old sheets.

i used to keep all of my old sheets on my jump drive, but unfortunately i've misplaced it and lost the sheets. though the characters no longer exist, i like to keep their sheets. just in case.

so, i'm just wondering if the sheets of Éléonore Lemaître, Noémi Benoit, and Iris Ward can somehow be retrieved. if not, then don't worry about it. thanks to whoever tries this. <33333

éléonore lemaître
Uptown girl
She's been living in her uptown world
I bet she's never had a backstreet guy
I bet her momma never told her why

First Name: Éléonore
     Nickname(s): Él
Last Name: Lemaître
Blood Status: Halfblood
Nationality: Monégasque
Spoken Languages:
     Native: French, Monégasque
     Fluent: English
     Conversational: Italian
Place of Birth: Monte Carlo, Monaco
     Current Residence: Ville des Falaises, Monaco
Age/Date of Birth: Fifteen / 29th January
     Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Approved Special Features:

looks
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man

Eyes: Though Él would love to have the type of eyes that people would describe using words like "mesmerizing" and "enchanting", she doesn't think that they're all that great. She has hazel eyes. The inner ring of his iris surrounding the pupil is gold, while the outer ring is thicker and green with a few brownish specks. Él's eyes curve downwards slightly at the ends and if one were to look at them while the girl has her mouth covered, they might get the impression that she's smirking. They're on the larger side, but they aren't exactly huge -- just a little bit bigger than average.

Hair: Éléonore has a head full of dirty blonde hair, though it looks a lot more brown than blonde. The length of the girl's locks varies throughout the year. Éléonore likes the feeling of having things under control and once her hair reaches an unmanageable length (i.e. a couple of inches below her mid back), she cuts it. For the most part, she likes to keep it several inches below her shoulder. Él is highly indifferent when it comes to the style. Mostly, she prefers to braid it or just throw it back in a sleek ponytail. While she normally keeps her hair pin straight, it is naturally a curly "chaotic" mess. Therefore, it is rare for her to wear it down in fear of it returning to its untamed state.

Height:
     Imperial: 5'6"
     Metric: 168 cm

General Appearance: Since she enjoys running about, swimming, and other sports, Éléonore has managed to keep in good shape. She has a slim but athletic build that she tries to maintain by exercising regularly and eating healthily. And due to her small waist and broad hips, in the words of her grandmother, the girl has a "figure to die for." Her arms are not too long or too short, but her hands are small with slender fingers. The main part of her body that she feels really stands out are her legs, which happen to be long and toned. It is because of them that she's an excellent runner and is able to walk fairly long distances without tiring easily. The girl carries herself with sophistication and confidence -- well, she tries -- and stands tall and proud with her head held high and her shoulders hunched back. Her stride, though not awkward, isn't the most graceful and as much as she'd like to appear a little bit taller, she has to stay away from heels. Otherwise she'd be a walking disaster.

The witch is definitely not a striking beauty, but she can be described with words like "cute" or "pretty." Él's face is square shaped with large features that make her look younger than the truth. Her eyes are a little bit far apart and slightly large, glowing with emotion. Éléonore gets frustrated with them because she's often told that they make her easy to read, and while she's not aiming to be a mystery, she doesn't need everyone knowing when she's upset. Atop her eyes sit two short yet thick eyebrows. She also has a wide nose that hooks slightly at the end. Her full lips seem to be stuck in a pout because of the largeness of her lower lip, but they're soft and it radiates her face when the corners are turned upward into a smile.

A lot of exposure to the sun has given Éléonore's skin a healthy look. She has a peach colored complexion and when she's flustered, the redness of her cheeks are very noticeable. Being raised by two men, her father and grandfather, and a granny who firmly believes in natural beauty and detests any enhancements, Él has little knowledge on makeup and therefore does not wear it.

Dressing Style: Éléonore takes pride in her appearance and on special occasions, she dresses in a way that can be considered elegant, but not too flashy. When she's just taking the time out to relax, however, she prefers to dress in plain attire that keeps her comfy. In short, her closet consists of pencil-skirts and blouses, but there are also jeans, shorts, and t-shirts for casualty and comfort. She also owns and wears many robes. As she lives in a wizarding community, she wears them more often when she is at home. Éléonore also likes her school uniforms but she's always preferred the summer ones over the winter ones. She doesn't have much of a colour preference, mainly just pairing what she thinks looks nice together. But as most of her clothes are bought for her by her grandmother, she tends to have more pastel coloured clothing.

personality
And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind

General Character Traits:  Disarray and discord are two words Él keeps out of her vocabulary because they're intolerable in the eyes of the young witch, who believes that everything must be spick and span and in place -- if only to make life easier. Rather than running up and down in search of items, Éléonore likes being able to quickly grab what she wants without a hitch. If she were unorganized and left everything in a catastrophic state, then she'd have to constantly deal with the stress of never having what she needs when she needs it. Or at least that is how the young witch sees it. When it comes to her schoolwork and other important files and papers, she makes sure to keep them all in different carefully labeled folders. Each subject for school has their own folder that is neatly labeled. Her living quarters is always spotless as well as her surroundings in class because if there's one thing the girl hates, it's working in a messy area. Despite her practically insane need for structure, Él doesn't particularly care when others are untidy so long as they keep their messes to themselves and don't expect her to clean up for them.

Obviously the girl likes to have some sort of order in her life which not only includes keeping everything in tip-top shape, but also means she tries as hard as she can not to defy any rules put in place -- once she deems them reasonable enough, that is -- and to respect most authoritative figures. However, if she disagrees with someone (including those put in charge), she is not afraid to lose her manners and "correct" them. After all, Él has her moments when she prefers to be the one in control. She doesn't always know best -- as far as she's concerned, no one really does -- but is convinced that she is capable of being a leader. Naturally, she takes every opportunity she gets to play a mature authoritative role.

When she gets the chance to be in command, sometimes she lets the little bit of power get to her head. When put in charge of groups and functions, Él seems to forget that there is no "i" in "team". The young witch will constantly make changes to what her peers have contributed or even bluntly state her distaste and disapproval of certain choices they've made. She can become quite bossy and overbearing. Being the perfectionist that she is, goes as far as possible to make sure whatever she is working on is flawless. The girl bends over backwards until she is absolutely satisfied and is positive that she gave one hundred percent in what she's doing. Even if she loses sleep in an attempt to gain extra time to work on an assignment, she'll do it. Él basically needs to be satisfied with everything she's done. In this, she is also extremely hardworking and focused, doing her best to strive in school and sports. While this is essentially a good thing for her, it can mean a bit of trouble for others.

Él is always trying to show her worth and maturity, driven mainly by the need to prove that she is nothing like her fickle mother. She also feels as if she'll be taken seriously if she keeps herself presentable and sophisticated. She tries to carry herself with a lot of confidence because of this, which can give the impression that she thinks extremely highly of herself. However, she has her insecurities like most people and despite the fact that she may act sure of herself, she really isn't.

Her bossiness and slight vanity can often leave a bad impression on most, causing them to avoid and dislike her. Because of this, Éléonore has never had a large group of close friends, so she cherishes the few that she does have. She attempts to show this is many ways: she'll compliment them, make (not so great) treats, and sometimes buy them gifts at random if she's feeling extra grateful. The presents are regrettably never large -- just a little something to show her companions that she appreciates them. Él is also fiercely loyal to those who she holds most dear and -- unless they've said or done something that is completely unforgivable -- will stand by their side in a time of need no matter what.

