J’écrit pour vous informer que nous avons trouver un homme de sang pur avec lequel vous serez marié d'ici la fin de cette année. Fabian Prewett, un homme anglais, oui, mais sa famille remonte presque aux temps que Hogwarts a été construit.
Ne vous moquez pas de cette famille.
Charles Lemieux
Aurélie’s hands shook as she finished reading the letter, wanting to cry but holding it back. She couldn’t afford to look weak, especially in these times. Her head was spinning, but she kept her face neutral, the smallest of smiles on her face like usual. She folded the letter, placing it carefully in her bag, knowing that even if someone found it, they wouldn’t be able to read french most likely. And honestly, it would be widespread knowledge by the end of the week, if not before then. Hogwarts was rather gossipy.
She glanced over from the Ravenclaw table to the Gryffindor one, trying to spot the boy who was now her betrothed. She knew who he was, sort of, but she had never spoken to him before; he was a year younger than her, after all.
Assuming he’d just received the same letter as she did, Aurélie decided to take it upon herself to introduce herself to him, and maybe get to know him. She stood up and held her head high as she walked over to the Gryffindor table, sliding in the seat in front of him, glancing at the people surrounding them. Her confidence was an act, obviously, but she couldn’t let him know that.
“Hello, future husband.” She said with a teasing grin, hoping he had a sense of humour, or at least wasn’t looking at this negatively. God knows she was trying to be positive about this whole thing. “I’m Aurélie, but please, call me any english nickname you can think of.”
translation:
Aurelie,
I’m writing to let you know that we have found a pureblood boy to marry you by the end of this year. His name is Fabian Prewett. English, yes, but his faily has been around since the time that Hogwarts was built, almost.
A groan slipped from his lips as he massaged the bridge of his nose, reluctantly asking the one hundred different questions Madame Pomfrey was firing at him. His mind was still fuzzy of past events, only really clearly remembering the beginning of the dance. Which, he was told had been over a month ago. He was also told everyone had believed he was dead.
Emrys didn’t know what to feel, guilty for causing people pain – but it wasn’t his fault, was it? As the matron walked away, Emrys let his head fall back onto the pillow with a sigh, eyes flickering to an approaching figure. “If you’re about to tell me I look like shit, I’m well aware.” He joked half heartedly, not entirely sure how the other would react to his presence.
It didn’t take a lot to get Aurélie excited; snow, hot chocolate, a smile in the hallway... The list went on for ages. But none of those made her as excited- and shocked- as she was now. Emrys, one of her closest, dearest friends, was alive. How, she wasn’t sure yet, but that didn’t matter, not to her. What mattered was that she was probably going to kill him with the bone-crushing hug she was going to give him.
She’d ran all the way from the Ravenclaw, where she’d heard the news from some gossiping fourth years, all the way to Hospital Wing, only slowing when she got in the room itself; she knew Madame Pomfrey would have her head if she ran in like a maniac. She spotted the boy she was looking for, and shuffled as quickly as she could without gaining the matron’s attention. “Actually, I was going to say how unfair it is that you still look handsome after going through hell and back.” She was mildly out of breath as she said this. “You must give me your skincare routine.” She joked, sitting down next to him, a smile still on her face.
Ben had always been something of an early riser. Well, something of an early riser - it was important to clarify. Really, it was less that he woke up early and more that he didn’t wake up late. It wasn’t something he was in great control of: if he’d had it his way this particular morning, he would’ve slept till noon. Maybe he’d wake up at twelve, then doze back off for an hour, then maybe get out of bed. Maybe.
But he was awake, and it wasn’t even 11, and it seemed almost every other person in Hogwarts was still asleep. There was no dozing off for an extra hour to be had: when he was up, he was up, and that was that, so he might as well get something done. This morning, that meant a trip to the library (if he could get his head on straight enough to focus). He wasn’t alone, and given who it was, he was thankful. He sat across from Aurélie with a huffed sigh and plopped his books down as if to say, That’s not happening. Not today.
