Bridget (Bee) Alice Marshall

[b]Age[/b]: 16 (6th year)

[b]House[/b]: Ravenclaw

[b]Wand[/b]: Hornbeam; Unicorn, Veela, and Demiguise hair. 11 ¼ inches.

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[b]Bio[/b]: Bee was born to a pureblood father and a muggle mother - it was an old-fashioned arranged marriage. Her father, thinking he was better than a mudblood - got in the habit of beating her mother to keep her under control. Bee was an accident, and her mother tried to kill her in the womb to prevent the same thing happening to her. Growing up, her mother ended up protecting her by doing anything and everything possible to keep his hands off Bee. But as she got older and started to understand the world better, the pain and grief her mother went through began to spill over.

From a young age she was smart, and retreated into the world of letters. Not knowing what happened outside of her own home, every aspect of her life being controlled. Never having a friend, anyone to associate with. Bee liked pretty things but wasn’t afraid to lose them, they were just there to fill the void in her heart.

Thankfully, when she was 11, she received a letter that allowed her to escape the torment that happened every day in her house. Hogwarts was a place of refuge for her, and her mind allowed her to be sorted into the House of Ravenclaw. Magic became her anchor, and she enjoyed herself, staying at school even during the holidays. Just to not be at home, suffering.

When Bee was 13, her mother killed herself to not have to deal with it anymore. It was the middle of 3rd year, and she didn’t even know what happened until she went home for the summer. Thankfully, she was of no interest to her father, who decided he didn’t want to be responsible for the worm she’d come from and handed her off to money. The only reason he didn’t take anything out on her was because magic was “precious” and didn’t deserve to be snuffed out like a candle.

The money allowed Bee to explore all kinds of things. Like...razors and bracelets. Ever since her mother died, she had been cutting herself to have something physical to hold onto, and since she knew how others would react, she covered it up. At school, it was easier because she could heal herself, but the damage was done. Scars adorned her wrists.

Going back home every single summer was torment of the worst kind. The refuge she sought after and tried to cling to at Hogwarts wasn’t there anymore. The safety of magic was something Bee held onto. Being able to DO something, to have power in your hands that no one else can fathom. Being drawn to books ever since childhood, she’d read many of the ones in the Hogwarts library, including most of the ones in the restricted section. Bee was knowledgeable in a wide variety of subjects, although she tended to lean toward anything that could be used offensively.

Wanting to defend herself, to keep bad things from happening to herself after her mother died (except cutting - she wouldn’t kill herself - right?). It didn’t turn out to be necessary (not YET) anyway - but being able to give people what they deserved was something that she likes being able to do.

Someday, those skills will be used for something. With a storm rapidly approaching, who knows what could happen?