Chloe is loyal to the core when it comes to her friends and the ones she loves. She's likely to put others before herself, often ignoring her own personal needs for the good of those she loves. She does what she can to help those around her. She doesn't like fighting, but she can do it if she needs to and is decent at it. A little practice couldn't hurt.
She does best in Potions and Herbology, specializing in healing.
She's horrible at Transfiguration.
Bio / History:
Chloe grew up in a happy childhood home with parents who loved her and told her all about the wonders of Hogwarts. She knew of You-Know-Who, but she didn't want to believe that he could come back, same as her parents. Her mother was quite adamant about the fact that he simply couldn't come back, that Harry Potter had slain him once and for all. Her father rarely spoke about it and prefered to change the conversation. He didn't talk about the ministry very often either, working in one of the most mysterious of locations, the Hall of Mysteries, it was hard to say what he knew and what he wasn't allowed to share. Chloe started school a year after Harry Potter, joining the Gryfindor table with thunderous applause taking a spot somewhere in the middle. It was there that she melted in, she wasn't a very talkative girl, often keeping to herself and focusing on her studies. Her closest friend was a Ravenclaw girl by the name of Hanna. The two had met on the train and became instant friends, unfortunately the sorting hat had other ideas and the two were seperated. They still spent as much time as they could together, Hanna being the only person that Chloe would confide in. Things changed in her third year, during the Tri-wizard Tournament, when Harry Potter came out of that maze shouting that You-know-who was back. Fear had rocked through her, and she simply couldn't allow herself to believe it. Her parents refused to believe it themselves, and she began questioning Harry Potter's sanity, although deep down a part of her always knew that he was telling the truth.
It was over this past summer when the realization really hit, her parents assured her that they were in the least amount of danger, they were all pure-blood and it was best to keep her head down for now. Chloe didn't want to keep her head down, she wanted to fight for what she believed to be right and was willing to prove herself but she did as her parents asked and kept her head down for now, resisting the urge to join Dumbledore's Army and other such uprisings. The night the Minister fell everything fell apart, a bright shining figure, a patronus of an owl announcing the downfall of the minister and a warning. There was very little time to react as Chloe's father grabbed her by the arm and threw her into the nearest closet, he spoke low and quickly while a crash in the kitchen announced unwelcomed guests. "Don't make a sound, I love you baby girl" he told her, planing a quick kiss on his daughter's forehead before closing the door and locking it with his wand. Chloe discovered she didn't have her wand on her, so she worked on pulling the door open herself as she heard crashing and cries from men and ocassionally a woman. After about ten minutes, everything went silent and Chloe pressed her ear against the door. She could hear unfamiliar voices "it's not here... he doesn't have it, lets go" and just like that, Chloe was found alone in the middle of a war.
Extra: Chloe can't fly to save her life. Heights terrify her and she's never actually been on a broom.