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Iris Crabbe was raised alongside her brother. From birth her role in the family was set: vie for the greatest marriage she could to improve the familyâs standing. The best she could manage, with her average looks and mediocre talent, was Alasdair Trevena, a British-Scottish pureblood who, while beautiful and of moderate wealth, was nothing special in terms of social standings, especially not among the most influential family names.Â
Their promising children was all that boost them up to the tier including the Yaxley, Prewett, and Lestrange families, along with Irisâ devotion to You-know-who. Alasdair will not publicly devote himself on either side, though he is beyond prepared to take the dark mark and work for the Dark Lord when the time comes behind closed doors.
Aeryn was born the second child of the Trevena family after her brother Ryder with the idea of being a fall-back child. Should the first die of complications or other reasons, her parents would still have a child, the most valuable thing to any Pureblood family.Â
Since she was seven, Aeryn has always found herself drawn more towards women then men. After one incident with her mother, she has not allowed herself to entertain the thought of being romantically involved with any other girl, and is prepared to spend her life with a respectable man.
Both she and her brother were raised with several tutors and nannies, making sure to keep them civilized children with the talents any pureblood should boast. They were taught penmanship, singing, an instrument a piece (the violin for Ryder, piano for Aeryn), correct dinner manners, ball room dancing, posture, and presentation of themselves.Â
Despite most of their classes being separate, the two children were close from a young age. Equally manipulative and judgmental, Ryder thinks fondly of his little sister, and is highly protective of her, though his time with her has lessened since Hogwarts, especially with his friends taking up so much of his time. He is very possibly the only person she has a pure emotional attachment to.
Besides Ryder, Aeryn is on speaking terms with most pure blooded witches her age, though she isnât loyal to anyone outside of her blood and wouldnât hesitate to throw anyone under the bus.Â
Through the years, her only constant interest has been beauty. Transfiguration and potions have been her favorite classes because of this, and her drive to keep at her studies.Â
Her only expectation for her future is to find a good husband, a goal sheâs hoping to solidify before the second half of her school year.
(Hypothetical situation, not happened yet, etc etc)
This was thrilling, sent butterflies in a frenzy in her stomach. Aeryn ignored the intensity of her feelings, tried to push down the fear accompanying the joy.
âItâs just another flight,â Aeryn whispered to the girl keeping time with her steps. Just another flight down, then theyâd be in the Slytherin dorms.Â
âOui,â the pretty French girl replied, giggling afterwards, grabbing at Aerynâs hand.Â
Colette was a visiting student from Beauxbatons who had caught Aerynâs eye from the moment she waltzed into the Great Hall with a group of her friends, giggling and twirling in their beautiful blue uniforms. Aeryn saw her again, a week later, in the courtyard, acting out some flirty scene with a male friend, who stepped out and bowed to her. Colette twirled and curtsied to him, before turning and winking at Aeryn. The Slytherin walked down to her room and spent the rest of the day studying.
For months, she ignored the girl whenever she was near, certain that she was the only of the two spending her nights trying not to think, placing a sleep mask on and blocking out the sounds of the sleeping girls in her dorm room, the grotesque snores coming from the girl with the bed to the far right of the room. She had to tack on an extra ten minutes to her morning routine to take care of the worsening bags her eyes collected over the weeks.Â
It was after she walked in on Colette and some other Beauxbaton girl, Maryse, a friend of Fleurâs and almost as popular, flirting in French and exchanging small kisses between words in an otherwise empty hallway that she first felt the bubbling in her stomach, the sneer on her lips, the flush in her cheeks, and the need to run away to hide, to empty her stomach. She blamed it on the indulgent breakfast she had (sheâd actually had a buttered biscuit with her usual meal, how disgusting, she could feel the cellulite as she swallowed) and dutifully rushed to her usual bathroom stall, emptying the days calories.
It wasnât until the Yule ball that she grew the courage to approach this beautiful girl. Colette had worn a dark green dress, a simple piece that was covered in a darker shade of lace, her hair was twisted up in a simple knot; she looked effortlessly beautiful. Aeryn caught her breath, before walking over.Â
She didnât remember how the conversation went. She canât recall how they ended up making their way to her dorms to show her the room she stayed in, or who suggested it, but she was aware of the girls hand, softer than her own, clutching at hers, each laugh out of her lips. Had they been anywhere besides the abandoned stairwell, had anyone been around, sheâd have let go of Coletteâs hand immediately, wouldnât cause any rumors, wouldnât tempt another student to blackmailing her, the possibility of her parents finding out of this must be none.
