Colette Sanchez
Status: Half-Blood
Date of Birth: September 21st 2013
Nationality: Filipino
Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
Residence: Manila, Philippines (former) || Oxford, England (current)
House: Slytherin
Patronus:
Date of Birth: September 21st 2013
Nationality: Filipino
Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
Residence: Manila, Philippines (former) || Oxford, England (current)
House: Slytherin
Patronus:
Wand: 23,7 cm (about 9 inches) with chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Colette only stood at around 147 cm (her max height in timeskip is 155 cm). She had a rather pale complexion from not going outside much. Her dark brown eyes had subtle bags beneath them, making her look like her eyes are bigger than they normally are. A few blemishes could be seen here and there, a result from her tendency to stay up late at night to read books or play video games. She has pin-straight black hair, reaching to the bottom of her spine, her face framed with bangs in a hime cut style in which she often ties to a ponytail.
Reducio
It all started with a trip to England for the summer. The air inside Blackwood Manor was thick with the scent of centuries-old wax and damp stone. Six-year-old Colette lagged slightly behind her family, her small shoes clicking softly against the polished floorboards as she clutched her sketchbook to her chest. She was perfectly content fading into the background, observing the grand, gloomy history of the UK estate.
Until a certain kid named Leo decided to be a menace.
Leo was an absolute terror of an eight-year-old on the same tour group. As the guide ushered everyone toward the Grand Portrait Gallery, Leo aggressively shoved past Colette to get to the front. The force knocked her straight to the ground, sending her sketchbook skittering across the floor. To make it worse, Leo turned back, let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, and deliberately stepped right over her drawings before running ahead.
Colette didn’t cry. She didn't throw a tantrum. She simply pushed herself up, dusted off her clothes, and retrieved her sketchbook. But as she looked toward the doorway where Leo had disappeared, her eyes narrowed with a cold, intense focus. A strange, prickling static electricity began to hum right beneath her skin. She wished, with every fiber of her little six-year-old being, that the universe would teach him a lesson he couldn't run away from.
The moment Leo stepped into the center of the roped-off portrait gallery, the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him with a deafening THUD.
The tour guide rattled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. On the other side of the glass, the atmosphere inside the gallery instantly shifted. The temperature plummeted so fast that Leo's breath turned to visible white mist.
Suddenly, the ambient museum lighting flickered and died, leaving him in a dim, eerie twilight. Leo spun around, terrified, but the worst was yet to come. The painted eyes of every single aristocratic portrait on the walls—scores of ancient, stern faces—subtly cracked and shifted. Hundreds of painted eyes locked onto Leo, tracking his every frantic movement. The empty suits of medieval armor lining the walls began to vibrate, their iron gauntlets scraping together with a metallic screech that echoed through the room.
Leo let out a blood-curdling shriek, dropping to his knees and sobbing hysterically as the terrifying, localized haunting closed in on him.
Outside the door, the adults panic-called for maintenance. But Colette just stood at the back of the crowd, completely unbothered, calmly hugging her sketchbook. The strange static in her veins smoothed out into a satisfying, warm hum.
The exact second Leo completely broke down, screaming a tearful apology to the empty air for being a bully, the heavy oak doors clicked and swung open effortlessly. The museum lights snapped back on. The portraits were just paint again; the armor was just hollow metal.
As a traumatized Leo was dragged out by his parents, wailing that the ghosts were trying to eat him, Colette casually walked past him. She didn't say a word, but the tiny, knowing smirk on her face was the scariest thing in the entire manor.
Until a certain kid named Leo decided to be a menace.
Leo was an absolute terror of an eight-year-old on the same tour group. As the guide ushered everyone toward the Grand Portrait Gallery, Leo aggressively shoved past Colette to get to the front. The force knocked her straight to the ground, sending her sketchbook skittering across the floor. To make it worse, Leo turned back, let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, and deliberately stepped right over her drawings before running ahead.
Colette didn’t cry. She didn't throw a tantrum. She simply pushed herself up, dusted off her clothes, and retrieved her sketchbook. But as she looked toward the doorway where Leo had disappeared, her eyes narrowed with a cold, intense focus. A strange, prickling static electricity began to hum right beneath her skin. She wished, with every fiber of her little six-year-old being, that the universe would teach him a lesson he couldn't run away from.
The moment Leo stepped into the center of the roped-off portrait gallery, the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him with a deafening THUD.
The tour guide rattled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. On the other side of the glass, the atmosphere inside the gallery instantly shifted. The temperature plummeted so fast that Leo's breath turned to visible white mist.
Suddenly, the ambient museum lighting flickered and died, leaving him in a dim, eerie twilight. Leo spun around, terrified, but the worst was yet to come. The painted eyes of every single aristocratic portrait on the walls—scores of ancient, stern faces—subtly cracked and shifted. Hundreds of painted eyes locked onto Leo, tracking his every frantic movement. The empty suits of medieval armor lining the walls began to vibrate, their iron gauntlets scraping together with a metallic screech that echoed through the room.
Leo let out a blood-curdling shriek, dropping to his knees and sobbing hysterically as the terrifying, localized haunting closed in on him.
Outside the door, the adults panic-called for maintenance. But Colette just stood at the back of the crowd, completely unbothered, calmly hugging her sketchbook. The strange static in her veins smoothed out into a satisfying, warm hum.
The exact second Leo completely broke down, screaming a tearful apology to the empty air for being a bully, the heavy oak doors clicked and swung open effortlessly. The museum lights snapped back on. The portraits were just paint again; the armor was just hollow metal.