“Rough morning, but better if you’re here,” he said, voice scratchy from sleep. Merlin, if someone could turn off the nerves in his head. “You look like you’re doing better than anyone else in the castle. Didn’t make it last night?”
Aurélie couldn’t help but chuckle at the clear exhaustion in her friends voice. One part of her felt sympathetic towards Ben, but the other half was trying not to laugh at him, despite how mean it would be. But her sympathetic side won, and she instead decided to scooch her chair over until she was next to him so she could rub his back soothingly. “Need a Pepper-Up Potion? I heard some second year has tried to start a business selling them on Saturday mornings?” She suggested, but frowned as she remembered a small detail. “I did hear that someone got a hole burnt in their tongue because of one of the potions, so maybe not.” She muttered under her breath.
“And to answer your question, I did not make it to the Quidditch match or the party afterwards. I fell asleep at 10, like the old lady I am.” She said half jokingly, but also half serious. She had fallen asleep quite early, but in her defense, she’d been studying for History of Magic
Vivian was almost glad she didn’t drink anymore. While she had been dancing until the early hours of the morning, she’d still woken up fairly energised and certainly didn’t miss the hangovers.
She’d gone to the library to get away from the busy chaos of the common room. She’d finished her assignments, but she wanted to finish planning the next party. She went to find a quiet spot, flashing a smile as the other spoke. “Actually, I’ve had a fine morning. Though half my house is hungover which is not a fun experience.”
Aurélie nodded her head in agreement. “If there’s one thing about being an 11th year that I love more than anything, it’s that I have my own dorm so I don’t have to deal with the hungover students in the common room.” She said with a small laugh, shaking her head at the memories. “I remember when I was just a second year, I walked down the stairs from my dorm and saw about half the house on the couches or on the floor by the party.” She stared off slightly as she remembered the many parties in the Ravenclaw common room, and the hilarious events after them.
She snapped back to reality and turned to Vivian once again. “Did you have to step over many bodies to get out of there this morning?” She asked with a slight grin. “I imagine not as many as the other houses.”
Since her break up, and the whole mess the school had been thrown in, Dahlia found some sort of healing in doing anything she could to make herself look better. So even if she partied, she also woke up early, took a few potions for the headache, coffee, and made sure to do her hair and makeup as neatly as possible. So when she sat in front of the other, she looked fresh, smile on her face. “Oh, honey, I don’t have rough mornings.” It was a lie, but she didn’t want others to know.
And it also helped keep her from admitting to her own self she wasn’t doing fine. As far as she wanted to know and admit to others, she was doing just fine, if only a little sad for the passing of one of her friends. People didn’t need to know more than that. And going to that party the previous night certainly helped cover it all up.
“But you look like you could do better.”
Aurélie was taken aback slightly by the bluntness and rudeness from the girl sitting in front of her, but decided not to comment on it or make a fuss. Some people dealt with hangovers in strange ways, and if the rumours around school were true, then Dahlia was not only nursing a hangover, but also a broken heart.
“I feel like I probably look better than half the people in school right now, considering how hungover most people are, but I also only changed out of my pyjamas.” She said with her grin still intact, hoping to lighten up the conversation. “I decided my hair was not a battle I was going to win today.” She chuckled slightly, tucking a piece of her messy hair behind her ear.
Alina had a bit of an unusual night at the party. She had never been one to drink all that much–she knew the alcohol made her puffy–but the night before wa sa bit of an exception. However fun it had been, she’d woken up having to do a lengthy skincare routine to calm her skin. After finishing up the routine and putting on some make up, she went down to the library to work on some homework she’d been procrastinating on, spotting Aurélie and changing paths to join her. As she sat down and heard her friend’s words, groaning in response. “Here I was hoping I looked halfway decent after all that make up.” She smiled softly. “A bit of champagne at a gala is far different than whatever I drank last night.”
Aurélie couldn’t help chuckling at her friend’s comment, and she immediately put her book down- she wasn’t reading it anyways. “Well, you do look just as beautiful as always, but I’ve known you since we were in diapers; no one else will be able to tell, I’m sure.” She said gently, her smile turned soft.
“Now,” she started, sitting up straight again and pretending to be serious. “Anything interesting happen last night?” She asked, a small smirk gracing her features. “And don’t give me that ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ crap, I want all the details,” she paused for dramatic effect, “if you can remember them.”
Elias had gone to the party, briefly - he wasn’t the biggest Quidditch person, but he’d still gone. However, after a short amount of time, he’d gone back to his dorm. It was better that he be able to wake up at a reasonable hour and get something done the next day, in his mind. So that was what he did - and, as he walked through the empty halls towards the library, he found that not many people had the same idea as him.
He looked around once he got to the library and let out a breath, shifting his bag on his shoulder, before heading to the only table with someone else there. He could use a bit of distraction before studying, it wasn’t like he actually wanted to do homework.
“What?” He asked when she spoke, only just having sat down. “Oh, no, I just didn’t want to sleep in. I wasn’t at the party very long.”
Aurélie nodded her head as he spoke, though there was nothing to agree with She tended to do this to reassure the person she was talking to that she was listening. She placed a bookmark in her book then placed it on the table before speaking again.
“Anything interesting happen during your short time there?” She questioned, though she wasn’t usually one to gossip. “I didn’t go; parties aren’t much my thing anymore, now that I’m basically ancient.” She said with a small grin.
Aurélie’s favourite part about parties was the aftermath; the silence in the halls as students slept off their hangovers, the occasional person you saw doing a walk of shame, and the teachers pretending not to know why there were barely any students in the Great Hall in the morning. She hadn’t gone to the party, though she had debated it for a while before deciding that she didn’t want to deal with the hangover that would surely follow.
She sat in the library after she woke up at the crack of dawn (but actually 10:30), and had been pretending to read a book for at least a half hour, but she’d gotten distracted by a bird that had flown by the window, and then her train of thought had gone berserk soon after. She only looked away from the window when she heard a chair scrape, and someone sat down across from her. She smiled before deciding to speak up.
“Rough morning?” She questioned, “Or trying to get away from someone who’s having a rough morning?”
— the best friend; someone aurélie can rely on for pretty much anything, and will frequently be in charge of making decisions for her.
— the pureblood friend; someone who aurélie is only friends with because her parents want her to, and who she may not actually like/agree with.
— the young friend; someone, preferably a ravenclaw and younger, who aurélie has taken under her wing.
— the pals; friends of no specific type, some close and some far.
R O M A N T I C
— the betrothed; aurélie’s future husband, a pureblooded man who comes from a decent family, whom she may or may not get along with.
— the secret; a current or previous girlfriend that no one ever knew about, because aurélie is not out to her parents or any of her friends because of, well, everything.
— the one who got away; a past lover from when things were easier, a relationship that aurélie thinks back on fondly.
— the flings; casual past relationships that either ended amicably or badly.
T O X I C
— the enemy; someone who just rubs aurélie the wrong way, in every single way. they have never gotten along, and never will. a long-awaited duel is in their future.
— the frenemy; in another life, they would have gotten along, but an incident in first/second/third year made aurélie frown whenever this person walks into a room, and struggle to hold back a chuckle at some of their jokes or snide remarks, because of pride.
— the acadenemy; aurélie has always been a natural at charms, and so has this person, and its a constant battle between these two for the top spot in the class. snide remarks and insults are traded between them, and sabotage missions are a constant in the classroom.
— the glarers; people she just does not get along with, but they both respect each other enough, or are too lazy to start an argument, that they only send a glare or a judgmental look here and there.
