Genevieve Davenport | First Year | Ravenclaw

｡ 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓅𝓇𝓉 ｡

Eleven Ravenclaw First Year Human

⋆ 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈❀𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 ⋆ Genie is curious beyond anything that could be considered her own good. She gets this trait from her mother and shows no signs of slowing down. The little girl sees no limits when it comes to the wonders awaiting discovery and has never been one to shy away from knowledge acquisition, but at times, can get ahead of herself when she becomes excited about a new concept or piece of knowledge. Outside of this, she can be quite shy, only really coming alive when you engage her passions. To some, she can be considered strange as she isn't one to be deterred by even the most morbid of interests.

•´¯`•. 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 .•`¯´•

Reducio

George Davenport:
Chronically busy, George doesn't spend much time with his daughter. His primary focus is, and has for the longest time been, building and maintaining connections within his aristocratic world.

There was a time when he was more attentive, but those days ended with the passing of his first wife, Jessica. Following this, he threw himself into his empire building, seeking distraction in his work.

Jessica Davenport (deceased):
Genevive's heartbeat and the source of her curiosity. Despite not being around for much of Genie's life, during her time, the pair were inseparable. She enjoyed allowing the little girl into her personal lab and cultivating the spirit of knowledge seeking and experimentation.

Her life was tragically cut short following a botched potion blow-up shortly after Genie's 4th birthday.

Rachel Davenport:
The new woman in George's life and Genie's reluctant step-mother. When she married the handsome, rich man, Rachel hadn't planned to be saddled with his strange child. She has resolved over the years to make the most of it, trying at every turn to morph the girl into a more acceptable step-daughter she might enjoy taking out into high society. She is constantly put out by Genie's preference for mud and experiments over soft dresses and afternoon tea.

It is unclear who, between the two (Rachel or Genie) is happier for the girl to be going off to Hogwarts in the fall.

Elizabeth Davenport:
The last stronghold of emotional support at Davenport estate. After the death of Genie's mother, Elizabeth took it upon herself to take the girl under wing. She's the one who cultivated the love of dance--specifically ballet--within the girl. When Genie lost her thirst for knowledge and experimentation, it was her grandmother who helped her find it.

✮ 𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉❀𝓇𝓎/𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑔𝓇☯𝓊𝓃𝒹 ✮ Reducio Genie lived a charmed but unremarkable life, right up until the death of her mother at the age of 4 following a magical explosion/backfire while she was working in her personal lab. (Her mother had been an avid potions enthusiast with a penchant for experimenting with new brews). Growing up, she'd never wanted for anything, not clothes, not toys, not magical tutors to ensure a proper education. Her mother had been her emotional lifeline, grounding her within the world of oppulence and heavy expectations. After her mother's passing, her father remarried a woman thrilled and enchanted by the high life but less thrilled about becoming a step-mother. Often, Genie was left to her own devices, wandering the estate and finding joy in her own company. There was always a nanny nearby to keep her on track, always someone waiting to address her whims but very few who took real interest in her day. Young as she is, her life has been events, galas, parties and the sort of grooming that is intended to turn her into a young woman of proper breeding and etiquette by the time she comes of age. While not the most involved, her father has always held high expectations for her, cultivating a culture of needing to succeed and harsh self-criticism when she does anything but. Her friendships have been limited to other children of 'proper breeding' within her father's social circle. Her knowledge of wider and more common but less lavish social settings is severely lacking as a result. In many ways, it can be said she was raised and overly sheltered in an ivory tower. Her first instance of magic occurred on her 7th birthday. Her stepmother had organised a party for her in the garden, full of children she didn't like and who didn't particularly care for her. Genie had been paraded and celebrated beyond anything she would've asked for, and when pressured to provide a gracious 'thank you' speech to all her guests, she accidentally set the cake and thus the tablecloth on fire. What should have been a day of celebration was nothing short of overly stimulating and terrifying for the little girl who harboured so much anxiety. While others cheered, she could feel the hedges of the garden closing in. She didn't want to be the centre of attention, but instead to fade into the background until the horrible thumping in her chest could subside. By the time they stood her before the gathered crowd, she could feel her heart lodged in her throat and the subtle trembling of her limbs. An escape was what she'd needed. A fire was what came. Her father, who might otherwise have been put off by her inability to maintain her presence in their world as seamlessly as the other children, was rather thrilled when he realised what had happened. Genie didn't speak much, and he'd lost touch with the sort of child he was raising. There had been little fears that she might have been a squib as he had exhibited his first instance of accidental magic at 3 and her mother at 5. She was getting on in age, and he was concerned. Her stepmother was more disheartened by the burned decor and the party being ruined, as it was abundantly clear that Genie did not want to and could not continue with the celebrations.