Name: Cécile Daria Fornsway
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Year: Sixth Year
House: Slytherin
Sexuality: Straight
Ethnicity: American/French
Hair/Eye Color: Hair is medium length, long enough for a ponytail but short enough to flow freely. It is a deep honey color with light caramel highlights. Side swept bangs across her small forehead and it falls pin straight. Her eyes are an icy blue color.
Pet: A small, male barn owl, brown in color, named Mounty. Around the face is a whitish caramel color with deep chocolate eyes. Never regrets sending a message and will willingly stay with Cécile throughout the school day.
Home Life: Cécile was born in Toulouse, France. She lived there with her family members until she was 5, where her family moved to America before she was invited to attend Hogwarts. In her school, she was confused at first because she only spoke French, but eventually learned English but still speaks French perfectly, so she was already bilingual. She reached Hogwarts with open arms, ready to open a new chapter in her life.
Father: Marcus Clément Fornsway, 44. He works in the world of law. He is a judge for the town’s largest courthouse. Marcus is very tall for an older man, almost six feet tall with light brown, short hair and blue green eyes. He began teaching his children magic when they were young, so they knew what the magic world was like. Marcus works late nights with the jury, and often has a briefcase full of case files and law books. Marcus met Cécile’s mother through law school, and were married a few years out of college.
Mother: Morgane Souhaite Fornsway, 42. She works as a member of the grand jury for the same courthouse that Marcus works for. That has no effect on her decisions, however. She is one of the most respected members of the jury and often makes the final call on cases. Morgane is very petit, standing at only five feet two inches. She has short, honey colored hair and hazel eyes. Morgane is an alumni student of Hogwarts as well, so she is and has helped to prepare her children for the school’s journeys. Morgane always looks professional with a skirt suit set, heels and semi-expensive jewelry, and a lovely car. Although Marcus is two years her senior, she still loves him and was glad they met.
Older Sister: Julie Anne Fornsway, 21. She works as a consultant for Gringotts. She has been working there through college and will be graduating from college this year. She helps people that have any questions about Gringotts or their vaults. Julie has earned the respect of many of her fellow workers as well. Julie is five feet four inches with jet black hair and hazel eyes. She dyed her hair to make her look more mature and to be different, although she isn’t a complete rebel. She has a boyfriend of two years, named John-Pierre Soulijez, and they are quite serious, but marriage is not thought about quite yet.
Diving deeper: Cécile is a fun-loving person, and always has at least two people with her. She prefers to study alone, however, so she is often seen by herself with a book in the Common Room, speaking to herself in rapid French. She is considered the partier of her group of friends, but can be reserved occasionally around strangers. Cécile often is breaking minor rules, like wandering the halls past curfew. Otherwise, she is very respectable.
Likes:
~Speaking
~Quidditch
~Studying
~Parties
~Fruit
~Rain
~Mind Games
~France
Dislikes:
-Dark Magic
-Death
-Rules
-Spiders
-Racism
-Mimicry
-Her sister’s boyfriend
Taking a closer look: Cécile danced silently down the last few steps and stood facing the Great Hall’s large doors. She inhaled deeply, taking in the homely scent of the corridors and pushed slightly on the door, her icy eyes darting quickly from side to side, making sure no one knew that she was almost late to dinner. She watched in amazement as the door slowly swung open as she took a few steps into the Great Hall, her footsteps echoing off all the marble. Cécile took a seat quickly at the Slytherin table, fixing her skirt as she sat down and turned to face the empty plate of food.
”Mes Amies, vhen vill ze food come?” She inquired, speaking through her heavy accent. ”Qu’est-ce qu’il y a dans le dîner?” She spoke quickly as her stomach growled loudly. She quickly pressed her hands to her stomach as she looked around, her face starting to glow a faint pink color. Cécile gnawed on her bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment, then pushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes as she sat patiently, waiting for the dinner to begin.
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