Fenn, Francis Corina

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Name: Francis Corina Fenn
Age: Sixteen, almost seventeen
Gender: Female
Year: Sixth
Face Claim: Minka Kelly

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Having a Hispanic mother gave Francis some identifiable traits. While her father and his family have blue eyes, Francis has deep caramel colored eyes and dark, dark eyebrows. She loves her eyebrows in fact. They’re her favorite things about her. But they’re irrelevant, so on to the next thing. Despite not having her father’s blue eyes, she has his bright eyes that light up when she smiles, which is normally and usually plastered on her face unless otherwise stated. She can have her serious moments, no worries, but yes, like Burt Brummell says: You’re never fully dressed without a smile. Francis does have a bit of a button nose look to her. When she was younger she had a mousy look about her. Tease her about it now, she can handle it, but she was a bit sensitive about it. And who wouldn’t be? It was endearing though, just not to her. She’s grown into her looks, and some of the button nose look to her remains which on occasion if she stares at it long enough will make her crack under the mirror. Overall, she’s generally a content and quaint girl.
Physique: Francis is an average girl of height and weight. Sometimes she wishes she was smaller and sometimes she wishes she was taller. All in all though she’s content most of the time. She finds herself at 5’5” and one hundred and twenty pounds. Francis doesn’t ‘work out’ in a sense of the term, but she enjoys running around outdoors. She sounds like a little child when it’s put into terms like that. She never really interacted with muggles—unless they came into St. Mungo’s—and therefore she finds their sports a bit fascinating. She’s a huge fan of learning muggle sports and playing them, as well as hiking and running. In terms of clothing, Francis doesn’t give much thought to what she wears. Majority of her days she’s wearing her school uniform and she finds it quite comfortable. Nonetheless there are moments when she’s found out of it, but unless she’s given a reason to be out of it, she’s generally aiming to be ‘cute, yet functional’ as she calls it. She does not have a very defined sense of style, she wears what she likes and that’s that. Something that Francis is almost OCD about is her hands and her nails. She can’t stand chipped fingernail polish on her fingers which is why more times than not her nails are left bare or clear. She also has to lotion her hands everyday. If there was one thing you could say about Francis, besides something about her personality, it would be that her hands are quite possibly the softest hands one had ever felt.

Wand Type: canary wood, doxy and fairy wing core, twelve inches
Wand Expertise: The fairy wing core is too weak to get anything powerful accomplished, but is especially good for charms. For this reason, the doxy wing is paired with it. The doxy wing helps defend against hexes and curses... as well as curse others..
Patronus: a Mare.
Boggart: finding out the worse possible truth about herself. This may or may not have something to do with finding out who her mother is, but as a general statement, finding out that she's not at all who she thought she was, or supposed to be.

Personality:

i. fiercely loyal Perhaps it was the loving family that was destined to her, or perhaps it is just dear Fran’s nature, but she is incredibly loyal to anything she puts her heart into. Her relationships, her music, her school, etc. With her friends, although she is a rather easy-going child, she can be quite confrontational. While Fran may let someone make remarks about her, she will ferociously defend them. Fran is incredibly trustworthy. She can faithfully say that she has never revealed a secret left in her stead. However, if there were one thing to contradict her trusting abilities it would be her accountability to get things done. One can trust Francis to get something done yes, but it will take some reminding and repeating before she gets it done right. She’s a spacious child, whose head is often far off from where it really needs to be. She tries her hardest to be reliable, and over the years thanks to the maturing of the brain, a cure is in sight.

ii. tremendously unwavering If there was one thing that Fran learned in her experience of being a girl in a boys world, it’s that one never gives away their ground. Yes, of course Frannie and whatever playmates she had were supposed to be on good terms, but even when they were teasing one another in horseplay Frannie learned that it was always in her favor to never falter, to stand strong. Fran has always become incredibly stubborn over the years. If Fran set her mind to it, then she was determined to get it done. It required some motivation, but she would nevertheless somehow accomplish what she wanted done. She has a one-track mind, yes, and her fatal flaw would be that she could be somewhat selfish. She doesn’t mean to be, and it’s not that she is always thinking about herself all of the time, but if she wants something done, she’s going to make sure she gets it done.

