Full Name: Catherine Cecile Rosemary SaDiablo (née Aesalon)
Nicknames: Kitty or Kit
Birthdate: 18th June 1865
Current Age: 17
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Wand: Australian Blackwood, 12", sturdy, Manticore Hair
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle
Father | ______ ______ Aesalon – deceased
Mother | ______ ______ Aesalon – widow
Eldest Brother | Jedidiah Jonathan Aesalon – Auror – 22
Older Sister | Maud Estelle Aesalon – Former Art Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry – 21 years
Older Brother | Ezekial Matthias Aesalon – Hog’s Head Bartender – 18 years
Husband | Quinn Daemon SaDiablo | - Daily Prophet Reporter - 18 years
Daughter | Theresa Maud SaDiablo | 0 years
Appearance: Kitty possess a sort of petite body build, but is by no means “plump” or “fat”. She is vertical at the height of five foot five with an olive skin complexion and full lips. Her suitors have often spoke of her hazel brown eyes as “bright” or “captivating”. In those hazel-brown orbs harbors a twinkle that either bespeaks her amusement or anger. Given this fact, Kitty is a fairly easy young woman to read if one would just look into her eyes. Though Kitty’s body structure is not plump, that does not necessarily mean that she lacks any such womanly curves or bosom. She just has developed muscles from being on the Quidditch team before women were banned from the sport in the autumn of 1881.
It was two hours after midnight, when the breath of summer wind was nonexistent and the heat was unbearable, of when Mrs. Aesalon’s shrill, pained voice could be heard throughout the household, waking and startling Mr. Aesalon and the children. As Mr. Aesalon hastily sent for the midwife, the younger children huddled closer together in anticipation and concern for their agonized mother; the eldest, however, was calm and composed as he assured his younger siblings that their mother would be fine, they were just gaining a new sibling. Jedidiah’s reassurances were deemed effective once the official morning came and the children were introduced to their new youngest sister, Catherine Cecile Rosemary Aesalon.
Kitty’s (a nickname her parents referred her to and the name used when having been introduced to her siblings) childhood consisted of becoming spoilt and attention-seeking. She was a fair difficult baby and child to raise. If any such attention has been taken from her, Kitty would deliberately throw tantrums to gain the aforementioned immersion from that particular person. She would wrinkle her nose in disgust if something was distasteful to her, and demand that that item (particularly food) be removed from her sight. After countless chastisements and discipline, Kitty finally learnt to keep whatever displeases her to herself with no complaint. To say the least, life in the Aesalon household became much more serene and brighter following Kitty’s past realization.
In the winter of 1873, Kitty displays her first signs of magical abilities at the tender age of seven. After being refused by her brother to play, Kitty sulks and pouts childishly with her hands folded across her chest as she sat upon the lone, single chair in her room. Kitty’s enragement would present itself in little bursts with stray, loose papers flying about her room, but the one incident that had truly shone a light upon the discovery of Kitty’s abilities was when a shelf containing storybooks and dolls fell from the wall and onto the wooden floor with a loud crash, alerting Mrs. Aesalon to come and inspect the unexpected ordeal. Mrs. Aesalon entered her youngest child’s room to witness Kitty staring wide-eyed at her scattered room. “Tsk, tsk, little daughter,” Mrs. Aesalon spoke in an authoritative tone after she commanded that Kitty cleaned the mess she created. “You must learn to keep that fiery temper of yours in check.”
Kitty had difficulty creating friendly bonds with the other children of her neighborhood. They seemed to find her an oddity that should be removed from their sights immediately. Kitty was quite hurt and befuddled by their reaction to her as she often lonely and in need of immature play such as tag, playing in the mud (something she has done once with one of her brothers and had a splendid time doing so), or the more unladylike activities such as climbing a tree. Kitty had plenty of energy to burn and was often restless and antsy as a young child. She, to her mother’s relief, learnt the sentiment of patience, virtue, and the pleasure of silence.
In 1877, Kitty received the expectant letter informing her that she was eligible to attend Britain’s finest magical boarding school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite Kitty having learnt to have patience, the summer was progressing painfully slow and Kitty’s patience with each passing, sunny day was wearing thin. It was during this intolerable summer of when, for the first time in almost a year and a half, Kitty’s accidental magic ranged out of control and her older sister Maud, whom was six years her senior, had been near. Kitty had always known Maud to be weak (though their mother would like to think otherwise) and of delicate health, but the incident of when black, foul-smelling smoke engulfed both herself and her older sister, Kitty could not help but wonder (guiltily) of whether this was what has caused Maud to become even sicker than before.
Kitty, aged eleven, entered Hogwarts with a bright smile upon her face and was fearless when the Sorting Hat was put upon her head. Kitty pleaded with the Sorting Hat which was intent on putting her in Slytherin, but she yearned to make her siblings proud. The house of Gryffindor was what her parents and siblings expected of her to be placed in. After a few moments of squabbling and proving her point to the ridiculous hat, the hat, which was pressed for time, announced her a Gryffindor and she ran to sit next to Maud and her older brother, Ezekial.
