Keira Notte
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Cambridge, England
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 29,7 cm chestnut wood and rougarou hair
Keira Notte is a dry eleven year old, the product of a vivacious Pureblood father and a stoic Muggle mother. Her father, Derek Notte, is a tall and lanky Wizard with laughing, bright blue eyes. She imagines she gets her sandy blonde hair from him, as she's nearly his spitting image. Catherine Notte, nee Glynn, is more severe. Her almost-perpetually-narrowed eyes and high cheekbones give her the appearance of someone who patently never wants to be wherever she is. Her personality doesn't do much to dissuade someone from that opinion; She's always been more concerned with the material than the family unit, electing to devote her time to running the house, despite Derek's protests.
Keira has always been a precocious child, though not in every way. She is smart, but isolated, trying attempts at her father's dry humor to try and make friends. She has a habit of coming off as snide, her instinctual want for being permanently dignified usually coming to bite her. She's found more solace in the fantasy books her father has bought her than she has her friends. Her best friend, Hailey Jorgenson, is the same way, and they often stay up together, piecing together stories of "what-ifs", be it adventures on the stormy seas of the Caribbean, or escapades on dragon back, flying through the mountains. Keira isn't quick to laugh unless she considers you a true friend, preferring to observe her acquaintances quietly. She has always known deep down that she wasn't the same as her peers, making her even more desperately afraid she wouldn't ever fit in.
It wasn't until she was 8 that her father had sat her down after a particularly nasty episode that involved the school bully, Preston Prescott, suddenly being hung by the back of his shirt on the top of the playground after trying to take her new horse-shaped eraser. He had explained that she was a Witch, and had pulled out a foot-long, thin stick of wood and changed a dormouse into a doorstop, smiling widely at her awe. Her mother had stood back, a solitary expression on her face.
Now, at 11, she has gotten her Hogwarts letter at last. Her blue eyes lit up at this - finally, knowing she was accepted somewhere! She would no longer be the slim, gangling girl her classmates had never truly been comfortable with. She would be Keira Notte, Witch.
Keira has always been a precocious child, though not in every way. She is smart, but isolated, trying attempts at her father's dry humor to try and make friends. She has a habit of coming off as snide, her instinctual want for being permanently dignified usually coming to bite her. She's found more solace in the fantasy books her father has bought her than she has her friends. Her best friend, Hailey Jorgenson, is the same way, and they often stay up together, piecing together stories of "what-ifs", be it adventures on the stormy seas of the Caribbean, or escapades on dragon back, flying through the mountains. Keira isn't quick to laugh unless she considers you a true friend, preferring to observe her acquaintances quietly. She has always known deep down that she wasn't the same as her peers, making her even more desperately afraid she wouldn't ever fit in.
It wasn't until she was 8 that her father had sat her down after a particularly nasty episode that involved the school bully, Preston Prescott, suddenly being hung by the back of his shirt on the top of the playground after trying to take her new horse-shaped eraser. He had explained that she was a Witch, and had pulled out a foot-long, thin stick of wood and changed a dormouse into a doorstop, smiling widely at her awe. Her mother had stood back, a solitary expression on her face.
Now, at 11, she has gotten her Hogwarts letter at last. Her blue eyes lit up at this - finally, knowing she was accepted somewhere! She would no longer be the slim, gangling girl her classmates had never truly been comfortable with. She would be Keira Notte, Witch.