Isabelle Beaulieu (Belle)

Name: Isabelle Beaulieu
Age: 15
Profession/School Year: fifth year
House: Wonderland

Wand: 7.5" Hawthorn. Unicorn hair.

Patronus: Blue bird. It represents her intense desire for freedom and release from her betrothal, something she wants more than anything in this world. She thinks about her favorite story, one about a girl who was cursed to live her days as a bird and her nights as a woman. The story reminded her of her life and how she's bound to an arrangement she had no say over and how she longs to live her life as her life and not as the wife of that borish... brainless...

Boggart: Ending up with someone she doesn't love. Living a provincial life.

Mirror of Erised: Living a life of adventure beside someone who understands her.


Parents’ Names: Maurice Bealieu
Siblings: none
Others: Phillipe (horse, home in France with her father)


Belle is a very attractive young girl. In the tiny French village she grew up in, everyone would talk about how beautiful she was, but at the same time, they wouldn't hesitate to throw in how oblivious she is. Even though she was only a child when she lived there, they always refered to her as "odd" and "peculiar". She doesnt' pay any attention to what they say, although deep down inside it has always bothered her, something she wouldn't let anyone know. She doesn't have any vain qualities and doesn't see herself for as pretty as everyone else does.

Belle has long, brown hair, most often tied back in a low ponytail. Strands from her ponytail always seem to be falling out and she's having to push them back into place. It can get rather frustrating. She tends to wear vibrant colors, not wanting to fade into the background and be just like everyone else. Having to wear house robes really hampers this for her. Most of Belle's intelligence over the years has come from her love of books, providing her with a wide vocabulary, active imagination, and open mind. She is very confident and outspoken in her opinions, and dislikes being told what to do. She is very headstrong and highly opinionated and never falters in her beliefs.


Read.
Travel.
Dance barefoot.
Ride horseback.
Daydream.


Isabelle is muggle-born through and through. Belle's birth killed her mother. Maurice found out early that something was different about her. She could make things happen just by looking at them. Like moving something. Making things apparate from one place to another. So, he sought out answers. A local wizard and witch heard a muggle was asking questions about strange things that people just thought he was crazy about. But they approached him and told him exactly what his daughter was. She was a witch. Of course, that frightened him, but they promised him they would help raise her, as long as he committed her hand in marriage to their son when they were of age.

Isabelle has never liked the fact that she's engaged to be married when she's barely seen little bits of France, and bits and pieces of Europe and Asia on the long train ride from France to Germany that she takes twice a year to attend the Disney Academy. She's only 15. To think that she's supposed to marry someone, a guy she can hardly stand, in just a few short years is beyond her. There's so many things she wants to do. She wants to visit the pyramids and take a slow boat down the Nile in Egypt. She wants to visit Big Ben in London, England. She wants to go horseback riding in Spain. There are so many things she wants to do that she won't be able to do as a wife and mother of six or seven boys.

She always knew she was a witch. Her father told her she was from the beginning. He wanted to be honest with her, especially with the deal he made conserning her magical teaching she made, and how she was to marry when she was of age. She never blamed her father for what he did. She understood. Not only was he a single father, but he was a single, non-magic using father. She couldn't have expected him to take care of her all by himself, so she understood him reaching out. She didn't necessarily like the deal that had been struck, but she would abide by her father's wishes. He was her father, and there was no one in this world she loved or trusted more.

When she got her letter to the Academy, she wasn't sure she wanted to accept and move away from her father. A whole schoolyear away from him would be hard, but this was seven years she was looking at. Her father convinced her she should go. Especially since her betrothed was attending there as well and his parents would be staying in Neuschwanstein during the school year, and she would spend all school breaks with them. She didn't like this, but she agreed to this because she knew she had no other choice. She's now returned to the school for her fourth year.

Isabelle walked through the courtyard of the castle, her nose stuck in a book as usual. If only her life could be as wonderful and exciting as they were in the books she read. Yes, they were all fiction, and she should probably spend a little more time on her studdies, but the only classes that really held her interest was History of Magic and Muggle Studies. She enjoyed the History of Magic because at least there was some sort of adventure and people from places she didn't understand but wanted to get to know, and with Muggle Studies, she could appreciate her heritage more. Plus, having grown up with a muggle father, and in a muggle community, she was able to add to class discussions. Most of the students didn't enjoy all the things she had to say, except for the fact that she took up most of the time and they didn't have to listen to the professor, but the professor loved all she had to add to the class discussions. It was more often than not just the two of them discussing, but it at least passed the time.

But what she really enjoyed were stories of distant lands, lands she wouldn't give up being able to go to no matter how much her future loomed in front of her, daring sword fights, where the guy always defends the girl, magic spells... alright, so she had that here, and she was actually begininng to wonder what all the infatuation she had with that was... But there was one thing she still wanted for her life. To meet a handsome prince in disguise. Alright, so there was no way a prince would ever take interest in her. She was a witch after all. What prince would want to be with someone as "odd" or "peculiar" as she was? There were certain things that Isabelle wanted out of her life, and she wasn't about to give up her dreams just because her father had made an arrangement that she had no say over. She had only been an infant at the time. It was not as though she could say "Papa, I do not wish to marry him," but that had not been an option to her at the time. She could do extraordinary things, but her vocabulary, especially as extensive as it was now, hadn't developed until later.

She sat down on a stump a few yards away from the entrance to her common room. She didn't even have to look to know where she was. She could just walk around, her nose buried deep within the pages of her book, and not run into people or other objects. And as she came up to the stump, she kept hold of the book in one hand and used her other hand to smooth down the length of her flowing Wonderland robe underneath her bottom so she could sit without wrinkling her robe or her skirt she had on beneath.Being a part of the Wonderland House was something she was very proud of. She didn't like the rivalry that was amongst the houses, she didn't believe the Wonderland House was any better than the rest of them, but she felt she belonged in it. When they had placed the hat on her head, purple with silver stars that seemed to glisten like the stars in the night sky, Isabelle had been so nervous. She had no idea what house she shoudl belong to. She wasn't so sure she wanted to be in Shanghai. From the looks of things, they all had the biggest egos in the world, and she was sure she'd never fit in with them. But she had been placed in the Wonderland House, and it was there she actually felt accepted. They didn't judge. They didn't think she should be something she wasn't. They didn't expect something from her she couldn't give. They accepted her for who and what she was.

Turning the page of her book, she smiled. This was her favorite part. It was amazing. It was her favorite part because it was when the heroine met the prince, but the great part about it was that she didn't discover he was a prince until chapter three. Yes, it was her favorite book, and she'd probably read it more times than she'd willingly admit, but it was almost as though she was reading it for the first time every time she read it. She could picture different people and different locations as she read it. Even if it was set in a certain place, she could still imagine the terrain, imagine the buildings, imagine the people all looked different than they did the last time she read it. That was one reason why reading never got boring for her. Even though she may have read a book time and time again, she could always find something new about it to catch her interest. She loved reading, and aside from riding Phillipe, whom she missed almost as much as her papa, it was her most favorite thing in the world to do, and nothing could ever change that.

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