Jean Kavanaugh
Jean Kavanaugh
Portrayed by Bonnie Wright
Full Name Jean Marie Kavanaugh
Class Witch
Birthday February 17, 1991
Age 20
Height 5'6"
Build Athletic
Eyes Blue
Hair Brown
Factions N/A
Occupation University student, part-time bike courier

Claim to Fame

Jean is in the 2nd year of a 4-year undergrad program at U. of London.


  • Born in a small, rural town in North Devon, one of many daughters of a Witch;
  • Comes from a large family — all girls, the local joke among family friends being that her father is something of a 'womanizer' (which really isn't true: He only has eyes for his wife… obviously, given the size of the family);
  • Jean is the youngest of the lot, and was something of a 'surprise';
  • Family owns a struggling farm, which their mother supplements by working as a drop-in care-assistant for the large number of retired and elderly people in the region;
  • The family is close-knit, and Jean is close to her sisters — though that doesn't stop 'em from scrapping occasionally; together with their mother, the handful of girls make a small, familial coven;
  • Jean has always been enthusiastic about magic, and occasionally takes it for granted; she has developed a high level of skill with a broad base of spells, though she hasn't mastered very many high-level spells at all, thanks to her youth and her mother's pragmatism;
  • Like her sister Corrie, Jean has more of an independent spirit than most (though not all) of her sisters — most of whom decided to settle close to home, either to help with the farm or do take up nursing or teaching or the like (one even runs a small country gift and market);
  • Her goal is to become a globe-trotting archaeologist (she has a real 'thing' for pulp-fiction adventure story archaeological action-heroes like Indiana Jones and Lara Croft, as well as something of a crush on one of her archaeology profs);
  • She is currently studying archaeology and antiquities at U. of London, and working part time as a student research assistant and occasional bike courier;

Character Details

Jean can be a real dichotomy, really. A sensible, pragmatic nature is constantly at war with a fiery yen for adventure. She's still in that 'reckless' stage of life — her late-teens/early-twenties, with all the enthusiasm and energy that implies.

That said, she cherishes hearth and home, family and friends; she just doesn't believe they should stop her from fulfilling her dreams.


Image Name Race Relation Notes
ds01.jpg Corrie Kavanaugh Witch Sister Jean loves Corrie. Heck, she's close to all her sisters. And, there's a part of her that expects she could be closer to Corrie than all the others, thanks to the similarity of their natures. But, Corrie can sometimes be a little too over-protective — which drives Jean nuts. So, yes.. she's been known to do things for no other reason than the fact she knows it'll wind the elder Kavanaugh girl up and set her foaming.
jcb01.jpg Min Blake Werewolf Best Friend Min is Jean's best friend, but she knows he's a little messed up. Still, she loves him (no, not that way), and watches out for him as much as he watches out for her. Together, they're trying to work through his Werewolf condition.

Field Study Journal

Down the Rabbit Hole
Date: 07 Mar 2011 20:32
Author: ElectricMayhemElectricMayhem

Min stepped into the unusual chamber ahead of her. As Jean cleared the entry and moved away from the gap in the wall a rough scraping noise caused her to glance back over her shoulder. The metal sheet Min had initially drawn open slid back into place, revealing nothing more than the same red brick that comprised the rest of the curving interior wall. She glanced up. The ceiling was high enough that she could stand upright, though Min had to hunch his shoulders some. Outside, she was sure it hadn't looked that high. A single, caged halogen bulb hung down about a hand's length from the centre of the conical apex of the chamber.

“Told you it was ace,” Min said smugly, stepping down on to the first metal step, fingers brushing the brick wall.

Jean stepped over to the edge to peer through the metal grating, down the twist of stairs. “Where's it lead?”

“Down,” Min replied — entirely unhelpfully, as far as Jean was concerned, but it was a typical response. As she snirked, he smirked. “I ain't been down the whole way. But, there's doors every so often. I peeked in one. Leads off into some old brickworks, 'cept it looks like somethin' outta some Victorian horror novel — all gas lamps and weird gears and such. I woulda gone in further, but I heard voices below. Smelt somethin' kinda funny.” He flashed her a wide grin. “So, you know, I figured I'd wait until I could bring back-up.” He wiggled his fingers at her as he said it.

She rolled her eyes and flipped a hand to gesture about the odd little chamber. “You know this isn't natural, right? You know just by steppin' in here, we're dealing with magic neither of us has any clue about, right? That we could — quite literally — be getting into somethin' way over our heads.” A beat. “And you realise that if Corrie has to call the family to come bail our arses outta touble she'll castrate you and lock me away for the next five years, right?”

“Nah, ” Min quipped, barking a quick laugh. “She loves me. You, she'll kill. Light you up and burn y'to dust so's you can't come back as a zombie to harass her. But, me? She'll mount me furry head on a wall an' use it as spell target practice for the next fifty years. C'mon, then. Time's a-wastin'.”

Jean laughed at that. “Just so's we're clear, 's all.”

“Crystal.” Min eased his way down the stairs with an almost careless grace. The wolf in him showed in the forward tilt of his head and the occasional moment he'd pause to sniff at the air.

Jean, on the other hand, ran through a litany of her strongest spells in her head. It occurred to her, as she did, that, really, she didn't have a whole lot of offensive options: A fireball spell she'd cribbed off of Rosie — one Mum didn't know about; and a wind spell she'd discovered the final components to earlier in the autumn — though she was still perfecting it. But, providing they didn't run across more than a couple of… well, whoever it was that inhabited this place, they'd probably be fine with the hold, toss, and cover spells she knew like the back of her hand.