iii. composed Frannie wants to be strong. She was raised a pureblood but some of the standards she is expected to hold up conflict with her little feelings. She has a good head on her shoulders, and while she does not want to be seen as a complete muck-head, Fran does want to be seen as sound. It’s the piano player coming out in her. Francis can be serious, yes, and although majority of her is fun and loving, before and after Fran plays the piano she is composed and effective. Despite being a rather talented player, she has never claimed to be poised, in fact her posture is absolutely horrible, but like a lioness when she is threatened, Frannie stiffens and she prepares herself to defend. It would be more effective if she weren’t so timid seeming… Frannie, along with her name, is probably the least intimidating human in the world. However, she’ll pounce, literally, if she has to. Frannie may seem aloof and out of it when she is in the environment that she wants to be in, but in reality, she has it together.

iv. a bucket of bliss If you were a person who just merely saw Fran walking down the street there is a likely chance that when you saw her she had an exceedingly content look about her face. And that’s exactly what Fran is. Content. There are a number of things that she would want to change about her life to make her future easier, she is sure, but at the same time asking for more would mean receiving less. There would be fewer experiences that she had to go through to put her in the place she is now. She enjoys who she is, and is completely blissful to share her view on life with anyone and everyone who comes in contact with her. However, at the same time, Fran has hardly had a hard life. She lost a mother she can’t remember, and that’s it. Almost since birth Fran has been a happy child, always enjoying her surroundings. Frannie usually played nice with the other children surrounding her. She loved having the playmates around to share her adventures with. Francis made sure everyone was happy (unless they wanted to do something boring…), of course, but that’s part of the charm of Fran. Her little word is a bit unrealistic.

v. lighthearted and lively The last thing Frannie would ever want a person to think is that she was stuffy and uninteresting. She grew up with a stuffy grandmother and a healer as a father, there was always some hope for her to be serious, but it naturally didn’t turn out that way. No one taught Francis to be so carefree and fun-loving. She reacted that way. Frannie loves people, and she loves being with people, and she loves watching people, and she loves talking with people. She feeds off of people’s good moods and stays away from their bad ones—unless they need her around... She feels the need to never worry and keep strife far from her. Francis doesn’t look very good in gloomstic appeal. Why worry others with worry and anxiety? They have enough of their own already, and that is Francis’ point of view on things. Francis would love to bring any serious and stuffy person out of their shell and make them loosen up.

vi. bookish If there is one way to Fran’s heart, it’s through a book. Literally. Not only does she adore reading them, but she also collects them. One of her favorite activities, after fraternizing at the the zoo, is going to old bookstores and antique shops to look for aged books. The Fenn family is not sure what started this little fancy, but without fail if you do not know what to get Franci for her birthday, an old book will always do the trick. Francis has a side to her that enjoys the old world traditions. She enjoys the romantic appeal of the girl reading in her library or the couple snogging between the less visited shelves, and the fragrant charm that the library holds for its guests. Not very many people enjoy the library because of the fact that it is a library and it’s association of studying. It would seem that many simply put up with the library because it is a tradition from the time of old. Fran however enjoys them because, yes, they are a house for books, but because of the smell and the solitude and the simple bliss she attains from entering a book. There is no denying that it’s a love affair.

vii. plucky To put it simply, Fran does not care what people think of her. It can be an all together rash and awful thing, or one can look at it from her point of view. Fran is brave, and most of the time it doesn’t matter who you are to other people, she’s going to make her own assumptions. Frannie also has an adventurous streak in her in anything: food, events, locations, and even people. It’s a spunky and rambunctious adventurous. The thing about Fran is that she’s never planned. She’s whimsical, and does things on impulse rather than on sane thought. Fran feels that she has had her fair amount of structure in her life between her father and St. Mungo’s and her grandparents at home. Franci would never back down from a dare to do something, although she may very well want to. She never claims to be fearless, because God knows that she isn’t, but Franci is determined to be such.

viii. romantic Utterly romantic, or so she admires to be. She always has been, even as a child. Not only is she a firm believer in romantic love, but she is also an admirer of Romanticism. Fran knows that yes, things may not always be ideal, but there are so many problems in the world that sometimes there is no need to acknowledge them. Fran knows that this way of thinking may not always be the most wise, but she has never claimed to be such. She knows there is ‘bad’, whatever level or degree it may be, and whatever one considers ‘bad’, but there is some truth behind the saying that ignorance is bliss. It takes away from her knowledge as well as her will to be strong and impenetrable, but she’s willing to sacrifice that for this if she must. That being said, on a less serious note, Fran can be quite susceptible to men. She doesn’t claim to be a flirt, nor does she really want to be. She’s old fashioned when it comes to love, she’ll admit, and she would rather be an old maid with her books than see the likes of any man try to get with her without showing himself worthy. Francis Fenn would like to say that she won’t settle under any circumstances, but the girl has a problem. Sweet-talking will get her to do anything and it’s gotten her in trouble a number of times. Granted, to answer the question that everyone has been wondering, of course she’s a virgin. But don’t let that fool you, her eyes have been opened. When being along with a male, Francis becomes serious in a sense, in fact she doesn’t really say much at all…

