GENERAL
FULL NAME: Scarlett Lee Hatfield.
NICKNAMES: Scary Scarlett Lettie, sometimes.
AGE/DOB: 16 / February 13.
YEAR: Sophomore.
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood, part of a lineage grown out of muggleborns in the mid 19th century.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, she/her.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. She thinks. It’s all pretty speculative at this point. She's had crushes - overwhelming, short-lived infatuations and ugh, "urges" - but she's been too scared of catching feelings to act on them.
Her first kiss was when she was twelve. She'd been swimming with some friends. It had been a nice enough kiss, but afterwards, she told the boy she hated him and that he'd better not tell anybody, then hopped on her bike and sped home. Things haven't changed all that much since then.
HOMETOWN: The wizarding side of Tug Valley, West Virginia, where her family's lived historically (and infamously) for generations.
APPEARANCE:A heart-shaped, childish face including a slightly upturned nose, big brown eyes, and a mess of brown curls.
For someone so spirited, Scarlett’s sense of fashion is surprisingly tidy. She dresses casually but rarely sloppy, favoring jeans, basic tops and t-shirts, knit sweaters when it's cold, and clean sneakers. She owns a couple of dresses, usually reserved for church and special occasions. She’s the sort of person who sets her clothes for the next morning aside every night so she doesn’t have to rush or worry… and that’s reflected in her style, which is simple and practical. She's recently become a little vain about her hair, which she's started wearing down, except during Quidditch matches.
HEIGHT: 5'2"
BUILD: Petite with some curves.
PB: Nina Dobrev.
INSPO: TBD
Scarlett Hatfield descends from the infamous West Virginia Hatfields… not that she takes any great pride in that. While her brother Uriah lays it on thick with his devil-may-care demeanor, Scarlett has grown resentful of the whole “Hatfield hick” stereotype (her accent has noticeably softened since she started at Peckenpaugh.) Whether she likes it or not, she’s inherited a certain spitfire quality from her ancestors. She’s passionate, prone to moodiness, and quick to hide her sensitive side with sarcasm and aggression. Clever quips and insults come naturally to her, as does an extensive, off-color vocabulary of four-letter words that can make her mother blush. She is snarky, quick-witted, blunt, playful, and temperamental. Still, Scarlett likes logic. Reason. Order. Facts. She follows the rules and respects the fact that they're there for a purpose. There is a fine line between "smart" and "smart ass," and Scarlett walks it daily.
Prickly at any hint of patronizing, Scarlett prides herself on being self-sufficient and resents those who attempt to control her. She is capable and goal-oriented. She knows what she wants from her life and as petty and small as those goals may be, she takes carefully planned steps towards them. While she makes a satisfactory leader when put on the spot, she has little interest in leadership or being fully responsible for anyone but herself. She is easy-going in a crowd, usually willing to go along with the majority unless doing so compromises her own sense of morality.
Like any good card player, Scarlett tries very hard to keep her personal emotions close to her vest. It does not come easily to her. A girl of many acquaintances and few close friends, she can be guarded, but she's never as indifferent as she'd like to pretend. She puts on a good show of a tough exterior, but beneath the surface she is genuine, loving, and more vulnerable than she'd care to admit. Once you've earned her faith, it's yours for life. Despite the fact that, like most teenagers, Scarlett can be self-absorbed at times, she is a loyal friend through thick and thin. She is quick to stand up for the underdog and those too shy or weak to stand up for themselves, and has no problem telling people off that are twice her size or twice her age if it's in the name of protecting those she cares about… and that goes double for her brother. She’ll complain about him to others until her face turns blue, but heaven help the moron she catches talking shit about him. Comments and snappish insults that she would shrug off on her own behalf immediately spike her temper when she's fighting on behalf of someone else.
