— greta catchlove, the libertine, is played by ( ELLE ). the ( 21 ) year old HUFFLEPUFF identifies with the PRONOUNS SHE/HER and has chosen to SUPPORT the uprising. greta catchlove is closed.
— ( + ) compassionate, generous, humble
— ( - ) naive, delicate, impatient
BANG, SHOTS FIRED ;; About
— It would not be easy to guess that Greta’s start in life was quite rough or that her life continued to be so. The ray of sunshine was born to a teen mom with no dad in sight. It was lucky that her mother was well supported by her own parents though the family wasn’t wealthy by any means. Greta’s mom wasn’t the most responsible and Greta ended up mostly in the care of her grandparents. For a few years things were very difficult but the house was always warm and there was food and love to go around. Greta’s mum finished school and found a regular job, she was focused on being successful and raising her daughter right. Somewhere along the line something went terribly wrong, Greta’s mom began to act erratically until she disappeared one morning when Greta was five. They searched far and wide for her, they put up posters and got the community involved in searches but as each month went by more hope was lost. Greta’s grandparents sheltered her from the publicity the case received, they showered her with affection to compensate for the loss of her mom and the little girl coped better than expected of anyone her age. At night after her grands had gone to sleep she’d look out her bedroom window, clutching a stuffed bunny she got last christmas from her mum, it was the only time she let herself cry; when no one was looking.
The magic gene ran through the women in Greta’s family, so Gran tried to teach her what she could about the wizarding world, its rules and expectations and kept Greta’s accidental magic in check. Granddad was a normal muggle but he had loved the bits of magic his wife had used, he’d never seen its dark side so neither had Greta. By the time her letter arrived she was a kind, well spoken, well adjusted kid and she fit in easily once in the castle. There were so many that wished to break her spirit, for one reason or another, but Greta was resilient and full of so much light that the darkness she encountered could not drown. It was also luck that kept her private life private, no one knew about her family and how her mom had gone missing, or why she hadn’t got any magic. In fact, through personal research Greta learned her mom was one of only three women in the entire matriarchal line who never had any magic. Greta never knew, her grandparents had not told her and she’d been too young to remember her mom not doing any. The initial discoveries made Greta want to discover more and around the time she turned fifteen she initiated the help of friends to start searching for her mom again. Greta was convinced there were answers she needed and finding her mom was the only way.
Unfortunately for Greta the wizarding world could not remain peaceful for as long as she needed it to. Though she’d never had an interest in politics she found herself as undersecretary, her social skills made her an asset to anyone running for office or holding it. Greta thought perhaps she had a better chance to find a missing witch with the power of the ministry behind her. No one there needed to know her mom was a squib, and the ministry had ways of finding people that muggle law enforcement couldn’t even dream of. But then the view of the world shifted, magical creatures needed help and the ministry was overrun by those that would see them burn rather than give them equality. Greta had always thought she’d been put here for a reason, she thought she’d found it already but she was pulled into the conflict by her golden heart. Though she was currently, technically, working for Rodolphus Lestrange she disagreed with his platform and chose to use her sleuthing skills to bring down his campaign. The idea of working for him if he became minister soured her stomach, she’d have to put her personal issues to bed and deal with the ones she couldn’t ignore. Greta hates the thought of fighting anyone, she’s a pacifist, but she’ll do what it takes to ensure that no one has to get hurt.
— dandelion fields, heat lightning, hand painted tea cups, singing in the car, white and pink lace, head thrown back laughing, mix tapes, wind blown hair, mermaid scales, painted bodies, fairytales, cotton candy skies, Dutch braids, hedgehogs, balls of yarn, hand knit sweaters, music festivals, cinnamon rolls, books on plant care, handwritten notes, party dresses, the smell of baking cookies, the pop of champagne bottles, angel wings, heart over head.
IF HISTORY IS DEAD AND GONE
I’ve found that there is always some beauty left – in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.— anne frank
A child born of true passion, Greta’s parents loved so brightly that all they could do was burn out. Reckless in both heart and mind, her mother was always halfway out the door. There was an effort from the woman when she was born, but she was much too young, and much too selfish. Without much thought, her mother left her with her grandparents while she finished off school. Too young to really remember her absence, by the time she was entering grade school, her mum had come back into her life full throttle. She got a steady job, created a loving environment for her daughter to grow, and made up for all early childhood she had missed. Greta had grown to cherish those memories that they had together.
However, all too soon, it was ripped away from her all over again. Her mother became more erratic during the month before her disappearance. She would be overly withdrawn and then over involved. Sometimes Greta could get away with murder, other days she was punished for the smallest of mistakes. They were never overly harsh punishments, but it put her on eggshells all the same. It wasn’t something the young child could put into words; not something she even entirely remembered. What was supposed to be a weekend at her Grands turned into a permanent home. Instead of collecting her daughter on Sunday as promised, her mother disappeared into the wind. Her belongings had been left untouched in their old home. Only the small duffle bag she’d had when she dropped Greta off was missing. Even if it didn’t look like she’d left, the little girl felt abandoned all the same.
With her disappearance came lots of press and speculation. There were interviews with police officers, detectives, all the officials that were trying to figure out just what had happened. Her grandparents kept her sheltered from the community. The people that tended to pry and probe as though Greta’s hurt belonged to them; as if they were entitled to it. Within the walls of her grandparent’s home, Greta was safe, warm, and for the most part happy. Despite the countless interviews, home investigations, and hours put into the case, her mother’s disappearance was left inconclusive. However, the officials suspected that she was dead, and that it was best for Greta to grieve and move on. As she grew up, she relied on the warmth and the security of her grandparents. At one point the story she’d been told about her mother satisfied her, but that comfort wouldn’t last long.
