Castor Alarie Beauxbatons

Name: Castor Alarie

School: Beauxbatons

Year: 1st

Status: Pureblood

Appearance: She has long-short black hair, almond colored eyes, full, round lips, and a defined jawline. She usually wears things fairly formal, though definitely changed and styled to look more fashionable.

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Personality: She’s a bit quiet, though certainly not in a shy way, she just doesn’t really talk unless she needs to say something. She prefers to indulge in her own interests or do things she actually wants to do, like research flowers or write by the fire rather than just try out new things or spread her wings, though if she finds someone she enjoys being around the same rules apply. She can be a bit rude, though isn’t actively trying to put others down, and will attempt to be polite if it will change any uncomfortable tension or awkwardness.

History: She was born into wealth and privilege, with a family of well known French people who were, just as Castor, born into money, and those before them, and before, and so on. Castor was raised with this, a mindset that said she would be exactly like those before her, attending parties and banquets wearing fine, rich silks and drinking from gold goblets. It became so normal, sometimes the girl forgot that not everyone lived this way. Even so, she tried to distance herself from the “petty rich girl” sort of path, and instead tried to find her own ways of bringing joy rather than by having it served to her, like by gazing at flowers in the backyard of her home and learning all she could about them or finding peace in strolls around the town.

Her mother and father are very serious, reserved people, who have inherited practically everything they own. They often find themselves farther away from their children with each stack of papers leaning dangerously off their desks. Her two older sisters and one older brother are determined to continue as those before them, although they can be very annoying and sibling-ly. Castor found herself almost always either in her room, at parties, or hiding away in the great backyard.


Her first instance of magic was during a tea party at a very bright, sunny manor with white wallpaper and an overuse of quartz. While attempting to sip from the floral china teacup held delicately in her hand, pinkie raised and stance sharp, the teacup barely reached her lips before turning incredibly cold, like the water in a river. Castor had placed the teacup down quickly, attempting not to seem indelicate as she struggled to swallow the cold tea. This wouldn't have been strange if it weren't that it was burning hot before, turning her fingertip a bright red shade at the mere touch. She never though much of it until it was mentioned later and her father exclaimed, quite happily so, that that was a first instance of magic, and it had most likely turned cold so as to protect her from burning her tongue. That was the brightest she had ever seen him.

Castor awaited attending Beauxbatons anxiously for all the years leading up to the moment, considering the outcomes of attendance. When the bold words of the Beauxbatons letter came on the pages of her mothers favorite book, she was sent away with nothing but the promises of success and a few large suitcases packed with the needed items. Upon arrival at the great school, Castor had begun studying almost immediately, trying to learn everything she could.