For all intents and purposes, Regan Lawrence's world might be full of nothing but shinshine and sparkles, because optimism is all she knows. The only child of Caleb Lawrence, quodpot star of the ages, Regan practically grew up at sports games, and to this day considers all her father's old teammates to be like family. With his impressive quodpot talent and exceptional charisma, the press seldom had a bad thing to say about the sport's golden boy, and Regan grew up convinced that her father could do no wrong. He lead the Finchburg team to tournament victories in quodpot twice, each time with Regan cheering wildly in the stands. Caleb's paycheck for such an outstanding quodpot career provided for a very comfortable lifestyle for his family, lasting even after he retired from the league when Regan was 12.

Her father was her favorite parent as a child, mostly because he let Regan do all the things her mother was too strict to allow. Ava Lawrence was as pureblooded as they come, from an old money family who could trace their bloodline all the way up through the Revolutionary War -- and then some. As the only child in the family, many of Ava's expectations and family values fell on Regan, much to her frustration. It wasn't that Regan didn't want to be the ladylike, well to do, sophisticated young woman that her mother expected, it was just that playing in the mud with the next door neighbor boys was so much more fun. Among the various etiquette and decorums taught to Regan, one of the values that her mother regarded highest was that of blood purity. For most of her childhood, Regan was not allowed to play with any of the kids in the area, simply because most of them were mixed blood, and the few purebloods around were regarded as blood traitors for being seen with them. As a result, it was something of a lonely childhood for Regan, whose time was often filled up with "ladylike" activities such as piano lessons, until she started at the Fitchburg School of Magic.

Regan loved school, mostly because she loved having so many people her own age around. She learned a lot at the Fitchburg School, not only in terms of academics, but also in those big Life Lessons. Important things like the fact that the only way she can ride a broom is straight into the ground. And that brown hair is not a good look for her. And possibly most important -- there's nothing wrong with muggleborns. In fact -- Regan rather liked them. Many of her best friends had at least a little muggle blood in them, and the stories they would tell about their muggle family was just fascinating. She wanted desperately to sign up for the class on Muggle Studies, but Regan's mother flat out refused to allow it, even after they had a huge blowup fight (including a Howler that remains Regan's most embarrassing moment). Her mother's attempt to quell Regan's interest in muggle culture worked, and Regan dropped the subject, although she refused to stop seeing her halfblooded friends.

After graduating, Regan floundered for some time, trying to decide what to do with her life. The only thing that really, really interested her was, well, quodpot, and with Regan's absolute ineptitude for any sport requiring coordination (even including wizards' chess), she knew there was no way she would ever be allowed on any team. It was her father's suggestion, and his connections, that inspired Regan to take a job on the business end of magical sports, interning at the Ministry Department for Magical Games and Sports. She loves it there, even if the office is swimming in testosterone and her duties once included taste-testing everything in the Snack Drawer to see if it was still edible. Her job puts her at the very center of all things quodpot, and has even come to give her a decent appreciation for quidditch, although she'll never love it quite the same.

Regan's life was going remarkably well for a while after getting the Ministry job. She had her friends, she had a career she loved, she had her ever increasing collection of outdated muggle magazines. She even had an apartment in town all to herself (with some thanks again to her father who helps pay her rent on months Regan's short), and a fluffy white cat named Bluff who ruled it. Regan was riding so high, something had to happen to cut her down. Just last year the tabloids, caught up in a frenzy when the Fitchburg quidditch team was gunning for the cup, managed to unearth the fact that Regan wasn't her father's only daughter. She found out through the front page spread that she had a half sister named Cassidy, the product of a brief affair with a muggleborn woman. Regan was...shocked, to say the least. Even though she didn't always get along with her mother, Regan still had the childish idea that her parents were in love, always had been, always would be. The separation they've had since the affair came out has torn that idea to shreds, and Regan is still rather hurt about it, unwilling to talk about the subject at all.

She doesn't hold it against Cassidy, however. In fact, Regan was rather eager to officially meet the quidditch player, who she'd seen briefly a few times before. Cassidy even, unwittingly, sparked Regan's interest in muggles again, stemming from the desire to better know her half-sister. Regan's started collecting muggle magazines and batteries of late, the former because they're so interesting to read, and the latter because they make her laugh. She can get a little bit obnoxious with her questions, which Regan will ask of anybody who will listen, but it's all well intentioned. She's just so curious.