You're So Naive

Better not let the asp bite you on your way out the door. Elizabeth. 35. Model.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

adamgoddamnedstewart‌:

Adam glances at her, not a hint of recognition on his face before he reached forward to take his coffee. Naturally, it came quickly, but he lingered for a moment at her question, “No, you’re not as important as you think you are,” he says, drawing his wand from his black robes to quickly cool his coffee, “Don’t cause any trouble, I shouldn’t like to meet you again.”

Elizabeth’s coffee was swiftly served and she reached for it without breaking eye contact with the stranger, not caring in the slightest who he really was. You’re not as important as you think you are. She rolled her eyes. Oh, he had no idea just who he was dealing with. But she had places to be and he was so far beneath her feet that she needn’t bother give him the time of day. Without another word, she walked past him with her coffee, prepared to take on the rest of the day.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

adamgoddamnedstewart‌:

Adam bristled with rage, but tried to swallow it down. Quickly, he pulls out his wand and removes the hex before even moving his feet; he’d had it cast on him enough at school to know the feeling without having to test it. Then rolling his eyes as he follows after her, his eyes fixing on the worker’s for a bare moment. He could tell he was uncomfortable, but Adam knows perfectly well it’s impossible to fix assholes. He steps up after her and nods, muttering, “Black coffee,” as he pulls out the appropriate amount, “And I’m sorry for,” he nods, in her direction. After paying and tipping he steps to the side, rolling his shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asks, though he isn’t sure if he expects an answer; still, it might be worthwhile to categorise her in his mind, in the case that she did. People that brazenly self serving were usually worth keeping track of, at least in regards to his work.

Once she’d ordered and stood to the side to wait for it to be made, Elizabeth withdrew her phone to update her Imitamen on her day’s events, featuring some behind the scenes selfies she’d taken at the last shoot she’d been at. She heard the stranger speak and was almost not going to give him the time of day before she flashed him her trademark smile that appeared on magazine covers across the world. “Elizabeth Ross. Do you live under a rock or something?”

[elizabeth-h-ross]

adamgoddamnedstewart‌:

Adam stands before her, his eyes fixed on hers, “Stop trying to make a scene, there’s no need for this. Be a decent person, or leave; your choice,” he says, remaining just as rigid as before. He had always hated people like this, people who thought they owned the world. Hell, it was part of the reason he’d chosen to be an auror. 

Before she knew what she was doing, Elizabeth had pulled out her wand - grateful that she’d chosen to stop in a wix neighbourhood - and with a quick swish and a mumbled hex, she tied the strangers shoe laces together and brushed her way past him, not caring what happened to him in the process as she ordered her coffee. The young man who served her didn’t seem entirely comfortable with the entire situation and she made sure to tip him generously. “Keep the change.”

[elizabeth-h-ross]

guardcdjunipcr‌:

It wouldn’t be the first time the redhead had been ignored or disrespected in her life, she had been through her fair share of the stuff, but with her exhaustion controlling her emotions it annoyed her more than it should have. Her brows furrow at the girl’s backchat, her lips pressing tightly into a thin line before straightening her back and spitting out her words with a sharpness; “I’m a mother and a very busy woman, not some entitled girl that thinks she can just push in front of everyone.”

A mother. Well that certainly explained the aged eyed. Elizabeth had decided a long time ago that she had no intentions of bringing any little brats into the world. The last thing she needed was some annoying little thing running around her ankles, demanding attention. She had no idea how or w h y other people chose to do it. Elizabeth hated kids when she was a kid.

“Well I’m terribly sorry that you did that to yourself but that isn’t my problem. I’m busy myself, and I’m not afraid of taking what I need when I need it,” She was busy, but the shoot would wait for her. Elizabeth was the star of the show after all.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

adamgoddamnedstewart‌:

Adam doesn’t flinch, a smile just barely kept off his face. “I don’t care who you are, you’re not that important. Get to the back of the line, you have no right to try and push people around,” he asserts, standing in front of her, “It’s your own fault if you’re running late, no one else is responsible for you.”

Elizabeth’s smile fell to a flat line and her words were short, concise, as they left her lips. “Move. Or you will be moved.”

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guardcdjunipcr‌:

After a restless night of Griffin’s nightmares and a morning of bombarding questions, Juniper was running on fumes. She had been waiting for her turn to order her coffee for a good ten minutes, the toe of her heels tapping impatiently against the hardwood of the coffee shop as the person in front of her was taking far too long to order a simple iced coffee. Then a woman just walked in front of her as she was about to step forward, oh she saw red. Tapping her on the shoulder, Juniper spoke with a sharp tone: “excuse me little girl. No matter if you are in a rush or not, there is a line and you should get to the back of it.” 

