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Name : Darcy Emmaline Lorace
Gender : Female
Age : 15
Grade : Fifth Year
House : Hufflepuff

Ethnicity : 1/4 Irish, 1/4 Scottich, 1/4 French, 1/4 Finnish (In other words...an extremely wonky accent.)
Hair Color : Dark auburn
Eye Color : Dark Hazel

Pet : Solid white cat named Artemis
Wand : Rosewood and ash, Leprechaun Hair, 13 inches, 'Odd but effective'

Family : Half-blood mother(Perusia (maiden name: Hangetson) Muggleborn father(Kerrigan Lorace) Twin brother(Perry Lorace)

A Bit About Him/Her : Darcy is your average witch. Her family isn't all that special, she isn't all that popular, but she's still nice to everyone...even the Slytherins...She is about 5'3" and 105 lbs. Her dark auburn hair is rather frizzy and stops just below her shoulders. She has a fringe that hangs across her dark hazel eyes. She never quite mastered how to tie a tie, so it's rather sloppy. She loves to eat, but has a high metabolism so she never gains weight. She loves her cat, Artemis, to death. Since she lived in a Muggle neighborhood, she had one Muggle friend that she was extremely close to, but once she got accepted to Hogwarts, she didn't talk to her anymore, she always wears the charm bracelet that they made before she was accepted into Hogwarts. She cares deeply for her friends, no matter what they think of her.

A Moment By Himself/Herself : Darcy ran down the dark corridor, frightened. She had narrowly escaped Filch, and was panting very hard. She had tried to nick a book from the Restricted Section of the library so she could study harder for her O.W.L.s, as she didn't want to be as overworked as the otehr Hufflepuffs and break down. She had her dignity...and as soon as it happened, everyone would be laughing at her. Darcy squeaked as she heard Filch scuffling his feet on the floor. "Where are you child? Come out and I'll still be nice. Only a few weeks of detention at the most,"he said. Darcy tried not to make noise as she gulped. She was almost at the secret passage that would let her out near the kitchens, where she would dash to the common room. She clutched the book tightly to her chest. The shadow of the suit of armor wouldn't hide her forever. Darcy gulped and stuck the book into the pocket of her robes. "Come on Darcy old girl, you can't get caught by this old fool. You faster than him, younger than him, and, by far, more magical than him. All you have to do is sprint to the tapestry of the grapevine and you'll be safe. If it wasn't for that demon cat..."she thought to herself. After one more deep breath, she took off running. "Oi! Get back here you runt!"Filch called after her. She dashed behind the tapestry just as he turned the corner. Darcy leaned against the fall, panting. She had escaped Filch, with the book, and no detentions whatsoever. Darcy regained her breath and started the short trek to her common room. Ten minutes later, once she was happily sitting in front of the fire, she took the book out of her robe. After glancing at teh title, she let out a blood curling scream. "Shite! It's the wrong book!"