Elisabeth Joanna Penhallow

Loving daughter and sister, 11 years of age, born in London. Part wolf, part Nephilim. I... like to read. I do suppose I'm not really that interesting, but I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have even so.

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

Yeah, I guess. But still— how on earth does one lose a person? Then again I did just that with my sister. Well, I’m not very familiar with this place, so I probably won’t be of much help. But I can keep you company while keeping an eye out for her. What does she look like?

That’s a really pretty name. But it’s also long. Do you have a nickname? You can call me Zach.

[ellapenhallow]

I suggest you watch your tongue, for it does sound an awful lot like you are blaming me. And I can assure you that losing a person is far more easy than losing an inanimate object, because said objects do not usually run off on their own. Perhaps that is the way with precious things; easy to lose if you take your eyes off them, even for a second.

Oh really, so you must be visiting then? Well, she has brown hair and blue eyes, and she isn't very tall. She barely reaches my shoulders.

I... Ella is fine.

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

Hm.. Maybe.. [he blinks] Just.. Just forget I said all that, alright? I never really meant to say so much.. Should we start looking for your sister? How on earth did you lose her anyway? 

Very well, I concede. I’m Zach Wate. What’s your name?

[ellapenhallow]

I... [blinks and clears throat in confusion before blushing] Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. You be sure that it is not to be blamed on me, Rachael tends to wander off. She lives in a world of her own and her size and speed allows her to disappear quite easily.

Pleasure to meet you, Zachary. My name is Elisabeth Joanna Penhallow.

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

And why would you want to get to know me? You’ll just end up hating me, everybody does. Well, not everybody. There are quite a few people who actually think I’m fun to be with, but they don’t even take me seriously. So why would you? Not that I blame those people for not wanting to treat me seriously. I’m the happy guy after all. I don’t have problems and crap. I’m incapable of feeling. I’ll help you look for your sister, though. 

Extraordinary? Yeah, well, plenty would beg to differ. You’d be surprised at the amount of people who would. No. Never get a hamster. In fact, never get a pet anything. You’ll just get attached to it, and the next thing you know is that your nine-year-old sister has left the cage door open and lets Bolt out. We never found him, Bolt. He was a dog, by the way, not a hamster. And my parents reprimanded me for not giving it better care. 

[ellapenhallow]

Oh, but I am sure I wouldn't! Your company has been very... I mean... well, very enjoyable so far... and why on earth would you say that? Everyone is capable of feeling. Perhaps you simply need the right person to feel for.

Oh, I... you wouldn't do wisely in competing with me in that category, for I would surely win...

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

Do you want me to accompany you? Well, if I’m being completely honest, I’m not really ‘looking’ for her. She’ll turn up; she always does. Besides, it’s good not having to look after her, or have her tail after me.. It’s not fun being little Miss Perfect Wate’s babysitter, you know. [he furrows his brows, wondering why he just said that. He mutters his next few words] Always thinking she’s better than me..

A Mundane? That means normal, right? Yeah. As normal as one can get, I guess. Ah don’t worry. Rude is when you start yelling at me, or accusing me of killing your pet hamster.

[ellapenhallow]

Oh, but perhaps... perhaps you could accompany me even so? I would lo -- enjoy your company, rather... and maybe you could tell me more about your sister-- oh what am I saying, I mean, I... Maybe we could... get to know each other better? While looking for my sister, I mean.

Oh, so you are a Mundane... Oh, but quite an extraordinary one! I did not mean-- I did not mean to call you normal.

I don't have a pet hamster... I could always get one though. If you'd like that...

[ellapenhallow]

M!A: Your muse has been bitten by the love bug! S/He will have to behave as if they are completely and utterly in love for at least 5 hours.

Oh dear Angel, help me...

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

Ah, unfortunately, I don’t think I’ve seen her. Like you said, I would have remembered. Is she in this— what do you call this place? Institute? What is it with younger sisters disappearing, ey? I’m looking for mine as well.