Really, once one gets to know Él a little more, she can be as sweet and as innocent as a kitten. Of course, she has her moments where she's quite vicious but, deep down, she is a kind and caring individual who aims to please. If there's one thing Él absolutely can't stand, it's the feeling of failing or disappointing someone. So she makes an effort to keep most of the promises she has made. Éléonore gets a sense of satisfaction from helping another person or making them smile; it never fails to make her day. One of her best traits is how generous she is and she can give and give and give without ever expecting anything in return. However, Él is not naïve and does not allow people to take advantage of her generosity and kindness. Not everyone can be trusted, which she knows, so she makes sure that when she devotes all of her time to someone, it's someone that she has put all of her faith into and trusts a lot.

The witch is also awfully stubborn, to the point where it can get painfully frustrating. No one can force her into doing something that she disapproves of nor can she be persuaded to give up on something or someone she loves. Her beliefs aren't easily swayed and the girl will argue for what she believes in. She is the type who is angered rather quickly, though she gets over it just as fast. If there's one thing about Él, it's that she is actually a forgiving person, unable to hold a grudge to save her life. Nothing good comes out of staying upset, especially if it's over a petty matter that can easily be resolved.

Likes: Not unlike most people, Él enjoys the feeling of excelling and doing well -- even if she receives no reward for it. One of the things she happens to have a knack for is sports, though she certainly doesn't look like the sporty type at first glance. Her favourite thing to do is run, whether it be competitively or just for fun. Éléonore loves the feel of the soft grass beneath her feet when she makes a few laps around her backyard; there's not much that can get her adrenaline pumping more. The girl is also a huge quidditch fan but she doesn't play. 

Animals are also well liked by Él, who doesn't consider herself a cat or dog person. She likes both animals and appreciates the different qualities that they possess. Horses aren't bad either, and she doesn't even mind insects much. It may be hard to picture someone as "prim and proper" as Éléonore allowing a ladybug to crawl on her arm without throwing a fit, but she has no problem with it at all.

Something she really enjoys, though isn't the best at is painting. It's just a fun hobby for her and a wonderful distraction when she needs one. The girl will paint just about anything, from people to settings to animals; the amount of paintings that she has of her cat is ridiculous. Once she is inspired, she can spend days locked up in her room, working on her picture until she is satisfied.

Dislikes: Out of all the thing Éléonore dislikes, rainy days and thunderstorms probably top the list. Having a love for the outdoors, she loathe the confinement storms cause by keeping her cooped up in her house. She hates the lightning and the thunder especially because of how much they frighten her. For as long as she could remember, she's been afraid of them and would crawl under her blankets and hide from the loud roaring of the thunder in her younger years. Now she just closes her eyes and tries her best to ignore it.

The girl cares about punctuality and therefore hates being late for anything, including turning in assignments. She tries her hardest to meet all deadlines and get stuff done on time. She is an impatient girl and can't stand others' tardiness, either. Él doesn't really have too bad of a temper but if she's planned to meet up with someone, she expects them to arrive on time and is rather annoyed when they don't. In fact, she'll purposely give someone the cold shoulder for a while if they're late without an explanation.

Él absolutely despises telling a lie and strongly believes that honesty is the best trait a person could have. All lying does is give false hope or hurt someone in the end. Obviously, her hatred of lying leads to her dislike of people who commit the act. She especially dislikes those who do it for self-gain. She doesn't understand why some people can risk hurting someone else just because they'll get something out of it. To her, that is self-centered and wrong.

She does not work well under pressure. The young witch tends to get nervous and might even start panicking. Though she herself is rather impatient and hates to be kept waiting, when it comes to working, Él prefers to take her time. She can't procrastinate as it would probably drive her insane to have to complete something at the last minute. Él detests rushed work and would never want to have to produce it.

Habits/Mannerisms: It's not difficult to tell when Éléonore is distracted or nervous because she will automatically bite her lip or start fidgeting, her gaze flying all over the place. The girl also has a good posture, standing tall with her shoulders hunched back.

Strengths: Éléonore is ambitious and has many goals and aspirations that she will do whatever it takes to fulfill. She knows what she wants in life and has set high standards for herself, aiming to make her father proud. Since she is the type to get things done no matter what, Él is rather reliable, once someone can convince her to grant them a favor. Never the type to gossip, even if it doesn't seem that way, Él is also very trustworthy. She has secrets that she wouldn't want everyone knowing about, so why would she go around sharing others'? Competitive in nature, Él enjoys challenges and winning. But she understands that in every competition, there must be a winner and a loser. Therefore she tries to be a good sport, even if she's secretly badmouthing her opponent mentally. She is clever and tends to catch on to things quickly.

Weaknesses: While honesty is normally considered to be a good trait, Éléonore is brutally honest, unafraid to tell it how it is. She does not beat around the bush and she certainly does not sugarcoat anything. Often her honesty is mistaken for intentional rudeness, but in actuality, Él believes that she isn't causing any harm. In her mind, there's no point in trying to soften things up for anyone -- she might as well lie to them. She also has a hard time adapting to change. Something as trivial as the menu at her favourite restaurant adding some new meals can annoy her. Those who know Él know that she is incredibly impatient and has a low tolerance for tardiness. At times, she may also be overly curious, though she usually tries to keep her nose out of others' business.

personal history
She'll see I'm not so tough
Just because
I'm in love with an uptown girl
You know I've seen her in her uptown world

Mother: Colette Lemaître, 34, Papillonlisse
     Blood Status: Muggleborn
     Occupation: Aspiring musician
Father: Luc Lemaître, 35, Ombrelune
     Blood Status: Halfblood
     Occupation: Magizoologist
Siblings: None
Background Story:

                  Before birth

Luc was suave, sophisticated, intelligent, and charismatic. Colette was flighty, artistic, rude, and a bit of a delinquent. The two happened to meet each other in their fourth year through a mutual friend, who honestly only wanted the entertainment of seeing two contrasting personalities feud with each other. Of course that friend got what he'd wanted; their first meeting had been a complete disaster. But Luc, ever the people pleaser, decided to apologize and start anew with the girl. Sure her unnecessary hostility had irritated him to no end, but he couldn't help but to find her rather interesting as well. Fortunately, she'd accepted his apology. Whenever her tried to speak to her, though, she only gave curt responses. Luc could tell that befriending such a firecracker of a person would not be easy, but he was willing to give it a try anyway.

After several months of "wooing", Luc managed to charm the witch. She started to open up more and eventually they started spending almost all of their time together. The two soon started a whirlwind relationship in which neither one could tell whether or not they together or apart sometimes. They managed to make it work until their sixth year, when they finally called it quits and decided to just remain friends.

Even after graduating and pursuing different paths in life, the wizard and witch kept in touch. During their free days, if possible, they'd even meet at a little coffee shop that was nearby to Luc's home and catch up. On one fine evening, rather than having their normal chit chat and goodbye, things moved from the cafe to to the house and they got caught up in the moment. Due to regret and embarrassment, Colette left as soon as possible. Needless to say, it had been a while before they had another meeting at that coffee shop after that.

When they did finally meet up again, Colette brought some big but expected news -- she was pregnant and the child was Luc's. She'd remained quite calm while informing him of this, which he didn't expect. But he should have learned by then that she never ever really did or said what he expected. However, it seemed like he couldn't learn this. He had again expected that after her breaking the news of her pregnancy to him, she would have then gone on to explain her plans to keep and raise the child without his help. He also expected her to state that she never wanted to see him again. Luc had even planned out his arguments in case she did exactly what he expected her to do. Of course, she said the complete opposite.

Colette went into a detailed explanation as to why she couldn't keep and raise a baby; she was still so young, she'd done nothing with her life, she wasn't the motherly type, etcetera. Then, she confessed that she had had plans to basically let go of the wizarding world and to start living her life as a muggle again. Luc honestly could not believe what he was hearing and before she could hurt his head with more of her nonsense, he told her that he had no problem raising his child on his own.

