YOUNGBLOOD.

i’d call her a storm, or tornado, but they are destruction without purpose. her? she look’ll you in the eye as she tears you open, just to see how much you’ll bleed.

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clarabaes:

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         “          evergreen,          come to trifle amidst the evergreens of hogwarts once more          ?          now i’ve          TRULY          seen it all.          ”

“absolutely.” ellery’s eyes met her friends’, and a grin grew on her face. “bagnold, nice to see you again.”

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adoraisms:

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       adora held her ominioculars in her cloud light fingers,        and through them,        all she could see was green;         the fields surroundings an enormous mansion converted into a hotel.           inside,          it held extravagant corridors dripping in gold,          its private quarters perfect for running through in ballgowns after the last note’s been caressed on the gala’s quartet.          she could see the same fields after the morning’s fog had rolled in and the flying horses had trotted out to stretch their wings,          their owners clasping their cloaks in the stable’s and collecting their steed’s so that they might break through the crowds and witness dusk waking dawn,          and dawn greeting the earth with a bright but hazy smile.          green was also the face masks in the spa,          the tea laced exfoliants,          the flowers available to be picked in the fields.          it was the color of the pitch that ellery evergreen,          seeker for the irish national quidditch team,          was playing above          !          and lastly,          wizarding kind’s famous greenfield hus in sweden that the two witches would be staying in for a miniature holiday once the match was through.

          quidditch had never been her thing,         and it could be argued that there had never once been a thing that adora and ellery had in common.          it was an unspoken fact that,          were it not for their parents camaraderie,          their friendship as of age six when they were introduced,           would not exist.          there would be no pictures of a nanny chasing around an exasperated adora,          stuck to the back of ellery’s children’s broom as she flew around in existence.          no memories of a posh adora cheering ellery on in year seven as she finally got the nerve to try out for the quidditch team.          there would be no colossal pile of correspondence kept on adora’s person at all time’s from ellery,          detailing all of the places she was traveling as she lived out her dreams of chasing the golden snitch,          and vice verse with adora in wizarding theater school.          but she also wouldn’t trade it for anything.          not even the new glinda’s she had her eye on          !          which she could’ve been shopping for,          instead of traveling to sweden by portkey to watch ellery fly around on a broom and consequently stay.          now,          adora didn’t go on spa dates with the blonde like her lifelong best friends ansem and evangeline,          go on shopping trips,            or even get to spend a great deal of time with her busy schedule        —          and she hadn’t lived with her for seven years like her hogwarts grown best friend bryony,          who’d had to talk adora down many times from the metaphorical and muy dramatic edge,          then and now.           but she was lucky to have such a large and diverse group of friends,          and ellery had a very distinct spot in her roster.          for instance          —          she wasn’t around as much,          but she          was          the only one with a sporty bone in her body          !         speaking of:          adora squealed as the chase for the snitch began,          standing before anyone else in the stadium could.

        “         AYYYY,         that is my         ellerycita         !         ”

     it was the rejuvenation she felt in her bones once she stepped back onto the pitch. her body had many a time taken injuries, yet she felt those pains and struggles lifted once she had her broom in hand. quidditch had always been her savior — the light at the end of the tunnel. ellery had always been far from beauty, far from grace. however, bruise and knicks upon her body from bludgers and hits from opponents is what made her who she’s become. agile, nimble, quick  — yet fierce, fiery, and brave. a true gryffindor. 

     having travelled to sweden for a sponsored tournament at the greenfield hus (a company which has shares in both the irish and swedish teams, hence the match), ellery stands next to her teammates, screaming fans littering the stadium. the adrenaline begins to rush in her veins, as the commentator begins to introduce the irish team. readying herself, she steps over, broom set steady between her thighs. she’s ready. yet  — there she was. the tiniest of ravenclaw alumni, she stood out in the crowd. a friend like no other she’s had in her time. 

     the duo had almost nothing in common. adora was beauty, she was grace. ellery was not. she was bruises and cuts, meeting with healers on a regular basis to be sure of her health. but or some reason, the evergreen and de la fuente families were bonded, and therefore, so were the girls. from a young age, the two were inseparable. adora would drag ellery to embrace her femininity, yet ellery would fuss about, always resorting back to brooms and bludgers. they were the farthest from ideal friends that they could be, yet they were closer than they’d ever imagined.

     as quickly as the scrimmage began, it finished, ireland taking the lead just barely, 10 points over sweden. a huffing ellery had caught the snitch merely minutes into the game, swerving just in time before being side-swiped by the seeker from sweden. although the players took the game seriously, off the pitch, they all knew they were here for a sponsored match, and no hard feelings were left. 

     “adora!” ellery exclaims, brushing the dust off her robes. she’d sought the girl out after the match was dead and done, beginning a short (but much needed) vacation time for the girls.  “thank you so much for coming. means a lot.”

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i cannot believe i’m here, back again.

but for those of you who remember me, hi hi hi!! i am back. my name is jo, and i formerly played ellery about two years ago on this roleplay. a turn of events and change in lifestyle has brought me back, bringing my precious gryffindor bean with me.

WOTCHER! There goes ELLERY, who still rocks GRYFFINDOR colors on the sly. I hear their housemates used to call them GREENIE. Loads of wizarding folk are fond of how ALTRUISTIC and LIONHEARTED they are. Then again, others have referred to them as a common goblin when they act PETTY and COLD. Ever since the NINETEEN year old graduated from Hogwarts in 1988, they’ve found themselves hanging around SCOTLAND/IRELAND, but word has it DUBLIN, IRELAND is their stomping grounds. The EVERGREEN family likes to brag that ever since they’ve become a SEEKER FOR THE IRISH NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM, they’re raking in the galleons, but I reckon only Gringotts knows the truth. I heard that one time, they stumbled onto a muggle street by mistake; someone asked if their name was SASHA PIETERSE, though they haven’t the faintest idea who that is. (jo, she/her, 22, mst.)

alright!! so heres the quick version while i lazily try to recreate a biography for her.

her home life was simple. no siblings. just her, her father (an official within the ministry), and her mother (working at the ministry in the department of regulation and control of magical creatures). she is from dublin, ireland and has since spent a lot of time between there and hogwarts. she grew up having a huge interest in quidditch, and often times was found practicing once her father gifted her the broom that started it all.

ellery graduated in ‘88 from hogwarts, quickly being snatched up by ireland’s national quidditch team. she was a seeker for gryffindor from ‘87 to ‘88. since then, she’s become the seeker for ireland, and often is travelling for tournaments. 

a true gryffindor, she’s a lionheart. bravery runs in her veins, and fear isn’t something she feels. ellery grew up taking risks from the beginning, and that wasn’t about to change leaving hogwarts. once a gryffindor, always a gryffindor. she still sports her pride by showing up to matches between the hogwarts’ houses, rooting for her favourite team. 

i’m looking for all sorts of connections for her, past and present. if we had a plot long ago that you somehow remember, feel free to reach out and we can tweak it. other than that, i have some ideas here.

feels good to be back, fam.

[hedakylo]

G R Y F F I N D O R

You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart. —The Sorting Hat, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

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A HOUSE AWAY FROM HOME → ELLERY EVERGREEN AS A FORMER GRYFFINDOR

❝  you MIGHT belong in gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set gryffindors apart. ❞