[ellapenhallow]

Oh, I suppose I should keep looking then. Maybe I could assist you in looking for your own sister as well?

I... are you a Mundane? Oh dear. Pardon my bluntness, I simply had to ask, I did not mean to be rude...

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[zacharywate]

What does she look like? 

[ellapenhallow]

Oh, she isn’t very tall — she barely reaches my shoulder — with brown hair and blue eyes… I believe you would have noticed being in her prescence. In fact, I am rather confident you would have remembered encountering her. Her name is Rachael.

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[jcbanelightwood]

Hey, calm down. I was just saying. I mean, if you did, she wouldn’t be gone, right? And it isn’t treating her like an animal; she’d just be easier to keep a hold of, is all.

[ellapenhallow]

I am calm! Well I wouldn't feel morally right by doing so, and I suspect my parents and brother would be upset with me... and there is quite the chance that she will either drag me along with her or gnaw the leash off. Either way it would be improper and I hope you do not treat your own siblings like that.

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

[jcbanelightwood]

I’ve heard of people putting leashes on their kids so that they don’t lose them. You should consider one! It’d save you the time of looking for her.

[ellapenhallow]

Excuse me? Are you suggesting that I put a leash on my sister? That is scandalous, who would ever do such a thing? She may be highly energetic but that is no reason to treat her like... like some animal!

[ellapenhallow]

I don't suppose anyone has seen my sister?

She tends to disappear every now and then...

[ellapenhallow]

What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life?

Oh, I don't know if I have a favourite dish in that sense... But I do care for my father's cooking quite a lot.

[ellapenhallow]

What is your favorite thing about being a Shadowhunter?

Oh, everything. It is so very rewarding to know that I am part of protecting mankind from harm, even though one does not get recognized for doing so. Perhaps someday when I'm old enough to hunt properly I will do even more good. I would love to be of use to the Nephilim kind.

[ellapenhallow]

What is it like being the Consul's daughter?

Oh, although I often miss her as any child would, it is quite rewarding to know that my mother is dedicating her time and devotion to the Clave and our cause.

Speaking of my mother, she has told me not to speak to strangers. I suggest you remove that mask before this conversation can proceed. Or possibly not, seeing as I may not recognize you either way.

[ellapenhallow]

The Library || Ella & Nate

[natepenhallow-blog]

Nate sighed, but chuckled moments later. At least his sister wasn’t angry at him, he thought. Her teasing him was better than having her scowl at him during the entire conversation. Although he wasn’t liking being on the other end of the teasing for once. “Alright, alright. Drop it.” he said, taking a quick sidelong glance at her before they rounded a corner. “Someone might hear and think I actually do have a crush on Genevieve. Which, for the billionth time, I do not. Speaking of crushes, do you fancy anyone, little sister?” Nate’s eyebrow arched in curiosity and amusement as he waited for his younger sister’s reaction, a teasing smile on his face. “Perhaps that young Shadowhunter boy— what was his last name? Graymark, wasn’t it?”

"That makes sense." he mumbled under his breath. The two walked down a flight of stairs and down another narrow corridor. Voices filled the hallways and just before they reached the end of the corridor, they crossed paths with a couple of Mundane servants who smiled and greeted them. "I do hope she can stay for a month as well, but we know how busy mother can get. Though I am glad she got take time off and come home, even if that means she’ll only be stay for a little while." A part of Nate wanted his mother to be around all the time. He needed her, and he liked having her around to care for him. However, he knew that her work was important. Still, he missed the days when she was always around.

[ellapenhallow]

Ella shuddered slightly, scrunching her nose as she rather quickly decided to put the matter of her brother fancying Genevieve aside. He did have cruel ways to retaliate. What he had just said was no different, and Ella couldn't help but wonder why it was that she could never seem to learn -- in any context, really, for she had a bad habit of repeating her mistakes -- and each time she managed to get under Nate's skin, he always returned the favour twofold. "Oliver? Oh by the Angel, no," the young girl said in a high pitched voice, distaste written all over her face. It did not matter that she did not wish to show him how much it had affected her, but objecting seemed to be an inevitable resort. "He is by far the most annoying little boy I have ever met. So very immature."