Kitty’s first few years of Hogwarts were a bit of a blur. The classes, the socialization, the graduations of Maud and Ezekial, and the move to Hogsmeade in her second year had definitely been fast-paced. Kitty was appreciative of the move to Hogsmeade because she was never in need of playmates whenever she would want for some. The children of her neighborhood were cordial and friendly towards her. She enjoyed their company and presence immensely.
In the year of 1879 (Kitty’s third year), Kitty joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team much against her mother’s horror and dissatisfaction. Since having taken flying lessons in her first year, Kitty has grown fond for the game Quidditch. Her brothers would often speak of Quidditch when she was younger but she had been unable to grasp its concept and rules until she was at the age of ten, the age of which she still held no interest for the wizarding sport. Her father and brothers approved of decision to join the house team, but her mother and Maud a little miffed at her decision to take on an unsuitable activity designed for men.
It was also during her third year of when she caught news of her father’s death. She had just returned to the Gryffindor Common Room after an exhausting hour of Quidditch practice when she witnessed her brother Ezekial (he was in his sixth year at the time) holding a letter gingerly. The parchment was thin enough for her to recognize the semi-neat scrawl that was her mother’s handwriting. Alarmed since her mother would have sent a letter to her youngest child personally with her own words, she laid a hand on Ezekial’s forearm, a faraway daze in his eyes, as she asked, “What has happened, Eze?” Kitty was hardly close to her father, but the prospect of knowing that she would never return home to her father’s concentrated demeanor was a bit painful. She mourned as was expected, but she had not spent the majority of her time grieving; she spent most of it consoling her distressed mother whom was just as astonished by her husband’s death as was her children.
On the eve of Kitty’s fourteenth birthday, she received a letter enclosed with a small gift from one of her dear friends, a boy a year her senior. She had become acquainted with this boy through a Quidditch match where both were upholding the same position with the same intention: capturing the flighty, golden snitch. Both youngsters had their arms stretched out in front of them, knocking each other’s arms out of reach of the snitch before them, but the boy hit Kitty roughly in the face which emitted from her a loud, startled gasp as she began to lose her grip on her broomstick. She soon slid from her broomstick until she was dangling in midair, clutching her broomstick up above her to keep her from falling to the wet, muddy ground below. The gasps of young women and men from down below was audible to her ears as she felt a hand encircling her waste and hoisting her onto his broomstick. The last words she had heard being spoken before she relapsed into darkness was, “You are a fool, Miss Kitty, to believe that you can defeat me…” It was followed by a throaty, teasing chuckle which continued ringing through her mind even after she had awoken from unconsciousness.
The aforementioned letter enclosed with the small gift for her birthday, however, contained the proposal of courtship and affection that she either accepted or declined. Not being a young woman of foolish, romantic fantasies, Kitty’s first intention was to decline the boy’s offer. He was of the lower-class and was quite rude; not to mention that they have only spoken not quite as often as a couple prepared for courtship should be. Nevertheless, because she was attracted to him and because she found his brashness and calculating persona quite welcoming from other men, she accepted offered proposal with the intention of it being that she yearned to learn more about this man. She concealed her courtship with this boy from her family, friends, and society; and she intends for it to be this way.
Kitty never imagined, however, that she would slowly fall in love with this boy as the year of her fourth year discontinued and then began another summer. She would often sneak away in those nights of summer to spend quality time with this lower-classed young man. So in love was she by the end of summer that she literally agreed to make love with him and decided that the rule of abstinence should be broken if one was in love as much as she was with her current partner.
In the beginning of her fifth year, Kitty was appointed prefect. This shocked all her mother, herself, and the rest of her family. Confident and boisterous Catherine Aesalon becomes Gryffindor prefect? Though Mrs. Aesalon was astonished beyond belief, she dubbed her youngest child as prodigy with hidden talents. “Kitty can be a good influence despite her inappropriate decisions! Who would’ve ever thought this would occur? Did you think this would happen, Maud?” Kitty shared an amused glance with her elder sister and rolled her eyes. The latter action of which earned her a reprimand from her mother stating that “it is improper for a woman to behold sarcasm and/or mockery.” To her mother’s displeasure and fury, Kitty just rolled her eyes wearily and excused herself from supper. She only realized a bit later, lying in her bed, that it had been such a long while since her mother had displayed any amount of enthusiasm.
Kitty fifth year discontinued with her following O.W.L grades of:
Transfiguration | A – Acceptable
Defense Against the Dark Arts | A – Acceptable
Charms | E – Exceed Expectations
Potions | A - Acceptable
Astronomy | E – Exceed Expectations
History of Magic | E – Exceed Expectations
Herbology | A – Acceptable
Divination | E – Exceed Expectations
Muggle Studies | O – Outstanding
To say the least, her mother was slightly disappointed with her daughter’s academic grades, but she was more concerned about her daughter’s position as Prefect being taken away because of those acceptable, but improvement needing grades. Kitty was not fazed by her academic grades and had not been overly worried about them until her romantic partner, enraged by the mention of her passable grades, bellowed that he would not approve of his fiancée failing in her academic studies she was fortunate enough to have been taught. Kitty cringed in surprise and fright, tears trickling down her face as her beloved raged at her for her wrongs, her defects; almost everything about herself.
