𝐈𝐓'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄 if cadmus said that he didn’t feel disgruntled by the fact that muggleborns and half - bloods alike lurked about the ballroom. it left a bad feeling in his stomach … like , how one felt when one knew there was a boggart hiding in the armoire in storage. it was just an overwhelming feeling of dread. in a true cadmus fashion , the man sullenly leans against the wall as he nurses a glass of firewhiskey.
❛ what are you supposed to be , anyway ? ❜ the pureblood frowns , criticizing the other despite the ambiguous nature of his own costume.
AND WASN’T THIS A DELIGHT ? not even five minutes after actually entering the main room did she find herself looked upon , no , --- criticised , by someone she could practically smell the elite off of . ( ... she shall be cashing on on that bet she had made with her father in ... oh , five minutes ? ) a click of the tongue , and adelina turns her head with a rather bored gaze . she would say she had to take a moment to take in the other , but frankly , she was left sadly underwhelmed . pity . she lifts her goblet to her lips .
“ ... i do believe i came as the general embodiment of UNINTERESTED . ”
marina moschen, 22, trans woman, she/her. ⋆ ◦ ° * ✧⋆ merlin ! that’s ADELINA TORRES over there ! did you know they’re a DUELLER now ? they look ASTUTE , but don’t forget that they can be HARD-HEADED. see , i always thought of ‘ the taste of metal in your mouth and carmine lipstick on your teeth & the blazing, wet eyes that comes with it. the scratch of a record from too-eager dancing on your creaking bedroom floor ; the dedication that comes with setting rules and surpassing goals within them, and the learned knowledge that ambition is hollow when there is no goal to aim for. glass ceilings remember nobody. ’ when i saw the HALF-BLOOD so it doesn’t surprise me that they feel POSITIVE towards muggles.
adelina was raised with a certain level of guilt that she was sure to hide at the bottom of her stomach. ghastly aware of what her existence had meant for her father and his name, despite his attempts of protection, there was always a great need within her to outshine any competition --- and when she got to hogwarts, that meant doubly towards purebloods. to be sorted into slytherin as a half-blood was ... concerning, for while adelina took great pride in her name by virtue of her father only, there were certain communal beliefs that brought bile to her throat.
she was isolated, to say the least. and only part of it was due to the social stigma. her school years were some of the loneliest of her life, and frankly-- she was content with it. it allowed her to study and work through her guilt and raise herself above the expectations put upon her. her first two years were the trickiest-- and while she did not lag behind so much, it was a hurdle to jump when confronting the atlas-level burdens put upon herself and the lack of conversation. most of her interactions came from teachers, as well as the constant owls to and from her father --- something that only teetered out in her final few years, when studying was all that occupied her mind.
duelling was something she was always apt with-- powerful was always a word used to describe her in magical ability only. her wand was her closest friend and strongest ally---as soon as she’d managed to break it in by her second year. one could say this was the not only the breaking point for the wand, but also for her-- as any advances she had made towards friendships had been drawn into herself, and she had slowly become a recluse in her own right in lieu of gaining power. offensive and defensive spells are her speciality, and when one says speciality ---- her shelves of golden medals and trophies can attest to it.
so, once free of hogwarts and the watchful eyes of her peers, she traded one lense for another. she worked her way up the athletic magic chain one duel, one competition at a time, and it took two years for her to become a national champion. once her shelves at her father’s home were full she took a year to travel the world with a portion of her ever growing prize money and learn technique and spells and combinations from other champions. the whole time sending earned rewards back to her father at home, to put into savings or to use for himself, alongside postcards and trinkets. it’s while she was in her first week home after her first international win in the united states that she truly began to question her motivations and drives. after all-- she’d started the journey to give her father someone to be proud of, someone he wouldn’t regret trading his old life in for. and the slow realisation that he would be proud without any matter of accomplishment settled into her bones.
she did not retire, but she did take a break. it has been a year since her epiphany, and a year of finding a new path-- in her case, studying to take up a teaching mantle, as well as looking into being an auror and following her father’s footsteps. she has enough funds to last her a lavish lifestyle for many years, and naturally her eye had been drawn to doors she knew she could not open, and doubted she even wanted to. still .. the curiosity of a life that could have been was always an intoxicating thing.
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name: adelina torres.
age: 22.
date of birth: april 30.
zodiac: taurus.
mbti: isfp.
house: slytherin.
patronus: red fox.
wand: aspen wand with dragon heartstring core, 11 inches long, unyielding flexibility.
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wanted connections:
healing partner: assigned at the start of adelina’s career, this connection is someone who has managed to get under her skin and peel back layer after layer. not only did they travel the country together, they have travelled the world, and now find themselves back where they started, all the more grown for it. somewhat ride or die, someone adelina considers her closest friend. can be romantic, if the character is a woman, platonic, or on-and-off-again. no matter what, they remain close.
rival: a rival in the duelling world. this is rather open ended, but the two have friendly ( or not-so friendly ) competition. did i hear enemies to friends to lovers. maybe so.