Both of them tried to step lightly. Their boots were soft-soled, sure enough, but the edge of the rubber still made a light tick with each step unless they eased very carefully from one step to another. It made for slow progress, really. But that suited Jean just fine; it gave her a chance to examine the impossible tower as they went.

There were caged lights at regular intervals, affixed to the walls. The bulbs, however, changed as they descended. First they were the halogen of the top level. Eventually, however, they became incandescents — and even those changed to earlier and earlier sorts of bulbs, the deeper they went. As Min had said, doors appeared on landings at irregular intervals. Like the bulbs, they changed styles the deeper they went. Modern steel gave way to heavier iron, which looked remarkably like the strapped and riveted blast doors on old steam ship boiler rooms.

“How far down did you say you went the last time?”

“Oh, I dunno. Somewhere 'round here, I s'pose. Doors looked like that. Smelt like a coal factory, though.”

“And this one doesn't?” To Jean's unsophisticated nose, the whole place smelt manky. Perhaps not like a coal factory, no. But, then she'd never been up close and personal with a coal factory.

“Well, no. Not exactly.”

“How far down do you think it goes?”

“Pretty far.”

Jean peered down the centre once more. Gradually, the tower had been widening. The stairs were still just as narrow, but the gap between the walls was now several yards. She'd come to realize that the change in lights happened with the change in doors. More than that, the lights were becoming spaced further and further apart, too. She suspected that, soon, the only place there might be a light was where there was a door, too. The stairs would become treacherous before much longer.

“Yeah, well I don't know that I want to go all the way to the bottom,” she decided. She moved to the door on the landing upon which they'd paused and placed her ear against it. “Hear anything?” His hearing was vastly better than hers.

“No. But, that don't mean nuffin. It's a pretty heavy door.”

“Does it open?”

“I dunno.”

Again, Jean rolled her eyes. “'Course you don't. Move, then.” She wrapped her hands around the latch handle and pressed down on it. She had to use quite a bit of strength — not to mention body weight — to lever it down. With a protesting groan and a thump, it shifted, and the door began swinging towards her. She moved away from it and peered around the edge as it swung open. An empty arched hallway stretched beyond it, though not for more than a couple of hundred feet. It was lit with bare bulbs hung from the ceiling, their model very early in terms of light bulb design. “Smell anything?”

“No. But, maybe hear somethin'. Sounds like a bunch of people.”

“Let's go take a look.”

They walked the corridor as quietly as they'd descended the stairs, though they were able to move a little more swiftly here. Coming to the end, they found the corridor spilled out to the left into a junction. The sounds of people became much more evident, here. Jean stepped out into the crossing and listened. The sounds came from the right, down a corridor that stretched off in the same direction they'd been travelling down the first.

She whispered a soft spell and sent a wispy ball of light — a predecessor to Rosie's fireball spell — floating down the dark corridor straight ahead of them. From what she could see, it ended about a hundred feet down in a fall of bricks and mortar. She did the same with the corridor to the left. It stretched an impossible distance along, a distance that very well should have run straight through the center of the tower… but apparently didn't. It also, however, appeared largely empty.

“Right,” she decided, straightening determinedly. She flashed Min a grin. “Let's go see where the people are.”

Min gave her a reciprocal grin and led the way down the corridor. Jean learned a long time ago that he preferred to 'take point', whenever they were going into new places — even before he was bitten. Fact is, he likely wouldn't have been bitten, were it not for that tendency. It likely would've been her, instead. But that experience hadn't changed anything… except, possibly, make him more determined than ever to keep ahead of her that way.

They emerged from the corridor onto a metal catwalk. That was something of a surprise. But, it was nothing to the noise that assaulted them once they passed through the stone archway onto the bridge. The sound of a veritable marketplace drifted up from below. Jean stepped up to the rail and looked over.

In fact, it was a market… set into an impossible cavern that arched high above them. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, though none were closer than several hundred feet above. In places, stalagmites created natural obelisks around which strings of coloured lights were wrapped. Occasionally, stalactites and stalagmites blended into full floor-to-ceiling buttresses that gave the the cavern an almost cathedral-like quality, save for the hawking, barking, and babble of voices that belied any illusion of sacredness.

They descended the twisted, metal stairs down onto the market floor. Scents that were mere suggestions above became stronger at ground level. They caused Min's eyes to water, and even set Jean to blinking a little at the acridity. A light haze of yellowish fog or perhaps smoke — the kind Victorian Londoners used to call 'pea soup' — gave an indistinct quality to anything further away than about fifty feet. Between the buttresses were makeshift shanties housing shops of all sorts, their wares displayed on jury-rigged trestles and shelves, in baskets, and even on rough mats and blankets. Further strings of lights, barrels of oddly coloured fire, gas lamps, and lanterns lit the pathways between the shops.

The costumes on passers-by ranged from vintage chic to grubby rags, and seemed to span any number of time periods. For the most part, they looked human. But, there were a couple of moments when Jean just wasn't so sure. “What is this place?”

Min blinked owlishly at her. “Beats the hell outta me…” Still, his grin returned quickly enough. “Let's go ask someone.”

Off the Beaten Path

06 Mar 2011 00:08
He led her to a round unit about halfway down the line. Slipping between it and its neighbour, he ran his fingers lightly along the edge of one riveted panel. It slid aside to reveal the interior of the unit…

…which looked nothing like what the interior of an hvac unit should look like… Read full text ⇒

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