iv. advice philanthropist Francis may have a naïve outlook, and yes, she may be young, but she will never forget to leave you with a piece of advice to take with you. Fran seems to find herself in an excellent position to offer her council to anyone she thinks may need it. One may not, but that will not stop the dear girl. It would seem to be half madness almost. Fran may not know what is wrong with you, but if she feels or senses that there is a problem she may suggest feeding your cat before you eat your breakfast as opposed to after. She’s not crazy, really, she’s extremely normal. She herself doesn’t even know why she rambles on about cats and daily routines. Fran thinks it’s because she’s trying to distract the person from whatever is going on inside. However, if a person would more than gladly open up to her she would equally as wonderfully suit their need and her purpose and offer her assistance. Fran hands out advice and council as if it were killing her inside to hold onto it.

x. melodious At the age of six, Francis sat down at their piano and began to pound away the notes. Pound, not play. She did it day after day until the Fenn family could no longer serve up patience to listen to it. Francis had pounded her way into lessons. She was a fast learner, with an aptitude to keep up. She continued day after day with practices and lessons. Her teacher told her parents that if she was driven enough she could be quite good. And thus that became the focus of Francis Fenn. Along with her zoo and her books, piano quickly became ranked amongst them. Francis developed an attachment to the piano, as most artists do to their art. Fran has picked up a number of other instruments along the way in her life. Fluently, however not terrifically like her piano, Fran can play the violin and the harp.

Likes:
+cinnamon
+mint tea
+the smell of old books
+adventure and adventure seekers
+flying
+her family
+anything challenging
+honesty
+rain
+being told sweet things
+speaking Spanish
+PIANO
+mud, and is it bad that she likes throwing mud?
Dislikes:
–stupid punks
–ironically, immaturity in times when serious is needed
–making awful grades
–ignorance and irrogance
–generally, though not severely, many pureblood views. it could be complicated
–touching the bottom of lakes or ponds
–sitting still for too long, hand in hand with being bored
–assignments
–bullies
–rudeness

History:

He was exasperated by his parents views of their way of life. He was always a bit of a silent rebel. He gave his mother hell most of his life, always teasing her or toeing the line. But Henry kept in check. During his school years, Henry was rambunctious and… promiscuous. Quite promiscuous. He had a reputation of sorts, but he ignored it and did as he pleased. Henry was the type to not care about what anyone thought. That must be where Francis gets her rambunctious attitude. However, he managed to stay on top of things and thus so, entered the wizarding world as a healer. His parents were… shocked. They never expected their son to do much with his life really. His father was always on his tale about something. But Henry was a herd worker, and although be may have been a bit reckless with his life as a student, he was mature enough to realize when it was time to grow up. Well, get a job at least. Part of him would never really grow up, He went into St. Mungo’s vowing to top the charts in any way possible, and of course as cocky healers always are, making the money. And he did well. The older you get as a healer, the more you realize that it’s not just about making a high grade or a shiny record. Henry thankfully got it through his thick head that helping people had its benefits. And thus so Henry wanted to do more with his abilities. It led him to discover that he could go to other places of the world and help them out. Like a muggle missionary doctor would do. The sense of adventure was the first thing that intrigued Henry. His father, extremely proud of what his son was doing was in shock over the fact that this healer thing had gone to his head. He wasn’t sure which Henry he liked best. Both Mr. and Mrs. Fenn tried their hardest to persuade Henry to stay home. They didn’t want their son all the way across the world. The bribed him with money, told him they would no long set him up with women of their choice, and everything else they thought would work, but Henry had made his mind up long ago. He was going to travel the world. And that’s what he told them.

And so he set out for South America.