Elon grimaced as his wound on his chest was prodded. It wasn’t the first time he had ended up having to go to the Hospital Wing after a session with the dragons. It didn’t happen ever single time, he was very careful when it came to dealing with them, but today was just one of those days and it was part of the job. “I swear it is worse than it looks,” he told the other. “You should see the other guy.” ( @finestra-starters )
Aurélie was known for having a bit of a bleeding heart, or so she was told (she preferred the term energetically empathetic.) So when she saw a boy, who couldn’t have been more than a year or two younger than her, clearly injured, she just had to make sure he made his way to the hospital wing, one way or another. He seemed to be more stubborn than most injured people, and when he said it wasn’t that bad, she raised an eyebrow dubiously.
“It looks mildly unpleasant, I’ll be honest with you.” She said, glancing at it as a nurse dabbed at it and wincing slightly. She wasn’t afraid of blood but sometimes she could be a little faint of heart. “What creature did this? My Care of Magical Creatures grade isn’t the best unfortunately.”
❛ let us meet each other with a s m i l e , for the smile is the beginning of l o v e ❜
* ╰ Was that LILY COLLINS I just saw walking down the hallways? Oh wait, no - that was AURÉLIE LEMIEUX. The FEMALE is a 22 year old RAVENCLAW who is in 11TH YEAR. I heard the PUREBLOOD has chosen to STAY NEUTRAL which explains why SHE is ATTENTIVE and AMIABLE, but also RESERVED and INDECISIVE. But who really knows? (ooc: reags/19/she/her/est/triggers: self-harm, abuse, rape)
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parallels ; maeve wiley ( sex education ) , amy march ( little women ) , amy santiago ( brooklyn 99 ) , pam beesly ( the office)
A B O U T
NAME: aurélie celeste lemieux
NICKNAMES: ellie (rarely used)
AGE: twenty-two
DATE OF BIRTH: december 29th
PRONOUNS: she/her
ORIENTATION: bisexual
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, french
ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn
MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: phlegmatic
MBTI: enfp
ELEMENT: water
WAND: redwood wood with a dragon heartstring core, 13" and quite bendy flexibility
FAVOURITE QUIDDITCH TEAM: holyhead harpies
HOUSE: ravenclaw
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
PATRONUS: a swan
ABOUT:
— aurélie is the youngest sibling, with a set of older twin brothers, both whom now work for the ministry with her father.
— her brothers were five years older than her, so she had a very lonely childhood, with no cousins to play with, since both her parents were only children. her mother had a brother once upon a time, but he had been in a terrible accident, and mother didn't like to talk about it.
— every summer she spent with her grandmother on her fathers side, in an empty mansion in toulouse, france. her grandmother taught her proper etiquette, how to smile when you wanted the opposite, and that her only job in life was to marry someone pureblood and rich.
— her mother was never warm or particularly caring, and aurélie could count on one hand the amount of times she had heard i love you as a child, but she knew that deep down, the woman cared, in a strange way.
— her father was never a constant presence in her life. he worked all day, came home late, ate dinner, grunted responses, and then went to his study for the night. aurélie wasn't quite sure if he cared.
— neither parent was a follower of Voldemort, or dark magic, but they didn't hate him either. the only times she heard her father talk was to indirectly compliment the man, saying he had it right, though he was going the wrong way about it.
— and so she had a very conflicting childhood. the muggle children she saw playing outside seemed normal enough, but mother always said to stay away from them, that they were dirty. but all she wanted to do was play.
— this translated into her teenage years. aurélie was known for being friendly and having a smile on her face, but she was known for never being able to make a decision. the intelligent part of her was telling her one thing, while her heart was telling another. if you needed help choosing between a green dress and a red dress, she would get back to you with an answer within three to five business days
— she was a hat stall. the hat had trouble deciding whether to put her in hufflepuff or ravenclaw, and aurélie was no help at all either. her father and one of her brothers was a ravenclaw, and her mother and other brother were slytherins. the hat decided for her, and deep down aurélie knew it was probably the best choice
— im going to stop now before i write a whole book on her but pls message me if you wanna know more/plot!!!
