Post by astoria matilda greengrass on Sept 22, 2010 4:16:32 GMT 10
ASTORIA MATILDA GREENGRASS
NAME ;; Astoria Matilda Greengrass
NICKNAMES ;; Tori affectionately by her family only, some few people get to call her Stori but you ought to ask permission first.
AGE ;; Seventeen
DATE OF BIRTH ;; August Twentieth, 1982
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood and Caucasian
YEAR ;; Seventh
HOUSE ;; Slytherin
OCCUPATION ;; none
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Straight
PLAY-BY ;; Lucy Hale
ASTORIA is ;;
--- WELL MANNERED ;; Growing up quite literally in a finishing school can really affect a girl’s behavior. As it is, Astoria never felt the need to rebel against the teachings of her mother’s establishment—she is the very image of grace, poise, and politeness. Every hair is always in place and movement is elegant. Astoria can’t imagine being seen by anyone outside of her family without being fully put together; the idea is mortifying to her. Under any circumstance she remains ladylike, never raising her voice in temper or behaving crudely. While her behavior can sometimes seem a little extreme, no one can remember the last time the young lady let her guard down enough to turn the mannerism that come naturally to her.
--- LIAR ;; This trait may seem surprising, especially because no one actually know that it exists. Astoria is a highly skilled liar—they just slip from her tongue, often before she actually makes a conscious decision to tell it. She doesn’t lie for no reason. These lies are usually large and meaningful; she tells them to get out of sticky situations of to save her pristine image or because she’s afraid that the truth will ruin her relationship with someone. As of yet, these lies have never come back to bite her as she’s always managed to cover her tracks. Then again, she hasn’t had much to lie about yet.
--- COMPASSIONATE ;; Now, don’t let her lying ways make you think that Astoria doesn’t care about the people around her. Quite the contrary, really; she often cares too much about those close to her. The young woman often puts others before herself on a regular basis. She does her best to be kind to people and has no problem going out of her way to make other people happy. This can make her kind of a pushover, and occasionally gets her into trouble when people take advantage of it. However, this trait is generally helpful in Astoria assisting her mother with the young girls in the finishing school, because she is excellent with children.
ASTORIA’S patronus is a ;; a cat
ASTORIA’S boggart takes the form of ;; her being completely shut out by her peers.
ASTORIA adores ;; beautiful clothes, etiquette, fine dining, fancy parties, champagne, romance novels, ballroom dancing, Transfiguration, being treated like a lady, swimming, warm weather, children, hot baths, passionate speeches, being around people
ASTORIA abhors ;; bad manors, especially at the table, crude jokes, being embarrassed, failing at something, messiness, cheap clothing (or anything made cheaply really), awkward confrontation, losing control, people getting hurt, scary stories, anything to do with the war, rudeness, rushing, getting dirty
It was one of the quickest and easiest births the Healer delivering Astoria had ever seen; it was over in four hours, with no complications, on the expected day. The weather was warm but pleasant, a cool breeze keeping anyone from working up a sweat. Of course, what everyone remembers most about the day was not the ease of the childbirth, but the monstrous tantrum that Astoria’s two-year-old sister was throwing in the hall. But then, that was Daphne for you. The events of that day would explain a lot about Astoria—she was a quiet, well-behaved child from day one, often astonishingly so. Strangers were baffled by the quiet, wide-eyed girl who’s tiny stature made her look younger then she was but who’s personality had an old soul spirit to it.
A lot of it probably had to do with her home environment. Cecelia Greengrass expected a lot from her daughters; after all, she did run a finishing school right from their sprawling manor. Mrs. Greengrass’ Etiquette School for Pureblood Ladies. Girls age five to sixteen took day classes all summer learning grace, manners, the proper way to treat one’s house elf, household skills (sewing, mending and minor healing charms, cleaning charms) as well as important social skills such as ballroom dancing, singing, and how to present oneself to a suitor. Not only did Astoria take every class given in her own home, but as she got older she began to teach the classes as well.
What with all the young girls in the house for three months out of the year, Astoria grew up in a very feminine household. This wasn’t helped by the fact that her father died when she was a young girl, leaving a wife and two young daughters behind. When Astoria was seven, a man came late in the night. He was a Death Eater who had been on the run since The Boy Who Lived had defeated You-Know-Who. The story had only been told once in the Greengrass household, but was unforgettable to little Astoria. In any case, the Death Eater demanded that Richard Greengrass give him a place to stay, and protect him from the authorities. Concerned for the wellbeing of his young family, Richard refused. The resulting fight ended with wands drawn—in the end Richard, who had never been much of a fighter, was killed.
