Physical Description: She is 4'10 (in timeskip, her max height was 5'1). Her frame is somewhat a bit chubby, yet balanced look. She has slightly pale skin, her eyes dark brown, and her hair is long and black. It reaches the bottom of her spine, framed her face with bangs and ties her hair in a ponytail. She has a bit of eye bags and subtle blemishes from always staying up late.

Mental Description: She is an INTJ 5w6. An intellectual and analytical person who observes almost always and her gears in her head are always turning and running. She is creative, not as cold and distant as people thought she is, and is quite sarcastic and avoidant sometimes. She excels exceptionally well in academics, especially in Maths and Science.

Biography: She studied at a Muggle School in Asia (Philippines). Somehow, her classmates often get afraid of her, leading to her transferring to 3 schools from Kindergarten to Elementary School. Her mother is a witch, a former student at Hogwarts who was a Hufflepuff. She is now working in a Muggle Hospital. Her father is a Muggle Civil Engineer. She never had any childhood friends, only a younger sister 7 years younger than her. Her family moved to the UK after her graduation in Elementary, in which she excelled. (She is born in the Philippines so yes, she is a Filipina.)

First Instance of Magic: It all started with a trip to England for the summer. The air inside Blackwood Manor was thick with the scent of centuries-old wax and damp stone. Six-year-old Colette lagged slightly behind her family, her small shoes clicking softly against the polished floorboards as she clutched her sketchbook to her chest. She was perfectly content fading into the background, observing the grand, gloomy history of the UK estate.

Until a certain kid named Leo decided to be a menace.

Leo was an absolute terror of an eight-year-old on the same tour group. As the guide ushered everyone toward the Grand Portrait Gallery, Leo aggressively shoved past Colette to get to the front. The force knocked her straight to the ground, sending her sketchbook skittering across the floor. To make it worse, Leo turned back, let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, and deliberately stepped right over her drawings before running ahead.

Colette didn’t cry. She didn't throw a tantrum. She simply pushed herself up, dusted off her clothes, and retrieved her sketchbook. But as she looked toward the doorway where Leo had disappeared, her eyes narrowed with a cold, intense focus. A strange, prickling static electricity began to hum right beneath her skin. She wished, with every fiber of her little six-year-old being, that the universe would teach him a lesson he couldn't run away from.

The moment Leo stepped into the center of the roped-off portrait gallery, the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him with a deafening THUD.

The tour guide rattled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. On the other side of the glass, the atmosphere inside the gallery instantly shifted. The temperature plummeted so fast that Leo's breath turned to visible white mist.

Suddenly, the ambient museum lighting flickered and died, leaving him in a dim, eerie twilight. Leo spun around, terrified, but the worst was yet to come. The painted eyes of every single aristocratic portrait on the walls—scores of ancient, stern faces—subtly cracked and shifted. Hundreds of painted eyes locked onto Leo, tracking his every frantic movement. The empty suits of medieval armor lining the walls began to vibrate, their iron gauntlets scraping together with a metallic screech that echoed through the room.

Leo let out a blood-curdling shriek, dropping to his knees and sobbing hysterically as the terrifying, localized haunting closed in on him.

Outside the door, the adults panic-called for maintenance. But Colette just stood at the back of the crowd, completely unbothered, calmly hugging her sketchbook. The strange static in her veins smoothed out into a satisfying, warm hum.

The exact second Leo completely broke down, screaming a tearful apology to the empty air for being a bully, the heavy oak doors clicked and swung open effortlessly. The museum lights snapped back on. The portraits were just paint again; the armor was just hollow metal.

As a traumatized Leo was dragged out by his parents, wailing that the ghosts were trying to eat him, Colette casually walked past him. She didn't say a word, but the tiny, knowing smirk on her face was the scariest thing in the entire manor.