As a traumatized Leo was dragged out by his parents, wailing that the ghosts were trying to eat him, Colette casually walked past him. She didn't say a word, but the tiny, knowing smirk on her face was the scariest thing in the entire manor.
Reducio
Born and raised in the capital of the Philippines, Colette was a curious kid from a very young age. Given her family's strict rules, she was only allowed to play inside the house. She never had any childhood friends that she would run or play outside with. Often times, she'd just read or draw inside their house, in which helped her develop a passion for them as she grew older.
Her parents were almost never at home. Her mother, Eleanor Sanchez, was a Hufflepuff student. She excelled in Herbology, yet her current occupation is a nurse at Muggle Hospital, where she was required to work either all morning or all evening. Despite this, she made sure she had the time to teach Colette for school. Colette's father, however, works as an Engineer. Vince Sanchez was a Muggle that her mother met after flying back to Asia after she had finished her Hogwarts years. Much like his wife, he was often at work and only goes home 2-3 times a week because of how tedious it could be. This leaves Colette alone at home with her maternal grandmother, Laurie, and her two uncles (her mother's younger siblings).
While Colette was already keen to reading and drawing, it was her uncles who introduced her to the world of gaming. They had lent her their gadgets and devices, teaching her the basics, and even gave her a personal computer of her own on her 5th birthday.
At school, she felt as if she was always the odd one out. However, she did make friends along the way who felt the same as her. She was glad to be able to play and talk with other kids her age, with the same interests as her!
But being the odd group had its disadvantages, like they always did. Yet Colette was not the kind of kid to be messed with, not in an edgy way, but in a way that would make you actually want to think twice before doing it again to her. Because of this, she has been a magnet for unusual troubles, but the school faculty never pointed a finger on her. Her doings were always completely under their radar that they never would have suspected that she did those.
As worried parents, they had her transfer schools. Quite a lot for her age. She went to 3 different schools before the age of 11. She was about to move to her 4th before finding out she was accepted at Hogwarts.
Shortly after she finished her Elementary School years in the Philippines, her family decided to move to Oxford because of her father's job opportunity. Colette was 11 years old at the time, turning 12 after a few months. There, she was almost about to be enrolled by her parents in a muggle school again, until her letter from Hogwarts arrived.
All her troubled experiences aside, she actually excels a lot at school. And by a lot, she actually competes in contests such as a pageant for her mother's hospital at 2 years old, a flag guessing quiz bee at her school at 5, a board game competition at 7, and a national math competition at 10. Those achievements made her mother think to herself that her daughter would easily be sorted in Ravenclaw.
And Colette did, too.
But the Hat thought otherwise.
Her parents were almost never at home. Her mother, Eleanor Sanchez, was a Hufflepuff student. She excelled in Herbology, yet her current occupation is a nurse at Muggle Hospital, where she was required to work either all morning or all evening. Despite this, she made sure she had the time to teach Colette for school. Colette's father, however, works as an Engineer. Vince Sanchez was a Muggle that her mother met after flying back to Asia after she had finished her Hogwarts years. Much like his wife, he was often at work and only goes home 2-3 times a week because of how tedious it could be. This leaves Colette alone at home with her maternal grandmother, Laurie, and her two uncles (her mother's younger siblings).
While Colette was already keen to reading and drawing, it was her uncles who introduced her to the world of gaming. They had lent her their gadgets and devices, teaching her the basics, and even gave her a personal computer of her own on her 5th birthday.
At school, she felt as if she was always the odd one out. However, she did make friends along the way who felt the same as her. She was glad to be able to play and talk with other kids her age, with the same interests as her!
But being the odd group had its disadvantages, like they always did. Yet Colette was not the kind of kid to be messed with, not in an edgy way, but in a way that would make you actually want to think twice before doing it again to her. Because of this, she has been a magnet for unusual troubles, but the school faculty never pointed a finger on her. Her doings were always completely under their radar that they never would have suspected that she did those.
As worried parents, they had her transfer schools. Quite a lot for her age. She went to 3 different schools before the age of 11. She was about to move to her 4th before finding out she was accepted at Hogwarts.
Shortly after she finished her Elementary School years in the Philippines, her family decided to move to Oxford because of her father's job opportunity. Colette was 11 years old at the time, turning 12 after a few months. There, she was almost about to be enrolled by her parents in a muggle school again, until her letter from Hogwarts arrived.
All her troubled experiences aside, she actually excels a lot at school. And by a lot, she actually competes in contests such as a pageant for her mother's hospital at 2 years old, a flag guessing quiz bee at her school at 5, a board game competition at 7, and a national math competition at 10. Those achievements made her mother think to herself that her daughter would easily be sorted in Ravenclaw.
And Colette did, too.
But the Hat thought otherwise.
Last edited by Colette Sanchez on 3 Jul 2026, 03:45, edited 2 times in total.
Colette Sanchez
S T A T I S T I C S A N D A B I L I T I E S
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength : 5
Wisdom: 9
Arcane power: 7
Accuracy: 5
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 4
Strength : 5
Wisdom: 9
Arcane power: 7
Accuracy: 5
TOTAL POINTS: 35
Colette Sanchez
"Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry."
- Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
- Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Colette grew up having books as her company. She was heavily influenced by her father and uncles whom she shared her passion for books with. Her father gifted her science related books, as well as Guinness World Records and Mysteries of the Unexplained, the two books that she read when she was about to sleep. Her uncles, on the other hand, introduced her quite early to the Classics and YA Books. Funnily enough, while most kids her age bore through reading, Colette’s mother scolded her for reading too much.
Reducio
 Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare |
 Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs |
 A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket |
 Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |
 Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen |
 The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe |