Name: Katherine "Kit" Ester Felix
Status: Pureblood
School: Beauxbatons
Year: Fourth

Appearance: Kit confidently stands at 5' 4", a general upbeat and assured attitude about her. Freckles dot her pale skin along her cheeks and nose as well as a scattered few on her legs and arms from time spent in the sun. Light green-blue eyes contrasts her dark red hair that would fall in slight waves to her shoulders if Kit ever let it down- a rare occurrence as her hair is most often up in a messy ponytail or space buns. She carries around very few accessories except for some hairbands around her wrist and a pair of earbuds that don't actually work. Her wardrobe typically consists of colorful yet casual clothing, a wide selection of outfits with only dresses seeming to be the rarity.

Personality: "Live and let live" would generally be Kit's motto. The only thing she feels strongly about is sports competitions such as Quidditch but even then there seems to be little concern over whether her team won or lost, more hopeful that she and everyone else playing put all their effort and skill into the game. She is open in her thoughts and feelings, perhaps to the point of being too talkative for some, and does enjoy engaging in conversations as she's curious about the people around her. While good at asking questions, Kit is not great at giving advice due to her few experiences and the little stress she puts on anything. Her interests tend to either be creative or active- enjoying art, sports, dance, and singing while always curious to try new things. With the amount of time spent on her hobbies and the little interest in academics plus the struggle to cast spells in general due to her rather free-flowing and unfocused nature, homework is often left rushed or incomplete.

History: Katherine was born in raised in the United States of America, specifically in Los Angeles, California. Her pureblood parents were always off at work, employing a squib to take care of their two daughters. Her sister was older, Isabelle, with cascading blond hair. It had always been obvious to the young girl that Isabelle was the favorite of her parents, partly because she was the older. The heir, not that the redhead had ever wanted such a position. The squib, Helen, was a soft spoken young woman, always downcast whenever her parents were around. Helen always seemed brighter when their parents were gone.

It was Helen, Katherine, and Isabelle. She received her first nickname from her sister, officially deeming Katherine to be Kat. They would prance around the large house, playing with all the fancy paints they could find. The two girls could always convince Helen to play hide-and-seek with them, soft giggles drifting from all the different hiding spots within the tidy house. The two were active, although Kat was always more willing and rebellious than Isabelle. Belle had a reputation to uphold, though.

Kat would receive her second nickname from Helen. She was deemed KitKat after Helen saw the girl's face when she bit into the chocolate-covered wafer bars. KitKat would also get an MP3 player at this time, some songs already inputted into the small device. It crashed occasionally, but the girl felt better having music- art- near her. It would become a new accessory, one only hidden when her parents returned from work.

Her small school gave her a different name. Katherine was far too fancy and old for an elementary schooler. Not wanting to be called Kat except by Isabelle, the new name would be Kit. It felt right to the girl, connected with bright smiles and grass-stained knees. Where her home was filled with art and music, school felt more about sports. PE was an important part and her favorite class- partly because they weren't trying to jam facts into her head. Her friends were almost all soccer players although Kit had never been allowed to join any sports teams outside of her school. And there wasn't really anything in elementary school. She supposed she could wait for middle school, but she knew she was going to a magical school.

And that was correct. The summer before her first year, her parents would drop her off in Lyon, France with her grandparents. Kit knew some French (it was a requirement of her parents), but she had wanted to go to Ilvermorny. Her parents, the ones with the highest authority, quickly shot down that idea, explaining how Beauxbatons was certainly the more fancy school. So, with that, the girl went to Beauxbatons.

First Instance of Magic: It was later in the day. Her parents were home and Helen had gone to her (other?) house. Katherine was young, still figuring out what she could and couldn't do when her parents were home. They were strict- very different from Helen's soft patience. So she had wandered corridors, trying to be as silent as possible. It was fun exercise, and it grew more so when she heard her parents voice. Staying quiet and not being visible? Now that was a challenge. The girl would keep close to the wall, straining to hear the words. Her eyes would widen, though, as she heard what they were saying.

What if the squib corrupts our daughters? We shouldn't have hired her. But a muggle wouldn't- couldn't- care for them. And no real wizard deserves to be treated like a squib.