Shaking her head slightly as if to rid her mind of the very thought of Oliver Blackthorn, Ella tried to abandon the discussion of the matter at hand. He was truly very childish, even though he was a full year older than him, and she did wish they did not have to train together even though it was rarely. He always made such inappropriate jokes, most of them based on her being a girl of all things. Ella did not see why her gender was a reason of ridicule. "Oh, but one can always hope," she said with delight, happy to speak of something else. "I am, too. Surely we will make as much as we can of this week though?"

[ellapenhallow]

[owain--herondale-blog]

She seemed happier now, and he hoped that what he’d said earlier could be erased by a story. She was still young; perhaps she wouldn’t cry anymore. Owain felt a twinge of nervousness as he cleared his throat, ready to read aloud; he definitely hadn’t come into the library…

[owain--herondale-blog]

Ella had mumbled something, and while Owain was reading, he wasn’t sure if she had muttered it to herself or was actually speaking to him. He figured that if it were really important, though, she would have the sense to stop and tell him. However, she did no such thing, and he continued happily.

The young Herondale was feeling pleased with himself, having made her laugh. She seemed extremely intent on the story, which was good — that meant no more crying. His eyes widened slightly when she spoke, though, stifling a laugh. “Ducks are the source of all evil, Miss Penhallow,” he said nodding gravely. “You see, they’re merciless — as portrayed in this story. Ruthless towards even their own kind. My father took me once to Hyde Park alone and showed me that they’ll even eat their own — cannibalistic tendencies, can you believe? And Carys finds them cute…” he trailed off, making a face before focusing on her once more and giving her a mischevious smile. “They’re terrible creatures; you must always approach them with extreme caution, if absolutely necessary. If not, then I suggest you try to avoid them altogether.”

Owain rubbed his nose, leaning back and looking at her curiously. She was on her knees, and they were at eye level, which distantly surprised him. He stared at her for a few moments, at a loss of words, before turning away and clearing his throat. “Ah, so,” he said, grasping for something to talk about and feeling rather awkward. “What are your plans for the day?”

[ellapenhallow]

Ella regarded Owain with wide curious eyes, resisting the urge to giggle or question his conviction. He seemed rather determined that ducks were in fact creatures of evil and even though Ella herself had a rather hard time believing him — she had always cared for the adorable ducklings, dragging her father or mother to Hyde Park to feed them whenever she had the chance — but not seeking any conflict, the young girl simply nodded along with a sincere expression masking her amusement. It was not the kind of amusement on would connect to ridicule; quite the opposite really, as she was thoroughly enjoying listening to him speak.

Unable to hide her excitement, Elisabeth looked at him with a bright smile on her lips and genuine joy in her every feature. “My mother is coming home today,” she said with delight. It was a childish and innocent happiness that spread throughout her heart with the thought, and momentarily it wasn’t as heavy. Her heart was, often, weighed down by matters one may not consider much of a burden; but it was much to carry for someone of her young age. Any moment when she spared herself was one when she would once again act as the child she was. “What about you?”

[ellapenhallow]

The Library || Ella & Owain

[owain--herondale-blog]

She seemed happier now, and he hoped that what he'd said earlier could be erased by a story. She was still young; perhaps she wouldn't cry anymore. Owain felt a twinge of nervousness as he cleared his throat, ready to read aloud; he definitely hadn't come into the library anticipating this -- and besides that, he hated reading. Maybe doing it with a partner would make things a bit more fun, but he doubted it.

After she settled herself next to him, he flipped to the title page of the first story: The Ugly Duckling. He glanced over at her, smiling wryly. "This is a tale," he began, "of a terrible villain. If you ever encounter something like this in our present day, I highly encourage you to flee. Ducks are forever ugly -- there is no changing that, and you should never be fooled by their seemingly harmless exterior. They are beasts on the inside, Miss Penhallow; always remember that."