Elizabeth straight up ignored the tap on her shoulder and quite rude comment that was some amusing kind of insult as she made her order. The young girl that took her order was quite obviously uncomfortable and Elizabeth was sure to tip her generously before she actually turned around. The woman barely looked older than herself and she plastered a smile on her face and her arms folded instinctively over her chest. “If I’m a little girl, what does that make you?” She was about to make this woman wait a whole lot longer for her coffee now.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

moodboard 2/?; elizabeth heather ross && internal

“Those who pray for your downfall are concentrating negative thoughts towards you, without taking cognisance of the slippery ground in which they are standing, which could lead to their downfall.”  ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

[elizabeth-h-ross]

moodboard 1/?; elizabeth heather ross && external

“ “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.”   ~ Jane Austen

[elizabeth-h-ross]

adamgoddamnedstewart‌:

Adam stares at her coldly, clearly not stepping out of her way by any stretch of the imagination as he regains his space, “You can go to the back of the line and wait like a decent person,” he says, his tone curt as he forces himself to meet her gaze.

Elizabeth’s glare could have cut glass. “Do you have any idea with whom you’re talking to?” She folded her arms over her chest, lips curved into a fake smile. “Now, I’m very busy. I’m on the way to a shoot. And I need a coffee that doesn’t taste like the bottom of an ash tray. Move out of my way.” She spoke each sentence clearly and firmly, making her points clear.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

astrayedauror‌:

❛ elizabeth ross ◞ ✦ * ╱ 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

                   ❝  Where  are  you  off  too?  ❞  she  asked  brushing a  lock  of  her  hair  behind  her  hair.    she  didn’t  know  the  woman  personally  but  knew  her  by  her  work.    she  made  sure  to  walk  at  her  pace.  ❝  do  you  mind  if  i  follow  you  for  a  spell?  ❞  jim  smiled.  ❝  i’m  just  trying to  pass  the  time  for  a  bit.  ❞    

Elizabeth paid little attention to the tail she now had and ordered her coffee to go before turning to address her. “Am I supposed to know you?” She gave her a once over and crooked her eyebrow. “I’m a very busy woman.”

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melancholynotions‌:

❛ elizabeth ross ◞ ✦ * ╱ 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐚

                   zandr  could  feel  his  anger   RISING   to  the  surface.   he  recognized  her  from  the  festival,  and  he  gave  her  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  after  their  interaction.   maybe  she  as  just  having an  off  day.   however,  his  first  impression  seemed to  be  correct.   she  wasn’t  someone that  he  really wanted  to  interact with,  and  if  zandr  was  a  betting man,  he  would  bet  the  feeling  was  mutual.    it  was  extremely rare  for  him  not  to  like  someone, but  there  was  something  that  he  just  didn’t  LIKE.   ❝  this  is  a  public  space.   you  should  really try  and  be  a  bit  more  courteous,  ❞    he  said  in  a  polite but  sharp  voice.   

Elizabeth was preparing to make her coffee order when a voice spoke up, and she turned her head for a moment, ignored him and made her order - she was in a rush after all - before actually gracing the man whom she unfortunately recognised from the festival. He’d caused a dreadful scene. How unfortunate for him. “Oh, I remember you.” She remarked bemusedly, folding her arms over her chest. “Don’t you have some hall to monitor?”

[elizabeth-h-ross]

It had been one hell of a morning. Her manager had booked her for three shoots for the day - which was honestly something to fire the woman over. At the first shoot, the designer was running late, and at the second shoot the photographer seemed as if they hadn’t a clue as to what they were doing and the coffee had been burnt. So they’d had to stop for a mandatory coffee break on the way to the third shoot. “Out of my way.” She brushed someone to the side to get to the front of the coffee line. “I’m in a rush.”

[elizabeth-h-ross]

Elizabeth Ross(Katie McGrath) is a 35 year old pureblood witch born on September 10th 1983. The cisfemale attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her wand is approximately 14.5 inches long, is made out of elm, and has a unicorn tail hair at its core. She uses her left hand to cast spells. She is currently employed as a model. She agrees with the Saguinis Puri group.

