NAME: Caitriona Fingal Sinclair. 'Cait' or 'Caitie' are welcome nicknames.
AGE: 03 September 1978. 18.
HOUSE/YEAR: Hufflepuff. Year 13.
SOCIAL STATUS: You could easily call Caitriona Sinclair's situation in life damned comfortably middle class, but there is a little more glamour and glitz than the average person in there if you look closely. Caitriona's greatest claim to fame is that her great-uncle is head of Clan Sinclair, but unfortunately, it's a status symbol that isn't worth a damn outside of the Highlands. What does matter a little more, though, is that her great-uncle's prize package for being clan chief includes an earldom in the Peerage of Scotland and a seat with the House of Lords. Proud as she is to be connected to such noble lineage, it's certainly not going to devolve to her family's benefit any time soon. Caitriona's cadet branch of the Clan Sinclair sprouted from the younger son of a younger son, and while they do have a lovely home in Wick to call their own, Caitriona's father does actually have to go out and do a little bit of honest toil to put food on the table.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
APPEARANCE: Beyond the ever-present :D!!! expression, or shall we just start there? Caitriona is best recognized with her mouth hanging open, big white choppers exposed to the world and eyes bulging wide at practically everything she sees. The world is a gift and a wonder to Caitriona, and she lets everyone know by the constant look of pure surprise at everything new that she encounters every day. Her face is incredibly easy to read -- thank goodness that Caitriona is not the dishonest type, or she would have a serious problem on her hands. Despite being pretty athletic, Caitriona keeps her straight, dirty blondish hair long beneath her shoulders, but while she's working, it's always tied back in one messy ponytail or a frayed bun, the construction of which is so poor and prone to falling apart that she is forever doing and re-doing them in the middle of her tasks at hand. When Cait breaks out her bandanas or Alice bands, of which she has a few in some odd patterns, that's how you'll know that it's time to get down to serious business.
Below the neck, Caitriona is slightly taller than the average girl at around five and a half feet, and also (much to her dismay) significantly bustier than the average girl, too. Cait does not believe in dressing herself to expose those assets, thanks to a lifetime of rigorous religious education in which she learned that doing such things is pompous and self-serving, not to mention morally questionable, and also finds ownership of a significant chest detrimental to her active athletic pursuits. She covers herself up religiously (pun intended) in a variety of crewnecked shirts and turtlenecked jumpers -- all of which are typically a little bit worn through, because retail acquisition of new clothing is not one of her greatest pursuits. Other than that, Caitriona is quite obviously athletic and healthily-sized. She certainly does not have a problem with her weight, but there is a solid layer of muscle underneath her her skin, and she always watches what she eats just for the hell of it. Her body is a temple, after all (1 Cor. 6:19-20).
PB: Kelli Garner.
PERSONALITY/DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS: Caitriona would say that her defining personality characteristic is her faith and her family -- it may seem completely trite to other people, but when she looks at the Sinclair family crest and sees the words 'Commit thy work to God' on it, the motto truly moves and speaks to her, and she does her best to emulate it as best she can. Caitriona is also very devoted to emulating something else -- it sounds trite, once again, but in the isolated corner of the world where she grew up, Jesus Christ was all the superhero and role model she ever needed. Caitriona never proselytises and does her very best not to come across as preachy to others, lest she fall into the trap described in Matthew 7:1, so despite her otherwise loud manner of speaking, her actual pursuit of emulating Him in her everyday life is a quiet, determined one. Hogwarts can be a difficult, loud, squalid place sometimes, and through it all, Caitriona does her best to be understanding and charitable and selfless, a real poster child for WWJD before it became an ironic sticker to put on the bumper of your car.
Another defining characteristic and product of a relatively isolated childhood is the fact that she's quite noticeably tinged with naivety and simplicity in her personality. Caitriona certainly does not have trouble understanding the birds and the bees, don't get her wrong, but there are just some things that do not occur to her. Although she made Prefect for Hufflepuff's thirteenth year, mostly because Professor Sprout could count on her to provide one of the best combinations of caring and compassion for her peers with fairness of judgment, Caitriona can be a little bit difficult to live with at times. Although she has definitely gotten better about it with age, her perception of boundaries and personal space can be a little odd, and she has a tendency of innocently helping herself to things, leaving other things in the wrong place and looking at still other things that she really oughtn't to see -- it's not something she does out of malice or nosiness, but it seems to happen to her all the same.
Caitriona sometimes has a serious issue making connections from one thing to another. It's not that she's stupid, but seeing the forest for the trees is not in her nature -- she takes things at face value, and tends not to question the things that her peers say on the principle that they ought to be trusted. Sometimes she will be the last person in the room to understand that something is going on, even though it might be a matter to which she needs to attend as a Prefect. This ranges from superficial topics like celebrity trivia (seriously, Donald Sutherland is Kiefer Sutherland's father? Seriously? Caitriona just thought the fact that they shared a surname was pure coincidence) to more important day-to-day problems, such as the way the people around her interact with one another.