Feeling more satisfied, the dark haired Nephilim began to read the actual words on the page. "Once upon a time, in a beautiful blue pond, there lived two ducks. These two -- " he hesitated, frowning on the word 'majestic' before substituting it for something more fitting and soldiering on, " -- feathered creatures lived on naturally before the mother duck decided that she wished to have children. Soon after, six baby ducklings were hatched from their pearl white eggs. There was one, however, that seemed amiss..."

Owain continued, his voice pitching at just the right times, changing it when need be, and sounding absolutely miserable when he read the little ugly duckling's lines. He also decided to edit Mr. Andersen's work with more adequate words, or so he thought: 'cute' to 'minimally terrifying', 'soft quacks' to 'quiet battlecries', 'pensieve' to 'contemplating murder', and the like.

There was no doubt that he felt quite satisfied by the end of the story as he let it fall into his lap and gave Ella a winsome smile. "So," he said, looking at her intently. "Did you learn anything?"

[ellapenhallow]

Ella looked up at Owain, then back at the book as her brows furrowed. He wasn't reading the words... or he was, occasionally, but she did not recall this part of the story. Neither could she see it written. Slowly and careflully raising a finger as if asking permission to speak, the young girl carefully said "I don't believe that's how the story goes," pointing it out with curious eyes, her voice fading as Owain returned her gaze and her hand once again dropped to her side.

His voice was fairly pleasant to listen to, Ella reasoned as he reached the final pages. When he read it was neither too fast nor too slow in pace -- and even though his face was fairly indifferent as his eyes focused on the written words, his voice was full of emotion. Especially when he read as the poor duckling, Ella couldn't help but giggle. He was truly an excellent narrator.

"Well," she said as she turned to face him. "Even though I suspect the actual moral of the story may have escaped me..." Ella curled up further onto the sofa, pulling in her legs so that she was in fact sitting on her knees -- something that made her nearly as tall as him where he sat leaning against the back. "I believe I have learned that you do not care very much for ducks. Which I understand, if they are as mean toward eachother as they were to the poor baby swan."

[ellapenhallow]

The Library || Ella & Owain

[owain--herondale-blog]

Relief washed over the young Herondale as she gave him a slight smile, the tears seemingly gone. He returned it with a shaky smile of his own, watching her get up and walk straight to where he was, picking through the bottom shelves at the fairy tales.

"Ah, it seems as if you know what you are doing," he teased lightly, his earlier grin returning as she held out a book to him. "And Hans Christian Andersen, even. That sounds like a wonderful choice." He took the small tome from her and moved towards the plush seats by the fire, motioning for her to follow him. "Come, then; if this is what you want to be read, then I shall read it."

Hans Christian Andersen was one of the first authors that his mother had introduced him to; although he would never admit it, his favourite was The Little Mermaid. It always made him indescribably sad, knowing that she would have to die for love. He often felt that the prince was rather stupid, and this, if any, was a reason not to fall into love with a Mundane. They'd never understand how much that the Nephilim or Downworlder had to sacrifice in order to be with them.

Owain dropped himself onto the couch unceremoniously, smiling up at her and patting the seat next to her as he opened the book up. The first story was The Little Duckling, and the dark hair boy scowled in annoyance. That was how things had to go, wasn't it? "Sit down; I'll start from the beginning."

[ellapenhallow]

Ella couldn't help but smile even brighter as Owain gestured for her to have a seat beside him, hurrying over in light steps before jumping onto the cushioned sofa. There was something about his expression which made her found his features even more amiable -- something about the way his eyes lit up before going into deep thought when she had handed him the book, and the... well, wise way he simply seemed to act in the moment. She could not understand why anyone would possibly dislike the boy. In a way, perhaps because they were alike. But only slightly. The similarities were almost non-existent.

Nodding along to everything he said up until that point, Ella found herself suddenly furrowing her brows as she noticed the disgrunted expression on his face upon opening the book. In confusion she nodded once again, moving closer so that she could read along if she wished even though she planned to listen mostly.