Jacqueline Levant Beauxbatons

Name Jacqueline Cecile Levant

Nickname Jac, J

Age 11

Nationality French

Gender Female

School Beauxbatons

Year First

Languages French, English (Although her French is a lot better!)

Appearance Jacqueline is someone that draws stares whenever she enters a room. Although she is only eleven years old, she is quite beautiful. She has long, wavy blonde hair that reached down to near her waist, sea green eyes, and light colored skin. She has a bright smile, and a slender build, but is also strong from years of ballet. Jac's posture and attitudes make her seem older than she really is, and many often mistake her for a second year instead of a first.

Personality At first, when meeting someone new, Jac will act prim, polite, and proper, because she can be a little suspicious about trusting others. But, if you can get her to open up to you, soon you'll find she has no problem with having a lot of fun and maybe causing a little chaos. . . Jac doesn't care about the rules as much as some do, but maybe that's because she seems to be able to charm her way out of just about any situation. She can be very flirty when she wants to, a trait she inherited from her family, the Levants, who always loved getting attention. She works hard on her schoolwork, gets good grades, but always has time to hang out with her friends after she finishes! Jac also acts very confident in her skills and abilities, something she learned to do from her family. Underneath it all she can be pretty doubtful of herself though.

History Jacqueline was born on May 19 to Alison and Grant Levant. Grant's family, the Levant family, was a rich, well off, pure blood family, and they were proud of it, always wearing the fanciest clothes, or shopping at super expensive stores. It was how the family had acted for centuries. . . why would they change?

Growing up, Jac didn't enjoy the life she had to live. Prim, proper, perfection was everything to the Levants, but Jac couldn't care less. She would much rather be flying through the clouds on her broomstick, pretending she lived the life of a Quidditch player. Both her parents had no interest in the sport at all, and so Jac decided this was probably something she should keep to herself. At least until she got better at flying and could prove to her family that one day she really could become a professional.

Every day, Jac would work hard on her studies until she excelled at everything her parents and other relatives had her do. After everyone was asleep though, she would grab her broom and sneak off into the night to practice her flying skills. Day after day after day she worked, until she was amazing at it. And one day, she decided she was finally ready to reveal her talents to the rest of her family and did so that afternoon.

No one was impressed. They all scoffed at the thought of her becoming a Quidditch star, instead talking about how her beauty might get her somewhere. Jac's pretended that it didn't matter much, but it did. It hurt, that even her own family didn't think she could accomplish her dreams. Then, to make it even worse, the next day everyone acted like nothing had happened. They pretended that Jac had never shown them her flying skills. Maybe they really had forgotten. And so Jac went back to acting as well, being a perfect little girl and doing everything she was asked without complaint. Her family's rejection of her talents had made her more suspicious about who to trust. Who she thought would actually support her in her decisions.

When Jac turned three, her younger sister was born. Ariellah, they named her. As the two grew older, they also grew closer. The girl became very, very protective of her younger sister, and got upset whenever anyone did anything to hurt her. This protective side of her was actually what made her magical abilities come into the light.

It had been stormy the whole day, and Ariellah, a ray of sunshine, had been frightened of the darkness that had blanketed the sun. She had run to Jac, sobbing, who was seven at the time, and was playing with one of their older cousins. When their cousin saw how scared Ari was, he taunted her until she was on the verge of tears. "It gets dark every night!" He told her, smirking as Ariellah his behind her sister. Jac, having had enough, stood up and glared at him.

"Stop!" She yelled. Levants weren't supposed to raise their voice, but who cared? Not Jac, that's for sure. She stomped across the room to the door, pulling her little sister away with her. The second they walked out, every light in the room went off and the curtains snapped shut, until every shred of light had been shrouded by darkness. Their cousin was so frightened, he rushed around the room trying to find the door for ten long minutes without even brushing up against it. When he emerged, Jac and Ari were long gone, and Jac had just confirmed her magical abilities, much to his dismay.

When she was accepted to Beauxbatons, her family was overjoyed. And Jac was too—but she was also a little worried. She was scared for her sister, not wanting to leave her alone, and yet. . . she was also happy because she knew Beauxbatons had Flying lessons and even their own Quidditch team. A little uncertain, Jac promised her sister to write as much as she could, and she made sure to. Her sister was not going to be abandoned by her, even while she was at school.

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