Henry was there for a total of five years, which made him thirty-two when he went back to England, just for future reference. He was loving his life in the jungle. He traveled from country to country and from village to village, specializing in magical bites. One would be extremely amazed to find out about the different kinds of dangerous, magical animals that live in the jungles, and the mountains, of South America. But he was loving the thrill of it all and he was completely convinced that he would never leave. The people were refreshing and they weren’t stuffy like his parents and their friends were. They were real people and the cultural differences were of course his favorite part. Henry picked up on Spanish and some Portuguese as well as some Indian dialects. Venezuela was his favorite for more reasons than one. It was where he met her. The ever so classic story of boy meeting girl, but with a Spanish, South American twist to it. Her name was Manuela, and she was the daughter of a local mayor of a port town called Barcelona. And of course she was beautiful. That was how she attracted Henry. The man found his old womanizing days coming back to him and he found himself lusting after her day after day. However, she was an extremely devout Catholic. She wasn’t going to give herself to him. She held him at bay and the longer she did, the more he found he wanted her. loved her. If the only way he could make her his was to marry her, he would. And so he did. He was so in love with this woman he didn’t know what else to do. They were married, however, her being extremely religious meant that revealing his secret would be a hazard. He stopped his healing and he stayed in Barcelona which her and her family. He worked for her father, doing tasks that he knew would be much easier if he could use his magic, but alas, it was too risky.

And as life goes, not long after their marriage, they were blessed with a child. A baby girl that Henry feared and loved all at the same time. This baby girl would eventually give away his secret. But Henry had time, he knew that much. And so they went, a darling little family. They named the little girl Francis after Manuela’s mother. Henry wouldn’t tell her anything about his family, so what was Manny supposed to do? It bothered her that Henry never spoke of England, but she loved her English prince and the way she saw him. If it would taint that, she didn’t want to know. Francis grew up along the beach in Barcelona and for the most part learned Spanish, however soon after she turned two, the Spanish would come to a halt. It was nothing exceptionally dramatic, and it tended to happen often in places such as South America and Africa. There was a break out of the yellow fever. The entire town of Barcelona was under attack and of all the people to suffer, it was Henry and Francis’ Manuela. She became severely sick, as did most of her family. Francesca, Manuela’s mother, told Henry to take his daughter and himself back to England where they would be safe. Protesting and more protesting, but he conceded for the sake of their daughter.

When Henry reached his parents’ home, and what used to be his home, there was already a telegram waiting for him. Manuela had died soon after he had left. What he wanted to do then was up to him. Mr. and Mrs. Fenn were incredibly shocked to see their son, and of course not only their son but the little package that came with him. They had a meeting, of course they had a meeting, but they were afraid of what they would find out. They were careful with their questions. They asked nothing on Francis’ mother, they were too afraid of the chance that she was a muggle. They asked where he went, and he told them Barcelona. That was all they needed to know. Clearly the girl was Spanish, European. Close to home. Henry let them believe what they wanted and figured Francis’ life would be better that way, so he left it at that. The heartbroken Henry took his job back at St. Mungo’s, and attempted as much as possible to provide a normal way for his young Francis.



Francis grew up in a world that Henry would have rather her not. Her grandparents took over and vowed to never let her out of their sight. Henry was not going run off to foreign countries ever again. As long as they held on to Francis, they held onto Henry. Word spread about Henry’s new daughter, and with the word came the rumors. They said that she was illegitimate and that her pedigree was tainted because it was so unknown. Henry was still depressed and therefore he had no bother with rumors or his and his daughter’s reputation. He was a in a state that one should never be in. However, Mrs. Fenn of course would have nothing of these rumors. She devised a story, thanks to Henry’s nonchalant behavior towards their inquiries. Francis’ mother was a Spaniard, a witch of course because Henry would never get involved with anything else. Henry had confirmed that Manuela and he had married, so there was no baby out of wedlock. Manuela would have never wanted to see her child the subject of illegitimacy. Speculation has, and probably always will surround Francis’ birth, but her grandmother fights to defend the sanctity of her family. So Francis has Spanish blood within her, which made her all the more interesting. Her grandparents believed it from the beginning, and they were proud to have a diverse granddaughter.

