Physical Description:
Ivy is a tall, scrawny girl. She is 4 feet and 10 inches as of the summer of 2023 with very little muscle and just enough fat on her body to be healthy. Her complexion is rosy and clean, the only mark being a small mole under her left eye. Ivy has doe-like facial features and hazel eyes framed by a sharp jawline and round chin. Her brown hair falls in waves to her lower back. Stylistically, Ivy is a minimalist. She has grown out of her pink phase and now prefers neutrals and muted tones. Her closet is filled with stylish and name-brand items, yet still functional and practical for day-to-day use.

Mental Description:
Like a fish to water, Ivy is perfectly suited to socializing in society. On the surface, her parents’ efforts to train her from a young age have had a big effect on her character. She is well-mannered and polite, properly affable but not too loud or opinionated to come off as contrary or argumentative. When she is particularly agitated, a few sarcastic comments might slip through her filter.

Ivy is a cautious and calculated individual. She thinks before she acts and shifts her demeanor depending on her company. She can range from reserved and polite to blunt, outspoken, and openly competitive.

For all the opinions one would express out loud, she holds ten more in her head. One might consider Ivy a judgmental individual. Her mind is most often filled with critiques, both positive and negative, of her surroundings. She was raised in an isolated, high-class environment, hence why she is accustomed to the finer things in life. She expects events to go in her favor and has a tendency to get upset if they don't.

Biography:
Ivy Katherine Seymour was born on the 7th of January as the second child of Pearl and Jasper Seymour. Her birth occurred in Saint Mungo's Hospital in London but her family came from Scotland via portkey. There weren't any wizarding hospitals in Inverie, let alone anything else of interest. A scattering of houses surrounding a cluster of shops made up the town center. The Seymour mansion was a 30 minute walk's distance away from that and fully surrounded by English woodland.

London natives, Pearl and Jasper both attended Hogwarts when they were of age. They have been together since their third year. Pearl's family, the Hardings, had prepared an offer of betrothal for the Seymour clan only to be surprised that their children had begun dating on their own.

It shouldn't have been that large of a surprise, really. The pair made sense together. Jasper was a Quidditch player and soon to be the star of the Slytherin team. Pearl was the most popular girl in their year, also in Slytherin. Even if they weren't compatible, they were bound to be together. It looked right. The golden boy and the golden girl formed the perfect, golden pairing, the envy of all other students at Hogwarts.

Elena Nerissa Seymour was born the year before the pair sold their house in London in exchange for a mansion in the Scottish countryside. "To raise their daughters properly," was the argument brought up by Pearl. Jasper assented quickly (as he usually did. Pearl was not easy to persuade in any scenario.) The multitude of tutors hired from the moment she was old enough to take lessons allowed Elena to become a well-rounded, talented girl at a young age.

Ivy was the slightly smaller, slightly less impressive Seymour. She was 3 years younger than Elena, yet she dragged 4 or 5 years behind in multiple areas. Even if she was still ahead of others in her age group, even if she tried her very best, there was no winning. The praise was dedicated to her older sister. For the younger, there were only comparisons and perhaps some advice to do better if she was lucky.

When Elena went to Hogwarts, the talk of her accomplishments only increased, and as the motivation increased, Ivy began to work harder. Perhaps, if she could beat the whole world, then perhaps, maybe she would be satisfied.

First Instance of Magic:
Ivy's 6th birthday party was a long-awaited event. With the help of her parents, she had been planning it for months. Her mother charmed the decorations (all in pink and silver, just like she asked) and her father helped her prepare tea and scones for the guests but the centerpiece of the affair was by far the cake. White and pink frosting rosettes covered three tiers of chocolate sponge with raspberry jam layers throughout. 6 silver candles formed a perfect ring on the top layer.

The loud clacks of Ivy's ballet flats echoed through the mansion as she ran around in anticipation, the bottom of her slightly-too-big tulle dress dragging on the ground. Guests began to arrive at the appointed time. Other pureblood families who had children of around her age came in mass via the floo network, each bearing a present.

The children were sent upstairs to play for a while before being called to the dining room for tea, cake, and then gifts. Gifts. Ivy had left very specific instructions for gifts. They had to be in either pink, white, or silver in order to match the color scheme of the party, same with the wrapping.

Once it came time for gifts, the children sat in a circle around Ivy as she unwrapped her presents one by one. The first ones were perfect. Emily was her best friend knew her better than anyone else. She was more than happy with the silver heart locket and put it on immediately. Juliet and Anastasia were trustworthy too. They both brought doll clothes that were the correct size for Brownie, Ivy's teddy bear.

More desired gifts followed until it was down to the last set. One was clearly just a card and the other was a small, white box. The latter was the obvious choice to unwrap first so she did, quickly tearing off the ribbon and opening the box. The bracelet inside was beautiful, but there was a problem. It was gold. Were the color restrictions not clear enough? Ivy squinted up her eyes as an attempt to stop the tears. Her etiquette tutor had taught her to always say thank you but she really didn't want to. Mila, the poor girl who got the gift for her, sat expectantly in front of her. "Are you okay?" Emily's quiet voice came from the seat next to her.

Another, louder, voice called out, "Why did it change colors?" The group of children encroached on the box and, sure enough, the gold bracelet was now the perfect shade of silver.

Ivy opened her eyes after regaining her composure. "Thank you!" She grinned at Mila although her eyebrows were still tense with confusion.