Finding out she was a witch was by far the most exciting thing that had happened to her. She loved learning about the Wizarding World, and in turn magic from her Nan. Though her Papa didn’t possess it himself, he was always very supportive of hers. Her grands taught her how to cook, how to fend for herself, how to be comfortable with being independent. They instilled in her the lessons they’d tried to teach her mother, and ultimately, Greta was a far better student. Despite the tragedy that surrounded her heart, Greta kept her kindness and overwhelming compassion. Early on, her life was about helping others. Even when her mother was at her best, there were times that Greta was the one taking care of her. It was all she knew.
Going to Hogwarts was to some degree an escape for the bubbly blonde. Her mother’s disappearance didn’t matter there. No one knew, and because of that she could be free of the stigma that came with it. As nobody asked much about her parents, it was easy to pretend that she wasn’t an orphan, so to speak. Within the walls of Hogwarts, she could be just Greta, and she thrived at it. Her warm and bubbly personality made her popular among her peers. An outgoing rambler, Greta made friends fast, and her loyalty made them stick together. Compliments rolled of her tongue with ease, laughter bubbled around her, happiness danced in her eyes, and excitement clung to her. As outgoing as and warm as she was, Greta’s past gifted her abandonment issues. While she didn’t come off as a hard person, it was difficult for her to let her walls down. Experience made Greta careful in many things, but it didn’t dampen the adventurous spirit that she’d possessed. A hufflepuff in all things except patience. It was a skill she’d never possessed.
Almost surprisingly, one of Greta’s first jobs out of Hogwarts was as undersecretary. She was a mediator, a calming presence in an overly masculine department. They’d expected her to act as nothing more than a secretary, answering phone calls, fetching coffee, the whole works. Greta took them all by surprise when she put her foot down in a meeting. Her voice didn’t waiver as she voiced her disapproval of the plan and casted her vote against it. It was during her time as Undersecretary that she learned just how cruel people could be. Holding back the terrible bills from going through wasn’t enough for her. Always the impatient person, she wanted to stop them before they even made it to her desk; before they were even written. This prompted her to opt out of rerunning for Undersecretary, and change her career path.
Given her position, she was an easy hire into the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures. The name of the department alone was demeaning, and Greta threw herself into the throngs of it. She wanted to be involved in the laws regarding them, in the punishments the ministry felt the need to dish out, and the treatment of creatures that were historically oppressed. Behind her bubbly disposition was true passion and dedication. Greta could be stubborn, but that didn’t stop her from being kind, even to the people she disagreed with. There’s so much she wants to change, and she knows the only way to get things done is to do them herself.
HOW DID WE GET HERE MY GOD, MY GOD
RABASTAN LESTRANGE: The first time she truly spoke with Rabastan was after he supported one of the more demeaning bills that ended up on her desk. Their interaction was full of tension as she rambled passionately about his so called stance. For a while, their interactions continued in that cycle, until eventually he confronted her and allowed her a glimpse at the person behind the mask. It didn’t take her long to fall for him, but Greta had always had carefully placed walls around her heart. The year or so in which they were together was blissful, and she felt herself dipping into the terrifying pool of love. However, it was his declaration of it that made her panic and run the other way. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him back, it was that she did. The innate fear that history would repeat itself caused her to gently turn him away. She wanted to leave before she was abandoned yet again. However, no amount of soothing tones could ease the hurt that came with that level of rejection. Very shortly after, Greta realized her mistake. Given the chance she’d have changed everything about how she reacted that night, but it felt too late. Part of her doesn’t feel as if it’s her place to ask for him back, and part of her wonders if she even deserves him after what she did. Truthfully, it’d been so long since they’d properly spoken that she wasn’t sure if his public appearance was a mask or if he’d changed that much. Greta was hoping it was the former, but she couldn’t be certain of that fact.
MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER: Mun is the kind of guy Greta takes in and makes her pet project, she appreciates the beauty in everyone (mostly) and Mun has been grossly underestimated seemingly his entire life. When they met in school he was the favorite target of some bullies and she stood up for him, they became fast friends after that. Mun wasn’t the useless guy everyone thought, he was quite clever and had a way of getting around roadblocks and rules that impressed rule abiding Greta. When school ended she chose to room with Mun, she trusted him and knew he had very little to his name, she was happy to help him get started. When Rodolphus began to assume power, before the election had ever happened, it was Mun she turned to for help. Mundungus made the perfect spy, he was efficient and no one suspected him, he got more information than anyone else involved in the Uprising and despite his past became a bit of a rising star with the organization. For the first time in his life he was valued and Greta was delighted to see him happy and doing well. Though she worries for his future she knows he is capable of taking care of himself.
OPHELIA SELWYN: Making friends had never been difficult for Greta, she was literal sunshine without being overwhelmingly friendly. Within her first hour at Hogwarts she’d met and befriended Ophelia Selwyn. The idea of becoming so with one of the pureblood elite had not crossed her mind when she was younger but Ophelia was just like her, she was bright and she smiled quite a lot though it didn’t seem to come as easy to her. That first night they stayed up till the sun rose chatting and Greta knew she’d found a lifelong friend. The two were rarely apart in the years to come and Greta knew she could trust Ophelia with anything, in fact she was the first person Greta told about her mom. Ophelia’s connections aided Greta in her search for answers and she was forever grateful but when the time came she would repay her tenfold.
