DAVENPORT, felicia

name: Felicia Marie Davenport
age/year: 16; sixth year
date of birth: March 13th
house/occupation: Gryffindor
bloodstatus: half-blood
wands: ten inch, oak, chimera scale fragment
broom: a hand-me-down Cleansweep 2000

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height: about 5'7"
weight: about 110-120
general description: Felicia is a little taller than average height, but considers herself too tall. She's got beautiful, long, blonde hair that reaches her shoulders (at least). She has hazel eyes, and full lips. To compliment these features, she has a nice, solid jawline.
face claim: Amanda Seyfreid

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likes: Animals, Flowers, Music, Family, Friends, Red, Orange, Reading, School, Studying  
dislikes: Fights, Fear, Bullying, Snotty People, Complaints, Death, Reptiles, Frogs, Dirt/Mud/Sand/Ect., Dirtiness, Drugs
strengths: Sweet, Sensitive, Strong, Tenacious
weaknesses: Pushy (Kind of), Care free, Unfocused
dementor: Parent's divorce
boggart: She will get abandoned
mirror of erised: To be rich, To be loved, To be noticed
amortentia: Roses, Daisies, Carnations, Lilacs
veritaserum: Crushing on @goldenlion, Scared of being abandoned, having no friends, and being alone 

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mother: Meghan Cleo Davenport (nee Ross), unknown
father: Richard Markus Davenport, 45
siblings: Mitchell Casey Davenport, 19
pets: Doofus, her cat
history:
Felicia Marie Davenport was born to Meghan and Richard on March 13th. She was born in the muggle world, since her Father is a muggle. Her Mother, Meghan, however, was a pureblood.

Felicia first started showing signs of magic when she turned tweleve. She was playing in the backyard with her older brother, Mitchell. They had been playing catch, and one of the times Mitch threw her the ball, Felicia remembers being scared that it would hit her smack dab in the face.

When she lifted her hands to cover her face, the ball stopped dead in it's tracks, and fell to the ground. Felly can remember gasping, screaming, and running in to ask her Mother what had just happened. So, basically, she was rather scared the first time magic entered her life; but now she's learned that it's a good thing, if you use it that way, but is definitely scary if you use it harmfully.

Besides that, Felly lived an overall normal childhood (well, as normal as you can get for a witch or wizard), and a happy one, too. Until her first year at Hogwarts.

That was when her parents sat her and Mitchell down and told them they were getting divorced. Now, to a tweleve year old, this is the end of the world. And therefore, it caused Felicia a huge amount of pain. She felt completely void and empty for a long time. 

At first, Felicia had a hard time when she returned to Hogwarts. She had troubles making friends, and keeping up in her classes; as she always had a wondering mind. Though, she found a love for plants and animals that subdued the pain. 

After that, she started making more friends, and got her grades up. Now, she's no model student, but she does get decent grades and keeps herself more focused. During her last year (year five), something most interesting happened.

Last year, Felicia met Ezio. Now, while most of their conversations consisted mainly of "hellos" and "goodbyes", a few of them were about Quiditch, school, and whatever crazy happenings were going on in their lives.

While Felly is nearly head over heels for Ezio, he probably didn't even notice her. So, she made it a goal for this year to make him notice. That way, if she fails, at least she tried.

Overall, Felicia is a strong, good-hearted sweetie; but she's got her problems like everyone else does. She's been through alot, but she's willing to at least try and fix whatever she can. This has made her kind, willing, and trustful.

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alias: Kay
age: --
experience: 3-4 Years
sample:
Using the one from @kay1's application!

When Lizzie mentioned to the other two older ladies that she was working with at the hospital gift shop that she was meeting somebody at the coffee shop by the visitor’s entrance, they couldn’t help but pester her with questions. ”Who would that be? Is your mom well enough to come visit us?” “Oh, is it a boy? Are you meeting a boy for a date, is that it?” The second one hit the nail right on the head, and the moment she admitted that all hell went loose. These women that she was working with that were training her so that she could take her mother’s volunteer position while she was sick were both well into their senior years and had both been married for a long time and had kids and grandkids galore, and even that didn’t stop them from gushing and acting like age-old romantics.

She had tried her best to tell the ladies that it wasn’t anything serious. How big a deal could it really be when they were having coffee at a hospital coffee shop anyway? How it had happened was that she had given Tegan, the man in question, her number at the bookstore where she held onto a paying full-time job after he had asked her out of the blue if they could see each other again sometime. It had been a slightly awkward encounter, mainly because Lizzie had been dancing at the back of the store and had bumped into him and dropped the books she had been carrying in the process. Not exactly the most graceful way to meet a guy, especially as attractive a guy as she remembered Tegan to be. There was a possibility that her imagination had taken hold between now and the last time she had seen him, but she doubted her mind had exaggerated his hotness too much. Truthfully he hadn’t been the first person in the past two months to take an interest in her, but she had been putting off their seeing each other again for over a month because of how busy she had been with the holidays and then with her mother’s treatments that she finally she had time to see him again, even if it was just for coffee once her shift was done.

Tegan had gotten a hold of her after she had given her cell phone number to him that evening at the bookstore, which was how she had managed to arrange these plans with him. Lizzie had wondered if he may have found it odd to be seeing her again at a hospital of all places, but she had explained that she had a volunteer job in the Auxiliary, aka the gift shop, and he didn’t seem to have any problem with the location, so it had actually worked out for the best. At this point in time, she didn’t know a whole lot about Tegan, and she hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him very much about herself either. One thing that she was reluctant about was mentioning the fact that she had a mother with Non-Hodgkins lymphoma, which was a type of cancer that she was currently getting treatment for, and that was the reason that she had moved back to Charleston, back into her childhood home (a fact that was a bit embarrassing to admit) and why she currently had a job as a bookstore key holder as opposed to what she had wanted to do her entire life and had eventually begun to do back in New York City. Even if it was something that she was scared to talk about, at least to a guy that she was interested in, she needed to be with someone that could handle the truth and understand that this was what was going on in her life right now. If that was something that they couldn’t handle, then she was better off without; she had to focus on her parents right now, since they were the reason that she was back in Charleston in the first place.

While she may have been pretending that this coffee date wasn’t that big of a deal to the older ladies that were training her in the gift shop, she may have betrayed that when she not only kept glancing at the clock as it grew closer to 1 o’clock, knowing that she had asked Tegan to meet het at the shop at that time, but when she turned to both of the ladies when he would be arriving at any minute and she asked him, ”Do I look okay?” She had on a white and yellow floral print dress she was wearing with black leggings and yellow ballet flats. Her nails were alternating colours, pink and lighter pink, and she was wearing light traces of make-up and had on an Adidas perfume that had a clean and classic scent. The women smiled and both could tell that she was growing nervous; a sure sign of a girl ready to fall in love. ”You look beautiful, honey” one of them told her, and Lizzie nodded, accepting that answer and glancing over at the clock again. She made sure she had her I.D. card with her, not wanting to leave it here like she had in the past.