maybe it was the established routine, or the general comfort she always felt when she was in the presence of those she trusted most, but eloise couldn’t help but feel at PEACE during her brunches with luciana ( @ofluciana ). the elegance of the greengrass manor cast a protective shield around them, dulling the simple truth that there was a war brewing just beyond the family estate. not that eloise’s passiveness had contributed to either side’s efforts, but tolls of war were enough for even someone like her to feel them everyday, as muted and insignificant they were. her fingers wrap around her spoon, metal clinking against her tea cup as she stirs, other palm rested against her cheek. “it really is lovely to see you.” she starts, voice sugary sweet, but there’s a hint of sincerity, mask off. there was no need to flaunt her carefully crafted facade, not in the presence of someone who knew her as well as luciana did. “how are you holding up, y’know . . . with everything ? how is blaise ? i miss his cute little face.”
time seems to slow down as ELOISE GREENGRASS walks into the bar, and rita finds herself frozen in place, drink halfway raised to her lips, her gaze involuntarily fluttering away from the guy she’s with. glass almost slips from her grasp, but she quickly collects herself and tries to return to her more than bland conversation with her just slightly better than average looking date. she lasts a couple of minutes, her smile brighter than usual, her eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. definitively overcompensating, definitively failing. “ excuse me. i have to…. go. this has been lovely, really, “ she says, words dripping with insincerity, with that sugary sweetness that only tells lies. she turns around before he gets the chance to get another word in, and she tries to tell herself that she hasn’t been rattled, that she could just leave right now. walk out. go home. go to sleep. but she still finds herself walking through the bar, her heart thumping a dangerous melody in her chest, threatening her, warning her. you’re on thin fucking ice, skeeter. “ greengrass, “ she says in acknowledgement, as she slides into the chair next to her. just a few years ago, a venomous comment would have followed shortly, and her stare would have been lethal. now, it’s dangerously soft, almost a little bit shy. she hates it. “ you looked lonely. “ more like lovely, but okay. “ and i was having a terrible date, “ she adds, as if to explain why she’s here, why she’s back, when she has so solemnly sworn that they’d never end up like this, again.
it was never intentional, ending up at the same bar nearly every week. but she’s had a long day and even though all she really needs is a good night of sleep, she convinces herself that she needs a drink more. so there she is, sitting at the bar stirring her drink when she hears her voice, like music to hers ears, drawing her back to reality. she shifts, resting cheek against palm as she turns to mirror the woman, a curved eyebrow lifting in question. “how kind of you to save me from my MISERY. it’s always rita to the rescue.” the once accusatory tone that always followed when rita was present has faded into something a little softer, perhaps even kinder. to be honest, she doesn’t quite know what to make of it. but eloise can’t help herself from falling, can’t fight the way that her heart flutters when she smells rita’s sweet perfume or the way it races when their hands brush ever so slightly. “so that’s why you look so pretty.” oops, maybe she didn’t mean to say that out loud ( or maybe she did ), but she moves on without even acknowledging it, as if it meant nothing. “it was so bad that you’ve resorted to drinking with me, huh ? must’ve been miserable then. who was the lucky person anyway ?” her fingers absentmindedly tug at a lock of her hair ( a nervous habit ) as she sips on her drink, attempting to mask her interest in the details of the date. she shouldn’t care because there’s nothing between them, right ? but she does. and she hates it.
“ i’m so sorry to bother you, but by any chance have you seen my cat ? she’s missing and i’m worried SICK. ” sybill is standing outside the three broomsticks and she is still smiling despite the lack of success so far —– has been hanging flyers and handing out photos around hogsmeade all morning but no one is helping her has any information. sybill hasn’t seen luna in a few days, she missed thursday tea time and luna has never missed thursday tea time ( luna’s favorite is oolong and sybill had brewed a large pot for her yesterday, drank it all herself when she was stood up and couldn’t sleep because of it —– which just gave her more time to obsess over what could be wrong. ) “ please, do you have a MINUTE ? ”
eloise tends to mind her own business ( the last thing she needs is a distraction ), but the words missing cat are enough to drag her out of her bubble to stop and listen. her meeting didn’t begin for another half hour and well . . . she had nothing better to do than sit and drink herself silly and to be honest, looking for a lost cat sounded way more appealing. “what does she look like ? i think i have a few minutes to spare to help look.” kindness has never been eloise’s strong suit, especially if she would receive nothing in return. but all she can think about is her cat ( mango ), cold and ALONE because she couldn’t find her way back home. and she can hardly bear the thought. “is there a certain treat that she loves that we can use to help find her ? maybe she’s just gotten lost and is hiding somewhere because she’s scared.”
