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 Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 3:19 am
Name: Celeste Maguire
Gender: Female
Age: 11
Grade: First Year
House: Gryffindor
Ethnicity: Scottish
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Blue
Pet: A small ginger cat by the name of Gertrude
Wand: 8 3/4 inches, made of aspen and a single hair from the tail of a unicorn
Family: Celeste lives with her grandmother(a Squib) and her Aunt Moira(also a Squib). Her mother Anne, a Muggle, died when Celeste was born. Celeste's father Ross was extremely distressed, as one could imagine, but felt that it was his fault for not being able to save her. He stowed all of his magical things in the attic, and vowed never to raise his wand again. His sister was disgusted that he would give up a gift that she had always envied.
Celeste grew up as a normal Muggle girl, or as normal as one could, as her grandmother liked keeping various magical knickknacks around the house. She was home schooled, as they lived too far from the nearest public school, and spent her free time making daisy chains, helping her grandmother tend the garden, and on rainy days, she went through old boxes of photo albums and other memorabilia her grandmother didn't have room to put anywhere else.
When she was six, she discovered a deck of tarot cards and begged her grandmother to teach her how they worked. She loved the cards with their brightly colored pictures, so full of detail and mysterious symbolism. She enjoyed the feeling of intense calm that washed over her as she counted, shuffled, and arranged the cards over and over, and she would do so for hours at a time, but always when she was alone, for the mere sight of the cards sent a fearsome look into her father's eyes that scared her. Her father died of cancer when she was nine, after fighting it for nearly two years.
A Bit About Him/Her: Celeste is rather small for her age, and always has been. Her soft honey brown hair falls to just below her shoulder blades, and her eyes are a clear, bright blue that openly express the wide range of emotions this young girl feels. She frequently wears her hair in pigtails, inadvertently displaying how much of a child she still is.
Celeste is an optimistic child who never fails to find the silver lining, and can rarely be seen crying or distressed. She is a dreamer, and a ball of energy, but is easily upset when people start shouting. She is terrified of most any creature that has more than 4 legs, tends to put off things that she considers 'boring', and was born on the 13 of February. All of her school supplies, except for the books, were once her father's.
Celeste is borderline obsessed with Love Potion #9, specifically the drummer Morgan. Her other likes include games, chatting with friends, being random, Divination, Muggle cartoons like Tom and Jerry, and almost any kind of sweet(including a strange liking for Blood Flavoured Lollipops). She dislikes snakes, frogs, toads and anything in general that one would find in a swamp. She is also not fond of heights, History of Magic classes, and large amounts of homework.
A Moment By Himself/Herself: Gazing with awe up at the tall stone castle, Celeste stumbled along the rocky shore as the other first years pushed towards the boats at the edge of the lake. In the distance, she saw a single large tentacle break the surface of the glistening dark water, and shivered. Whatever it was, she hoped it was friendly. She nervously stepped into one of the little boats with three of her future classmates and sat down. A crisp breeze ruffled her brown hair, which she had left down that day. She shivered, glad of the robes she wore over her knee-length grey skirt and white blouse.
As the little fleet of boats set off across the lake, she wondered what House she would be in. That's what most of the other first years had been discussing on the train, and although she didn't know much about them, she had learned some of the basic traits the 'Sorting Hat' would look for. 'Wonder why they use a hat?' She mused, watching Hogwarts loom ever closer, much larger now that she was seeing it up close. 'Not Slytherin, I'm not exactly the ambitious type. I'm not all that good with my academics either, so definitely not Ravenclaw... Maybe I'll be in Hufflepuff, I really don't think I'm brave or courageous, or daring... But it would be nice to be in Gryffindor. By common consensus, Gryffindor was by far the most popular House, whereas Slytherin, which had long had a bit of a bad reputation, was only second least favorite. Nobody wanted to be in Hufflepuff, or so it seemed.
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