They brought her up in only the best way. She was tutored from the age of six onward in everything they thought was needed. They even added Spanish to her curriculum for the sake of her ‘Spanish blood’. It was when she was seven that they discovered something peculiar. Francis had a knack for music. And it certainly didn’t come from their side of the family. Manuela played the cuatro, a Venezuelan guitar of sorts, but that was no piano. He also knew that the Indian peoples in South America were especially inclined to musical instruments, and there was a severe likelihood that Manuela was a mestizo, however far back. They were intrigued by her piano playing. It was lovely for such a young girl. That soon became the love of her life. She also learned to horseback ride as well, something that entertained her outdoors. Overall, Francis was a large fan of being outdoors. However, her grandmother only let her outside if it was too be on a horse. The older she got, the farther she would ride and the more worried Grandmother would become. Francis was always an easygoing child. When she was forced to play with those children of her grandmother’s cohorts, she went along with it, but when they didn’t want to do what she did, she left them and did her own thing. With the boys, Francis had to prove herself that she was just as good as they were. She did what she could to be reckless and as tough as them. To her grandmother’s demise, Francis was growing up to be like her father. A good heart, but reckless behavior.

As Francis aged, there were a number of times that she enjoyed accompanying her father to his work. Granted, as she knew most of the people he worked with, she still was confined to someone else’s care. And how she resented that. Francis didn’t want to be dropped off; she wanted to watch him work. He tried to explain to her that there were some things she shouldn’t see, but Francis didn’t care. At that age especially she was completely fearless. Francis found plenty of messes to get into and plenty of ways to get out of them. Around the age of ten, when her parents were beginning to fear the upsetting worst, Francis found that she was an exceptionally wonderful hider. Francis would do something she wasn’t supposed to do, and fearing breaking the rules she immediately tightened up and then found herself hiding. Francis herself had no idea where she went, but nevertheless she was away from the trouble she caused. She remembers the day it happened for the first time in fact. She had just broken ten jars containing who knows what in a certain room that she was not supposed to be in, and the next thing she knew she was in a cabinet. She climbed out of that cabinet, slowly, of course, and then realized she wasn’t even on the same floor as her father. She was on level four. The floor where all of the people who have bad magical stuff happen to them go. Francis was completely mesmerized. Never mind that she had just basically apparated to another floor, into a cabinet, but she was on one of the most interesting floors she had ever seen. Never had she been on this floor before.

Of course Francis walked out of the room unharmed and cautiously looked around for a familiar face, but as mentioned these people were completely new to Francis. When she reached the front desk, she clasped her hands around the ledge and then lifted herself up the same way you would lift yourself out of the pool. A bit bold considering the lady she met did not look very pleasant. The lady at the front desk looked rude, and Francis was shocked that she wasn’t being very considerate. She felt like crying at that moment, realizing that she was no long her in her father’s comfort zone. From that moment onward she knew that her and this lady would not be the closest of friends. She was always going to be that little annoying girl who wondered up onto the fourth floor. The lady arose from behind her desk and took the girl by the arm and led her down to her father’s floor: Magical Bites. When they arrived there was her father looking terribly worried, livid, and apologetic all in one. From that day forward Francis was only allowed to go to Mungo’s on rare occasions. On the plus side, she reminded her father, she was going to Hogwarts after-all.

And finally of course it arrived by owl when’s he turned eleven. It was a moment for the ages. No one could have been more excited for Francis to get her letter than Francis herself. Francis was borderline spastic in Diagon Alley. She darted from store to store looking for exactly the most perfect everything. Her favorite store was of course, as it always had been, and always will be, the bookstore. Francis wasted an incredible amount of time there. They eventually had to drag her out in order to finish. But when all was said and done, Francis was finally ready to board that trai—all by herself, but technically not really. She did so fearlessly, not letting the sadness of leaving her parents behind show. By the time she got to school, that sadness had left her completely. She was caught up in everything that was Hogwarts of course. In the early years, Francis was a wild child. It was only when she was provoked that she would get all riled up. She never lost her adventurous streak and for a while there rules were things that got in the way of her fun. Grandmother Fenn fixed that problem when her behavior reached her ears. Since then, Francis developed a reputation as, generally, being a well-behaved young woman. She strives to make her grades, but occasionally needing the tutor, and she tries to set goals. She’s stuck with piano, and picked up a number of other things along the way. Reading has helped her settle down a bit, but if she hears the words ‘let’s go outside’ her head perks up and she turns on that goofy smile of hers. She can’t stand to be sitting in the same place for very long, and being bored is never an option if you’re friends with her. The identity of her mother is still at a loss to her. Out of respect for her beloved father, who told her once that when he was ready he would talk, she hasn’t asked a thing, but instead keeps it generally inside.

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I solemnly swear that I, BRITT, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

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