her mother’s voice was still ringing in her ears as she glides through the crowds, fake smile plastered across her features. the FIGHT they’d had before they arrived lingers in the back of her mind, resentment boiling in the pit of her stomach. maybe her dress was too tight, or maybe the night was really that unbearable, but eloise could think of million different places she would rather be than at the yaxley manor that summer evening. yet here she was, forced to be on her best behavior with the weight of her mother’s gaze on her back to motivate her as she swirls from group to group, performing her role as the perfect daughter with ease ( she could do it with her eyes shut ). but eloise was suffocating, itching for a way to get out, desperate for a moment alone, for anything. it’s then that she sees the slightly ajar balcony door and she realizes that this is it --- her escape. and the second her mother isn’t looking, she slips out into the warm evening air, enveloped by the tranquility. but it wasn’t all hers either. she recognizes the boy’s face ( @sirvusblvck ), though not well, had only caught glimpses at events and school. but eloise had never been one to shy away from a conversation either. “are you out here planning your escape too ? i already tried the front door ---- it didn’t work.”
sharp fingernails tap against her desk, and her lips pull into a half smile, exposing a row of teeth that are almost too white to look quite real. the soft january sun slices through the large window ( because of course, bellatrix lestrange’s office is nothing short of fucking extraordinary ), and bathes them in warmth. it’s a sharp contrast to the chilliness in her gaze. “ i should hope so. you’ll have to be, “ she says, cold authority pouring into her voice, sending slivers of ice coursing through the air. she doesn’t break eye contact with the young girl as she leans forward, and the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. she feeds off it - bathes in the way she can bend, break, shape the greengrass girl to her will. perhaps that’s what draws bellatrix to her —- but her name and legacy alone are enough to make her… weak. “ — i need someone. tonight. “ she finally says. there’s a long pause. a clawlike hand is placed underneath her chin, an elbow rested against her desk. “ it’s a private matter. not… ministry related. you will have to be discreet. “
to say that eloise greengrass was out of her element would be a bit of an understatement. here she was, beginning her first real job ( working for the family business doesn’t count ) and it happens to be for one of the most powerful people in the ministry. she’s not SCARED, only intimidated by the woman towering above her, but she doesn’t crack. yet she can’t ignore the unmistakable feeling that bellatrix can see right through her facade, can detect even the slightest bit of discomfort, even if its buried deep beneath the surface. the thought alone was terrifying, but she perseveres, swallowing the regret that had already begun to seep in. “i can be discreet.” she assures her boss, rose colored lips pressed together as her hands fold in her lap. she was good at taking orders ( she had learned from the best after all ) and there was nothing she wanted to do more than impress her boss, if that was even possible. “what do you need me to do, mrs. lestrange ?”
“she would wake up in the middle of the night and the only thing around her would be the darkness and that hollow place in her heart.”
eloise greengrass , twenty three years old.
slytherin , pureblood & neutral.
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BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME eloise amelie greengrass
NICKNAME el.
OCCUPATION trying to be an administrative assistant at the ministry of magic.
AGE twenty-three.
DATE OF BIRTH june 17th.
ORIENTATION bisexual & biromantic.
GENDER & PRONOUNS cisfemale & she/her/hers.
MORAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral.
CURRENT RESIDENCE london, england.
HOGWARTS HOUSE slytherin.
ZODIAC gemini.
✶ — childhood
eloise amelie greengrass was born into the affluent & wealthy greengrass family as the eldest daughter and heiress to the family fortune, a title bestowed on her from the very day she was born . her sister was born three years later, completing the greengrass family. her parents were manipulative and clever business owners who mainly focused on repurposing and selling jewels to wealthy pure bloods . their business might seem kinda shady but it is actually legit , though their prices are extremely steep which doesn’t seem to be a problem for any of their customers . since the greengrass’s have always been extremely successful , eloise grew up living a luxurious life in a large house outside of london with a handful of maids at her beck and call . isabelle & richard wanted nothing less for their daughter , whom they constantly doted on , so el grew up with the notion that world was her oyster .
but her beloved childhood house, as elegant and luxurious it appeared on the outside, was actually empty and cold, and even though she always claimed to enjoy the time spent alone, her earliest days were quite lonely . and it wasn’t because the greengrass sisters were unloved by their parents because they were were but the love was a different kind of love, one that was built by material gifts and pure entitlement, coated with promises of false security. for the greengrass family, business came first because without it, there empire would crumble and they would be nothing.
from a young age, this was what eloise believed LOVE to be ---- something that could be bought and bargained. and to be honest, the lines are still blurry even now. but this demonstration is what crafted her materialistic, selfish and often superficial nature and knowing that she could get anything that she asked for whenever she wanted it only perpetuated her nasty behavior.
she learned all of her antics from her mother ( how to throw a tantrum when something didn’t go her way, the beauty of tears, etc ), someone who she considered to be the most important figure in her life. people came and went, potential business partners and her mother’s ‘ best friend of the week ’, but all of them possessed similar qualities that her parents did, each of them only out for their own good.
this was eloise’s childhood, full of anything a little girl could want, but also incredibly lonely and hollow.
