NAME : Rosalind "Roz" Antigone Bungs.
AGE/BIRTHDATE : 17; December 8 (Saggitarius).
HOUSE AND YEAR : Ravenclaw, 7th Year.
BLOOD : Halfblood.
WAND : Hazel, 11", phoenix feather core.
AFFILIATION : Neutral, but not apathetic.
OCCUPATION : Student.
RESIDENCE : Cambridge, England.

NAME MEANINGS: Rosalind means "soft horse", derived from the Germanic elements hros "horse" and linde "soft, tender". This name was brought to England by the Normans. It was subsequently influenced by the Latin phrase rosa linda "beautiful rose". This is the name of the heroine in Shakespeare's comedy 'As You Like It'. Antigone means "against birth" from Greek αντι (anti) "against" and γονη (gone) "birth". In Greek legend Antigone was the daughter of Oedipus and Jocasta. King Creon of Thebes declared that her slain brother Polynices was to remain unburied, a great dishonour. She disobeyed and gave him a proper burial, and for this she was sealed alive in a cave.

FAMILY : Lucinda Bungs nee Malfoy (Mother), David Bungs (Father), Sebastian Bungs (Older Brother), Adina Malfoy (Maternal Grandmother), Septimus Malfoy (Maternal Grandfather) Lee Areum (Paternal Grandmother).

HISTORY
Rosalind has always been rather underwhelmed by her extended family, and entirely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of history they have. Having grown up in the midst of constant family feuding, she finds that she's often inclined to simply wash her hands clean of them all and resist engaging in any sort of discussion with any party involved. Though she's found it in herself to take each member of her family as they are, it doesn't mean she invests a great deal respect in all of them. Not one to overtly choose sides, she's remained something of a Switzerland in the midst of it all; it is through her actions, rather than her words, the Rosalind makes her stance known. The fact is, the trouble seems to lie almost strictly on her mother's side of the family - unsurprising, as they remain one of the foremost and notable magic families. Lucinda Malfoy, daughter of Adina and Septimus Malfoy, always seemed poised to make a good match. Well-to-do, moderately good-looking, and particularly well-polished, her parents felt secure in the fact that she would carry on the family legacy with pride. Having four brothers, they weren't particularly concerned, so long as she carried on the bloodline with honour.

Things, unfortunately, didn't go quite as planned. David Bung, though of fairly good stock on his father's side, didn't exactly match up. Though he was extremely intelligent, outrageously good-looking and even moderately wealthy, he was simply not magic enough. There was the contention, to begin with, of his Korean muggle mother, neither of which boded well to the Malfoys. To make matters worse, he seemed completely uninterested in his magical school. Though sorted into Slytherin, his ambitions had nothing to do with Transfiguration, Charms, not even Potions! He managed to finish his schooling with decent enough marks, but his heart was set on the muggle world of Academia. Lucinda resisted the relationship almost as much as her parents did and at times, David seemed equally opposed. In retrospect, it's rather difficult to see exactly how the pair ever ended up kissing in the latterly months of their seventh year, but that they did is a well-reputed fact. Their relationship was volatile, Lucinda impatient with David's schooling, David tired of Lucinda's neediness. But it lasted, much to the surprise of most of their friends.

Perhaps it was timing, or the simple fact that Lucinda was indulged; maybe the Malfoys hoped against hope that the ire stirred by wedding plans would lead to the final falling out. Whatever it was, they managed to not be completely horrible and, in the end, allowed their daughter to have her way. They have been less than pleasant to David, but he took it in stride. The wedding took place as he was finishing his PhD at Trinity College and Lucinda couldn't have been happier to leave Ireland in the past. Stationing themselves in London for six months after the wedding, David began looking for work while Lucinda, seemingly ahead of her times, took up a position as an apothecary in Diagon Alley. Naturally talented with potions, she found sitting about the house didn't suit her as it had her mother. The flat left little room for desiging and re-designing and, so far as she was concerned, it was only temporary. So when David announced that he'd found a position as an assistant Professor at Cambridge, Lucinda had no qualms with leaving the city behind. With the help of her parents, the pair bought a beautiful, if somewhat dilapitated, Victorian estate, complete with a pond and brambles and puddles for children to jump into. It was at this time that Lucinda discovered she was pregnant with the couple's first child and she spent the duration of her pregnancy decorating and ordering the house while David continued churning out papers.

