Physical Description:

Selena is a girl of average build and slight stature. As of the last time she checked, she is currently two and a half stools tall (which means she only needs one to grab cookies from the jar of the high shelf.) That would make her around 4 feet and 7 inches in regular people measurement.

She has wide doe eyes, a thin nose, strong eyebrows, a soft jawline and fair skin. She can’t ever go out in the summer without the proper amount of sun protection or else she will turn into a human tomato.

Her hair is an ambiguous shade between brown and black, falling in natural waves past her shoulders. Unless it’s a special occasion, she keeps it either half up or tied in a ponytail with a ribbon.

For clothing, Selena prefers comfort over fashion. She tends to wear a combination of sweatpants, skirts, hoodies, and tshirts when she’s wearing muggle dress. Her favorite color is lavender so many of her accessories are shades of purple.

Mental Description:

Selena’s mind is her second home. She is a reserved girl who keeps to herself most of the time but she makes up for what she doesn’t say in thoughts. Why this? Why that? Her brain is always asking questions and imagining possibilities.

Because why not? is the answer that Selena often gives. She is someone who is always trying to make logical sense of the world. Rules with no purpose (that she is able to understand) are inconsequential in her mind. Some may classify her as a rebel because of this. It’s arguably true but she will still try to deny it because she “isn’t doing anything wrong.”

More than anything, Selena doesn’t want to be seen as weak or childish. She will take practically any dare she is given because of this. She is incredibly stubborn only for the sake of not wanting to have her mind changed and proving the other person wrong.

Selena doesn’t have much experience socially as she was homeschooled. Her interactions with others her age were few and far between. In that way, she’s not quite sure how to go about making friends despite really wanting to try. Once someone does manage to make it into her inner circle, Selena makes for an incredibly protective and devoted friend.

Biography:

Why did it have to be a muggle man? The agitated woman shook her head. She paced the room restlessly taking large strides. Her tall frame and long legs allowed her to cover a whole meter with her stride if she so desired.

In this case, she did desire. With the news of her pregnancy being leaked by some unknown source to her family, her whole summer in England plan was ruined. Trash. Garbage. Hippogriff manure. She was probably grounded for fuck’s sake! She, a 27-year-old accomplished auror, grounded. Given that her grandmother was Eveline Stewart, it was possible. That woman had an iron fist, she knew better than anyone.

To be fair, she had technically violated family code by fraternizing with a muggle (or, technically, muggles but they didn’t need to know that part.) On the other hand, no one under the age of 50 gave a shit about the stupid document. They cooperated so they could stay in the favor of the grandparents. For all that Juliet didn’t care, she understood that there was no way she was getting out of this one.

Juliet Isabelle Fox was powerful for her age. Directly after her graduation from Beauxbatons, she applied to the French Ministry of Magic’s Auror program and was accepted. She had served on a few well-known missions already and her name (and surname) were respected.

Juliet wasn’t a total workaholic though. In the summer of 2010, at the suggestion of Mariana, her older sister, she took a break from work for a leisure trip to London. Why London? Well, why not London? It was a city with things to do, was it not? She looked forward to strolling around picturesque parks filled with starving artists and poets pontificating on the velvety color of the night sky.

There, she met Leon. He was a professional ballet dancer, soon to set off on his first tour. They were nothing alike but it suited them just fine. They spent some time together before going their separate ways, never to see each other again.

Or so Leon thought. He certainly didn’t expect to see her again, with a baby at that. That baby, , was his child, in both the genetic and the practical sense. As in, the “I am leaving you with this baby that you met an hour ago. You will never see me again. Good luck!” sense.

After having received the devastating news of the pregnancy, Diana had no wish to see nor hear of this incident again, nor would she allow her precious daughter to involve herself in that. Juliet had no desires to be a mother so it worked just fine for her too.

Leon, however, was set to begin touring with his new company the next week and would be gone for an indefinite amount of time. There was no way he was taking an infant in a hot stuffy bus all over Europe. The only solution was to send the baby to his mother. It wasn’t ideal but it would have to do.

Jean Barlowe was of a certain attitude. That was how Leon said, in the most polite way. It was as if she came out of a fairytale. Her height barely reached five feet and her drooped posture made it look more like four. Her jackets and skirts were always tweed and matched the cardigan underneath perfectly (either baby blue, rosy pink, or generic tan. She never mixed and matched.) A perpetual look of judgment was drawn across her lips and her eyes seemed to blink less than a normal person. Jean was a member of all the clubs and book groups. If there was a tea salon, she knew of it. She played bridge recreationally over scones and the latest gossip of her other equally snooty friends. Providing a grandchild was like giving Jean a winning lottery ticket, a jackpot lottery ticket since it was a girl and she got to raise her whichever way she liked.

Selena grew up moving from function to function. Wherever Jean went, Selena was there too, in a stiff dress with a ribbon as large as her head at the back and a lace collar that itched like crazy. Sometimes she would escape, slipping out from behind her grandmother’s leg. She usually found herself under the dessert table making up stories and subtly sneaking merengues.

Her grandmother would scold her after. It wasn’t ladylike to crouch. It wrinkled up her dress. She should get out from under there for heaven’s sake and socialize like the nice little lady that she was. Selena became an expert at ignoring comments like these. The dress was stuffy and old. She would have thrown paint at it if she could. The people were stuffy and old too. There was no one of her age. All the people talked about at these events was stupid small talk and gossip about how Beatrice’s oldest granddaughter got into Oxford after being put on the waitlist.

It was a Sunday around Christmas time when the thought first came about around. Selena found herself playing with a strand of loose tinsel on the floor, sitting in the corner made by the Christmas tree and the wall. She didn’t have to be alone. She could make her own friends, ones that lived inside her head. And so she did. Unlike the grownups, Jolie noticed her. She would take Selena’s hand whenever she got bored and bring her to fairyland. In fairyland, there were no boring people, only beautiful landscapes and endless wilderness for her to experience. Jolie knew when she was sad or angry or lonely and she would always help cheer her up. She knew all of Selena’s favorite things and liked them just as much as she did. The only thing she couldn’t do was physically exist.

Jean opted not to send Selena to school and to instead do a homeschool program. Selena enjoyed reading as much as she liked (it was one of the few ways to keep her in one place for a long period of time.) She also did art and music classes that she found decent enough. Whenever her father came home for a week’s break, he attempted to teach her about ballet but her concentration was not strong. The real train wreck course was etiquette. Selena despised it. Whatever the teacher taught, Selena attempted to do the exact opposite.

Sooner or later, Selena’s 11th birthday rolled around. The day was the same as every other until she made her way downstairs and into the dining room for breakfast. In the chair across from her aunt sat a peculiarly dressed woman with a tall witch hat atop her head and a neat bun.

“She comes representing Hogwash,” Jean declared with her hands clasped on the table.

“Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are a witch, Selena,” The woman explained with an exasperated sigh. By the dead look in her eyes, Selena had to wonder how many times she has had to give the exact same speech.

First Instance of Magic:
Selena was out in the garden, running around as usual. Looking up, she spotted something on top of the trellis. She couldn’t reach to climb up there before but had grown a bit taller as of recently so it was worth a shot. She was nearly 7, after all.

The determined girl jumped and jumped but could not reach. Just when she was about to give up, a nearby rock about the size of a soccer ball rolled right next to where she was trying to climb. Selena stepped on the rock and was able to successfully pull herself up. Why did the rock move? It was probably just the wind or a squirrel pushing it.