✶ — hogwarts years
as she got older, she began to realize that the world didn’t actually revolve around her , but that didn’t provoke much motivation for change either. sorted into slytherin for being cunning and ambitious, eloise quickly found her place among the ranks of the slytherin queen bees, which did knock her down a few pegs but also motivated her to rise to the top. and so she did.
she wasn’t necessarily cruel, but she wasn’t exactly kind either. the first five years were marked by success ---- she had excellent grades, was heavily involved in extracurriculars and was always surrounded by a close group of friends that were always supportive. she thrived off the attention that was given by her peers, a little too much, as she always demanded to be in the spotlight. anytime she saw competition, she sought to eliminate it, and that’s when the claws came out. other than that, she was relatively calm and minded her own business.
eloise could definitely be considered to be one of the mean girls during her time at hogwarts, but she never went out of her way to terrorize anyone, only if she was crossed.
but halfway through her sixth year, she had a bit of an awakening, or more so, ran out of steam. everyone was talking about their plans after graduation, but she realized that she didn’t have any. obviously there was an expectation that she would take over the family business, but the thought of living the rest of her life trapped inside the confines of that business made her feel sick to her stomach. partly because she knew she would thrive in that setting, as that was what her parents had been training her for her entire life.
eloise wanted to be more than a PUPPET, but when that’s literally your plan since birth, what can you do? well she was determined to do anything to get out of it.
she rebelled a little bit in her seventh year, cut off most of her hair and ditched her light pink wardrobe for something a little edgier and darker. of course it was just to get a rise out of her parents and she didn’t really plan for the repercussions. she had never rebelled in her entire life and even though it was a quiet rebellion, she still felt liberated.
also i hc that she befriended someone from a different upbringing than her at this time, aka someone who was encouraging her to get into all this trouble.
✶ — post hogwarts
but all efforts basically failed because the summer after graduation, she began working at the shop . turns out she had a knack for marketing their products and she excelled in the business, which wasn’t a shock to anyone . her parents were proud , she didn’t feel guilty about her behavior anymore , and she actually enjoyed what she was doing .
old habits die hard and that’s exactly what happened with eloise. it was so easy for her to regress back to her old ways, just like her parents wanted. she’s a great influencer within pureblood society, still attends all the events just to maintain the family image.
she plays dumb, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. she wants people to underestimate her, just so she can double around and prove them wrong. in the war, she is very NEUTRAL, partially because of the power that it gives her. she’s very aware of the privilege that she holds in pureblood society and she’s willing to use it to get what she wants. what that means --- she’s not really sure and she’s probably way in over her head, but part of her wants to get involved in the war, she’s just not sure what that looks like and which side she would play for.
she’s recently applied for several assistant positions at the ministry, just because she wants to get away from the family business and because she feels like that’s where all the action is. truth is, eloise is a little nosy and she wants to know what is going on without directly being involved. # we love that
✶ — personality + random facts
she has good intentions, but they’re often skewed by a faulty moral code and selfish motives.
some would say ‘two faced bitch’ . . . def not her fave nickname but shit happens !!!
she is kind of ... a hot mess. a bit immature as well. doesn’t really know what she wants, or where she stands with the world, but !!! she is trying to figure it out!!! which can cause her to make some bad decisions, but she’s truly doing her best
she likes people who are bad for her and is in general attracted to people she shouldn’t be just because danger is very alluring to her. so if u need someone to corrupt / a heart to break, holla at ur girl
overall a bad bitch .
acts like she doesn’t know what’s going on, but she really does and will all of the sudden drop that bomb as if it’s no big deal. think daphne from ocean’s 8, pretends to be dumb when she’s really watching and listening and putting all the pieces together herself.
craves power, and she’s not really sure if that’s a good or bad thing yet
she’s a bisexual kween
she's kind of... rly emo . but that's one secret she'll never tell
here’s some wanted connections
eloise is an assistant who needs a boss, so if anyone’s character is a higher up in the ministry & would like an assistant lmk !
an actual best friend she would literally do anything for no matter what . pls give this girl a best friend it’s what she deserves .
girl friends in general please .
opposites attract plot thing !
eloise is very openly neutral , so i think it would be interesting if there were someone trying to recruit her . this could be from either side (it would be v fun if i had someone from both!) i’m honestly open to the idea of her eventually choosing a side before the war is over, and these people would definitely have a lot of influence on her.
old friends that she hurt bc she’s selfish and it’s hard to get her to care about anything else , or bc of other reasons too !
young love
ex boyfriend or girlfriend - could have had a major falling out or ended amicably - i am honestly open to anything .
current or old friends with benefits , would honestly love either because i love w angst pls n thx
roomates because she’s not trying to go back to living with her parents
frenemies because let’s be real, eloise definitely has a lot of those
anything with angst
roommates!!! because my girl ain’t living at home that’s for sure
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