It wasn't long before the baby was born and Luc whisked it away with him. The one indication of any remorse coming from Colette was the longing look in her eyes. But, rather than begging for her child back, the only words she spoke to Luc that day were "Thank you" as she handed the infant to him.

                  Early Childhood

From the minute the infant had been place in his arms, Luc had become determined to make sure that his baby would grow up as happy as can be. He doted on her constantly and showered her with what he was sure was more love than her mother ever could. Undoubtedly, Éléonore was daddy's girl and was fine with just a father. He never ceased to amaze her with how much he tried to fit both parental roles. Of course, she still inquired about the missing piece, her mother, on a few occasions. It was a touchy subject for him but Luc tried to answer as best as he could without painting a bad image of Colette.

The woman had always been an adventure-seeker and constantly explained that as much as she cared for Luc, she didn't want to be tied down. Commitment had never been her thing -- Luc doubted that it ever would be -- and as a young woman, she still had her dreams. For as long as he could remember, she'd spoken about becoming a singer and though he'd thought it all unrealistic, even when they'd broken up, he still supported her. However, she let her dream come before her family and responsibility; she chose to pursue becoming a musician rather than raise her own child.

Luc wrote to her every day, informing her of how lucky they were to have brought a child like Él into the world. She rarely wrote back and Luc knew that it was her pride that kept her from doing so. She didn't want to admit that she was wrong for giving up her baby, and never even bothering to write or visit. Colette also felt like a failure as a mother and expected her child to be ashamed of and disappointed in her. He tried to reassure her that Él would love her no matter what, but Colette was too stubborn, unable to face her own daughter.

Most of Él's time outside of her own home was spent with her grandparents. As a child, she was a timid little thing who enjoyed drawing and reading rather than horsing around with the other children her age. Seldom did she attempt to join in on their fun, which in turn made them jump to the conclusion that she a spoiled, stuck-up brat. Once she got older and began to long for more company, however, she realized that she needed to reach out to people more and gradually started to make a few friends.

At seven years of age, when her grandparents were throwing a party, her grandma decided to put her in the most hideous dress ever. Little Éléonore, who normally respected her grandma and did whatever she said, refused to wear it. After much hassle, her grandmother finally got it on, only to find that it was much too big. Of course, grand-mère was angry that it no longer fit, but she was also quite proud of her granddaughter, who'd shown her first sign of magical ability.

Once he heard the story, Luc decided that it was time for him to fully explain to his daughter what it meant to be a witch. He sat her down and went over everything, going into extreme detail when he described Beauxbatons. Although Él did not fully understand, she got the gist of what he was saying and couldn't wait for her eleventh birthday.

It rolled around soon enough and on that morning, she woke up to find her father holding the letter over her head. Excitement took over her body and she couldn't help herself -- she screamed. Loudly. Her dad only chuckled in response, but Él was happy as a clam. Finally, she'd be off to Beauxbatons!

                  First Year at Beauxbâtons

Although having to leave her father was a mildly depressing thought, Éléonore was more excited than anything to be attending the refined school. Of course, wanting to seem "mature", she acted as if it wasn't a big deal most of the time, despite the fact that she was bouncing off walls on the inside. When she arrived, she was somewhat nervous and not too big on socializing. The students of Beauxbatons seemed to be a welcoming group of individuals though, and she  tried her best to be somewhat sociable and pleasant towards those that started conversation with her. However, she was too enraptured by her surroundings to pay anyone much attention at the time.

In the first few weeks of school, Él paid attention as best as she could to what was being said in her classes, but often found her gaze wandering towards to different people in the room. One of these individuals happened to be Melusine Musel, a fellow first year who Éléonore had recognized from the sorting ceremony and other classes. She had been put in Papillonlisse, which an eleven year old Él believed was rather fitting, seeing as she thought the girl was pixie-like in appearance, and pixies and butterflies both had wings. Melusine must have felt the other girl's gaze on her, because she'd looked up and smiled, causing the Belle to scowl and turn away. Él was sort of envious of Melusine because as quiet and shy as she seemed, she still managed to be well-liked by what seemed liked many. Meanwhile, Éléonore struggled to make friends with her own housemates.

The girl soon managed to find a friend in Friedrich Kielholz, a boy in her year who she'd been partnered up with in a class. They were not exceedingly close at first, only making small talk from time to time. Eventually, after getting to know each other more, they discovered that they had many things in common and grew closer.

As the months went by, Éléonore got to know a few more people. Some she liked and became friends with rather easily; others she had a hard time warming up to and vice versa. Jeremie Pêcheur, a second year Ombrelune, was one of the people who fell into the latter category. As soon as they'd met, the two had gotten into a disagreement about which French quidditch team was the better one. She found him terribly frustrating -- mainly because he couldn't admit that she was right -- but not awful. Though, Él quickly decided that had their argument not been about quidditch, something she enjoyed, she would've disliked him immensely.

Towards the end of the year, young Éléonore really began to think of Beauxbatons as more than just a learning institution and genuinely loved it. Sure, she got a bit homesick once in a while but the girl made sure to write to her father frequently, informing him about all of her classes and friends. When the time came to leave for the summer, had she not been looking forward to seeing her dad again, she would have been a lot more reluctant to go home. However, she'd promised herself beforehand that leaving would not cause her any sadness. After all, she had six more years to attend.

                  Second Year

When her second year came about, Éléonore was determined to excel in all of her classes. She had high expectations of herself and intended to meet those expectations. No one is perfect, however, and she found that no matter how much effort she put into her weakest classes, she still didn't do as well as she wanted to. Eventually she sought help from an older girl, Zoé Deveaux, who was really nice and tried to help Él as best as she could. The two didn't exactly become close friends, but they occasionally spoke when they saw each other around school.

It was also during this year that Él decided to reach out to people more. The girl who she was previously jealous of, Melusine, was slowly becoming a close friend of hers and Éléonore threw any hard feelings she held towards the Papillonlisse out of the window. Although the two weren't the most similar personality wise, they had some things in common and Él enjoyed her company. The girl also started to hang out with Friedrich more and thought of him as the brother she'd always wanted. Whenever something was bothering her, she'd look for him straight away to vent about it, and like the good friend he was, he'd always listen. They had their little spats, but they always got over them in the end.

Another person Éléonore tried to talk to was Sylvain Chéret. The two hadn't gotten along all too well at first; she hadn't been in the best mood when approaching the Ombrelune and was rather rude, which he didn't seem particularly happy with. She tried to apologize later and was met with a curt response, which only angered her and caused an argument. They did manage to clear things up afterwards, and while the two weren't exactly buddies, they tried to be at least civil towards one another.

Her second year finished up a lot faster than she'd hoped, but she was excited to be heading home. Her dad had written a letter to her informing her of a surprise he had once she got back. She was practically jumping for joy once she arrived at the house, her dad laughing as he held her hand firmly. The two of them were greeted at the door by a little kitten. . .and a face that Él recognized yet was still unfamiliar. The girl glanced up at her father, whose expression was one of rage mixed with shock. Confused, Éléonore picked up the kitten and stared at the woman for a minute before finally realizing who it was. She couldn't help it. She burst into tears, placed the cat down gently, and ran into her mother's waiting arms.

