Name of PC: Minnie Duke
Name of iNPC: Lucy Hills
School of iNPC: Ilvermorny
Year: Second

Physical Description: She has a very pretty looking face, and many boys would be quite smitten with it if she didn't keep herself hidden away in various clothes and hairstyles. Her hair itself is a light, mousy, brown that she usually keeps down to hide her face. She brushes it plenty, making sure it's nice and wavy. Her favorite color of rose red is most likely in some aspect of her outfit. Sometimes a shirt, and sometimes a hair tie or pants. But her favorite outfit is a rose red shirt and jeans, with some cool black shoes and an across the body pouch to hold whatever she feels she needs at the moment.

Mental Description: Extremely talented and smart, having been tutored since the age of four. Her parents had a private teacher teach her both French, Spanish, and English as they wanted her to be multi-lingual. She's a bit of a quiet person, her normal day activities are trying to make herself unnoticeable. But she can be fiercely loyal and brave sometimes. She can also sometimes be a bit of a worrywart, if for good reason. You can tell she's nervous when she starts to tug on her hair. And when she's mad, her nose can get red. The fact that she's lived in a literal barn house for most of her life has made her very bad at communicating with people other than cows and horses. She prefers silence and being alone much more than socializing. Her loneliness can sometimes show, but mostly she keeps her thoughts and emotions to herself.

Biography: Lucy Hills was born in 2013, May 13, at 4:45 pm. It was a normal birth, done in a pearly white hospital room with lots of doctors running around. But it was a magic birth, from a mother who was a witch. Lucy's father was a plain old muggle, who worked in a bank. And her mother was equally boring, determined to prove that she didn't need magic to live a good life. So she worked as an English tutor. And so Lucy Hills was brought up in an entirely non magic society. That was, until the wolf attack. Lucy was five, and barely survived. But she did, and her parents were terrified. Her two year older brother, Michael, was also bitten, and together they lived in the secret of being werewolves. Her parents taught Lucy that being a werewolf was something that she needed to tell no one, and to trust no one. It was with that Lucy was withdrawn from school, only being there for about two weeks. Her parents hired a tutor, and moved to a farm house in Virginia, where she learned to ride horses. She grew to be suspicious of most people, and dead terrified that someone would uncover her secret. Michael wasn't as affected, becoming funny, kind, and a well likable person. He immediately became the parents favorite. But they were both still kept at home, basically hidden away from the rest of the world. When Ilvermorny started to accept werewolves, Lucy jumped at the chance to get away from the boring Virginian countryside. Her begging worked, and she was imitated into Ilvermorny. Her father mysteriously disappeared once the rioting started, and her brother soon after that. Lucy was quite worried about both them, the school, and the riots. It was going to be a very stressful year of Ilvermorny.

First Instance of Magic: Four year old Lucy smiled slightly as she walked among the garden, wandering aimlessly. Her mother had yet to call her in for nap time, so she could enjoy herself at the moment. A large dog had been brought into the house recently, and she wasn't sure she liked the look of it. She had never been in close contact with it, but it still spooked her whenever she saw it. No longer smiling, she walked back into the house, trailing her fingers along the edge of the house walls. She got a big surprise when she walked in; the large dog was right next to her. She squeaked in a panicked way and edged backwards. The dog looked suspicious of her, and barked loudly in her ear. The fear was nearly taking over her now, making her whimper and cry. Then another feeling came. A different one, something she had never felt before. She dog started to shrink before her eyes. It became small in a matter of seconds, slightly shorter than even her. The fear that had flooded her was now gone, and a curiosity instead. Her parents found her a few minutes later, inspecting the tiny dog. Her father paled and had to sit down quickly, and her mother said a few angry words that she had never heard before. It was really, a very odd day.