Despite her naturally boisterous personality, Scarlett has learned to control herself with effort and has matured significantly over the past year or so. While she still has trouble taming her temper, she does try. She frets over the younger students and can regularly be found tutoring those in need of assistance with their Herbology or Potions coursework. She’s a curious, hardworking student and follows direction well... assuming that it's given by someone she respects. Her stubbornness can spark arguments, but her inability to hold a grudge ensures that no matter how furious she is in the heat of the moment, she'll have forgotten the squabble entirely by breakfast the next day.
FUN FACTS:
BEES! She’s deathly allergic and terrified.
Her favorite ice cream is strawberry.
Proud member of the Arithletes.
Enjoys a well-organized prank and punny jokes that are so bad, they're almost funny.
Can touch her tongue to her nose.
Ambidextrous.
She's a speed-reader, preferring fiction.
A regular at yoga with Ms. Treetops.
She loves the idea of travel, but hasn’t been farther than a state or two from home.
LANGUAGES: Just English.
HOBBIES: Card games. She’s extremely skilled at poker, and those dumb enough to fall for the innocent, wide eyes and her “I don’t know about a bet… I don’t even know how to play, really…” pitch usually find their pockets lighter by the end of the game.
SKILLS:
MATH: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ She has a natural knack for numbers and mathematics which can be used for good (the Arithletes) or evil (poker and blackjack).
HERBOLOGY: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ She has a passionate interest in healing herbs and homeopathy that surpasses her interest in all of her other lessons. Plants don't tell her to shut up or get offended, they make for excellent company.
TUMBLING: ⭐⭐⭐ She can sometimes be found doing flips and cartwheels outside, which started with a few years of gymnastics when she was younger. Yes, she wore leotards that looked like a rainbow vomited on them. Yes, she did cheesy floor routines. No, she is not embarrassed. She's abandoned her (admittedly unrealistic) childhood fantasy of competing in the Olympics, but she continues to practice... even if she did pick Quidditch over Cheer Team.
QUIDDITCH: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ She plays Chaser. She’s not the strongest when it comes to physical strength, but she’s deadly accurate and seemingly fearless when she’s in the air.
SHOOTING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Her daddy used to take her out shooting and taught her how to properly fire and care for a gun. She’ll act like she’s above it, like it’s a dumb, childish game that she’s too cultured and mature for now… but she can still hit a can off the fence smack in the middle, and has trouble hiding her grin when she outshoots Uriah.
FIGHTING: ⭐⭐⭐ She's got a killer stunning spell and an impressive left hook for her size.
CRISIS-MODE: ⭐⭐⭐ Considering how temperamental she can be when angry and provoked, Scarlett is capable of keeping a remarkably level head in a crisis. She takes in the situation and formulates a plan of action.
FAMILY:NETTIE HATFIELD, Mom, convenience store clerk. A fiery woman who's known for being incredibly hard on the teens she's in charge of at the local Magimart. You can find potion ingredients, garbage snacks, smokes and booze there, so a no-nonsense attitude is a must. She brags about Tennyson and babies Uriah, but always seems to be toughest on her daughter. At least, that’s how it seems to Scarlett. Like nothing’s ever good enough. They frequently butt heads.
VALENTINE HATFIELD, Dad, local sheriff. Conservative and protective, Valentine's the kind of dad who threatens to greet Scarlett's dates with a magical shotgun… which might have been funny when she was seven, but is now absolutely horrifying. When Scarlett was little, she worshiped her daddy. She’d slyly steal his sheriff’s hat to rest it on her own unruly curls, squealing in delight when he’d pick her up and dangle her upside down or lift her up onto his shoulders. As she’s gotten older, it’s been harder and harder to connect with her dad, who doesn’t seem to realize that she’s not a kid anymore.
TENNYSON HATFIELD, older brother, Mothgarden alumnus. Small town boy done good. Tennyson was valedictorian of his class when he graduated from Peckenpaugh 4 years ago, and went on to become a promising young Auror. Scarlett adores her oldest brother and usually drops all plans of her own when he comes home to visit, instead following him around like a puppy. “Want to play cards, Tenny? What are you doing today? Are your friends coming over? Can we watch a movie?”
