Claire Bell
- Status:
- Wizard born
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Exeter, England
- Function:
- Second year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 22,9 cm spruce wood and thestral tail hair
Age: 11
Height: 4 foot 8 inches
Physical Description:
Claire is a young witch of just over four feet and eight inches with a bright smile, wavy hair, and an easy going air. She tends to favor her hair up, and is always prone to picking the more casual outfit when prompted. Often, she can be found lounging in leggings and her favorite leather jacket her father had gifted her when she was ten (despite it being several sizes to large). In fact, she rarely parts with it, except when it is needed for a good wash, or required to.
Personalty:
Claire Bell can be a joyful, but quiet child. Though she is never one to be shy, and will certainly speak to just about anyone that chooses to addresses her, becoming a part of Claire's inner circle is a very hard earned feat-(unless, of course, you are an animal, then are now her best friend).
If given the choice Claire would choose the company of beasts over that of man, and it wasn't an uncommon occurrence to the Bell Household to find a wild creature being studied by an avid Claire in the kitchen every other morning, much to her Mother's chagrin.
She loves all animals, but dangerous ones are what she is personally interested in. Dragons, manticores, basilisks, and even the dreaded Nundu; Claire's heart always races just thinking about them.
Her dream is to get up and close with the most dangerous of creatures, learn from them, and hopefully show the rest of the world, (or really just her Mother), that even though they can hurt you, they have much that can be learned. That each creature is beautiful, but terrible in it's own way and deserve the upmost of respect.
Claire can be quite the avid learner as well, always eager to read the next book or learn a new concept, but when she doesn't get something the first or second time, she can become completely stubborn and block everything and anyone out until she has learned or finished whatever has taken her attention.
History:
Claire Bell was born in a quaint, but magical household upon a quiet grassy knoll on the first day of December. Ever since she could remember, her life had been influenced by magic in one way or another. Whether it was the grouchy gnome under the staircase that always seemed to trip her, or the resident pixie swarm in her backyard; things had rarely been considered ordinary for the young Bell.
So, it was no real surprise, really, when Claire had suddenly found herself on the roof one morning after a rather strong hiccup. The experience had been about as great as getting licked by a Demiguise- not very enjoyable at all.
Indeed, heights had always been a quiet obstacle for Claire, ever since her father had brought home Srythi, a hippogriff that had belonged to her Grandfather, Arnold.
Naturally, it was love at first sight of the young Bell, as it was with most animals, and they had been fast friends before long. It was just that, well, flying was never quite the same after the "Incident". She was rue to even think about it.
Her father had laughed quite a bit after the fact, after all. As had the gnome, and the pixies, and that one bowtruckle...also her Mother, which was super embarrassing.
Claire knew she'd never again feel wholesomely comfortable in the sky, not as she once had, not after such a fiasco. Though, it wasn't a huge loss.
The ground was so much more appealing, truthfully. Earthy smells, lovely soft grass, all things a witch could want. Really, leave the sky to the dragons, as her Mother would say. Claire just hoped nobody would be relying on her with a broom in the future, because she'd be pure rubbish.
Height: 4 foot 8 inches
Physical Description:
Claire is a young witch of just over four feet and eight inches with a bright smile, wavy hair, and an easy going air. She tends to favor her hair up, and is always prone to picking the more casual outfit when prompted. Often, she can be found lounging in leggings and her favorite leather jacket her father had gifted her when she was ten (despite it being several sizes to large). In fact, she rarely parts with it, except when it is needed for a good wash, or required to.
Personalty:
Claire Bell can be a joyful, but quiet child. Though she is never one to be shy, and will certainly speak to just about anyone that chooses to addresses her, becoming a part of Claire's inner circle is a very hard earned feat-(unless, of course, you are an animal, then are now her best friend).
If given the choice Claire would choose the company of beasts over that of man, and it wasn't an uncommon occurrence to the Bell Household to find a wild creature being studied by an avid Claire in the kitchen every other morning, much to her Mother's chagrin.
She loves all animals, but dangerous ones are what she is personally interested in. Dragons, manticores, basilisks, and even the dreaded Nundu; Claire's heart always races just thinking about them.
Her dream is to get up and close with the most dangerous of creatures, learn from them, and hopefully show the rest of the world, (or really just her Mother), that even though they can hurt you, they have much that can be learned. That each creature is beautiful, but terrible in it's own way and deserve the upmost of respect.
Claire can be quite the avid learner as well, always eager to read the next book or learn a new concept, but when she doesn't get something the first or second time, she can become completely stubborn and block everything and anyone out until she has learned or finished whatever has taken her attention.
History:
Claire Bell was born in a quaint, but magical household upon a quiet grassy knoll on the first day of December. Ever since she could remember, her life had been influenced by magic in one way or another. Whether it was the grouchy gnome under the staircase that always seemed to trip her, or the resident pixie swarm in her backyard; things had rarely been considered ordinary for the young Bell.
So, it was no real surprise, really, when Claire had suddenly found herself on the roof one morning after a rather strong hiccup. The experience had been about as great as getting licked by a Demiguise- not very enjoyable at all.
Indeed, heights had always been a quiet obstacle for Claire, ever since her father had brought home Srythi, a hippogriff that had belonged to her Grandfather, Arnold.
Naturally, it was love at first sight of the young Bell, as it was with most animals, and they had been fast friends before long. It was just that, well, flying was never quite the same after the "Incident". She was rue to even think about it.
Her father had laughed quite a bit after the fact, after all. As had the gnome, and the pixies, and that one bowtruckle...also her Mother, which was super embarrassing.
Claire knew she'd never again feel wholesomely comfortable in the sky, not as she once had, not after such a fiasco. Though, it wasn't a huge loss.
The ground was so much more appealing, truthfully. Earthy smells, lovely soft grass, all things a witch could want. Really, leave the sky to the dragons, as her Mother would say. Claire just hoped nobody would be relying on her with a broom in the future, because she'd be pure rubbish.