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Myrina Kesterson
Status:
Pure-blood
Birthday:
01 Jun 2008
Nationality:
Irish
Residence:
Killarney, Ireland
Function:
Third year, Slytherin
Wand:
34,6 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Myrina is shy and often likes to keep to herself. There is rarely a day where she doesn’t have a book in her hand. Growing up as an only child with a single parent made her life more lonely. Her mother died in childbirth, and her father works in the Ministry of Magic and goes to London every day. Myrina doesn’t ask him what he does, but she has had the Minister of Magic at her house frequently enough to know it’s something important. At only 11 years old she isn’t as nosey as one would believe. Curious yes, but not nosey. Myrina could research a topic for weeks to find an answer, but now everything is at the tip of her fingers online. She hates computers and doesn’t use them. She is more old-fashioned and would rather pick up a book than pull up a search engine to find her answer.

Myrina's two very best friends are her pet snake Arethra and her cat Annex. Arethra is a super black pastel ball python. The snake is completely black with a tiny white speck on the top of her head. At a solid 5 feet long, Aretha is Myrina's pride and joy, having been by her side for her entire life, making the snake a tad over 12 years old, as she was just a snakeling when gifted to Myrina. Who gifts snakes to children? Myrina has no idea. All her father said to her was Arethra was a gift and to treat her well. As for Annex, he is a handsome Egyptian Mau. His silky gray fur is nicely coated in his trademark spots. He is a very active and playful cat, its rare to see him lazing about, but when he does it was often on Myrina's lap or shoulders while she was reading, his own vibrant spring green eyes scanning the books as if he were reading too, or at least that's what Myrina used to tell herself when she was little, calling him the smartest kitty ever because he could read. The young girl had a very inventive imagination.

Myrina doesn’t know much about her mom, beyond the fact that she has her eyes, a deep piercing gray. When she was seven, her father gave her a locket for her birthday and said it was her mother’s. To this day Myrina still wears it every day. She believes it to be enchanted because it never gets dirty and doesn’t look old, just a soft shiny silver oval hanging from her neck, nestled just below her collarbone now. Little does she know it is an old relic from the Minestry of Magic, riddled with protection charms and magic. When the wearer is in danger, or it senses danger nearby it begins to glow. It could be as simple as tripping down the stairs, or something far more dangerous.

Myrina's hair is a luscious chestnut brown. Since she has never had a mother figure, Myrina had to figure out how to do her hair all on her own and often likes to try new things with it. The young Irish girl is quite pale, but her alabaster skin is flawless.

On any typical day, the young girl wears a button-up collared shirt with a thick woven cardigan over it. The colors and styles vary day to day, but it is her style. The bottoms don’t matter as much, they vary from slacks, jeans, skirts, though never shorts. Myrina looks like the typical nerd. The only thing she lacks is the thick-rimmed glasses.

The first time Myrina ever experienced magic was when she was about 7, which her father found odd in itself. It was something small and he wasn’t even sure she noticed. Myrina had asked for a cookie before dinner and he told her no and when she stormed out, one of the cookies lifted from the pan and began to float behind her, following her, but he snatched it out of the air before it could get to her. That was the only time they know it happened until just before her 11th birthday when she accidentally exploded a milkshake on another girl at a restaurant. The girl had been whining in a shrill voice and had been asked several times to calm down, which had been disturbing Myrina as she read her book and the annoyance triggered a rather sticky disaster a few tables away. It made Myrina laugh, and her father scolded her for it, but she could tell he wanted to laugh too.