The Ross women have always lived a mysterious sort of a life. They may marry or may not, and if they do, it tends to not be for very long before their partner disappears under peculiar circumstances that no one tends to talk about in anything above a hushed whisper before they are silenced. Such was the case for Elizabeth’s parents. She only ever knew the love of her mother Lucy and she knew not to question otherwise. 

As she grew up, she learned of  her heritage and why she wasn’t to ask questions, but was curious all the same and at the age of fourteen found his death certificate dated to October 7th 1984. It meant that her father had been a part of her life, if only for a little while although she couldn’t remember him, and she couldn’t help but imagine how her life would be different if he were still around. Elizabeth found letters between her mother and her aunt and she discovered that her father was a drunkard and abusive, and she didn’t resent her mother, some part of her understood it. Some things just had to be done.

Elizabeth always had a knack for bending the rules in her favour at school, just enough that she could get away with what she liked. Oh, she shouldn’t be doing something? But it wasn’t quite the thing she wasn’t supposed to be doing because of this tiny little loophole she was just able to jump through.

Exams came easily and she fell in to modelling not long of school, originally going on to further studies in potions but dropping out of that when she was approached by an agency - and she would never imagine looking back from there.

Wanted Connections

Ex Friends with benefits (multiple. honestly she can have so many)

Ex friends (Chew them up and spit them out as you climb the food chain)

Current friends

Current friends with benefits

Manager

Personal Assistant

Publicist

[elizabeth-h-ross]

reticentwitch‌:

❛ elizabeth ross ◞ ✦ * ╱ 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 › ELIZABETH & KENINA

she was trying to start over, for what seemed like the hundredth time.  but it was hard when everywhere she went she was reminded of who she used to be.  “aye, i suppose i’ve never truly been drawn to the idea of hiding away in some dusty old cave.”  her words hinting that she wasn’t one to hide who she truly was, the bad and the good.  however, she didn’t mind omitting some of her past when the situation suited it.  “though i never thought i’d see you here, mingling with those that are so clearly not of your world.” 

Elizabeth grinned at her sister’s witty response, trying to picture the redhead as a haggardly witch over a cauldron in a cobweb covered cave. A hand ran through her hair absentmindedly and she glanced over the crowds as her sister continued to speak. “I wouldn’t say mingling so much as... Gracing them with my presence.”

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marblebloodis‌:

❛ elizabeth ross ◞ ✦ * ╱ 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ›

ELIZABETH & MATTHEW

the voice was one he hadn’t heard in a long time.  rumors flew around the school that the ending of the relationship was the one that sent him over the edge, causing him to drop out of the school. in reality, he was just tired of being someone he wasn’t.  and so he left to make a name for himself.  “are you sure?” he questioned.  “i bet the person who gave the free ride would  be in trouble, but then again, i bet most people don’t fucking care who they hurt.” he wanted to be a bit kinder, after all, he was happily married now, but first loves always hurt.  and she was his, even if things were only physical.  “or maybe they have been told to give free rides to those the acts.  who fucking knows.  either way, i don’t think people should, i don’t know, not be shits.”

Oof. Elizabeth had to stifle a laugh. Surely he couldn’t be still hurting after all this time? She was above this, she could just walk away from this worthless m u d b l o o d. But there were cameras around. Elizabeth couldn’t give them the satisfaction if Matthew was going to cause a scene.At least that was what she would tell herself. “Now where’s the fun in that?” She lived a life of doors being opened just for her, getting a free ride on a grimey ferris wheel would be nothing.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

marblebloodis‌:

“do you think they’ll let me ride for free?” he asked with a soft nod to the ferris wheel. “not that i would us the fact that i’m performing on the last day to get free rides. but then again, what’s the harm?” he said with a devilish grin.  he was joking of course.  “nah, i’m just fucking with you.  i don’t pull that shit.  you gotta be full of yourself to do something that douchey” he said through another smile.  though his tone implied that other musical acts were maybe trying to pull that stuff. 

Elizabeth folded her arms over her chest as the man spoke to her, recognising the voice instantly but not giving anything away just yet. She never let people past her walls. Well hardly ever. Matthew was one who grew close. A little too close. She’d had to cut him loose and they hadn’t left each other on the best of terms - it had meant to be purely sexual from the get go, a means to let off some steam. And all that aside, he wasn’t exactly her type, she’d discovered a little too late.  “Well I suppose asking isn’t harming anyone.” She commented, folding her arms over her chest, playing coy as if the last thing she’d said to him hadn’t been hurtful.

[elizabeth-h-ross]

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