Luc interrupted the meeting, asking Él to go to her room while he discussed a few things with her mother. The girl was reluctant to comply at first but, having the utmost respect for her dad, she did as she was told. She didn't even press her ear against her bedroom door to hear their conversation. Éléonore just sat in her room and focused on her newest painting. Although it was a fun hobby, she was certainly no Picasso - yet.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Luc and Colette spoke in hushed tones. The man was completely stressed and her arrival did nothing to help, only giving him an unneeded headache. He interrogated her, wondering why on earth she'd show up when he made it clear that he didn't want her around. Colette insisted that ever since she'd given Él to him and made the decision to stay out of her daughter's life, she'd regretted it. Then she practically begged him to allow her to stay with them and get to know Éléonore more. While he was very unsure and suspected that the witch was up to no good, he gave in rather quickly and gave her permission to stay in the guest room, assuring her that they'd find a way to make this situation work.

When Él found out that her mother would be staying with them, she was ecstatic. There had been a part of her that resented the woman for not wanting anything to do with her, but that had all changed in an instant. As much as she loved her dad, she had to admit that it felt amazing having her mother around. The two were different in many ways, but that didn't matter to Éléonore. She'd learn to appreciate her mother's quirks and hopefully vice versa -- because they actually had the chance for it now.

                  Third Year

The beginning of Él's third year went smoothly and quickly too. Not much had really happen in those first few months of returning back to school. She went to classes, hung out with some friends, and wrote to her dad like always. The humdrum atmosphere soon changed in the month of February, when a group of people known as elementals attacked the school. At first, Éléonore was highly confused about what was going on and afraid. The whole thing honestly spooked her. It was even worse when she found out that a few of her friends and acquaintances were involved in the whole elemental business. The Belle was extremely upset, but she understood their reasoning for keeping quiet -- some students were rather ruthless when stating their opinions on the whole ordeal. Still, she'd have thought that Lucie would've said something. For a while she just avoided talk of it and focused on her studies, but Él couldn't hold a grudge. Soon enough, she let go of any bad feelings she'd had and began opening up again.

While she had thought that this would have strained her friendship with Melusine, it actually strengthened it. The two became even closer than they were before. Él tried not to question too much about her elementalism, though she was curious about it. She just wasn't completely sure whether or not the topic was taboo and she didn't want to accidentally hurt Lou's feelings. Éléonore also made sure to stay friendly towards Zoé, not wanting her to think that she thought differently of her because of her being an elemental either.

As the school year started to wrap up, things slowly went back to normal. Él also got to know a few more people, particularly Diederik van Dijk who she met through Melusine. Él wasn't sure if they'd get along at first, but Diederik was gentlemanly and kind, which she admired a lot. He also liked painting and sports, giving him bonus points in Él's book.

Someone else who Éléonore got to know better was Jeremie, the same one she just couldn't seem to avoid an argument with. However, after speaking more and learning about each other, the two managed to become pals. . .sort of. They seemed to be stuck in the "petty disagreement every five seconds" stage, forever arguing about something. The two of them always managed to resolve their problems just as quickly as they start them, however, and had a bit of an "on-again, off-again" friendship. One minute they were good friends and the next, they seemed to be seconds away from hexing each other.

Él constantly wrote to her parents this year; she loved being able to say "Dear Dad and Mom", she really did. There was nothing much for her to say -- just the same things she always did -- but writing to them, even when Colette wasn't in the picture, was always the highlight of her day. Sometimes she inquired about her little kitten, Marie, that she'd grown to love more than anything. Unfortunately, the letters from her mom suddenly stopped coming, and though her dad made no mention of it in his letters, Él started to become uneasy.

The end of the year soon came again and Él was only met by her father, whose grim expression wasn't surprising to her. She quietly told him that they were better off without her anyway, to which he agreed. He handed her a note written in her mother's messy scrawl and to this day, Él has yet to read it.

                  Fourth Year

In her fourth year, she decided that she was going to distract herself, whether it be with school work (she really wanted to improve her grades in Métamorphose), people, or storage service. While the family drama that had occurred over the summer still left a sour taste in her mouth, Él was determined to get over it. She was no longer a baby, after all, and needed to stop over thinking things and getting so flustered. It had been expected after all. She could admit to herself that although she'd been beyond ecstatic to have her mother around, deep down she always wondered if it was only a matter of time before her mom left.

One of the things she found herself doing a lot was helping out the younger kids of the school. Some of them were a bit resistant, assuring her that they didn't need any of her help, while others seemed to appreciate it. Yvonne Benoir was one student who belonged to the former category, and Adèle Appel was one of those who was grateful for Éléonore's assistance.

Upon first meeting, she and Yvonne had a bit of a clash and while Él tried to get along with her, the girl insisted that she was fine on her own. So, Éléonore left her alone and gave her space.

She met Adèle in the stables and started a conversation with the first year, finding out that she had a love of horses and her own pony named Toulouse. It was pleasant chit chat and the two of them later ran into each other again at the library. The younger girl was struggling with some wand magic and Él offered to help her, which she seemed to appreciate a lot. The two of them soon became closer and Éléonore made it a point to let Adèle know that whenever she needed help with homework or something, she could always come to her.

One day, as the girl was walking around, she heard what sounded like Shakespearean lines being yelled from a random corridor. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to take a peek and spotted a boy who she often saw around but had never spoken to. A giggle fell from her lips at his dramatics and turning to look at her, the boy winked. Though Éléonore wasn't the type to get flustered over such things, it did surprise her, causing her to blush. After talking a bit, she found out that his name was Prosper Lachapelle and over time, the two became friends. His flirting made her pretty uncomfortable though, which seemed to only prompt him to flirt with her even more. This annoyed her a lot, but she was glad to have him as a friend, so she made sure not to be too mean when telling him off. He seemed to find it more amusing than hurtful anyway.

Éléonore also managed to improve her marks in certain classes during this year. She'd assumed that the stress from her mom's abandonment would have poorly affected her school work, but it did the exact opposite. Wanting to keep her mind off of Colette as much as possible, Él focused in class and did her best to work hard. She spent many of her days in the common room or the library with her nose in a book, studying and taking notes to ensure she did well.

She started spending more time with Friedrich and Lucie as well. She gave them a lot of credit, as they did very well with comforting her but also knew when to avoid the topic. Éléonore valued their friendship and often tried to show them her appreciation.

By the end of the year, Él felt a lot better. She wasn't completely over the situation, but she no longer worried about it or blamed herself for it. Instead, she looked forward to seeing her dad who she knew would always be there for her.

                  Fifth Year

Él is now in her fifth year and though much hasn't happened, it's been fine so far. She's been rather lonely lately and though she'd be too embarrassed to ever admit it out loud, she's searching for someone to make that loneliness go away. Other than that, she's been enjoying herself. Once again, she's taken the time to help out a few first years adjust to the place.

Lucielle Lautens, a Papillonlisse, reminds Éléonore a of herself when she was younger and she's quickly taking a liking to the little girl. In helping her with some homework, Él has found that she is very organized. She's not doing the best that she could in some of her classes, though. And Él deciding that Lucy has a lot of potential, has made it her goal to assist the young girl with her work whenever she asks.

An adventurous Bellefeuille, Remy Marat, has also become a sort of friend to Él. She'd spotted him playing around one day and intrigued by the first year, she'd joined in on his game of make-believe. At first, she had half expected him to shun her or find her strange. On the contrary, he seemed to like this a lot and as they spent more time together, Él started to think of him as a younger brother.