In keeping with the first six months of their marriage, the next few years seemed to pass by in a whirlwind for the Bungs. Though David and Lucinda never quite gave up the old habit of fighting, the pair calmed down considerably with the arrival of their son, Sebastian. While Lucinda was always impatient to, as she put it, "return" the magical world, she couldn't help but feel pleased at the attention her husband was recieving. By the time David was two, he'd been promoted to a full-time faculty member, complete with his own office. His papers were well-recieved and causing him to travel. For some women, this would have been frustrating; not for Lucinda. She, along with Sebastian, tagged along to David's lectures. Well-dressed and fashionable, especially Lucinda and Sebastian, the couple really made an impression on the expansive European literary circle. The same summer Lucinda became pregnant with Rosalind, they bought a summer villa in the south of France. In short, everything seemed to be coming up roses.

Rosalind's formative years were spent most often in flux. Perhaps it was the constant travel that made both she and Sebastian (three years her senior) so well adjusted. Though they spent the majority of time in Cambridge, before Roz could repeat the alphabet she'd managed to conquer most of the globe. And while her maternal grandparents were still sore with their daughter's choice in a spouse, they were delighted to be grandparents and only made mention of Roz and Sebastian's questionable bloodline once a visit (as opposed to two, which they reminded David would be much more appropriate). Unlike her boisterous brother, Rosalind was fairly subdued. She was a giggly baby who was a Daddy's girl almost from the start. Her mother loved nothing better than dressing her up in cutting-edge swing coats and patent mary-janes: at two, Rosalind was a real fashion plate. An early reader and a quick learner, she enjoyed nothing more than climbing up onto her father's lap in his study and flipping through his huge volumes of plays. Even before she could read, she had a particular affinity to Shakespeare. Until she was seven, Rosalind remembers being genuinely happy. Her mother, though something of a priss, was a very hands-on woman. She, along with Sebastian, would romp with Roz for an entire afternoon through the expansive Cambridge brambles, wellington boots and all.

But everything came to an abrupt halt. David, two books and three volumes of collected essays under his belt, has begun to slow down on his travel and Lucinda was growing restless. The quiet university life was not appealing to the formerly high-flying Slytherin, who had only contented herself with the muggle world for the fact that her husband was fawned over. The fact that Roz was now seven and much more difficult to dress up and play with didn't help matters either. Though she'd never really explained in full, a part of Lucinda always thought David's career as a Professor was temporary - transitional - before a re-emergence into the Wizarding World they'd both grown up a part of. David rebutted that if that's what she though, maybe they never really knew each other at all. The result was that, when Rosalind was eight, the pair went their separate ways. Lucinda moved back in with her parents, and for a time Sebastian and Roz went with her. David's Korean and completely non-magical mother moved in to keep house in Cambridge, but it wasn't long before the children won out and arrived back, too. The following few years were nothing short of hellish. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were triumphant, but Lucinda was far from happy. She managed to regain work at the apothecary and moved back to London. Though Roz attempted to split her time as evenly as possible, Cambridge was home. Her father seemed somehow more fragile than her mother, and so Roz took to bringing him tea late at night in his study, sitting and discussing his papers and lectures. She was far too old for her age, a fact both parents often wistfully bemoaned, but to this day she doesn't feel as if she ever missed out on being a child. Perhaps Rosalind was a born adult.

