Gender :Female.
Age :16
Year : Fifth Year
House : Ravenclaw
Blood Status:Half Blood.
Wand: 10 1/4", Elm Wood and Hippogriff fur
Ethnicity :French,English, British
Hair,Eye Color, appearance :
Dear Sophie is slender and pale. Her cheeks are very rosy, giving off a warm look. Her wavy long hair is honey colored with little strands of almond. As to her eyes, they are a deep refreshing blue.
Home Life :
Father: Sean Bellington,37. A Halfblood, but never the less a rather warm and loving man. He attended at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and found a fulfilling education. A few years later he met the love of his life, Ella Trean. Sean's job as a Magazine editor keeps him very busy, forcing him to work long hours. It drives him so far as taking his work home, locking himself in his office not to be disturbed. The magazine is hardly even known to exist, which drives Sean to work even harder for it's fame. Only himself and the rest of the world knows that it is all in vain, but sadly of course he is too stubborn to admit it. Due his long hours, he never seems to ever have time for his darling daughter.
Mother:Ella Bellington,32, Muggle.
A lovely woman she is. Unlike her darling husband, she grew up the ol' muggle way. Went to a school in England and graduated later. After high school she had decided to succeed in a interior decorator job. With this job, it blossoms her very own creativity. Her house is always filled with some odd furniture that would soon to be the next "In" thing to put in one's lovely home. To this job she does not have very long hours, giving her time to spend with her daughter.
Diving deeper :
Sophie is independent, always able to stand on her own two feet. Socially she is an extrovert at heart, giving her the will to talk to anyone that is around. For Halloween every little girl wanted to be a princess, Sophie wanted to be a zombie, which expressed her Tomboy side. Being a Tomboy, she still loves dresses. Sophie can be Naive at times, it is well accompanied by her clumsiness that leaves her a few scratches here and there. Having her mother always cook, Sophie was never quite the cook and possibly never will be. Her mother discovered this trait on the day of her very own birthday. Little Sophie felt the need to do a Breakfast in bed for her darling mother. Every single thing was burnt, well except the soggy cereal. Sophie is very lazy when it comes to certain things. Her father is too busy really to care for his daughters grades. Due to Sophie's mother being a muggle, she has not even a bit of knowledge of the wizard world, well except that it exists. Sophie grew up with magic here and there, especially when the neighbors weren't peeking their nosy nostrils through their curtains. Sophie's home currently resides in London.
Taking a closer look :
Sophie attempted to converse with Thomas for the remaining length of time they had until they finally reached the school, but oddly words did not approach her lips having little grunts come out of her mouth, leaving her to tilt her head in confusion and her cheeks fill with a soft light pink in embarrassment. Her hands fidgeted in her lap nervously, as the carriage's wheels kept spinning on and on. Not only was she nervous to get out of the carriage just to finally arrive to the feast to satisfy her stomach's needs, she was also very nervous around Tom for some odd reason. Just starting at the beginning of the summer Sophie had started to notice the different sex in Diagon Alley or where ever she had been through the summer. It seemed to be 'Cooties' didn't matter anymore, they were for silly little children who were all so gullible. The way she had looked at Thomas was so much more different, than the way she had looked at other boys. Thomas was like a loving and close brother, but the other boys had given her a feeling of want, excitement of even just getting their attention. The reasoning behind her nervousness around Thomas, mainly was the guilt that had built up on her, afraid Thomas would find out and take all of this the wrong way.
Sophie thought roughly as she shook her head left to right slowly,'Not only being best friend with a Gryffindor is inconvenient, the best friend being a boy is even worse.... Boys just don't understand, no... basically Tom wouldn't understand. It would be nice to have a friend that was a girl I could just talk to... Then I could blabber my mouth off without anyone getting offended!" Sophie gasped and covered her mouth as she had just realized something. 'I'm turning into my mother! No.. wait, I couldn't be. Isn't this what all girls do? What all girls need?" Sophie sighed softly, her thoughts now turning to her mother, mainly her father. She was now worried like a old lady. Her father always locked inside his office, all his work in vain for some magazine that was destined to fail.
Finally the carriage fully came to a halt, giving cue for her to get out. Sophie's eyes randomly scanned around her area, looking for things to pick up so she wouldn't forget them. Down by her feet her wand had laid, it must've slipped out of it's pocket as she was lost in deep thought. Reaching a hand down to get her wand, a loud yell came from outside the carriage. As Sophie stowed her wand into it's rightful place, she looked out of the window to see what the riot was all about. A second year ran past Sophie, accidentally bunking into another person who was walking past her carriage as well. Sophie hurriedly out of her carriage, looking back at what the second year was running from. Horrible thoughts ran into her head, maybe it was a pack of Dementors coming after the whole school. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked where the second year was running from. It was clearly a Slytherin, A prefect in fact. Sophie rolled her eyes, Slytherin were always picking those who were younger than them. "Geez, after all the panicking it was just some Prefect?!" Sophie snorted in annoyance, now heading back to the carriage to get the rest of her things.
As she grabbed the rest of her valuables she gave a little nod to Tom, giving an inaudible goodbye. The moon shone on her pale skin, as she slowly walked to the school, her skin gave an odd aura off as she kept fastening her pace towards the school. After a few minutes and hellos from everyone, they finally arrived to the door to the Great Hall and unloaded their valuables in a big pile. After everyone unloaded, they walked themselves into the Great Hall all in deep conversation. Sophie bounced to her table as she saw a few "Girlfriends" sitting down. She had sat herself next to them, making conversation with little sayings like "Hello! How was your summer?!" Sophie continued conversation with her other little friends, half of her attention towards them and the other towards the other tables. Yes it was a bit hard to split your attention into to different things, but it was not a challenge to Sophie, she had already mastered how to split it. No matter how useful it was, it also had it's bad side. She has often accidentally did it class last year and even the year before that. It wasn't intentional at times, it just happened. Everyone one had issues and problems, hers were just... more complicated.
