Physical Description: At first glance, Geneva Bishop is a petite girl with dark hair and dark eyes. Freckles lightly dot her cheeks, and her mouth suggests an inquisitive expression. Although she stands at only 4’6” tall, she has the strength and agility of a dancer.

Mental Description: Above all else, Geneva seeks knowledge. The desire to know is her strongest motivation, and she’s very quick-witted and intelligent. However, this boldness has often gotten her into trouble. She’s not afraid to ask seemingly impertinent questions, and she has little respect for boundaries when she’s on the scent. Some might call her a busybody, but that’s not how she sees herself. While she does care for others, she’s not particularly empathetic and often puts herself first. She doesn’t intend to hurt people, it just happens, and she’s sorry when it does. To her, learning new things is a gateway, a key to endless possibilities, and the excitement can sometimes overtake everything else.

She can be rather quiet in large, busy settings, which might give off the impression of shyness, but she’s not afraid to start conversations with strangers. Although she’s used to getting what she wants, she also calculates to please. She won’t always tell someone what she feels if she thinks they’d rather hear something else. However, this can change as she grows closer so people; she’s often outspoken among her own family members.

Biography: Geneva’s childhood was quiet and peaceful, if not particularly eventful. The one dark stain in her memories happened when she was six years old. One rainy night in October, her mother sat her down on the couch and told her that her father had died in a car crash. That he was never coming home.
From that point on, Geneva’s mother, Esther, and older sister, Maren, took care of the family, including Geneva’s younger brother, Caleb. For the most part, they were happy. Esther worked as an ER nurse to support the family, which meant long hours and not much time spent with her kids. Maren stepped in as a second mother to Geneva and Caleb, who loved her as dearly as their actual mother.
Although Geneva enjoyed learning, she wasn’t challenged by her schoolwork and longed for something more. She took those feeling out through dance. The hours spent in the ballet studio, where she could focus on moving her body and creating beautiful shapes, were the highlight of each week.
Geneva felt something else within herself too, something she couldn’t name. A… potential. It wasn’t until a very oddly dressed representative of a place called Hogwarts School came to call that she realized what it was. Magic.

First Instance of Magic: At the early age of five, Geneva’s creative aspirations were cruelly cut short by her mother. No matter how much the sobbing child begged, the answer was still “No, Geneva, you may not dye your hair purple!”
When the sobbing reduced to screaming, Geneva was carried unwillingly to bed.
Geneva awoke the next morning as disconsolate as the night before. As she stepped onto the bathroom step-stool to brush her teeth, a flash of color in the mirror caught her eye. She looked closer and shrieked with glee!
Her mother was not so pleased. How in the world had her five-year-old managed to dye her hair bright purple overnight? Although no amount of washing made a difference, the next morning Geneva’s hair had returned to its original color as if nothing had happened. This equally relieved and perplexed her parents.