Él is looking forward to the rest of the year and hopes that it's a successful one.

beauxbatons details:
She's getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She's got a choice

Strong Area of Magic: Les Arts Créatifs et la Littérature, Occupant de la Faune Magique, Métaphysique
Weak Area of Magic: Tirer les Ficelles du Cerveau, Métamorphose, Le Déguisement et les Moldus
Dreamer or Realist Realist
Arts or Science? Both
Handy Work or Studies? Yet again, she doesn't mind either, but she leans more towards studies.
Life or Death ? Life
Beauty or Efficiency? Efficiency
Complex or Simple? Complex
The moon is ...? in the sky.
Flowers are ...? nice to look at. There are also many in her backyard.
Poetry is ... fun to read, though she's terrible at writing it.
Preferred House: Bellefeuille
Preferred Student Service: Storage Service

minor details
And when she's walking
She's looking so fine
And when she's talking
She'll say that she's mine

Pets: Marie, her cat
Wand:
     Wood: Oak
     Length: Eleven and a half inches
     Core: Merfolk hair
Quidditch position: A (very loud) spectator.
Anything else? Permission to use all characters mentioned in history. (Thanks to all the drivers! <33)
Are You A Native English Speaker?: I don't know if the "Bahamian form" of English can be considered English. But yeah, I guess so. xD

rp response
Uptown girl
She's my uptown girl
Don't you know I'm in love
With an uptown girl

Ah, finally she was home! School was wonderful and all but it was a fantastic feeling to be back in her own house, able to take a breather and relax. Well, until her father bombarded her with questions that he'd forgotten to include in his weekly letters that is. The brunette could only smile and roll her eyes at the thought, watching him as he rummaged through the fridge in search of the ingredients for his "special surprise welcome home dinner." She could never figure out why he bothered to include the word surprise; the dinner was always the same -- pot-au-feu. Being the amazing daughter that she was, she always humored him by putting on the best shocked face she could once it was prepared.

Knowing that dinner would probably take a while, Él decided to pass the time by curling up in her bed with a book. She got up, grabbed one off the bookshelf in the living room, then made her way to her bedroom. Nothing had prepared her for the gruesome sight she was about to behold once she opened that door. Gasping, her eyes darted toward a white ball of fluff. If looks could kill. . . The expression on her face was an icy one.

As she surveyed her room, which was currently in a state words couldn't even describe, one thought ran through her head: she was going to kill that confounded cat. As much as she adored the little thing, it needed to learn that Éléonore took messes seriously and practically destroying her room -- her sanctuary -- was unforgivable. Once Él arrived home for the summer, all the girl wanted to do was retreat to her bedroom and get some well-deserved rest. But with it looking like several natural disasters had damaged it, that was highly impossible now! Huffing, she gently tossed Marie out of the door and slammed it shut behind her. It was time to get to work.

general information

First Name: Iris
     Middle Name: Francine
Last Name: Ward
Blood Status: Halfblood
Nationality: British
Spoken Languages:
    Fluent: English
Place of Birth: Reading, England
Age/Date of Birth: 12 | May 23
Approved Special Features:

looks

Eyes: Iris' eyes aren't much. She usually describes them as boring and uninteresting. They're plain, almond shaped and an unexciting muddy brown in colour. They're a bit small and squint slightly whenever the girl smiles, almost looking as if they're closed. Her eyes are framed with short uneven eyelashes.

Hair: The girl's hair could be compared to a black, curly, ever growing bush because of how easily it tangles. It's pretty long and difficult to tame without magic, but because Iris doesn't exactly care about something as trivial as her hair, she never puts effort into fixing it even with the aid of magic. She prefers to leave it down but will occasionally tie it back with a ribbon that she keeps in her pocket.

Height:
     Imperial: 4'10"
     Metric: 147 cm

General Appearance: Her jaw is square in shape and her cheekbones are prominent with a faint pink tinge to them. She has a shallow dimple in each cheek and in the middle of her face is a straight nose with nostrils that fairly large. In contrast to her brown skin, she has (somewhat crooked) white teeth. There's a slight gap between the two at the top. Iris' lips are a dull pink and are usually parted in a large grin.

Food is Iris' true love. She tries to watch what she eats and the amount of what she consumes but she still ends up devouring a large quantity of food. Luckily, she has a high metabolism and easily works off any extra weight that may have been gained from scarfing many treats down her throat. Most of her time at home is spent outside in the sun playing with her younger brother. This often ends up in her mocha coloured skin darkening even more or her clothes being soiled with dirt and leaves. At only eleven years of age, forgetting the fact she is a growing girl, Iris has no interest in makeup whatsoever. Even lip balm isn't very appealing to her but she will wear it when she has to. When she runs, her long arms that flop in every direction can easily be noticed. Iris is pretty hyper and there's a bit of a bounce in her step when she walks.

Dressing Style: Iris is used to wearing cloaks and robes and even chooses to wear them more than muggle clothing. That isn't to say that she doesn't wear the occasional 'hoodie.' Since her mother was raised by two magical parents while her father was raised by Muggles, Iris was taught how to appreciate both cultures. Her favourite articles of muggle clothing are definitely shorts and jackets. She finds that she's most comfortable in them. At first, she detested skirts and dresses. Now, as long as it's not overly fancy, she'll wear it. When it comes to accessories, Iris tries her best to stay away from them. After watching the women of her family handle them, she's a bit afraid of hair clips and barrettes. Also, she's not a huge fan of jewellery and finds it overwhelming and uncomfortable.

personality

General Character Traits: Like a mother lioness to her cubs, Iris is very protective of her friends, family, and even her enemies if it calls for it. She's a jealous, overly envious female on certain occasions, paranoia forcing her to believe that she can easily be forgotten or left behind. In addition, Iris is terribly naive; she'll undoubtedly trust anything she is told once she deems the person giving her information reliable enough. All this has made the girl possessive and, at times, controlling to the point where she may become rather vicious. Iris does not apologize easily, casting the blame on others in a problem or argument because she finds admitting that she's wrong quite humiliating. There have been various times when she has argued with cousins over something childishly petty and tricked them into thinking that they were the guilty ones all along when more often than not, Iris was actually the whole reason the disagreement started.

Spontaneous and impulsive, Iris doesn't put much thought into her actions. Once she sees the opportunity to intervene in a situation, she'll jump ahead and take it, not thinking about any after-effects that may occur because of her interference. Her impulsiveness can also be linked with her inability to keep her nose out of other people's business. The twelve year old sincerely only wants to be helpful but her 'help' never really proves to be beneficial to her or anyone else for that matter.

Since she is always running about, Iris has managed to keep in good shape. Her activeness and athleticism have given her a great interest in sports of all kind. During family events, her cousins referred to her as 'one of the boys' due to the fact that she could always be found climbing trees, playing in the dirt, or trying to weasel her way into a game of basketball or soccer with the burly male neighbours who lived next door. Quidditch peaked Iris' interest from the first time it was explained to her by her father. The idea of swirling around on a broomstick trying to avoid flying bludgers fascinated her. If anyone ever asked her which position she most admired, she'd immediately say the Keeper, for she thinks that the Keeper has the most difficult task, having to keep an eye out for every Quaffle that flies in their direction.

Loud, rude, curt: three other adjectives that perfectly describe Iris. Her boisterous behaviour can become quite obnoxious. She doesn't put thought into what she says usually - the words just bursting from her mouth before she can even fathom what affect they may have on others. More than enough times her boldness has gotten her in trouble as the girl is pretty blunt, even at such a young age. She'll always speak her mind but isn't as judgemental as some people may think she is. In fact the girl is pretty outgoing. Iris will try to be friends with and get along with just about every and anyone, especially if they're willing to do the same. She's been trying to become more considerate of others' feelings of late, trying to add kind afterthoughts to anything rude she may have said.

Iris lives for discoveries, mysteries, challenges, and adventures. If it involves doing something risky, she's the person to call for the job. Iris has dreamed of travelling and exploring the world for a long time and her goal is to visit at least three continents by the time she's thirty. She's fearless with an imagination that is all over the place. She comes up with many eccentric ideas, labelling the child with a heap of different adjectives such as creative, clever, original, talented, but peculiar is normally the main one associated with someone like Iris.

