MCCARTHY, Constance Rayne

[mccarthy]

Constance Rayne McCarthy

AGE twenty years old
PROFESSION St. Mungos: Mediwitch
CANON No
BIRTHDATE 31 August
FORMER HOUSE Slytherin

LIKES

• Music & Instruments
• Potions & Transfiguration
• Literature
• The Ocean
• Quidditch
• Animals
• Cinnamon Flavoured Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans

DISLIKES

• Change
• Shopping
• Dementors
• Getting her picture taken
• Insects
• Spiders

STRENGTHS

• Quick Casting (Nonverbal and Verbal)
• Observance Skills
• Understanding

WEAKNESSES

• Divination
• Conscientious
• Stubborn

BOGGART Werewolves
PATRONUS

DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES Eyes: They are silvery blue, often a darker shade reflecting on her mood. Scar(s): She has a scratch along her left wrist received during the War from River and several other small ones along her body.
PLAY-BY Ashley Greene

FAMILY MEMBERS Jackson Reese McCarthy, Father, Deceased in 1990
Artesia Katherine (née Rybin) McCarthy, Mother, Deceased in 1993
River Clearwater McCarthy, Brother, Deceased in 1997
Svetlana Renée (née Rybin) Hartwell , Aunt & Godmother, Potioneer for St. Mungos
Andre Cordell Hartwell, Cousin, Age 24, Herbologist
Mischa Aoulette Hartwell, Cousin, Age 21, Journalist
Vanya Mikhail Hartwell, Cousin, Deceased

PETS A Snow Owl named Rybin and an American Pointed Ragdoll/Siamese crossbreed named Rogue.

GENERAL HISTORY

PLAYER’S ALIAS Jacey
PLAYER’S FAVOURITE COLOUR Navy Blue
WRITING SAMPLE:

December, 1993

The coldness of December had brought Constance’s mood down considerably until she left for home during the Holidays. Why Artesia, whom had always been so sure of wanting her children to stay at Hogwarts during the Holidays, told her to come home this year puzzled the brunette, but she said nothing about it at dinner the night she got home.

The night after Christmas, Constance found herself sitting in the front room with her mother, quietly plucking away at her guitar strings as the woman she respected so much was attempting to watch something on the television as snow blanketed the yard outside. “Connie, dearest, can you go play somewhere else?” Artesia had a musical voice that only added to the allure of her pretty face. Blonde curls spiraled down to the small of her back, and the kind blue eyes surrounded by laughing lines twinkled as she turned to smile at her youngest. Constance had only inherited her mother’s pretty face, intelligence, and kind heart; she had her father’s eyes, his hair, and his love for music.

“Of course, mum.” The thirteen year old stopped playing, using her left hand to stop the humming strings as she leaned forward to press a kiss to her mother’s cheek before padding off to the kitchen to collect a glass of apple juice and disappeared into the den below the living room. Artesia shook her head at her child, chuckling before relaxing across from one of the fireplaces in their home and continued to watch the screen in front of her.

Half past ten, Artesia had fallen asleep during a second showing of the movie. Aside from the quiet playing of Constance’s guitar, the house was daringly silent. The intruder walked silently around the outside of the house, every once in a while, he flicked his wand and removed the charms that protected the two females inside. He hadn’t known that they had moved, and through the living room window, the male saw Artesia asleep and the Christmas tree that a few presents remained unopened, no doubt left by the pre-teen that was playing her guitar. He approached the front door, his wand pointed towards the power lines by the large tree in the front yard. With a flick of his wrist, he cut the power.

Inside, he heard the girl shout something to her mother before he flicked the lights back on with a smirk playing across his lips. “Nevermind!” Artesia hadn’t moved when her daughter shouted, a heavy sleeper. She would awake with this.

River blasted open the front door; the picture frames that had been on the walls falling and shattering on the ocean blue carpet as Constance’s playing immediately stopped and he heard her footsteps. Silently, he locked the doors that she was standing behind as he walked past the room and to where his mother had been lying on the couch. He pushed open the door, disarming her as he watched her remove her wand from the floor in front of her. “Now, now, mother… you must shout for Connie not to interrupt.”

He was his father’s reflection in every way, wavy brown hair and green eyes; unlike Jackson’s, however, River’s were cold and merciless. Artesia did as she was told, unaware that her daughter had already moved to retrieve her wand as the door had blasted open. Constance pretended not to hear her mother as she rushed through the kitchen and scowled as she found the door locked. She went back to the den, pointing at the door and unlocked it with a spell. At that minute, it didn’t register to her that she could be expelled.

Constance ran to the living room, freezing at the sight of her mother staring doe-eyed at the wicked-looking wand pointed at her face. River didn’t notice his sister as a cold smile crept across his face. Artesia screamed. “Avada Kedavra!” River watched his mother rise into the air as a green light flashed through out the room before she dropped to the floor. He didn’t see the tears pouring down the brunette’s face until he turned. “Stupefy!” She gasped and didn’t wait to see what happened as she ran back towards the den.

She heard footsteps following, and as she turned the corner, a beam of green light missed her by several inches. She quickly moved, doing the motion quickly before saying the spell that she had never gotten quite down correctly. Draco had ended up laughing at her half the year before she had even managed to knock him back a foot. “Everte Statum!” Her shout was stronger than expected, she was more than close to crying. River looked surprised, and annoyed before the spell hit him straight in the chest. She hoped it felt more like a brick hitting him as she darted back to the den.

Constance didn’t even bother to grab her jacket as raced to the fireplace. Wand clenched tightly in one hand, she grasped a handful of Floo Powder before throwing it into the empty base. Within an instant of saying the name clearly, she ran out of the new fireplace, startling her cousins as she headed straight to where her aunt was. Constance fell to her knees, clinging to Svetlana as heart-wrenching sobs shook her thin frame. Andre and Mischa looked at each other; they both had the same expression and their thoughts would be confirmed as the Ministry appeared shortly after them.

Artesia was murdered. That became clear to the other family as Constance managed to speak between sobs. It was only when the Minister himself asked the small girl who killed her mother when she seemed to fully break down; by then, she had stopped crying but still gave whimpers. The girl’s voice was scratchy from her crying, and as she spoke, Svetlana had to leave the room. “It… it was River…” Constance then ran into the bathroom and got sick.

The next day, an Auror returned with a grim expression to confirm the girl’s story and put strong protection charms on the house while the other explained to Svetlana that River hadn’t been found, only a few drops of blood and several tracks of footsteps. After her sister’s funeral, the woman warily pulled her children and niece into the kitchen to explain about something that her niece had already heard before from her mother. While Svetlana wished to keep Constance home for a short amount of time after the New Year, Constance refused to be anywhere but Hogwarts.

Aside from her family, and a few of the professors, Constance didn’t say much about why she often cried for a short time and preferred to spend her time alone when she wasn’t in class.