Caitriona's issues with making connections extends to her sense of humour. She definitely has a lively sense of fun, enjoys life as much as possible (enjoying God's love, as she puts it privately) and does her best to cultivate an appreciation of comedy -- there are exactly forty-two references to laughter in the Bible, after all -- but innuendo and subtle humour can escape her. She knows when people are making a joke, but the getting it can be a challenge. She has been known to take hours to ponder a joke obsessively in the hopes of understanding the punchline. Watch out when you talk to her -- if she doesn't get a joke immediately, you'd better remember what you told her, because she'll come up to you the next day, without fail, and triumphantly announce that she has figured it out.
LIKES: Asking G-d to grant her the serenity every morning in chapel, BBC Five Live, choirs, comparative religion, enjoying G-d's love, hot cocoa, cold weather, exercise, free food, getting things, holidays in Scandinavia, the Beatitudes of Matthew 5:7, men in kilts (typical), mufflers, Proverbs 16:3, puffy coats, religious studies, shearling, slapstick/totally obvious comedy à la the Three Stooges, stained glass, wearing boots, winter sports, watching winter sports on the telly, watching any sports on the telly.
DISLIKES: Big city traffic, fingerless gloves, 'God' instead of 'G-d' or at least 'Golly', 'Gosh' is starting to push it, goofing off in morning chapel, falling asleep in morning chapel, incense, irreverence, mittens, not getting things, overspending on online shopping extravaganzas, overhead aircraft, overly cerebral jokes, scratchy wool, silk scarves, subtlety, taking a long time to get things, the lack of winter sports support at Hogwarts, warm weather, rashes she gets when there's warm weather.
INSIDE SCOOP: Once she leaves Hogwarts and ventures into the great big professional world beyond, Caitriona's ideal career is that of a sports reporter. Her preference would be providing sports commentary on television, because that seems very exciting and glamorous, but she thinks that working on the radio could be really fun, too. It'd certainly be less maintenance. Her greatest dream is to cover the Winter Olympics, but little does Caitriona realise that she'll probably just become that sad token bimbo that they always stash on the side of the pitch who always asks the most asinine questions once the competition has concluded. Appropriately, she had a touch of a girlcrush on Lee Jordan while he was still at Hogwarts. And Oliver Wood is also TOTALLY way hot.
Caitriona's biggest academic interest at Hogwarts is her A-level study of religion, and she has developed a special penchant for soaking up comparative information about more exotic faiths that are unfamiliar to her, and that even more importantly seem to be practised really, really far away. If Caitriona had to switch to another faith, hypothetically, she would become a Sikh in a heartbeat for slightly mercenary reasons, namely that she's read that they have their own martial art, and that they have free food available for all visitors at their temples. Come on, what can beat the prospect of free food? Plus, they're actually required to carry around a sword everywhere they go, and everyone gets to wear special Sikh underwear...
On the other hand, Caitriona really doesn't understand Rastafarianism. It's not the sacramental use of marijuana that bothers her -- but why Haile Selassie? Why?
Caitriona's Wick Scottish accent is practically impenetrable. She has killed men at ten paces by elaborating on Martin Luther's opinions on transubstantiation in her native dialect. Typically she has to dial it down to a significant degree in order to be easily comprehensible, which she actually finds a little bit irritating. People have come from all over the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland and Ireland Ireland to attend the school; it's only fair that they tune their ears to her real sound!
If you want Caitriona to go anywhere or do anything for you, free food is an incredibly effective bargaining chip. Similarly, at any event she plans, she tries to draw in other people with the promise of free eats. Who can say no to being fed and not having to pay for it?
HISTORY: INFORMATION COMING SOON EVENTUALLY.
Alasdair Wallace Sinclair, 48. Father. Younger son of the younger son of the chief of Clan Sinclair. Attended Marlborough in Wiltshire. Has enjoyed very few perks of recent noble lineage besides the available resources to get a top-class education, and getting to bring the matter up as a cool story at parties in front of people who are easily impressed. Works for the Clan Sinclair charitable trust to preserve and restore the Sinclair Girnigoe Castle near Wick.
Moira Fingal Sinclair, 52. Mother. Hogwarts alumna, Edinburgh born and bred, who suggested the children attend school in Scotland instead of sending them further away. Met her husband on a tourist trip to the Sinclair Girnigoe Castle ruins where he was making a site visit and has been stuck with him in Wick ever since. Her frustration at going from Edinburgh to a town 7,000 strong manifests itself in obsessive prayers to make her home a more interesting place.
Niall Fingal Sinclair, 12. Brother. Hogwarts student currently in his second year at the school, Sorted Hufflepuff.
CLASSES: Physical Education (T/TH 7AM-9:15AM), General Studies (T 7AM-11:30AM), Religion (TH 12:30PM-5PM).
EXTRACURRICULARS: Caledonian Club, Sports Enthusiasts Club, Lower Chapel Choir.
SPORTS: Step Aerobics (Michaelmas, Lent, Summer Terms), Field Hockey (Michaelmas Term), Croquet (Summer Term).
