#13
Name: Guinevere “Guinny” Marie Fawcett
Birthdate: 7 May 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Residence: Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
Classes: N.E.W.T. Levels in Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Herbology, DADA, and Transfiguration
Appearance: Guinny is rather tall, standing at 5’9.” She’s mostly legs and arms, and thus considers herself to be an “awkwardly lanky mess.” She has a petite figure, and is sprinkled by a generous helping of freckles on her otherwise pure ivory skin. She has curly, shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes.
Guinny has intelligent, discerning features, and can often be found wearing a playful smirk. She cares little for an exceeding amount of grooming; rather, she prefers a naturalesque look, wearing her loose curls down, and, when not dressed in her Ravenclaw robes, donning a whimsical-meets-flower-child wardrobe.
History: Guinny is the youngest of four children born to her Wizard father and Muggle mother in the quaint village of Ottery St. Catchpole. An unexpected pregnancy, Guinny came into the life of her aging parents nearly ten years after their previous child. Mrs. Francesca Fawcett was tickled pink upon the birth of her only baby girl; as much love as she had bestowed upon her three sons, Francesca had always longed for a little girl to be her dress-up doll and confidant. Needless to say, Guinny was doted on by her mother from the moment she emerged from the womb—even more so when Mr. Edwin Fawcett, an Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic, died tragically due to an unexplained incident in the Department of Mysteries.
Guinny was seven years old at the time of her father’s death; her youngest brother, William, made the decision to support his mother and sister upon his graduation from Hogwarts by staying on at Fawcett Cottage and working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. Guinny’s second older brother, Oliver, is a squib, and works in London as a journalist for the London Times. The eldest of the Fawcett boys, Frank, works as an auror in Scotland. The Fawcett is a very close-knit family, the two older Fawcett boys visiting home regularly and sending home financial support for a rather poor household. Though the Fawcett’s are not well off financially, they make do by being resourceful and thrifty. Francesca and Guinny make their own clothes and keep the home chic and spruced.
When Guinny received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her initial reaction was one of fear and uncertainty. Guinny was most accustomed to a relatively Muggle way of life under her mother, and, though assured and prepped by her brother William, it was with much trepidation that Guinny first set foot on the Hogwarts Express. It took only a few days, however, for Guinny to realize that Hogwarts was exactly where she belonged. After being sorted into Ravenclaw, Guinny was quick to meet girls in her year that shared a similar love of learning and appreciation of quick-witted conversation. Throughout the next five years, Guinny excelled in her studies. She was often labeled as “bookish” and “a tad odd” by peers outside of her own house, but Guinny honestly didn’t mind; school and learning were always her overwhelming passion, the library her native ground.
Now in her final year at Hogwarts, Guinny is intent on finishing her classes with the highest marks before committing herself full-time to the Society for Distressed Witches, an organization founded by Dorcas Wellbeloved in 1800s and well-known for its charitable work and care for abused and mistreated witches. Although well warned by her mother and professors that the job will be low-paying and, according to some of her teachers, “a complete waste of talent,” Guinny feels certain that she is choosing the right path. She has also recently considered opening a Muggle dress shop to further support herself once she is “on her own.” Her exceptional talent in Charms and Transfiguration has made dress making an enjoyable pastime, and she’s been encouraged by her mother more than once to consider dressmaking as an additional means of income while she pursues her dreams of work with the Society for Distressed Witches.
Personality: Guinny is an odd mix of the exceptional and the odd. A near carbon copy of her gentle, sprightly, effervescent Mum, Guinny is well versed in Muggle culture. She adores Muggle literature and music, and enjoys doing some things “the hard way,” such as gardening and cooking without the aid of magic. Guinny is decidedly an intellectual. She rarely travels anywhere without a book, and she studies for her classes almost obsessively. Guinny is not merely book smart; she is both quick-witted and discerning. She is careful about the company she keeps, but generally extraverted and amiable in social settings.
Guinny has her share of faults. Her discerning attitude often gives way to a judgmental one, and she finds it hard to get over bad first impressions. She is also rather distrusting of boys; after an abusive relationship in her fifth year, Guinny has stayed very leery of members of the opposite sex. Guinny is incredibly frank to the point of brutal bluntness. She sees no purpose in mincing words or smoothing over awkward circumstances.
Guinny is also considered to be rather quirky. Her taste in clothing is decidedly unique, and she often makes jokes or observations that fly over the head of her peers. She finds it difficult to relay her struggles with anyone else; she often internalizes her troubles, leading to occasional emotional outbursts. On the whole, however, Guinny is even-tempered, friendly, and decidedly her own person. She may be difficult to get close to at first, but once you’ve one her friendship, it’s a bond that’s not easily broken.
RP Entry:
Guinny drummed her brightly painted fingers on the arm of the overstuffed reading chair in a secluded corner of the Hogwarts Library, a copy of A Charming Guide to Domestic Life resting in her lap. Mum’s birthday was in a week’s time, and she intended on charming an old lamp she had bought at discount in Hogsmeade into a perfect addition to the Fawcett living room. She scrunched her eyebrows as she whispered back the spell listed under a section titled “Illuminating Illusions.”
“Priori pigmento verdis,” she whispered, committing the spell to memory; she didn’t want to bother lugging the rather large volume back to her room in Ravenclaw tower. “Priori pigmento—”
“Excuse me.”
Guinny gave a short gasp, her curly head snapping up to face a smirking boy dressed in Slytherin robes.
“Could you tell me where to find books on Ancient Runes?”
Guinny narrowed her eyes. “Do I look like Madame Pince?”
“No,” came the smooth reply. “You’re much, much prettier than Madame Pince.”
“Save it, Lockhart,” she snapped, shutting her book with an overemphasized force. “You don’t even take Ancient Runes.”
The blonde, smirking boy simply shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. “Maybe I just wanted to know more about Ancient Runes. I’m smart too, you know, Little Miss Bookworm.”
“If you were smart, you’d know better than to talk to me, Lockhart. I don’t deal well with egomaniacal prigs. Why don’t you ask Madame Pince?”
After a good ten seconds of long, cold staring, Guinny rose from her seat, brushed past Gilderoy Lockhart and walked down the aisle to return A Charming Guide to its proper place. Boys—weren’t they all egomaniacal prigs? Guinny sighed and reflexively ran her fingers over a deep gash on her shoulder that had never fully healed. Yes—they were a hopeless lot.
