Post by pryor on Feb 20, 2010 5:08:23 GMT 10
ELOISE NINETTE PRYOR
NAME ;; Eloise Ninette Pryor
NICKNAMES ;; Elly, El
AGE ;; Twenty-six
DATE OF BIRTH ;; May 12, 1972
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Half-blood, Witch
YEAR ;; N/A
HOUSE ;; Former Hufflepuff
OCCUPATION ;; Worker at Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Straight
PLAY-BY ;; Melanie Laurent
ELOISE is ;;
--- OPTIMISTIC ;; Whenever placed in a hairy situation, Eloise tries her best to think positively. By keeping an open mind and thinking brightly, she finds that her days go by smoothly and calmly; Eloise isn’t one for conflict and tries to avoid it as much as she can by allowing her thoughts to be enveloped in an optimistic blanket. Of course, like any normal human, Eloise has her bad days and times when she feels all hope is lost, but on any normal day, she keeps her head held high and her thoughts in a better place.
--- DISTRACTED ;; Eloise is a bit of a scatterbrain. She has a hard time focusing on one thing for too long as her thoughts are often switching focus from one thing to another. This means that multi-tasking is one of the largest challenges; when given multiple tasks to accomplish, she will complete one and forget about another. It’s understandable that this trait of hers could get under other people’s skin, but Eloise can’t really help it and she never tries to fix it. Eloise isn’t easily distracted on purpose; she just can’t seem to tunnel in on one thing at a time. Her mind is always in a million places at once.
--- WITTY ;; Although she’s a tad on the quiet side, one will see that once you get to know her, Eloise has a sense of humor She relies on her wit to make people laugh—it doesn’t make people laugh at all, but rather become annoyed with her easily—and give herself a chuckle. Having to deal with the students of Hogwarts has given her the ability to hone her sarcasm and wit; the children are bratty more often than not, so she has to constantly be prepared to deal with their sass by slinging out some cold hard wit. Sometimes her wit can come across as a little harsh, but Eloise means no intentional harm by her words.
ELOISE'S patronus is a ;; Otter
ELOISE'S boggart takes the form of ;; Grindylow
ELOISE adores ;; Cold butterbeer, arithmancy, her job, warm weather, flowers, vegetables, the ocean, felines, reading, fireplaces and watching Quidditch.
ELOISE abhors ;; Grindylows, spiders, negativity, arrogance, snow, black pudding, sweets, gnomes, hypocrites, conceitedness and liars.
Eloise Ninette Pryor was born and raised in Canterbury, England, to a muggle father and a Witch mother. It was uncertain if Eloise would turn out to be a witch or a muggle, but no matter what fate had in store for her, she was brought up in a magical environment. Her father, an accounting professor at the University of Kent, tried his best to educate her on the daily and normal happenings of the average human being. Eloise learned history, music, arts, math. Her mother was a housewife who never hid any traces of her magical heritage. Around Eloise she would do magic and teach her about the wizarding world; Eloise was captivated. So, starting at a young age, Eloise was given the best of both worlds and she didn’t mind one bit.
It was very exciting and not yet surprising when Eloise received her Hogwarts letter. She was more than ready and willing and couldn’t wait to begin her new life at her new school. In her first year she was sorted into Hufflepuff, the house that her father would have no doubt been sorted into if he had indeed been a wizard.
Eloise’s time at Hogwarts was fairly normal. She did well in certain subjects—Arithmancy, Muggle Studies, Herbology—and poorly in others—Potions, Astronomy, Defense Against the Dark Arts—but she was always proud of what she was able to accomplish. She was mainly friends with Hufflepuffs with some acquaintances from the other houses except for Slytherin, of course. Slytherins used to love to pick on her and she was an extremely easy target, as she never stood up for herself. By the time she was finished with school, Eloise turned out to be nothing more than your typical and average student.
Once she was set free Eloise wasn’t sure what to do with herself. For about two years she stayed at home and helped her mother out with the housekeeping, but this became boring very quickly. When she turned twenty Eloise went out to look for a job, which was how she came to be the main worker at Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. The owner of the shop was beginning to become a bit too frail to continue working there day after day, so when Eloise walked through the door, she was trained and taught everything there was to know about stationary and quills. Eloise doesn’t own the store, but she’s happy enough with her position.
For the past six years Eloise has been working at the quill shop and sees no reason to leave. After the fall of the Dark Lord, Eloise has been able to relax a lot more, but at the same time the whole situation has shaken her spirits. Currently she is just trying to get by with life, wanting to do so as simply as possible.
The town of Purmane was so lovely that Opal almost wished she were a Royal. The streets were so clean (not that Redwin wasn’t) and the structures seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight. Of course, the buildings didn’t produce such a quality, but they might as well. What Opal seemed to enjoy most about Purmane were the fountains. She loved fountains and water in general, so whenever she saw one she was always compelled to sit on one and stare into the sparkling water. Redwin didn’t have any fountains, so if Opal ever wanted to be near one, she now knew where to go.
But that was the problem: it was Purmane. Although Opal wasn’t forbidden from going there, the Royals obviously preferred that she didn’t. Could they tell that easily, though? From what Opal could see in the mirror that afternoon before she left the house was a girl who could pass for a Royal. She wore a pale yellow sundress with her hair, curled, in a loose ponytail. The thin straps of the dress sat on her shoulders gently, but a small white cardigan covered her shoulders completely. And as Opal sat on the edge of the fountain, her ballet flats were placed on the ground coming in no contact with her feet. Maybe it was the no-shoes that gave away her social status. Opal didn’t care, though. No one had said anything to her, let alone cross her path. But she was sure that if someone did, she would be receiving some awful glares.
The sun had been out with the accompaniment of a small breeze. As Opal stared into the fountain water, the sunlight caused the surface of the calm water to glisten, which in turn made Opal smile. If she leaned over enough she could see her own reflection, but Opal didn’t want to do that; she didn’t want to risk a fall. With her left hand, Opal dipped her fingers into the water gently, moving her hand around. The water was a bit chilly, probably not warm yet as it was only around two in the afternoon. It was refreshing, though, to feel and to look at. After a few minutes of this mindless swirling, Opal removed her hand and wiped it on her dress. She folded her hands in her lap and took her focus away from the fountain.
She wondered what people thought of her. All she ever did was wander around her town, and lately Purmane, just sitting places and drifting off into space. Did people think she was lonely or something? Did they wonder if there was something mentally wrong with her? Opal wouldn’t doubt it: she didn’t talk to many people so no one really knew much about her. What she was sure they didn’t know what was that Opal liked people. Yes, she found them to be sort of strange, but Opal enjoyed the company of others. Regardless, upon first glance of Opal many people probably wouldn’t assume that.
Opal wasn’t going to let it get to her. She would continue to sit on that fountain and enjoy her day out in Purmane.
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