URIAH HATFIELD, older brother, Wildgulch junior. Scarlett’s relationship with Uriah is… complicated. They tease each other. They compete with one another. But Scarlett’s never been able to tell Uriah how terrified, how heartsick she was when he was sick. How - as awful as it was - she frequently felt abandoned and overlooked by her parents, because they never seemed to have time for anything but worrying over him. How there were nights she laid in bed and prayed for him, swearing to do better in school, to be kinder, to be better behaved, if he’d get better. He’s harsh with Scarlett, which provokes Scarlett into responding with harshness of her own. They tease. They fight. But underneath it, Scarlett has a lot of big feelings she does her best to push down. She wishes they could be nicer to each other, but she doesn’t know how to get there.
BACKGROUND:Her family line descends from the Hatfields of the infamous Hatfield-McCoy feud, the same feud that solidified the negative stereotype of the violent hillbilly from the Appalachian mountains. It left a smear on the area that it's never quite recovered from, and there's still the occasional tussle between individuals from the two families. Officially, however, the hatchet's been long since buried, even if the ghosts of Devil Anse Hatfield and Randall McCoy still like to complain about one another if you visit their graves.
It was just as big of a deal with the magical community as it was for muggles. The feuding families hadn't always been magical, but the area saw a sudden uptick in muggleborns in the early 1800's, which happened to include most of the prominent figures in the feud. Maintaining the Statute of Secrecy was especially tricky for the MACUSA, because neither family was interested in lying to their relatives and friends about the magic in their veins. It was a celebration when a child turned out to be magical, and the phenomenon became increasingly common. In modern times, you're about as likely to be born a magical Hatfield or McCoy as you are to be a Squib, and locally there's not much prejudice either way. It's still seen as a good break to have a magical kid, but on the other hand, an unusual number of those magical kids end up sick. A lot of Wizarding researchers from across the world have studied the Tug Valley and its unusual genetics, and in previous decades the area has been used by Purists as an example of the results of rampant blood impurity due to the high number of Squibs and magical genetic disorders.
While these are interesting facts, none of them mattered a great deal to Valentine and Nettie Hatfield. Both were magical, and anticipated it was likely their offspring would be as well. They got it right three times in a row: Tennyson, then Uriah three years later, and Scarlett a couple years after that. They lived in a rural village outside of the muggle town, populated by those more on the magical side, but that line is blurry in Tug Valley. They didn't have a lot of money, but Nettie was the senior employee of the biggest magical convenience store around, and Valentine was promoted to sheriff five months after Scarlett was born. Things were looking pretty idyllic.
Scarlett was only an infant when Uriah was diagnosed with Hatfield's Thaumetic Hematophobia, so she can’t remember a time before Uriah was sick. Before the long trips to the hospital, when Scarlett would be left behind with neighbors. Before her attempts to spend time with Uriah were quickly followed by a firm, "You leave your brother alone, he's got to rest." Or "You be nice to your brother, he's sick," even when Uriah was the one who started it. In a lot of ways, Uriah's illness shaped her life as she grew up. She forced herself to be stronger, to be tougher, to be healthier. She grew closer to her oldest brother, who was frequently tasked with looking after her until he went off to school. Then she learned how to take care of herself, whether that meant completing her homework without reminders or making herself a box of macaroni and cheese for dinner when her parents were distracted. She developed an orderly routine, a timed schedule for her day, controlling everything she could to try to make up for the one thing that her family had absolutely no control over.