She didn't know what they were talking about, but she knew it was about Helen. And it was mean. A fierce protectiveness flooded the girl's senses, glaring at the far wall. They couldn't be so mean to someone so nice. Shutters and windows slammed open, a sudden gust of wind letting papers fly. There was a small cry of surprise, but Katherine ran away before she could hear anymore.

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

Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 12 | Strength: 13 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 15

(+4 from duelling wins (1, 2) & quidditch wins (1, 2))

Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers (WC: 481 words)

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"C'mon! Let's play!" Messy red hair bounced up and down with the girl, trying to get the two others to join. Isabelle nodded, a smile spreading across her face as both the girls turned towards Helen. The young woman glanced between the two, before letting out a soft sigh with a smile. "Alright, but just one round. Go on, you two, hide." Kit chirped in excitement, quickly dashing off. It wasn't often that she could get the two to play hide and go seek. They preferred to stick with the original, apparently.

Light footsteps would be heard, trailing around different locations to not give Helen any clues. But eventually she would stop, hiding behind a couch. It certainly wasn't the best hiding spot, but it would have to do. Wherever Isabelle might've hidden was a question for later. Now to wait.

It wouldn't take long, before Kit would find herself glancing around, trying to find where Helen had gone. She had peeked up too much, red hair rather visible against the colorless background. The young girl realized this a moment later, keeping her position for a few moments longer while Helen came towards her. She'd wait for the last minute, before quickly bouncing back out of reach. Kit decided to test her fate a little more, allowing for one more chance. A few moments of waiting, before another quick dodge out of the way, laughing from the adrenaline. It was a fun little game for the young girl, but she'd dash away, trying to find the next hiding spot. Blue-green eyes would glance around the next corridor, running in before she realized that Isabelle was standing in the middle of the walkway.

"Did you get tagged?" The younger girl would ask, bouncing on her feet slightly. Her sister would say nothing, but began to close the gap between them. A hand would whip out to try and tap the redhead, but she had side-skipped, barely getting out of the way. "You did!" she gasped, a grin widening. She would pause for a moment, before running before Isabelle or Helen could tag her in her surprise. Having two on one posed an interesting challenge, as they directed her towards a dead end. Kit didn't notice until she was almost against the wall, keeping out of both of their reaches. But in a dead end, there was only so much ducking and weaving one could do until they got tagged. Fingers would barely graze her arm, and the girl would stop, quickly turning around to face the others.

"Well that wasn't fair," she pouted, a little out of breath. Helen shook her head, huffed laughter escaping her. "No, Kitkat dear, there was nothing fair about what you were doing. We needed our own tactics to win." Isabelle would nod, offering her sister an impressed smile. "I think we'll just stick to regular hide-and-seek."

Savior (WC: 459 words)

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Quidditch was a fun sport. Dangerous and way more competitive than she had realized. There had been talk back at home, but the importance of quidditch never really set in until Kit was trying out to join the team. Sports had never been about winning, but rather being a group to spend time with and get to know. Still, it was important that she in some way aided the team. The height of play was scary enough, not to mention adding bludgers into the mix.

One of the practices, they practiced catching in a more controlled and safe environment so that teammates might be able to help each other better when the real game came around. It was strange to have a new weight on the broom. There was some struggle with maneuverability and keeping the other person on at the same time. But still, it sounded like the perfect way to help out. Maybe even prevent some of the more serious injuries that could occur when one fell down from such a distance.

Practices remained the same, but Kit spent more time figuring out what best to use as a substitute for an additional person on the broom. Backpacks stuffed with books worked well, trying to move around easily enough without the bag toppling over and free falling down to the ground. It was strange to have less space on the broom, but the girl adjusted, challenging herself to have more room on the back of the broom. But having two people on a broom was just one step. The other was catching.

This was more challenging to practice, generally required someone else to help out. One way was by tossing the previously used backpack down to be caught. The distances were small at first- a light toss between the two, but the distance and height increased as Kit grew more confident with this skill. This didn’t mean that the backpack stayed intact, however, books pressing their edges into the fabric until it ripped. No new scratches or tears had been seen in a while, though, significant improvement from the start of her outside practices.

