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Full Character Name: Dorothy Mytchell
Character Birthday & Age: June 1st 1998
City & Country of Birth: Fortrose, Scotland
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Muggleborn
House & Year: Slytherin First Year

Wand: Wand: Eight and a half inches, Ash Wood, a Dragon Heartstring Core; Decorated Shaft, Brittle.
Meaning: A slight lack of personality, though stubborn and of quick temperament; ambitious, but insecure.


Physical Description:
Dorothy sits small and demure, at about four feet, nine inches (1.5m) and perhaps she scrapes into the boundaries of seven stone (45kg).  Her hair is wispy and straw coloured and it just about straggles down to touch the top of her shoulder-blades.  Her eyes are a murky grey-green colour, and seem to sink into their own over-brightness.  She’s pale in face, and her lips are set into a thin line that occasionally quirks up at the corners.  She still lets her mother pick out her clothes, and thus usually ends up with dull, modest clothes.  Her steps tend to be very slow and deliberate, and she hunches in on herself.

Personality Description:
Having been prematurely born, Dorothy is fussed over constantly by her mother.  This has left her dependent on others and overly cautious.  Her mother's overzealousness in making sure that Dorothy was safe also meant that she was only allowed to play certain games with certain people, which have left Dorothy as somewhat of a snob.  In spite of this, Dorothy is a polite, quiet child - though this doesn't make her shy or unapproachable, simply succinct - who chews her bottom lip and cries easily, especially when afraid.   Dorothy is open; she wears her emotions on her sleeve and if she's not happy, she might not say it, but you'll know it.

As a child in the Muggle World, Dorothy wished to be a doctor.  Now that she's a member of the Wizarding World, her sights are simply set on finding out what jobs even exist.  When she was small, Dorothy struggled with the idea of working in a hospital because of a dreadful fear of becoming unwell - another trait instilled in her by her mother.  As she got older, the thought of being blamed for a patient's death is another thing that often brought her great discomfort, especially if it wasn't her fault.  The idea of deaths themselves didn't bother her if they couldn't be helped.

Only being allowed to interact with certain children has made Dorothy tailored towards certain types of people and completely tactless towards the rest.  She speaks to most people only when needed.  The only person she has ever been allowed (or pushed) to have an in-depth, open conversation with is her mother.  She has been taught to treat all teachers with respect at any given time, no matter what the circumstances.


History:
Dorothy was born to two muggles – Lauren Mytchell (nee Andrews) and Fenton Mytchell.
Dorothy’s mother, Lauren Mytchell, was expecting a July baby – maybe even an August baby.  Not a June baby; especially not an early June baby.  She put this down to stress from her early pregnancy because of – well, actually, she didn’t know what it was, but it was something that definitely wasn’t normal.  Having undergone the stress of a premature baby, Lauren felt that it was only fair that she be allowed some time away from the stresses of work and home.  She left her job as a secretary and stayed with her Aunt in Greece for five months as soon as she was allowed to leave hospital.  This left Dorothy largely in the care of nurses until she was two and a half months old.

When her father was allowed to bring her home, in August, Dorothy was only just eight pounds in weight.  He stayed away from work for a week and a half before leaving Dorothy in the care of her nanny, Theresa.  Theresa was – from what Dorothy can remember – a tall, strong woman who would have been able to pick her up with one hand, had Lauren or Fenton ever allowed it.  When Lauren came home, she began to fuss over her child, firing Theresa but allowing visits,at times.

Dorothy was often ill as a child, and – as a result – had to take a substantial amount of time off school.  This was only exacerbated by her mother, who would keep her out of harm’s way for things as insubstantial as colds.  Her father did not approve of this in the same way that he did not approve of Lauren not letting Dorothy attend the reception classes at the local Primary School.

Dorothy showed her first signs of magic when she was seven; Fenton and Lauren were shouting each other down, and a crying Dorothy had her eyes focused transfixed intently on a vase, away from her parents.  The vase exploded into a mess of glass and water.  Her mother pretended not to notice, but her father collected up the mass of dark crimson roses and presented them, wilting at the edges, to her mother.

Two months later, on January 7th, Lauren and Fenton were divorced.  Lauren, of course, got custody of Dorothy, though her father sent letters. 

Three years later, when Dorothy was nine, she received news of a second wife and half-sister – Anne.

When her Hogwarts letter arrived, Dorothy was secretly happy that she might be less suffocated by her mother, but it took a week and a half of Dorothy asking questions about the school and telling her that a good mother would let her go for her mother to concede defeat and allow her to go to the school, with strict instructions to write to her at least four times a week.


Joining Hogwarts has been somewhat of an ordeal for Dorothy; while she’s a little bit pleased to be away from her mother, she’s had trouble getting her homework done on time without someone to help here schedule it in, especially as she has to make time to write four letters a week.  She finds the Wizarding World intriguing, though she’s quite overwhelmed by the plethora of different people, and different sorts of people she’s met.  Bit by bit, she’s been learning which people her mother has been wrong about – Londoners, mostly; her mother never liked them, but some of them are alright.  She has not been surprised to find out that the ones she hasn’t been wrong about far outnumber the ones she has been wrong about.  She does her best to stay out of the way of those people.  A letter from her father has pointed out that it’s probably a good thing that she’s in a completely different world with different politics to her own, because if she’d been sent off to a muggle boarding school she mayn’t have made it through an hour without offending people with her mother’s views on the Labour Party, but Dorothy isn’t quite taking the change with the same sense of humour; she'd much rather be offending people than twiddling her thumbs in a corner with no idea what to say to people. 


Classes:

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

Electives No No No No No

How Do You Fit Into Your House?:
Dorothy was chosen for Slytherin - in part - because she had known exactly how she was going to achieve what she wanted to achieve since she was a child and had displayed this knowledge with conviction.  The other reason she was chosen was because she knew exactly how to get what she wanted without her first instincts being brute force - instead, she used tactics of manipulation to edge her way into the realm of others' trust.

Writing Sample:
Dorothy slowly edged her way into her bedroom on tiptoes.  She didn’t want mummy or father to hear her, because she’d been naughty and if they knew she was here, they’d ask her what she’d been doing downstairs.  She hadn’t meant to spill the milk, but father had left the cap off of it so when she’d walked into the kitchen, sliding her hand over the counter, it had just happened; the milk had run down the plastic cabinet and carpeted the wooden floor (mahogany, as father reminded her frequently) with white veins. Mummy would be so cross, and she might start shouting at father.  She began to nibble on her bottom lip, and shuffled over to her bed.  She had flower covers this week – she liked flowers, but she didn’t like planting them.  These flowers – mummy told her – were daisies.

She picked up her toy rabbit – Penelope - filled with beans and faded pink, and began to talk to her. 

“Help me,” she whispered.  She was somewhat disgruntled – when she spoke – to find that she was squeezing her words out from around a lump at the back of her throat. “I didn’t mean to, Penny.  I didn’t – I just…”

Dorothy trailed off – her lip was beginning to draw blood, and one transparent tear was slithering down her cheek.  She noticed, as the tear mingled with blood at the corner of her mouth, that they tasted the same.  It wasn’t a very nice taste, though.  She curled up in a ball at the side of her bed, and clutched Penelope close to her.  Out of the corner of her eye, Dorothy noticed her doorknob turning and jumped under the covers. 

“Dorothy, darling, are you in here?” A voice called.

Dorothy shook her head.  “No,” she replied.


Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Dorothy is a small, manipulative girl with a fear of punishment and a lack of human contact.  She cries easily and doesn't know how to function without her mother directing her every move.