When she was nine, an neighborhood boy a year or two older than Scarlett came up to her to say that her brother was probably going to die. She'd thrown her weight at him, shoving him back so hard that he fell and scraped himself up on some gravel. Later that evening, the boy and his mother showed up at the Hatfields' doorstep. When her own mother demanded that she apologize, she did. Sweetly. The next day, she pulled an old nail out from her dad's tool chest and punctured the tires of the boy's bike. Other scraps she found herself in usually went along the same lines. In some ways, she felt like this was a part of being self-sufficient, of being strong enough to take care of yourself - defending the ones who weren't as strong. There were the boys trying to tie fireworks to a cat's tail. The girls laughing at a stuttering boy in their class at Elflock Local. Scarlett would lose her temper and then she would get in trouble. She understood that it was wrong and always felt bad when her parents would get upset, with that tired, frustrated tone of, 'Don't we have enough to worry about?' But she never really felt sorry.
It wasn't a miracle. It wasn't her prayers or positive thinking that helped Uriah, in the end. It was the Healers at the hospital. And just as fourteen-year-old Scarlett was ready to start high school at Peckenpaugh, now Uriah would be joining her a year ahead. Scarlett was a muddle of resentment and relief. Frustrated that this momentous occasion in her life was going to be overshadowed. Comforted by the fact that he'd be there with her as she packed up her belongings and started something new. While Uriah was busy completing his own set of firsts - going to parties, drinking, throwing himself in and out of casual relationships - Scarlett's first year at Peckenpaugh went smoothly, for the most part. She made friends, some familiar from Elflock Local and some new faces. She discovered a talent for flying. She found a new daily routine for herself - running and participating in yoga lessons with Ms. Treetops in the mornings before class. She developed a crush on Maverick Plunkett that left her uncomfortable and uncommonly tongue-tied after Quidditch practices. She fussed over her brother about as much as he'd let her, keeping a quiet eye out for him in the halls in between their snippy bickering and fighting.
WAND: 9 inch Lacewood, Dragon heartstring. Lacewood is particularly beautiful with its intricate grain and red-orange hues. A gambler’s wood, wands made from lacewood are associated with luck and excellent for divination, receiving distant news and fate-related spellcasting.
FAMILIAR: A small, gray-striped cat named Captain (Cap for short) who is something of an escape artist. So far this year, he’s been found in a Thorntrail boys’ dormitory and the Transfiguration classroom.
CAREER GOALS: She thinks she'd like to be a Healer. Her brother's Healers were always nice to her. They help people. They helped Uriah.
PART-TIME JOB: She just got a weekend job this year waiting tables at Zippy Dip. She sort of hates it, but the tips aren't bad and she likes having her own money.
CLASSES:
Charms: She does well in Charms, where her earnest hard work has made her a favorite of Assistant Administrator Gunzenhauser.
Defense Against the Dark Arts: Scarlett is a volatile duelist. While she starts out moderately well, her form gets sloppier as she loses her patience and her temper.
Herbology (H): Her favorite class. It isn't uncommon to find her in the greenhouses, even when class isn't in session.
Outdoor Magic: Easy breezy.
Potions (H): One of her strongest classes. She isn't the most creative or imaginative, but she follows the instructions to a T and her neatness and organization come into play beautifully.
Transfiguration: She struggles with getting her Transfiguration to stick when she isn't entirely focused.
Wizard Lit (H): She's an avid reader and loves the class, and frequently pesters Mr. Crockett for additional reading recommendations.
EXTRA-CURRICULARS: Arithletes, Adventure Club, Quidditch, and Gaming Club (when she feels like it.)
SORTING?: Scarlett was Sorted in a couple of minutes, following the doorways from room to room. She'd felt slightly drawn to the Fall room, but the Spring room immediately captivated her when she stepped into it. The light scent of flowers and petrichor as a mist of rain started, damperning her hair. The idea of growth. Of transformation. Of wanting change, something bigger, something better. Both the Thorntrail and Mothgarden doorways lit up for her, but she chose Mothgarden after only a brief moment's hesitation.
NAME: Sunny
EMAIL: rockadaisy@gmail.com
CDJ: N/A
OTHER CONTACT: Discord at bookbindings #0781
TIMEZONE: Pacific
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