Physical Description: There was something about Caitríona that had always unsettled others whenever they looked upon her. Children her own age would refuse to go near her, holding tightly onto the hands of their parents as if she was something to be avoided; something from a horror tale. Even grown adults or family friends looked at her with unease, perhaps even fearing that she was something unusual.

Her hair, long and naturally messy, is a dark brunette colour, though it may sometimes appear black depending on the lighting (or lack thereof). Normally, she leaves it natural and lets it drape across her shoulders, a slight mess of cascading waves. The only effort she puts into regularly maintaining her hair is styling her bangs, letting them frame her face. Otherwise, her hair is always slightly unkempt.

Caitríona's eye colour is another mystery, as some may describe them to be a unique green, hazel colour, whereas others may notice a blue tint to them. Even so, sometimes it appears that her pupils almost seem to swallow up the colour of her irises, making her eyes appear nearly entirely black.

The young girl stands at a taller than average height of 5'0" (152cm), which is really only noticeable when her mother scolds her to straighten her posture. Caitríona never seems to listen to this, though, as there is a very high chance you will come across her hunched over something. Whether she's reading a book, writing, or simply trying to shrink into herself in the hopes her existence will go unnoticed; she does not seem fond of the concept of good posture.

Another final thing to note about Caitríona's appearance is the consistent lack of a smile. She is noted to rarely smile. Not in photos, in public, or even by herself, and by miracle if she ever does; it is always only a slight upturn of the lip and never a full, showing teeth grin. Her frowning lips, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that appear to be constantly tired no matter the time of day, give others the impression that there is something perhaps tragic or melancholic about her character.

Mental Description: A weird girl, unusual, something not quite right. That is how people would describe Caitríona. That is likely because people tend to describe anything they don't understand as 'weird'. Still, it is hard to understand Caitríona because she rarely talks. She is able to, perfectly well when she chooses, but she simply chooses not to. Instead, she writes. A lot. A lot of it is nonsensical jabber, but other times it is meaningful. Though, there is no one on this earth that has access to her journals other than her. She does not let anyone — not even her parents —read them. They are all for her own eyes, and she would go to great lengths to keep it that way.

Having very little friends or opportunities to talk to people your own age growing up probably stunts your social development, even just a little bit. Caitríona does not really know how to talk to people, nor how to make friends, or what the unspoken rules of socialising are. She keeps secrets. A lot. She does not like telling anyone anything about herself, because what if they leave and take those secrets with them? It's impressive if someone manages to get even something as simple as her name out of her.

She'll lie, too, if only to protect herself. Protect herself from what? She doesn't know. People. Betrayal. Bullies. Caitríona does not see any problem with lying, no matter how big or small, and will do it as easily as taking candy from a baby whenever she sees fit. It's how she keeps herself safe.

A fan of the melancholic and unsettling, she enjoys things that others may find unusual. On the occasions she was not in her room or elsewhere in the house, she would take a trip down to the local village graveyard. Usually at night, and it was not to visit anyone, she did not have any family there. She just seemed to enjoy the silence of the site. It was almost peaceful. There was no one there except her, the night, and the ghosts. Horror books fill her shelves at home, macabre decorations are placed about her bedroom, and she even has a fondness for bugs. The creepy crawlies that get a bad reputation just because of the way they look; she'll find a place for them.

Biography: Caitríona MacDermott was born early on the 1st March 2015 at 3:29am. For an early spring morning, the weather was unpredictable. Rain pattered softly yet steadily on the windows outside and dark clouds obscured the natural shine of the moon, leaving the streets dark bar the occasional yellow of a streetlight. Inside, the chilly night air creeped in as Laoise MacDermott and Fintan O'Connor welcomed their baby girl into the world.

Her childhood had been a rather lonely one, growing up an only child of a pureblood mother and a muggle father in a small cottage on the outskirts of the coastal town Clifden, County Galway. She did not have many friends during her early childhood, nor many children her own age whom she could talk to. Indeed, the young girl could count on one hand the amount of friends she had had, and most of them had been imaginary or inanimate. There had been a year where she'd received a pet snake for her birthday and lovingly named it Medusa, but it had concerningly went missing one day and had yet failed to return.

It was not the upbringing most purebloods would hope for their children; there were no social events, no parties, no family gatherings, and very little interaction with their few neighbours. They were quite isolated from the rest of the community, wizards and muggles alike. Caitríona MacDermott and her family may have been considered 'old money', and indeed there were vaults in Gringotts under the MacDermott name, but those vaults had been closed to Laoise MacDermott the moment she decided to marry Fintan O'Connor and move away from their family home.

Now, it was not as if her parents did not love her. They did. They tried very hard to give her as normal a childhood as they could manage. The location they chose to raise her in was beautiful yet secluded; the house was quaint yet cozy, and it had all the makings of a lovely family home. As her mother hailed from a traditionalist-leaning Irish pureblood family, keeping the Irish language and culture alive was incredibly important to them. Despite being estranged from the MacDermotts as a whole, it was one of the values Laoise wanted to keep and raise Caitríona with. This being so, Caitríona grew up speaking primarily Irish in her home, whilst still learning English as part of her homeschooling curricular.

The decision to homeschool Caitríona had been for the best. At first, they had debated the idea of potentially sending her to a muggle primary school in the hopes of at least giving her a sense of community and friendship, but this idea was short-lived when they realised it simply wouldn't work. Once Caitríona had come home in tears on what was otherwise a nice, sunny day, claiming that nobody wanted to talk to her and the other children had laughed at her for looking 'scary' and being 'weird', her parents knew homeschooling was the only option. From then, her parents gathered textbooks and school materials, both taking turns homeschooling Caitríona and teaching her all she would need to know for a good education.

When her Hogwarts letter arrived in the mail, it was a sort of bittersweet feeling. Hard to explain, almost. The possibility of this had been in the cards, and her parents were beyond delighted that they didn't need to worry about the 'what if' anymore, but for Caitríona... it did not spark such joy. It was more a mixture of trepidation and anger, for some reason. Perhaps it was because this would be her first experience at a school surrounded by other students, or because she did not exactly have a great track record for making friends or talking to people. Whatever the reason may be, Caitríona was not looking forward to starting her Hogwarts journey, and she was entering this upcoming school year with the awareness of someone being hunted for sport.

First Instance of Magic: Despite being the daughter of a pureblood, there was always an inkling of fear that she would not turn out to be magical. Indeed, as she grew older and failed to show any signs of inherent magic, the idea of her not possessing her mother's magical abilities was something her parents had slowly begun to accept.

Then, a mere week before her eleventh birthday — something happened. It had been any normal day for Caitríona, and that meant she was in her room, curtains closed, writing in one of her many diaries. On this particular day, she had been scribbling so frantically hard on the paper that the tip of the quill snapped in half, blotting ink everywhere and staining the page; making the writing unreadable. It was not the first time something like this had occurred, but it annoyed Caitríona more than usual on this day.

She snapped the book closed and launched the quill across her room, landing with a clatter under her windowsill. It was not until many hours later, after she finished sulking cross-legged on her bed, that she went to pick the quill back up and noticed something... unusual. The quill tip was intact, and there was not even the slightest sign of it having been broken.

Caitríona had decided to not tell her parents what had occurred that day, even after she realised this was likely the type of instance they were waiting on. If she really was magical, they would find out when her Hogwarts letter came. If not, at least she wouldn't disappoint them.