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Carys Whitman

From Absit Omen Lexicon

Carys Whitman is a pure-blood girl who is trying very hard to be the sort of woman that her family wants her to be. Though it doesn't come naturally to her, she does her best to project the appropriate image. However, she is a truly nice person who wants to one day be a healer and help people- even if she keeps that to herself most of the time.

History

Carys' father is Joshua Whitman- who holds a seat on the International Council of Wizards. Her- Eloise- comes from the Russian pure-blood family of Grumman. Where the Whitman family is well respected and holds many important political positions in the British ministry, the Grumman family has long been associated with the dark arts and were once suspected followers of Voldemort.

Carys was the second born in the family, and the second girl. Her older sister- Maeve- is about a year and a half older than her. As a young girl, and even growing up, Carys idolized her big sister and wanted to be just like her. Though they, for the most part, got along- it is always annoying to have a little doppleganger following you about. And Carys was the better behaved of the siblings- the only time she got into trouble or acted out was the urging of her siblings or as a direct result of their actions.

Though she loved her big sister more than the world, Carys had and has little use for her younger brother Maxen. When he was born, much ado was made that there was finally an heir. While most children might get jealous, Carys was happy that her family name and her father's hard work would carry on. That was the pure-blood way, after all. Besides, Carys had grown up in the lap of luxury, wanting for nothing. What reason had she to be jealous of a baby?

But as Maxen grew older, he became quite the mischevious little boy. He had taken to calling her "Carrots" as a toddler, and she hated him for it. He also took to finding frogs, rats, and other creatures and torturing her with them. He would put them in her bed, her closet, her shoes, and more than once in her food. Carys quickly came to resent her brother. The feeling was likely mutual. Carys was the apple of her father's eye, and would tell on Maxen for every horrid thing he did to her. Such behavior was hardly appropriate for a young pure-blood boy- who should be the very picture of civility and propriety. Thus, her little brother was in trouble quite often- all, seemingly, because of her.

It did not become apparent to Carys that she was unlike the rest of her family until her first year of Hogwarts. Sitting on the stool, the sorting hat was lowered upon her head. Carys had always assumed she would be sorted into Slytherin. She would be there with her big sister, and with her cousins. It was the appropriate house for the Whitman she wanted to be, after all. But when the little voice buzzed in her ear, discussing how she was a perfect fit for Ravenclaw- Carys was horrified.

"I can't be a Ravenclaw!" she thought. "I just can't! It's all wrong!"
"Perhaps Hufflepuff, then? You are pure of heart, hard working, and loyal- all traits worthy of a badger."
"I'M A SLYTHERIN!" Carys yelled in her mind at the sorting hat. "I have to be a Slytherin!"
The sorting hat chuckled in her ear. "It would be like throwing you to the wolves..."

And on the argument went, for two full minutes. Eventually the hat wanted to hear no more of Carys' protests, and loudly proclaimed- RAVENCLAW. Carys was devastated, mortified, and dragged her feet sadly to join her new housemates. Though her father assured her that Ravenclaw was a perfectly respectable house, Carys couldn't see it. She had never told anyone that the hat thought her worthy of Hufflepuff. And instead insists the hat was quite torn betten Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

Her first few years at Hogwarts were awkward ones. Carys, now separated from the constant influence of her family, began to realize that she was unlike the personalities she had grown up around and grown up expecting to be. Carys liked her housemates. She often caught herself enjoying the company of people of lesser birth- and feeling guilty about it. Carys was a nice, kind individual- not the sort of person you'd expect to come from the Whitman clan.

She threw herself into her studies. She focused on her classes, wanting to make grades that would impress her parents. Carys also tried to surround herself with Slytherin friends and associates. It was important ot Carys that she had the appropriate friends and social circle- not wanting to disappoint. It was obvious that she wanted to be among the Slytherin elite, and also obvious that she wasn't cut out for the role. Eventually she found her niche, thought it was mostly the part of the pawn.

In her fifth year, she did a wonderful job on her OWLs. Carys passed all of them. And she continued her study in Charms, DaDA, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and Ancient Runes. She thought she might want to be a healer someday. It appealed to her, and she was skilled with healing spells and potions. She also had a great aptitude for charms. Her study of Ancient Runes was continued simply because she genuinely enjoyed the class. And, despite the past of the professor with one of her relatives, rather liked and respected Professor Reid as an instructor.

Now a sixth year, Carys is continuing to work hard in classes. With the tournament in full swing, she is attempting to maintain a spotless reputation in the hopes of impressing the foreign students of pure-blood descent. Her sister has recently graduated, and Carys misses her very much. It's harder to maintain the facade now that her main influence has left Hogwarts.