Astoria took it hard, but like most young children she moved on rather well. The strongest effect that it had on her was distaste for Death Eaters, and the war as a whole. She doesn’t care about blood or power, and was careful to keep herself distanced from anyone who was interested in it. This isn’t something that Astoria has spoken about much, seeing as being in Slytherin house has meant she’s had to tread rather carefully. Given her generally amiable personality, she avoided getting on anyone’s bad side in school enough to keep it from being a problem.
Speaking of Slytherin, everyone was fairly surprised when the ten-year-old Astoria was sorted into it. After all, she didn’t seem to posses any of the qualities of a Slytherin. Of course, she is rather cunning with her well-crafted lies but she wasn’t going to explain that to anyone. Instead she just shrugged and reminded everyone that both of her parents and her older sister were Slytherins. She is considered the baby of her year—the innocent and fragile Princess to Daphne’s title as fierce Slytherin Queen. School went smoothly for her, as she was young enough to stay away from the drama involving the Golden Trio and everyone else in her sister’s year.
Friends came easily to the socially skilled girl, though lovers were another story. Of course, there were girlish crushes, chaste kisses, and the like. But boys often saw Astoria as a prude, because of her impeccable manners. This assumption wasn’t wholly incorrect, but it stung nonetheless. So Astoria kept her desires to herself and still daydreams of a mature, polite, handsome young man to instill in her such passion that she becomes inspired to throw her hesitancy to the wind.
Finally, Astoria is preparing for her last year at Hogwarts. Truth be told, she feels a bit like she’s outgrown schooling; in normal circumstances she would have graduated last year, and her mindset reflects it. The young woman is excited to be done with school, done with its limitations and rules. She’s anxious to be living like an adult, and to get treated like one as well.
Gwen leaned back forward, closing her eyes and listening to Thomas’ heart, and feeling his lungs filling with air and then releasing. The body was a fascinating thing; it worked without being consciously told, keeping itself alive and reminding the restless brain what it needed even when the person in question wasn’t thinking. Like Gwen; even though she wasn’t thinking about sleep, her eyelids were getting heavy and every inch of her just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. For the moment, though, her brain was too distracted to listen. It contemplated the things she knew about the human heart, it’s beautiful shape and the way it worked so hard to keep everything else functioning. It contemplated how it could be that her heart, something completely unrelated to her thoughts and brain, could seem to feel so light and happy and fluttery even at the thought of being with Thomas. Was it all in her head? An allusion based upon the social constructs that her society built around the concept of love? Or was it all about the chemicals in the brain that were released when love was felt? Perhaps it was something she would look into when she got the time. These were the things that the teenage girl thought about as they stood in silence, nothing but the sounds of crickets and bubbling water surrounding them. Sure, it was a little odd. To be thinking about chemicals and how the body worked at during such a romantic moment. But that was Gwen for you—it was just where her thoughts took her whether she wanted them to or not.
It would be a lie for Gwen to say that she didn’t envy Thomas’ skill with a paintbrush. She’d always wished that she had some sort of artistic talent but it simply wasn’t in her skill set—her singing would never surpass karaoke level (not that she would EVER sing in front of anyone other than her baby) and her hands had no ability when it came to art or musical instruments. Dancing was out of the question with her shyness and clumsy feet, as was any other sport. All Gwen had was her brain, and while most people admired her for it, she didn’t think it was really something that was special. It was true that she was exceptionally smart and probably had an rather high IQ, but Gwen didn’t see it that way. To her, if everyone worked as hard as she did, then everyone would be as smart as she. And work ethic was something that anyone could obtain. Take Thomas for example; they often got the same grades and would probably get into the same schools. He worked hard, and yet he still had all this artistic ability that he hid from the world. She had no idea that he had ever tried to paint her—Gwen probably wouldn’t have understood why he would want to. She didn’t find herself nearly pretty or unique enough to be captured forever in paint. She smiled up at him as he chuckled at her, knowing she was probably being a little too ‘mother-hen’ by brushing the paint from his hair. Little acts like that were things the young woman couldn’t resist doing, it was just part of her desire to nurture.
Gwen held her breath, unaccustomed to standing so close to another person for such an extended period of time. She knew that this sort of thing should be easy and comfortable, but she found herself feeling a little nervous and fluttery as Thomas wrapped his arm around her. Resisting the urge to move away, Gwen reminded herself that she was perfectly safe and had nothing to worry about. But that only made it a little bit easier. She hoped that in time, she would become more comfortable with the entire situation, even though she never really had with Sebastian. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being close to people, but he parents had never been much for cuddling or frequent hugging; she just wasn’t accustomed to it. After a few moments of silence, she pulled away from the male until just their hands were still connected, looking up at him with a timid smile and wishing she could explain her sudden movement. It had nothing to do with Thomas and everything to do with her own silliness.
Tipping her head to the side, Gwen sighed. ”I know, I know… it’s just that I can’t help the worrying. Besides, it’s not your job to take care of your parents, Thomas. It’s your job to take care of yourself. So if you need a night off, you should take one!”
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