The time came, of course, when her letter arrived. Since Sebastian recieved his three years prior, she'd been waiting with mixed excitement and nerves for her own. Both mother and father amicably reuinted in order to take her to Diagon Alley for supplies, and both cheerfully waved her off as the train pulled out of the station. She was delightedly sorted into Ravenclaw, a house neither her mother, father, or brother (a Gryffindor) had been in, but which she found quite to her liking. The common room smelt to her distinctly of cinnamon and old books and so far as she could tell, it was the next best thing to Cambridge. Though enthusiastic and bright, Rosalind nursed a bit of homesickness early on her career and still retains some sense of displacement when at school. Being so beyond her years put her at something of a social disadvantage, though her general eager outlook on life managed to win most of her classmates over. It was a little rock to begin with, but blossoming grades and a real thirst for knowledge ensured that Hogwarts would always feel like the next best thing to home. While Roz enjoyed the subjects, especially Charms, her interest lay in literature like her father before her. She took to writing her opinions out in journals, six of which she filled in the first year, eight in her second. She recieved a weekly package of books and essays from home, all of which kept her generally satiated.

In spite of her at-times social difficulties, Rosalind has mostly grown out of the the habit of saying the wrong thing or making the wrong move. Her positive outlook and quirky sense of humour (and style) has generally secured her a well-liked position amongst the Ravenclaws and the school as a whole. Some of the evolution has come through her position as Prefect; it forced her to go beyond her limited comfort zone and develop skills that tested her independant nature. Looking forward, Rosalind is hoping that her summer study and a nod from her father will secure her a place in a muggle university with the hopes of studying literature. That said, the current and somewhat disrupted political atmosphere of the wizarding world has got her seriously considering and re-considering her position; she may not have come to any definite conclusions, but that doesn't mean she isn't chewing on it all. Sebastian has landed himself a position as a music commentator on the WWN and her mother, though lonely, is happily employed. Life didn't turn out exactly how she had anticipated, but for the most part, Roz is happy.

PERSONALITY
True to her Saggitarian nature, Rosalind is most known for her joie de vive - a really, honest-to-God, love of living. She takes delight in the small things, can muse for hours over a simple word, can wax poetic about how devastatingly beautiful human struggle is. It's not to say she doesn't get sad, nor that she's always perky - in fact, Rosalind's quiet, contemplative nature makes her anything but a perpetual cheerleader. But even in sadness Rosalind can find the silver lining. She revels in the idea that she is always growing, always expanding, and believes that if you look hard enough, you can find goodness in any person or situation. Ultimately, Rosalind is an idealist: she believes that everything happens for a reason, that nature really is the purest of states, and that in the end, you can't lose hope. This philosophical approach to life, however, only goes so far. She can stand back and look at the big picture, but up close, Rosalind is hopeless. She isn't a dynamic problem-solver and is more likely to follow a cause than to take it up herself. Her ideas are large, over-arching: lofty utopias which seem well enough sketched out, but fall apart in the details. Still, if given direction, Rosalind is more than apt at carrying out detail-oriented work, but it's quickly apparent why she was never exactly Head Girl material.

In keeping with her more reserved manner, it doesn't come as a surprise that Rosalind is fiercely independant. Perhaps the constant change and upheavel in her life and the fact that she's seen the majority of the globe, have been the right recipe for being well-adjusted. Things that most people would feel awkward doing alone, like going to the movies or to a concert, are perfectly acceptable for Rosalind to pick up and do of her own accord. She may be reserved, but she's certainly far from shy, and her childhood has made her apt to break into many a new circle of people. She feels comfortable in most social settings, even if her interpersonal skills haven't always been quite up to snuff, and she thinks of going out on her own as a chance for new conversation. That isn't to say that Rosalind flits around and leaves her friends behind her, but she's much less needy than the average seventeen-year-old. While she has a great deal of emotion invested in her friends and family, it's exhibited in a much less overt, much more calm manner. Her loytalty, while present, is not the sort that blazes fiercely; she's happy to move through the day of her own accord.