Likes: The second year can honestly say that her best friend in the whole entire world - wizarding and muggle - is her younger brother, Julian. They do almost everything together, mainly because Iris has no trouble with getting Julian to do whatever she wants him to. He idolizes her to the point where he even pranced around in one of her t-shirts for the whole day. This earned the kids an astonished mother and an amused father who became quite the opposite when Julian refused to take the pretty pink shirt off at the end of the day. There are times when the two children have their share of disagreements and arguments however. After all, they are siblings. As the boy is getting older, Julian has found other interests. Interests that Iris doesn't share. This has lead to rowdy evenings in the household but their verbal fights don't last long. Iris couldn't live without her brother and he's probably her favourite person in the world.

For a little girl Iris has quite the appetite. She'll consume large portions of food at a time and her favourite meal would have to be breakfast. As her father always told her, it's the most important meal of the day. Iris firmly believes in eating a healthy large breakfast every morning to keep energized and ready for what the rest of the day may hold.  Favourite foods of the girl include two strips of bacon, eggs (she's not fond of having them made sunny side up), a slice of toast, mashed potatoes, and ribs. Iris will eat most anything and even if she doesn't like it (which isn't likely), once she's tried it, she's satisfied with herself.

Most of Iris' days at home are spent outside in the sun searching for some new adventure. Her backyard at home is wide and spacious, enabling her to explore about freely, just the way she likes it. Rain doesn't scare her away but when it arrives, she's called back inside early, so sunny days are cherished by Iris.

Dislikes: If there's something that Iris truly dislikes more than anything, it's being forced to do, wear, or say something that she disapproves of. She cherishes the option of choice and believes that everyone deserves to make their own special decisions. Growing up, there was a time when her mother discouraged playing outside in the mud and Iris would be obligated to stay inside all day for fear of getting too dirty. Eventually, the child decided to sneak out and after a while, there was not much that anyone could do about it. So she was given permission to 'play in the filth like a little boy' as her mother put it.

Anything that is little with too many legs - whether they be long and hairy or short and stubby - is not a friend of Iris'. She hates anything to do with insects and finds the animals to be 'gross little buggers.' Everything about them repulses her, from the way some of them are born to the way they walk. There are no exceptions to her loathing of the invertebrates; she absolutely hates all bugs. Butterflies are even included in this category.

Staying put and sitting still is never an option. Iris is a restless child, always on the move. She loves to walk, run, jump, skip, hop. Once it's movement and allows her to be the fidgety individual that she is, she'll adore it forever. Taking pictures require immobility causing it to receive Iris' hatred as well. Any pictures of her on her dad's old Muggle camera (that he absolutely refuses to allow anyone to cast enchantments on) are blurry because of the eleven year old's inability to not move for more than a second.

Habits/Mannerisms: Anxiety and fear are the two main emotions that cause Iris to stutter. Whenever her nerves creep up on her, Iris adds extra syllables to or repeat her words. Panic also stirs up this strange habit of hers. There are times when extra jumpiness accompanies her stammering, which is terrible seeing as the girl is already hyper enough as it is. If she's deep in thought or trying her best to concentrate, Iris has the tendency to pace around in circles with her hands stereotypically behind her back and her shoulders hunched forward.

Strengths: Though her memory isn't exactly photographic, it rarely ever fails her. Remembering things is effortless for the witch, something that can be wonderful or horrendous depending on what she experiences. Mainly, the second year's good memory has proven helpful in many ways; studying isn't too difficult and and grocery shopping for grandmother is easy.

Even if she's been betrayed by someone, Iris will always stand by that person in a time of need. Loyalty is one of the most desirable traits a person can have in Iris' opinion, as it show their dedication to a friendship or relationship and their determination to never give up on an individual or a situation no matter what.

Iris can make up her mind without a problem. Once her heart is set on something, she'll reach for it without hesitation. She's decisive and knows what she wants. Stopping and thinking aren't usually done by Iris. She hates it when others take it upon themselves to make a decision for her. However, this doesn't mean that the female is picky. On the contrary, Iris tries new things with an excited eagerness all the time.

Weaknesses: The young girl is a bit of a chatterbox who talks more than she listens. She attempts being compassionate and sympathetic but still ends up speaking and giving more advice or lectures than truly needed. She means well but it doesn't come off that way as she tends to always interrupt what is being said to give her own input.

Though she may be smiling most of the time, Iris is not a force to be reckoned with. When upset, her temper can become frightening. She lashes out at random innocents who happen to be in the area at the time of her little anger sprees and stomps around bitterly instead of properly walking. Her tantrums often get out of hand and it takes a while before she can calm down. It's not particularly fun to be around Iris during her outbursts of anger, a fact that is well known to her younger sibling and cousins.

Iris can easily be manipulated or persuaded into believing something. As friendly and courageous as she may be, the girl is still young and naïve. It does not take much to convince Iris of something. The fact that she's a bit paranoid also adds to her gullibility; if she already thinks something about a situation and someone coaxes her into thinking that it's the truth, she'll readily put her faith in them. Her trust can be won over without any effort and while it may be good that Iris isn't fast to judge a person, her will to believe anything she is told doesn't always benefit her.

personal history

Mother: Opal Rose Ward (nee Kellan), 34, Ravenclaw, Florist
     Blood Status: Halfblood
Father: Martin Elliot Ward, 46, Hufflepuff, Piano Teacher
     Blood Status: Halfblood
Siblings: Julian Ward, 9
Background Story:

      Martin Elliot Ward

Up until he received his Hogwarts letter, Martin Ward's life as a child was not entirely perfect. His biological father, a finicky wizard, packed up and left his mother a year after her was born. The only thing he left for the child and his mother was a note explaining more about Hogwarts and the wizarding world. He lived in a small shack-like house with creaky wooden floors; a roof that leaked so much it seemed as if it was crying because of its misfortune; walls that hardly knew paint; rooms that were small and uncomfortable; light bulbs that flickered on and off; and furniture that was either broken or dusty, triggering sneezes from the boy, his mother, and his step-father. Yet he didn't - still doesn't - resent the life he lived, instead learning to be grateful for it. It helped to build his character and structure him as a person. He understood that not everything fell into laps on a silver platter and if you wanted something wonderful, you'd have to work for it. And that's what he did.

After receiving his Hogwarts letter Martin strived to do well in his studies. Socializing wasn't really a huge matter for him as he did not care for that kind of thing, favouring being in his own little corner in the Hufflepuff common room and reviewing notes from previous lessons. Once he graduated, all of Martin's hard work paid off. He was able to get a good, decent paying job at the Ministry and chose to spend the rest of his life living in the wizarding world. As much as he could, he'd send letters to his parents to let them know how he was doing and what he'd achieved. They learnt the advantages of owl post during Martin's Hogwarts year and would write him back the minute they received his letters.

      Opal Rose Kellan

Opal's life being sort of the opposite of Martin's, she grew up in a decent house in the wizarding world with her halfblood parents and two younger sisters. Her parents doted on their little curly-haired, bright-eyed daughters, but tried not to splurge on them too much. Although the Kellans were both Hogwarts graduates, they usually avoided the topic of the school. However, this is not to say that Opal and her sisters were never spoken to about Hogwarts. Every once in a blue moon, her parents would bring up the topic, explaining the classes and what was expected of them. When the time came for Opal to attend her first year at Hogwarts, she received a more detailed description of the school and its classes. It was obvious in the tones of her parents' voices when they spoke about Hogwarts that they were not positively thrilled by the idea of losing their first daughter to a school dedicated to magic they thought they could effortlessly teach themselves. But deep down both adults thought and knew that Hogwarts would be the better place for Opal.

