The Basics Full name: Marla Juliet Scrivener Quinlan Gender: female, cisgender Age: fifteen Birthday: april 11, 2007 School year: fourth year Race: Metamorphmagus ☆ Blood Status: pure-blood

The Magical Amortentia: Cinnamon, fireworks & leather Boggart: void of nothing Thestrals? yes. Patronus: n/a ◦ ◦ ◦

Appearance:

After a whole year of simply disappearing from everything relating to social or extracurricular activities, in her fourth year Marla decided to chop her hair to just below her neck. It was still a washed-out brown, albeit optional this time since she'd taken a liking to it after being used to it for so long through the last two years. With her spunk back though, it went back to still being crazy and sticking out in the most inconvenient of places. Her eyes were a light brown, resembling liquid gold when the sun happened to hit them. They were almond-shaped and rarely hid any emotions of the girl's, whether it be excitement or pure rage, to anyone paying attention it would most definitely give away how she was feeling. While still being lively, bags made their home under her eyes after countless nights without sleep.

To her advantage, Marla had finally grown past the 4ft mark and in the past year or so had gotten to 5'2. With a now semi-normal height for a girl her age, she'd seemed to leave her awkward phase behind and started growing into all her previously oversized clothes. Being vertically challenged was one of the few things she was extremely insecure about, so whether this was a blessing or a curse wasn't very clear, considering she'd definitely be much cockier with a few extra inches on her belt. Her skin was still pale, but flushed with color and was more of an olive tone, still with a plentiful amount of freckles dawning her face and arms.

Marla was a metamorph, and didn't truly know until recently since the gift had skipped a generation and was passed down to her mother, who she can't ever recall meeting. Due to this, however, the girl is able to change her appearance at will and does so often to practice... And mess with people. But mostly practice. And if her emotions are in turmoil and she can't control it, her hair or eyes might change color depending on how she's feeling. However, she'll also use her talents to simply make herself look slightly different to her advantage. If she feels like having a thinner nose that day? Done. Blue eyes? Check. It's all become a routine for the girl, so it's hard to recognize her at times, with rapidly changing every now and again.
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Previously striking, with vibrant red hair and golden eyes dancing with mischief of every kind, Marla's appearance now resembles an extinguished flame. Her hair a washed-out copper color, flat and short, no longer having a mind of its own. As for her eyes, they are chocolate brown, appearing even darker sometimes with the hollow sleepiness that encircles them. They're just a tad too big for her face, making her resemble a deer in the headlights. Due to hours inside with her nose burrowed in a book, her skin appears pasty white with faded freckles splattering her face to match.

One thing that hasn't changed about her appearance too much is her height. To Marla's advantage, over winter break she grew 2 inches, making her stand at 4'4. While this is one of her greatest insecurities, and will most likely snap if anyone mentions it, being vertically challenges does have its advantages. One of her favorite hobbies in Hogwarts is to sneak out, and being as short as she is makes it much easier not to be seen. She can slip in and out of any nook and cranny with ease, something she definitely takes for granted. The girl also has nearly no skin on her bones despite being quite lazy, though it's barely noticeable since she hides under baggy clothing and robes.

Marla was lucky enough to inherit her mother's talents as a metamorph, meaning that she is able to change her appearance at will. However, she has a bit of trouble controlling it, especially when her emotions are extremely strong (which is almost all the time). Her hair will randomly become extremely red and poofy, or blue and flat, or maybe she'll grow a few extra centimeters if she's especially angry, though she does use her ability to her advantage with mischief as well.

Personality:

Marla's personality is most definitely something not to be reckoned with. To say it has its up and downs would be an understatement. Most people are surprised to discover this because she does seem timid at first. But just spending a few minutes with the Gryffindor and one will learn that she's courageous and loyal to a fault, as well as extremely reckless, almost dangerously so. She's pretty quick-witted and has plenty of acquaintances, though it can be challenging to actually get to know her. Through her upbringing and even on some occasions at Hogwarts, she has been lied to and betrayed, making her wary of trusting others. However, if you share her passion for mischief and can be a little ballsy, she'll warm up to you in no time.

But just because Marla likes to make friends doesn't mean she's afraid of having enemies. If someone even messes with someone she loves, they've just earned either a hex or a punch in the face. Or if they've riled her up enough, maybe both. She also has her fair share of mood swings, meaning that sometimes Marla will be mean just for the hell of it, though this doesn't happen often, and while that doesn't justify it, she'll usually regret it later in the day.

Marla is a naturally curious and intelligent person, and when she's dead set on what she wants she might unintentionally manipulate someone to do her bidding, going to any lengths to get what she wants. Marla is also a loose cannon, almost anything will set her off into a rage, making her very unpredictable and impulsive. This is a bad combination with her pride, since she'll more than often choose her reputation over what's right. She also has a tendency to break the rules, a fiend for the adrenaline rush of going against authority. Though, despite all this, Marla does have good intentions and is a considerate and loyal person to those she holds dear.

Marla owns a 22.2 cm (8.7 in) wand carved from ash wood with a unicorn hair core.

Ash wood: Loyal, stubborn. Commonly seeks out courageous witches, will only let its power and skill be used by its original owner. [x] Unicorn hair: produces the most consistent magic, very faithful and loyal, most difficult to turn to the dark arts. [x] It is a dark, orange-tinted brown, the handle having dipped ridges.

