personality

Positive Traits: Enthusiastic, caring, confident, bubbly.

Negative Traits: Reckless, easily upset, idealistic, naive.

Quirks and Habits: 

• Singing to herself on her way around the castle.
• Hugging people whenever she meets them.
• Plaiting her own hair or other people's in moments of boredom.
• Writing in her diary every night before she sleeps.

Likes: Animals, music, meeting new people.

Dislikes: Being shouted at, flying, fruit juices.

Boggart: Her closest friend glaring at her, telling her that she hates her.

Mirror of Erised: Herself surrounded by all her friends, laughing and having fun.

Patronus: White Horse.

history

Kitty paused on her way down the street, face suddenly tinged with concern as she spotted a horrific sight; a baby bird lying in the roadway. Carefully looking left and right just like Dad always said, she bent down to look. At first, it might seem as though the chick was dead, and she'd thought that it was for a moment, but it seemed to sense her head growing closer and began stirring feebly. The blonde gasped, glancing around frantically, but Mum and Dad were further on, looking in the shop windows, and there was no help at hand. It was down to her, and she had to do something; it was only right. Gently, she stretched out her hands, nudging at the bird, which squeaked softly, and the blonde winced. "Sorry... I'm sorry..." she whispered, finally succeeding in manoeuvring the little thing into the palm of her hand. Very slowly, she stood up, and then found herself somewhat lost. What on earth was she supposed to do now?

She'd think of something, she was sure. Her Dad would know.


Shaking, she stood before them, her pyjama bottoms soaked through. Tears brimmed in her eyes, ever threatening to begin the slow journey down her cheeks, but the blonde blinked hard; she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. There were many things which she would happily cry over; Kitty was perfectly in touch with her emotions, and it would have been useless for her to deny it even if she had been inclined to since there would be no shortage of witnesses willing to swear to the contrary. This, though, was another matter; there was nothing that she could do about it, as everyone would keep on reminding her, and so there was no reason why she should feel herself compelled to cry, or to apologise, or even to feel guilty. All the same, it didn't matter how much logic she applied to the situation. Right now, she was standing here freezing in front of girls that she'd thought to be her friends, and the fact of the matter was that in a very short time, she was going to be crying her eyes out. But she'd be damned if she did it here, and the blonde turned sharply on her heel, walking as fast as she thought she could get away with towards the door of her friend's bedroom. No, she bloody well wasn't going to run.


Curled on her bed, Kitty turned another page of her Transfiguration textbook and sighed heavily. Oh, Merlin... It was no good; none of it was going in and she just couldn't remember anything and she was going to fail all her exams before she even got to her OWLs and she would never be any good as a witch and never achieve anything in life...

Deep breath. In. Out.

Merlin, though, she didn't see why this was happening to her now. She'd never had any trouble with Transfiguration before now; it was hardly Charms, which was her best subject, but the two were fairly similar, really; up to now, they'd been close enough to prevent her from struggling, but tonight, with the knowledge that she had a big test coming up the following day, everything that she'd ever known about the discipline seemed to have dashed out of her brain. Where it was going, she hadn't the slightest idea, but she hoped it was worth all the stress that it was causing her, because Merlin, was there a lot of it.

Deep breath. In. Out.

Everything would be fine. Probably.

roleplayer

RP Alias: Jay
Pronouns: She/Her
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Other Characters: FLEUR WEASLEY (yes, I'm at it again...)
Roleplay example:

Kitty hummed the familiar tune of Scotland the Brave to herself as she made her way up the main staircase, hopping nimbly over a trick step and very nearly walking into a banister as it appeared from the side, trying to catch her unawares. But by this time, Kitty was used to the castle and the castle- or rather, its occupants- were used to her, with the result that by now, her constant generation of cheery music, words and gestures went more or less unremarked, except of course by the first years- but then they were too busy being amazed at the fact that the portraits could talk to worry much about an ever so slightly loopy older girl and her musical tastes. The Hufflepuff smiled faintly to herself as she skirted a chattering group of small girls who were trying to work out the best way to Herbology, pausing briefly to point out that since it was the end of the day, it would be a far more sensible idea to go back to their common rooms. Bless. She remembered being so stunned by the castle herself when she was in her first year, and to be honest, the Scot was a little sad that that wonder had gone out of her life as she got used to the place.



Still, the blonde didn't allow herself to get so lost in her misty-eyed reminiscences that she forgot about the vanishing step. Someone else obviously did; she heard a shriek behind her and mentally attributed it to one of the girls she had just passed. Still, she couldn't stop to help, much as she would have liked to: she had an appointment to keep and she really didn't want to be late.