When the time to go to Hogwarts came, Opal wasn't very excited. Influenced by her parent's negative attitudes towards the school, the youthful witch was absolutely convinced she'd despise her time there. Naturally, after attending classes, she was awed by magic. Not the kind of semi-captivation she felt when she would watch her mother wash dishes without lifting a finger; she was in wonder at the sights of levitating items in Transfiguration or snappy plants in Herbology. However, her love for magic didn't mean that she was exactly good at it and she managed to get through the first few years with just about average grades.

      That one fateful day

On a sunny August evening, Martin had decided to stop in Diagon Alley to buy a drink from the local pub, the Leaky Cauldron. It was strolling to the pub that lead him to lay eyes on a particularly pretty witch who had just entered Flourish & Bott's. Although he was definitely not a social butterfly, he couldn't help but to want to learn more about the young lady, so he hesitantly made his way into the book shop. And there she was. Browsing through the shelves looking for what seemed like school books. Immediately Martin's insecurities took over. This witch was obviously a bit too young and there was no possible way that she would ever want someone who was twelve years her senior. Still he couldn't help himself when she dropped one of the school books that she was looking at. He boldly walked over to where it dropped, picked it up, and awkwardly handed it to her.

Opal stared a bit at the man and the book in his hand, then took it from him, flashing him a huge grin that he unsurprisingly blushed at. She gave him a thank you and he uttered a short unintelligible response. It more than likely meant 'you're welcome.' As Martin turned to walk away, Opal softly gripped his shoulder, bringing his attention back to her. She quickly introduced herself, faux-apologizing for her bad manners. Martin apologized as well, his apology more genuine than Opal's, and was gleefully surprised when the young witch continued to talk to him, giving him subtle suggestive hints such as her age, which was seventeen at the time.

It wasn't until after a few minutes of the girl's flirting and his pitiful attempts to do the same that he realized a young man - who appeared to be around nineteen years of age, give or take a few - glaring angrily in their direction. Martin looked down at Opal only to see she was looking at the boy as well, a superior smirk glued on her face. Disgusted at the fact that he allowed himself to fall for the mind games of the girl, he walked out of the store abruptly, mumbling an apology to the male who had been glaring at him seconds before.

Dumbfounded, Opal stood there, rooted to the spot. She hadn't expected for the man to just walk out on her, even if he did find out her true intentions. She figured that he would have just played along, enjoying being pursued - whether it was false or not - by a young, vivacious witch. Suddenly, a nauseous feeling settled in her stomach, churning and bubbling. Opal was not dumb. She recognized that it was guilt and, reluctantly, she walked out of the store and after the man. It did not take long for her to spot him. He was standing just a few feet away, running slender brown fingers through his scruffy hair. Taking a deep breath, she sauntered towards him, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the scowl on the man's face. It was a disappointed frown, something she had never received in her life. Without an ounce of eagerness, Opal walked up to Martin and expressed her regret of the whole problem, fumbling with the words. To her astonishment, Martin gave a sigh but accepted her apology and offered to treat her to some ice cream, to which she readily agreed.

Ice cream went well. After receiving their orders and having a seat, the two began talking. Opal tried to go over what had happened between her and her last beau - the boy who had been furious at the sight of Martin and Opal in Flourish and Bott's - and was glad to see that Martin was listening. Unlike most people, he actually seemed interested in what she had to say. That subject switched to many others and Opal took note of how much of an animated talker Martin was, while he realized that the girl was a bit conceited. He didn't mind, though. In fact, he found it kind of cute. It was obvious that the two were interested in the other and when it was time for Opal to leave, they promised to keep in contact.

Neither one of them broke their promise; they wrote each other as much as they could. Martin missed his Hogwarts days and was glad to hear about events that went on from Opal. Soon after she graduated, they spent more and more time together. Opal's parents did not approve of the friendship much, but they warmed up to Martin, finding the boy most intriguing. Not to mention that he was a former Hufflepuff, the same house Marian, Opal's mother, was in.

Not long after their friendship grew, Opal started to come to terms with her true feelings for Martin. She no longer thought of him as just a companion to speak to and go to for advice. In her eyes, he was the kindest, most understanding wizard on the planet. She was slowly falling in love with him and unbeknownst to her, Martin returned her feelings wholeheartedly. The only thing that stopped him from pursuing her was their age difference. What if she didn't want to be with someone so much older? What if she only saw him as an older brother? Martin knew Opal never had any male siblings so it only made sense that she would view him as the next best thing. But with the support of both of her parents, and his parents whom he had been writing to regularly, he decided to take a risk and he was more than satisfied when he did.

Knowing that the other returned their feelings made Opal and Martin the happiest people on Earth. They dated for three years until they were finally married. Two years after their marriage, the couple was filled with bliss when they learned that Opal would be expecting their first child.

      Early life and birth of brother

Iris Francine Ward was born on a humid afternoon in May. Overjoyed by the sight of their new baby girl, the parents couldn't wait to take her home. Just as her parents had done to her, Opal delicately spoiled her daughter, dressing her in the frilliest of pastel coloured dresses. Dolls would be splattered across the carpet, covering it in its entirety. The walls were covered in painted stripes, the colours being soft, warm, and welcoming. There was no question that Opal wanted her baby to be content. 

Iris grew up well, showing an early love for art and crafts and a strong yearning to always be outside. When she was three years old, her little brother, Julian, was born. Upon first seeing Julian, Iris demanded that her parents give the boy away. She wanted nothing to do with Julian, pangs of jealousy boiling inside of her whenever she even looked at the baby. The way she saw it, all of her parents' attention would be stolen by the infant and her presence would be ignored. However, as he transitioned from the infant stage to the toddler one, Iris couldn't help but to grow to like him. He was always giggling, much like her, and would toddle after her all the time.

When she was around six years of age, Martin and Opal began to inform Iris of Hogwarts, a school she would undoubtedly end up attending once she was eleven years old. At first, she didn't understand and assumed that it was another outrageous fairy tale. She had seen her parents use their wands and cast spells but it did not phase her as it was something she was used to. Nevertheless, the prospect of there being a school dedicated to teaching magic astounded and amazed the girl so much that she'd go outside and pick up any random stick, swishing and swaying it around.

One day, when Opal's family came to visit, they had an outdoor picnic. It was on this sunny afternoon that Iris showed her first sign of possessing any magical abilities. A large maple tree in the backyard towered above the rest, and it was the only tree Iris hadn't climbed or attempted to climb. Slowly, while everyone else was in deep conversation or cooing over Julian, she reached for the first branch, making sure to keep a strong, firm grip on it. She pulled herself up, carefully with ease. She continued to climb up until she arrived at one of the highest branches. Cautiously, she grabbed hold of it with one hand, then the other. At this moment, the branch that she had been standing on for support snapped and Iris screamed, her fingers slowly slipping from the branch she was holding. Everyone jumped up in surprise. Opal made a move towards her daughter but Martin held her back, much to her frustration. Iris finally let go of the branch, yelling in sheer terror as she fell. Tears formed in her squinted eyes and she closed them tightly. When they reopened, she standing on the ground, unscathed. An applause from all of those who witnessed the moment erupted.

      First Year

The day she received her Hogwarts letter, Iris received a much different reaction from her parents than she thought she would have. She had expected them to feel just as cheerful as she was but they seemed indifferent towards it and even a little frightened. She couldn't imagine why but if she questioned them, they'd unsuccessfully try to convince her that everything was fine - that there was nothing to worry about.

