Gender: Female
Age: 12
Grade: Second Year
House: Slytherin
Ethnicity: British
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: A deep forest green
Pet: A raven named Wolfram
Wand: 13 inches, made of tulipwood and containing a single dragon heartstring
Family: Elizabeth comes from a long line of witches and wizards, most of whom were Gryffindors, several Ravenclaws, and even a few had been in Hufflepuff. Her mother Emily, a former Ravenclaw, is well-known in the village they live in for her superb potion-making skills, but rarely strays from the basement where she keeps her supplies and books. Her father Marcus, who had been a Gryffindor during his years at Hogwarts, works as a member of the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee in the Ministry. She has one elder brother(Miles), who is 6 years older and currently studying to become an Auror. She also has two younger siblings(twins, Hugh and Holli), who are three years younger and always getting themselves into trouble of some sort. It is usually her job during the Holidays to keep an eye on them.
A Bit About Him/Her: Her hair is long, falling to just below her waist. Usually, she wears it down, but can occasionally be seen with it in a single loose braid; when she is studying something particularly difficult, she pulls it back into a high ponytail.
She was sorted into Slytherin because she wanted to be. She felt a need to separate herself from the rest of her family, to prove that she was different, that she was unique. Elizabeth has a hot temper, and does not hesitate to hex those who get in her way. She tends to be more on the pessimistic side, a realist rather than a romantic. Her birthday is July 7.
Elizabeth likes reading, Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, getting her way, treacle tart, and Love Potion #9(A musical group popular among both witches and teenage Muggles; her cousin Neil is their manager, and very gay. From left to right & top to bottom, they are Devyn- lyricist and sp. effects, Seireadan- lead vocalist and guitar, Akir- bass, Paris- vocalist and guitar, and Morgan-drummer). She dislikes being looked down on or treated inferior, being called Betty, Potions class, detention, and Professor Logan.
A Moment By Himself/Herself: Lounging in a large armchair of emerald green situated as far from the fire as possible, Elizabeth stifled a yawn and glanced up at the clock on the wall. '8 o'clock... Too early to go to bed,' she thought, as she observed the Slytherin common room through drowsy green eyes. She had almost convinced herself to get started on the Potions homework she'd put off for a week that was due in two days when there came a soft tapping at the window to her right. Sighing when she realized she was the only one near enough to hear over the chatter, she got up to open it. In flew her own Wolfram, his black wings fluttering as he made himself comfortable on the back of the chair she had just vacated, and began preening as she untied the small scroll from his leg. Unrolling it as she flopped down into the chair once more, she brushed a lock of long ebony hair from her eyes before reading, "Dear BB," She scowled. Neil knew she hated that childhood nickname.
Hope this finds you well. In response to your last letter, I must say I don't advise hexing a Professor, as it might get you kicked out. Not that you didn't cause enough mayhem last year, but your brother's no longer around to keep them from coming down too hard on you. But I'm not writing simply to scold you dear. The band has a gig in Hogsmeade coming up, and we've arranged for it to coincide with your next school trip. It's not a ticketed venue, but I could conjure up some backstage passes for you and a friend, if you'd like. Do send me a reply as soon as possible.
Lots of love, Neil