Unfortunately, what can be seen in the positive can be seen doubly in the negative. This unruly, independant sense of self has manifested in Roz' ability to commit: to projects, to other people, and to herself. Bad habits, difficult for most people to break, are nearly impossible for Rosalind to part with. Compounded by the fact that she's chalk-full of them, as her paternal grandmother likes to point-out, and she's one big giant mess of nail-biting, knuckle-cracking and chain-smoking. New Years resolutions are fun to plot out, but rare to attain; Rosalind generally just accepts this. The same can be said for projects the Ravenclaw undertakes. She tends to begin a lot of personal essays only to discover a better idea halfway through, leaving the former theory in the rubbish bin and never managing to complete one full though. Fortunately, her attachment to good grades and her sincere devotion to her role as Prefect curtails the habit (usually) in terms of her academics. Though she's usually scrambling to meet a deadline, even if she begins a project weeks in advance, she does manage to stick to her homework long enough to see it through. But the same can't be said for personal relationships. Rosalind, whose views on love are far too abstract and unstable anyway, finds the idea of being linked so intimately to another person somewhat terrifying. It's not that she won't try, or that she hasn't in the past, she just doesn't feel she knows enough about herself to know that much about another person.

As one last note of interest, Rosalind is a true-blue believer in organic trips - which means she isn't afraid to smoke a little mary j. She does, however, have strict beliefs about when and where such habits are appropriate and Hogwarts doesn't even make the long list. Weed or no weed, Rosalind isn't stupid and generally when she does anything of the sort, it's meant to widen her intellectual horizons and open her up to greater possibilities. And give her the munchies.


APPEARANCE

Rosalind has never been quite sure if society would classify her as pretty or otherwise. Perspective is, as ever, the only thing relevant to that conclusion; what is universal, however, is that there is something remarkable about Roz that one can't always put their finger on. It's a hint of the exotic, something a little left-of-center that makes her face and general person memorable. Rosalind herself is of the opinion it has to do with the hint of Korean about her eyes: slightly slanted, their bright blue colour offsets the asian, almond shape, making them the most remarkable feature on her face. The rest of her face is pleasant enough, if unextraordinary. Though she has high, well-structured cheek bones, she's always had something of a round face, and the spray of freckles over them and the bridge of her nose makes her loom somewaht childish. Slightly large teeth and a less-than-delicate nose are probably her mose decided contentions with her face, but plump "pillow" lips, as she likes to refer to them, more than make up for these imperfections.

Like her brother Sebastian, Roz has always been a bit of a beanpole. Tall for her sex and all legs, it wasn't until she was about fifteen that she developed anything even resembling curves. Boney and a little bit angular, she's always felt a little awkward in her own skin. Notably, she tends to slouch out of habit due to the few years in which she towered above her male counterparts. Though they've now caught up, Roz can't help but imagine life would be somewhat easier if she were more compact. Her hair is a dark, but generally non-descript brown, and she usually keeps it long, complete with a fringe. She's never lost her early penchant for fashion and though she's a little bit rock and roll, she always come off as put together and trendy. Though she's studious by nature, putting together outfits it something of a guilty pleasure, and she can't help but profess a love for high-fashion - even if she can't exactly afford it. No matter, as spending her days perusing thrift shops is just as pleasant. Whatever general perception is, Roz would never pretend to be a little invested in her appearance. She likes to make statements, be it with her clothes or her eyes, and she certainly has no qualms with putting time into being fashionable.

PB : Alexa Chung

ASTROLOGY

Sagittarius is the ninth house of the zodiac and rules the liver, hips, and thighs. Positive traits include optimism, innate wisdom, a philosophical outlook, a love of nature, generosity, joie de vive, flexibility, a keen intellect, independence, energy, natural good luck, foresight, and the capacity to dream big; negative traits include restlessness, tactlessness, clumsiness, naivete, unwillingness to commit, and a tendency to ignore important details while looking at a big, sketchy picture.

Ravenclaw Sagittarians are the philosophers of the magical world. They love pure theory, pure mathematics, and anything that appeals to their yearning for far horizons, whether those horizons be physical (in which case they will do a lot of traveling) or mental. They excel at astrology and research, and have the rare gift of both being able to investigate a subject deeply and then being able to explain it to other people in plain language. This makes for excellent teaching potential. They are cheerful, athletic, brisk, and humourous, and also decidedly eccentric. Sometimes they get on people's nerves, because they don't have as many interpersonal skills as they seem to think they have, but it's hard to stay mad at a Ravenclaw Sagittarian for very long. They're just too goofy.