Once, during the night, Iris silently got out of bed and listened at her parents' door. She was able to catch a few words that they were saying: dangerous, rebellion, strong, die. She also managed to hear something about You-Know-Who and Harry Potter. The girl immediately raced back to her bed. Her father had told her stories of Harry Potter and this You-Know-Who a year ago (against her mother's wishes, of course) and she did not like a thing that she heard. Still, she was determined to not let it spoil Hogwarts for her. Nothing would keep her from going.

The trip to Diagon Alley was not as eventful as Iris had imagined it to be. She picked up her supplies, including a small spotted owl named Bote. The last shop they went into was at the wand shop, Iris' favourite stop of the day. It didn't take a long time before her wand chose her. It was nice, she decided - willow with a core of unicorn tailhair. In the shop, she met a girl named Sophie Scott. Assuming the girl was about her age, Iris introduced herself and after a short time, they got into a discussion of school. Iris thought that the girl was nice and crossed her fingers in hopes of them being in a house together.

To Iris, it seemed like ages before September made its way in. But it did come and she was positively delighted at the idea of running straight into a barrier to get to the Express. Before boarding the train, everyone shared their goodbyes. Iris wanted to cry, but she was admittedly too caught up in the idea of being able to perform magic and spells. On the train, she was ecstatic to see Sophie again and met a boy named Peter Willow. They had a very animated discussion about the school houses, and the ones they intended to be sorted into. Iris enjoyed the conversation, even when they disagreed on something. It seemed like no time had passed when the train came to a stop.

Not even in her wildest dreams had the child imagined a castle as magnificent and grand as Hogwarts. It stood tall and looked mighty, it's beauty overshadowing everything else. However, there was no doubting the negative aura that surrounded it and Iris shivered when she and the other students entered the building.

At the teacher's table were some of the scariest, most malicious looking people she had seen in her life. A wicked grin was plastered on the face of a most unpleasant looking man as he spoke to a woman who resembled him quite a bit. Another teacher looked at them in disgust. There was one man sitting in a tall chair whose hair looked like it needed a good shampooing. She assumed he was the headmaster and grimaced when her fear was proven correct by a fellow student who had been talking about him.

As the days went on, Iris found out that the man and woman who the student had been speaking about were the Carrow siblings. One taught Defense Against the Dark Arts and the other taught Muggle Studies. It would be an understatement to say that they weren't the nicest of teachers. They were downright horrible, performing the most cruel acts of punishment she had ever experienced or heard of. She had been a victim of some of these punishments due to her attitude when addressing Professor Amycus Carrow, who taught her DADA, and she knew for a fact that they were nowhere near pleasant. Iris did like the other teachers though, especially when they weren't afraid to hide their loathing of the Carrow Professors.

During breaks Iris would spend time in the library or exploring the castle. She did this so often that she began to remember and recall the names of people who she would see from time to time. Ariana Laurier, who was a fourth year, was particularly kind to her and Iris really liked her. Sometimes, between classes, she'd see her and acknowledge her with a grin and a hello. She also recognized a girl named Lavender Brown, an upperclassman who had helped her with a bit of homework once. Another student Iris became familiar with was Nightsister Hartfield, a Ravenclaw who was very helpful whenever Iris needed it. She was really grateful to the girl and if she ever became puzzled, Iris wasn't too scared to ask her for assistance. So far, her first year had not been too horrifying.

The latter part of the year soon changed that. As she and her fellow year mates were being evacuated, Iris was full of fear, and finally began to understand her parents' uncertainty. She had never dreamt of there being a war at Hogwarts and felt like a lost puppy, surrounded by other equally worried and frightened first years and frantic adults. Luckily, they had made it out safely but the situation still shook her up a little. Knowing that teachers and even fellow students that she'd seen around would be fighting to the death was heartbreaking. At first, after being reunited with her parents and brother, she became a bit more 'clingy' towards them. She has recently started to ease up and is feeling better and less afraid, especially with the news of Voldemort's downfall.

      Second Year

So far, Iris' second year hasn't been too awful. She's been settling back into school well enough and has been participating in class more. The girl has been trying to keep her temper and attitude in check; she doesn't need to be in anymore trouble. One thing she's looking forward to is the Victory Ball, though she's unsure whether or not she'll attend.

hogwarts sorting

Strong Area of Magic: Charms, Transfiguration
Weak Area of Magic: Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology
Preferred House Choice: Gryffindor
Responsibility or Guidance?: Responsibility
Forgiveness or Justice?: A little bit of both never hurt anyone, but Iris probably leans more towards forgiveness.
Adventure or Security?: Adventure
What does "Never tickle a sleeping dragon" mean to your character? "Well, if you tickle a sleeping dragon, isn't it likely to wake up? And if it wakes up, I'd imagine it would be in a rather nasty mood, blowing fire everywhere. Tickling a sleeping dragons sounds like fun!"

minor details

Pets: A spotted owl named Bote.
Wand: 10 inches, Willow, Unicorn Hair
Quidditch position:  None
Anything else? All other characters in Iris' history have been approved by the drivers. Hugs for all of them! <33
Are You A Native English Speaker?: Yes.

rp response

Though it didn't seem to phase him at all, Iris took the time to cast a glare at her wonderful owl, Bote, who had so kindly woken her up from one of the best naps she'd received in a while. The last thing she wanted right now was to be awake, especially at - she glanced at the clock on the end table - such an unearthly hour. Her eyes widened slightly and she glowered at the bird again. It was barely three o' clock in the morning! Tapping at the door of his cage with his beak, Bote seemed like he couldn't care less about the time. Iris rolled her eyes and sunk back down into her bed, raising her blanket over her head and letting out a frustrated sigh.

Bote was not happy.

He hooted loudly and began to bang his beak against his metal prison even more. With a groan, the girl gave up and cast the covers off, getting out of the bed lazily. She stomped over to the owl, the irritation apparent on her face. He glanced up at her and his eyes were wide with excitement. Had it not been so late - early - Iris may have found him cute. Right now, she just thought that he was annoying. She reached out to open the cage only to receive more wild hooting in response. She quickly pulled her hand away, finding it peculiar. Again, she motioned to let the owl out, but he snapped at her. The girl cocked an eyebrow at her pet. As far as she knew, Bote wasn't the type of animal to throw a fit. That was her job. She continued to watch him carefully, trying to think of anything else that could satisfy the owl and allow her to get back to bed.

Eventually, she decided that he was hungry and too lazy to hunt for his own food. Unfortunately for Bote, she refused to even look at an insect or rat for him, so he would have to settle on the pieces of apples she'd gotten for him. She placed them in his cage, her eyes focused on him, waiting for him to take at least one bite. But it never happened. The owl turned his head away in what appeared to be disgust, leaving Iris to pace around in frustration. There had to be something that could get the pet out of her hair. Aside from flying, however, Iris wasn't sure what kind of hobbies owls had. Gaze downcast, the poor girl accidentally bumped into her miniature bookcase. A grin lit up her face and she grabbed a well known wizard bedtime story. If it could put Julian and her to sleep, she was sure that the same tactic could work on Bote, even if he wasn't a human. Plopping herself down in front of the cage, she began to read.

About halfway through the story, Bote had heard enough. The hooting was at an even higher amplitude than before and Iris was starting to think that her bird was going to need his own room at St. Mungo's. Ready to pull her hair out at this point, she grabbed the cage and plopped it on her bed (carefully), then hopped up next to it. Surprisingly, this seemed to do the trick! Bote had quieted down and his eyes were drooping. Laying back, Iris rolled her eyes again, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Birds will be birds," she mused.

You may want to shoot Julie a pm and see if she can find Noémi's sheet in an old database backup.

omg, thanks so much fee! i really appreciate it. <333333333

no prob! i'm glad i could at least find two of them. xD

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