History

Marla Quinlan. To be blunt, she was not supposed to happen. Her existence alone strengthened an already evident rift between two very prominent pure-blood families in the wizarding world: the Quinlans and the Scriveners. Both families are strictly pure-blooded and have had a fiery rivalry for centuries. However, Marla's parents, Aurelia Scrivener and Julius Quinlan were both rebellious by nature and somehow ended up in a secret relationship outside of their already existing marriages. Her father never said it outright, but Marla does know that she broke her family apart. Especially after her mother apparently died in a car accident when she was a year old. Marla is the one thin, brittle string connecting two clans that instinctively loathe each other.

Her family tried to convince themselves that she was a squib. That someone so shameful from birth did not deserve to inherit the miracle that was magic. She lived with the Scriveners in England for most of her life, seeing her father on major holidays. The Scriveners used magic in front of her, and Marla thought it was normal, that everyone could do that. They wouldn’t tell her otherwise or take the time out of their day to educate her. However, just because they were open about their abilities didn’t mean that they were fond of the girl. Marla was the spitting image of Aurelia Scrivener, her mother. The woman that caused this turmoil and brought shame to the entire family. She was an enigma, simply a bad memory that wandered the halls of the manor.

Around seven years old, Marla had enough of the mistreatment in her household. Seeing all the other children in her school receive affection made her realize that her living situation wasn’t normal whatsoever. What had she done wrong? If they were going to make her life a living hell anyway, there wasn’t much she could lose. So, walking in her parents’ footsteps, she began to rebel. Sneak out at night, break things in screaming matches with her family, any inconvenience that would put a menacing scowl on their faces. Primary school wasn’t any better, with her talking about how her family did chores around their manor, the house-elves, the dishes that did themselves...They thought she was mad. It didn’t get any better when things became overwhelming and she started taking out her anger in class too. Yelling at fellow students, staff, shoving books off of shelves. It all resulted in many after-school detentions and while it was boring, it kept her from being at home.

However, there was one beacon in Marla’s life. Her paternal uncle Cormac. He didn’t agree with many of his family’s beliefs and saw the fiery spark in his niece that no one else did. They bonded immediately, with common interests and personalities. She looked up to him, and he truly cared about her. Marla always would ask if she could move in with him… But knew that her family wouldn’t let her. The press knowing that she had moved in with her uncle would be horrible for the Scrivener’s reputation, and they wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that they couldn’t keep a close eye on her in the manor. Even then, he was still the only one who sent her gifts on holidays, and it meant everything to her.

However, even Cormac couldn’t fix everything.

In the middle of the vast and grand entrance of the house, Imogen had begun lecturing Marla about getting in trouble at school. She was annoyed, but it wasn’t unusual. Her grandmother had done worse than yelling at her. But a snide comment that slipped out of the girl’s mouth turned things ugly quick, and they began getting more heated than usual. Back and forth it went, Marla’s pent-up emotions getting more and more hard to suppress. Until Imogen screamed at the top of her wicked lungs, her face distorted with rage, the delicate muscles and bones on her brittle, old neck contracting with each and every heaving breath she took. Most of the angry adjectives and verbs flew past her ears and felt like a strong gust of wind instead, making her face go cold and devoid of color. One word stuck with her though, and hit straight into her chest like a gunshot.

Mistake.

Ever since she was little, Marla knew that her family didn’t care about her. She knew that she was a mistake. But hearing it out loud just made it that more real. She knew she wasn’t wanted. But having it be unspoken was okay for her, she could just ignore it and live in her own little world. But that word lingered in the air as everything fell silent in her eyes. It was heavy, a tar-like substance that caused her to lose her breath. Marla felt herself slowly break into pieces as she screamed, letting everything out she harbored against those wretched heathens she was forced to call family. Lights flickered rapidly as the room shook, more than a few lightbulbs breaking. Books, candles, and anything lying on a surface had become airborne, the small girl on the floor sobbing. Her grandmother looked at her in horror as everything stopped, a loud thunk as everything fell limp to the ground, once again lifeless. This was the moment Imogen Scrivener realized Marla was a witch. That they couldn’t hide her any longer from the wizarding world. The living, breathing embarrassment they spent so much of their lives laboring to hide was inevitably going to be shown off to the entire world.

And they let her slip through their fingertips.

Before she could even process what was going on, Marla had started moving on her own. Taking none of her belongings except for a few extra pounds she had in her pockets as she ran towards the train station. Only one name showed up in her mind. Cormac. He would help her. She didn’t have to pretend with her family anymore. She hated them and was never going back to that prison.

After contacting her uncle and vaguely telling him the story, she’d been picked up and stayed at her uncle’s house for the remainder of her childhood in Melrose, Scotland. It was a gorgeous place, and the rest of her life was thankfully uneventful. Scotland was gorgeous, and she finally was able to be in a healthy place where she could be herself unapologetically. It was freeing, and her uncle would finally teach her about the ways of the wizarding world, letting her know what was normal and what wasn’t. After spending the last two years of her life before Hogwarts being properly educated on things, she understood much more about the different norms between magic and muggle.

Afterward, she was given her Hogwarts letter at eleven which was expected after her first instance of magic, though it was exciting all the same. She went to Diagon Alley with her uncle and after a few weeks was sent on her way.

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