Physical Description: Penelope looks, in height and features, just like the average eleven-year-old girl. Not very tall but not very short either, as round-faced as children often are, she may however be thought quite skinny - especially by her dear grandmother, who tries to feed her to bursting everytime Penelope visits her. Penelope has got long wavy blond hair that tend to darken year after year: it used to be golden, it is now almost chestnut brown. The color of her eyes is somewhere between blue and grey; they are, most of the time, sparkling with joy.

Avatar: Phoebe Dynevor as Daphne Bridgerton

Mental Description: Penelope is a very lively young girl. She often seems joyful and enthusiastic, and most of the time this is how she feels. To her, the world looks beautiful and full of possibilities that she is eager to explore. However, she can be quite shy with people she does not know, and it would be easy to miss her energy below her silence and easy embarrassment. If you do get to know Penelope, you will discover an always optimistic young witch with big dreams borrowed from the books she loves to read, a deep sensitivity to art - mostly music and poetry - and a loving heart. Penelope believes that there is good in everyone, and loving is something she does as naturally as breathing. Her heart is big, but it is also sensitive and vulnerable, easily touched by both the good and the bad. This means the range of emotions she experiences almost daily is huge, as well as the number of times she smiles, laughs, cries, or wants to hug someone - but does not say it. Anger, though, is almost never on that list. It is the exception, the only emotion to which the young girl does not have a key. You will never hear her shout at someone or slam a door, as she hates conflict situations and is positively incapable of being angry at anyone. It just comes out in other ways, through other emotions, or it stays hidden inside of her, locked deep in her chest.
Something that has to be said of Penelope is that she loves all creatures, and she is impatient to start Care of magical creatures. This passion goes hand in hand with her love of the outdoors and her yearning for adventure.

All in all, Penelope is a sensitive young witch, looking forward to meeting her new friends, human or not, and beginning a new adventure.

Biography: Penelope spent the first eight years of her life in a house with a beautiful garden in the French Alps, her Muggle mother’s homeland. There, she developped a strong liking for breathtaking landscapes and adventurous hiking. She cherishes her memories of her early childhood, as it was a particularly good time of her life. The rest of it has also been quite nice, even though she found it heartbreaking to move out of France into Ireland, leaving behind her friends and her school. But her father wanted to go back to his homeland, where he had found a good job, and her mother said it was great for Penelope to know both the places where her roots dug. The young girl actually adapted quickly, and spent three more years of happy childhood, between her loving parents, her annoying but funny little brother named Anthony, and her best friend who lived next door, Arthur.

First Instance of Magic: Penelope did magic for the first time at the age of eight. It was just after she had moved to Ireland, on the evening before her first day of school there. She was feeling sad about not playing with her best friend Lila during breaks anymore, terrified that she might not make any friend, but also eager to start her new lessons, excited about exploring a new country, annoyed that her brother had borrowed her stuffed tiger but too kind to take it from him as he was crying in his bed, guilty about her being in the same place emotionally speaking even though she was much older. And of course, she missed the mountains. And suddenly, as she was curled up in her bed, crying her heart out, her hand holding her father’s, who was telling her about the great time she would have here, a snowflake landed on her cheek and melted there, dissolving in her tears. Another one followed, touching her nose. Soon, snow was falling softly all over her face, covering her, soothing her.

That night, for Penelope, Ireland became the place of magic. The start of her life as a witch. It was not that bad, in the end.


I am sorry for all the mistakes I might have made - and make in the future -, I am French and trying my best to improve!