look who just moved into 2C! is that BRIANNE TJU? no, that’s definitely CATHERINE “KAT” SOUCIER! rumour has it the TWENTY year old is a MUGGLEBORN and used to be a CHIASSON ACADEMIE student but now SHE/HER spends their time as a TATTOO APPRENTICE. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re ARTISTIC and CANDID, despite being CRUDE and JUDGEMENTAL. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!
unanswered texts from mom, an ocean keeping an old version of yourself at a distance, doodles in pen scribbled in the gaps of ripped jeans, the perfect imagine trapped in a mind, hateful words spoken in harsh whispers following your many steps, a snowglobe world, approaching that gorgeous strange in the bar, a childhood home vandalized with accusations, a hand forever shoved in the camera lens, outfits unfit for the chill weather, and the power of a single photograph.
SEXUAL ASSAULT TW: During her time at Chiasson Academie, Kat had always connected better with the students in the year just above her. And in a school divided by your class, it drove a wedge between her and her classmates. It had been a hurdle that she hadn’t minded much. So what if she hadn’t been selected first as someone’s potion partner? Or that she spent more time in the upperclassmen’s dorm than her own? Then came the party. She had been to parties. She’d gotten drunk. She’d kissed guys and girls. She had even passed out before, had too many drinks and fallen asleep on one of her classmates’ bed. She’d done all that, only that particular night some of the boys had taken pictures. Pictures she hadn’t consented to. Pictures that too quickly circulated around the school. And then the reputation of Soucier the Slut began.
One of the things that keeps her sane, aside from driving her mother mad is art. Nothing with paints or clay or anything intense. Kat stuck to pencil and pen mostly, doing quick rough sketches. Sketches and also her “collage” work. Magazine clipping and postcards and any odd image. Slap a few words on there with a sharpie or cut and paste some shit. It would never go in a museum but Kat was fine with that. People judge enough already. Since being in Britain, and getting a few tattoos for herself, an interest was sparked. She’s still learning the ropes and grabs one too many cups of coffee for the other artists, but Kat likes the idea of a positive permanence, turning the body (a confusing and complicated thing) into a canvas.
SLUT SHAMING TW: Kat’s mom was and remains a helicopter parent. As much as she can be with an ocean between them. Kat’s father, well, he’s mostly clocked out. There had always been tension between mother and daughter, but it grew worse after the rumors in her fifth year. Her mom wanted her to combat it by changing, by wearing turtlenecks and having a bare face free of makeup. Bullshit in Kat’s opinion. She reacted with cutting shorts shorter and making her eyeliner bolder, her words more crude. If her teacher was hot, she’s say it. The truth couldn’t be hidden. And she would not be filtered. In the end, she refuses to apologize for who she is. She had not done anything wrong that night. There was no shame in being blunt, in being harsh, in talking about sex or having sex. But even despite how bold her tongue was, that didn’t mean Kat was exactly lining up to let people in.
Kat disliked her real name. Catherine. So uninteresting. So when she was young she had shortened it, and changed it to a K. Cringey? Potentially. But fuck did it fit.
She chose to specialize in Legilimency and Occlumency in her final years. However, she doesn’t attempt to get into other’s minds willy-nilly. After what happened to her, consent matters beyond words. About the only time she’ll pull out her talents is in the shop. Sometimes a client will come in with an idea in mind and all the description in the world won’t amount to the image in their head. Permission granted, Kat can get a glimpse at what they truly envision.
PLAYED BY: ( vic, est, 26, she/her )