The second way was carrying someone. This almost always drew laughs the first few times as Kit struggled to figure out how best to get a person onto the back of her broom. For what sounded like the simple part, the second year found it rather complicated, making sure to put padding down before ever trying to pick up her friend. While the quidditch player had yet to use this new skill in a game, she was positive it would be useful at some point. Plus, it was another way for her to help out from a distance. Or on the same broom.

Calming Presence (WC: 447 words)

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"Kit, you know you shouldn't do something like that." It was back in elementary school, after Kit had jumped off of the top of the play structure as a dare. She hadn't gotten hurt, but a teacher had spotted and told her parents about it. And so now she sat, listening to them scold again and thinking about other things. More important things in her opinion. "Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing." Katherine agreed with that, of course. Isabelle wouldn't do such a thing- but she didn't expect herself to be her older sister. So all she did was wait- and nothing else happened. She was let off and went back to playing around in the house. So why worry about expectations if all her parents would do was talk about it? Isabelle was already the better sibling, so why should Kit compete?

And with that, Katherine was generally a relaxed person- a care free person living a care free life. Sure, there was school and some stresses that came with it, but the witch didn't care about grades so long as it was passing. Plus, she had quite a few resources from her older sister and from her grandparents via owls. Her parents weren't pleased with low grades, but as Kit had never felt like the favorite of her parents, she learned to shrug it off like the other times her parents talked about disappointments. And since nothing was done asides from voicing disappointment, shrugging it off was easy. There was little punishment in Kit's world and so she could continue to be care free.

Instead, her focuses could be entirely on the activities she enjoyed- quidditch, music, and art. Everything else could remain at a passing as the second year spent most of her time working on what made her happy. The school-fun balance didn't shift much since first year, and yet it was enough to start something big. Her enjoyment in her activities and how she spent her time made her happier. And her happiness boosted confidence, conversations, and her care free nature. It created new friends and helped her find more activities that interested her, clubs that sounded really cool or muggle sports that she had never heard of before.

Her own contentment and happiness with her life changed how she held herself as she became a third year, no longer a new student yet not a role model either. This feeling and presence of her own calmness and relaxed nature could be felt by others around her- smiles to strangers, positive outlooks, and encouragement became more commonplace as she realized how it affected others, happy to spread her carefree nature to others.

Evasive Maneuvers II (WC: 441 words)

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Kit was a little miffed by her summer quidditch performance. While she saved the seeker and scored one goal in a rather short game, that was the extent of her achievements when the intention had been to save three people and perhaps score a few more shots. How underwhelming. Still, it gave the Beauxbatons student a new goal and something to aim towards- she probably couldn't learn how to carry more people on her broom, but practicing how to ride precisely and efficiently while weaving through the pitch would certainly help. The French school didn't have much in the way of a training pitch, but they did have an impressive racing track and a hedge maze.

And so that was how the girl trained, spending additional time outside of her normal practice to bob and weave through the mountain tunnels and hoops, occasionally offering for other students to hit bludgers at her or throw things at her that she needed to catch- just to make things a little more complicated. While the new practice included many trips to the medic ward as she crashed into the sides of the rockface or got hit by a particularly bad bludger, these visits grew less frequent with time. From shakily flying through the course to bobing and weaving at high speeds, it was clear that the additional practice mixed with the usual sports routine had advanced her precision and technique. It came with the added benefit of being able to dodge bludgers a little easier as she didn't want to get hit along the way to save someone falling from the sky nor slow down in case they got too low to thr ground and Kit could no longer catch them.

Her focus improved her flying, but the student also realized that it helped in other situations. Getting precise movements on a broom meant proper balance and quick calculated moves and leans to get the right direction, easily translating to her own balance and quick moves on land. Moving at such speeds required quick glances and decisions, helping both when targeted by bludgers, spells, or pushy students in crowded halls. While a little different, the observation allowed her to find a new practice for this curious skill. Kit had little skill in dueling, but she could offer herself up to be a training target and learn a little from the other duelists who had to duck, spin, and roll away from spells on a daily basis. It did mean seeing the mediwizards again after she had just reduced her visits, but now the Beauxbatons student knew how to evade both in the sky and on land.