph: Sybil's an sensitive, sweet girl who will go out of her way to help those who need it. She's talented at drawing and incredibly intelligent, with a penchant for picking up new skills and knowledge quickly. However, she has a problem with conversing with people. With people her age, she barely talks unless she knows you well but with adults, she can't speak at all. She's had a good upbringing which was marred by a terrible car accident she remembers none of - since then, she's lived with her maternal grandmother.