Maurice Andrieux Beauxbatons

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes (Keeper)
Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats: sta 8 · eva 7 · str 8 · wis 7 · arc 7 · acc 8

Abilities:
First Year - Calming Presence
Second Year - Keeper's Catch
Third Year - Prodigal Charms Learner

I was released from the prison of nonexistence on a fateful summer day. My mum says it was the brightest June France had ever seen, but I never quite believed her. She can get a bit sentimental. I was the youngest and (hopefully) the last to three girls: Coralie, Thea, and Sabine. They're all a pain in my side, but I do love them. Quietly. My mum's name is Inès and my dad's Vidal. They're pretty cool folks.
My family's non-magique or moldu or however you call them, which just means I wasn't raised on magic. The town's pretty packed, but my parents usually left me to my own devices when I was young. My own devices as in my sisters' care, who couldn't give a crap what I did when they're not looking. I spent a lot of time outside, exploring. I was sort of a silent watcher I suppose, an observer. I would spend hours wandering through town and uprooting the flowers in my neighbors' gardens until they chased me off. I had a few toys, mostly some hand-me-downs from my sisters like beheaded barbies and plastic food. Not too interesting to me, but sometimes Coralie would play house with me.

As a kid, I never really noticed any strange happenings that lead to wizardry. It was all little stuff, like the side of the counter suddenly turning soft when I was about to hit my head or my tea abruptly cooling down when I was about to take a sip of burning liquid. Except for once, I suppose, only a few years before I started up at Beauxbatons. All my sisters were home, and we were out back playing in the grass like kiddies do. I was trying to climb a tree out back, and my sisters were all yelling at me from the bottom. Sabine was egging me on, Thea was making worried noises, and Coralie was practically crying from fear.
My parents convinced I was imagining things, and eventually I let it go.

It was harder to ignore the letter, though. I had been helping my mum in the kitchen, reading from a flour-covered cookbook and attempting to get the dough to stop sticking to my hands when suddenly the whole page was covered in writing. It was an invitation to some magical school in the mountains. It should have been some trick of the light, but it had surely appeared on the page. I flipped to the next and found the same writing scribbling itself over the words.

I don't think my parents ever really came to terms with the idea of magic, but I still went to school in the Fall. Sometimes I worry that they feel like I've abandoned them. I mean, I never asked to be a wizard. But we had all these plans when I was home, trips and futures and all that. And now I suppose its all been turned a bit lopsided with the whole existence-of-magic deal. I dunno, I think I'm too in my head about it. Whatever.

Character Inspo:

- Fraser Wilson
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