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Clarisse Mosse
Status:
Half-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Coventry, England
Function:
Third year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
32,6 cm walnut wood and troll tail hair
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Although young, Clarisse is showing promise to be a tall spindly witch, with limbs a little too long for the rest of her body. To match, her hair is grown out long too - it falls in wavy dark locks to just about her waist. She wouldn't call it even though - her mum cuts it, and as good as she is with plants, she can't apply splicing and pruning to hair.

As well as the messily cut hair, she also gets her dark brown eyes from her mother. The rest of her features are attributed to her father, from the hooked noise to the tight looking features that narrow her face and make her seem like she's constantly deep in thought.

She is often thinking though. Clarisse likes to question the things around her and challenges everything to an explanation. If she can't get the why of something, she won't stop trying. She's not scared to bug people about it - endlessly, to the point where they give up with her - but if need be she knows the values of a good book and won't hesitate to look it up another way.

Growing up, she was lucky to have parents from both magic and Muggle backgrounds. When her questions ceased on asking her father about advanced physics her primary school didn't dare to teach (advanced for her levels, anyway), she would be able to turn to her mother and ask her why certain magical plants wouldn't grow around Muggles and not rest until she got an explanation she couldn't quite understand. The fact that her parents were so supportive of her pushed her to succeed in primary school and in her exploration of her magic.

Living between both worlds, however, and her constant habit of irritating the ones around her with stupid questions pushed her away from the children around her. Although she made a few friends, and the girl was never seen to be alone or bullied by the others, she never connected and struggles to make some sort of meaningful relation. Sometimes, it just seems a little bit too much work for her.

And for company, she always has her little sister, Isabelle, who's more interested in getting her hands dirty and knees scraped than questions about the world, but is the best sister Clarisse could ever ask for.