After that one, horrific and befuddling summer night, Kitty became less confident and more of the quiet, composed woman she had ought to be. Her mother, whom was dealing with her grief by attempting to get her daughters in acceptable and advantageous marriages, exhibited her youngest daughter as an example for the mothers of rowdy daughters that it was possible for their daughters to alter their dispositions before they were eligible for marriage, as well. But Kitty did not just simply adjust her disposition for her future or her mother’s sake; she adjusted to her beloved’s expectations of her which was be a lady. Apparently he has confessed that he had dealt with her unladylike or unpleasant qualities that she had; or that was his excuse when Kitty gained the encouragement to face him after a month following the incident.
Both youngsters’ relationship had shifted the month after Kitty’s beloved apologized for his behavior towards her when he brought about the subject of marriage. Kitty, though very shocked and astonished, was concerned that if she were to join in matrimony with her beloved that it would become abusive an abusive marriage. The young man, when he observed any such reaction out of Kitty that displeased him, would pinch her or nudge her roughly. So harsh were the little pain inflicted upon her that there were visible bruises upon her arms (the boy would not dare harm whichever area that would expose his abuse towards Kitty). Kitty though was in the thorough belief that romance novels and stories only tarnished the true ambitions of young women to yearning for affection, marriage, and children, could not bring herself to let him go. Despite his cruel behavior towards her, Kitty loved him and the prospect of her future not containing him was unfathomable.
Two days previous to their returning to Hogwarts, the young man gets upon one knee and proposes to Kitty without her family’s consent. He advised Kitty to conceal their engagement from society and her own family because he was confident that they would protest to their marrying. Kitty, unsure and guilty at the conviction of concealing something vitally important from her family, rashly accepted his marriage proposal and unwisely slept with him that night, consummating their secretive, newfound engagement.
Kitty returned for her sixth year a bit jittery and transitioned. Her oath to achieve more advanced academic grades was unable to be fulfilled because of her inability to focus upon her selected work. She was beginning to feel discontent when in the presence of her fiancé. She always began to feel the urge to flee from his engulfing arms and his stolen kisses upon her lips, face, arms, and torso. A sort of unsettling emotion radiated from him whenever she was near him; she soon discovered this emotion soon before women were banned from Quidditch: danger and hazardous. Kitty was far more enamored with her current realization of her fiancé’s hidden disposition, and why it was now beginning to show itself. What has happened to the kind, affection, and witty man she knew in her fourth year?
Overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings
Acts Without Thinking
Altruistic (at times)
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Bridge’s facial features displayed no emotion as the funeral procession continued. It was just very difficult to comprehend that the Headmaster was truly gone. Gone from body, but not from spirit, Bridge chanted mentally to herself as she observed one person after another stood up in front of the glass coffin and confessed their farewells and their memories of the beloved Headmaster of Hogwarts, the best Hogwarts has seen in many years even when she herself had been attending the majestic, awe-inspiring school.
Bridge ran her fingers through the tendrils of her youngest daughter’s blond hair as Angela’s head lay on her mother’s chest, eyes swollen and puffy from many tears that had been shed. The young girl has been through so much that it made Bridge’s eyes well up with tears once more as she thought of them. Victoria had failed to get better as she promised (though the promise had been a weak one when she had spoken it) she would. The death of Waverly has Angela, Bridge included, distraught and detached. Angela seemed to be going through the motions. Her face seemed permanently fixed as passive and pale, the purple bruises under her eyes the only given evidence of how exhausted she was from many sleepless, teary nights. Bridge has attempted to console her distressed, young daughter but the efforts were deemed futile as nothing seemed unable to bring Angela to life again.
Bridge was never particularly close to Hogwarts former Headmaster. Of course, this did not imply that they have never spoken at all during the years she has been employed under his service. However, from those few moments that they have interacted, Bridge found him immensely kind and caring. He certainly valued his staff’s best interest at heart, which was why she admired him because he must have been aware of the complications that may have arisen from a professor whose children were attending his school, as well? Yes, Bridge decided as gently lifted Angela up from her chest so she could speak, Headmaster Witchard was far too intelligent to not have thought of those silly, but honest complications.
Though it was difficult to do so, Bridge managed to produce a smile upon her lips as she cleared her throat to address the crowd of grieving people. “Headmaster Witchard was an astounding man. He was kind and caring, as well as intelligent; the qualities of which created the brilliant man and Headmaster of Hogwarts we knew today.” Bridge’s voice broke as she continued, “Joseph had an understanding of love and family, including the complications of it. It is because of his understanding that I may not have been in the position I am in at present, the professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and because he has assisted me financially and comfortably, I shall always be grateful to him.” Rubbing the exterior of the glass coffin, she whispered, “Rest in peace, good friend.” Then Bridge returned to her tearful daughter, bringing Angela close to her, the warmth and love radiating contenting them greatly.