Aeryn wasnât aware of anything until they were in her dorm, caught up in the moment, her lips pressed against Coletteâs own, lipsticks smearing together, the girl whispering sweet phrases sprinkled with French words.Â
When Colette leaned back and smiled, asked sweetly with a beautiful accent, âWhat do you girls do for fun around here?â, she could feel it. The nauseating pull at her stomach, the panic and desperation, her mind going blank. Aeryn pushed the girl off and moved her curled hair behind her shoulders, before retching on the floor by the bed. For three minutes she sat dry-heaving after she emptied the crackers and liquids sheâd consumed during the day, coughing painfully, tears squeezing out of her eyes from the pain. Colette moves occasionally, apparently trying to comfort her, and ended up just holding back Aerynâs hair.
âGet out,â Aeryn gasped after a moment when her body finished convulsing, âGet out. Go back, go away, get out.âÂ
Without explanation, she locked herself in the bathroom and didnât turn to see Coletteâs face, watch her reaction; she blocked out the sound of her high heals against the floor, the soft shut of the door.Â
Her mothers disapproving, hysterical face dominated her thoughts, eyes judging and angry, eyebrows drawn inward, nose scrunched, making her face look uglier than usual. She held her head in her hands, rinsed out her mouth, cleaned off her dress and took care of the mess by her bed. She forgot about Colette, forgot about her lips and her wrists and soft hands, didnât remember the sound of her voice, set aside the gut-wrenching feelings and carried on.
Five years, Dorian, whats up?
Skype. Checkeredcheshire.
HERE ARE SOME EXTRAS IF YOUâRE THAT INTERESTED IN HER.
Straight. Women are the epitome of beauty, Aeryn is fascinated by women, but she would never cast the shame upon her family from having rumors of a child gallivanting around with another witch, and couldnât bring herself to be romantically involved with any female; the thought of it repulses her. She does however find the occasional male to be intriguing or otherwise appealing, sometimes even beautiful in a different, harsher sort of angular beauty.
Alasdair Trevena and Iris Trevena (nee Crabbe)
Ryder, older brother by one year
appearance description -Â
Aeryn was lucky enough to take after her father, the more elegant of her parents, the less heavy-set, and oddly enough, more feminine. Despite being short, just barely 5â5â, she has a fairly well-distributed body, and works hard to remain slim and in shape. Her biggest peeve is her arms, just too thick to be completely proportional, which sheâs happy to hide under the uniform robes of Hogwarts. Curve is a nice way to describe her body: nothing too extreme, nothing that makes her ass bigger than it should be, but a wonderful difference in bust-hip-waist that gives her a slight hourglass, along with an above average bust size sheâs fond of showing off in her ball gowns.
Her nose is straight, aristocratic, proportional; framed by ice-blue eyes and set above a thick pair of lips.Â
She keeps her dark brunette hair long, reaching her mid-back, and spends time every morning to make sure itâs at least close to perfection before stepping out of her dorm. With heavy-set bangs reaching just below her eyebrows, sheâll alternate keeping it straight, waving it, or playing with sets of up-doâs.
personality description -Â
Vain. Vain. Vain. Aeryn spends most of her time thinking about her next outfit, the girls around her, sizing up their features and bodies and comparing them to her own. Her preoccupation with her own perfection stems from her mother, frowning when sheâd gain a pound, growing hysterical should she ever become bruised; Aeryn is constantly watching her weight, making sure everything is in place, to the point of starving herself if necessary. Her willpower is her greatest asset.
A catty girl, judgmental, and rude, sheâs what some consider to be the run-of-the-mill Slytherin. Aeryn loves arguments, jumping in, observing, and starting them, her favorite activities include pitting girls against one another and watching the sparks fly.
She takes careful measures to keep herself in check, knowing her leash is still short with in terms of her future. Picky about whom she crosses, Aeryn chooses her fights carefully.
Outside of her vanity, she can occasionally be something along the lines of âsmartâ. Sheâs certainly book smart, taking after some of her more diligent friends with their study habits, and knows her way around a wand, but wouldnât be the person you choose to be an academics team. Originality isnât her forte, she isnât the kind to start mixing her own potions, and has to follow the book exactly, measuring each ingredient to a tenth of accuracy before pouring; and sheâs certainly not a student who can pass classes without notes and paying apt attention.Â
Aeryn is that outspoken girl that everyone hates a little bit sometimes, if not all the time. Her mood swings with the wind, and she truly believes that her opinions on your poorly-styled hair are beneficial to your future. Much of her frustration and anger can be blamed on keeping up with her familyÂs ideal of herself and how future marital situation, though she would never admit that to anyone, even her brother.Â
+Herself. Vanity is the top of her seven sins, and she takes pride in her appearance.
+English Breakfast Tea. She has one cup for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, one sugar cube, no milk. A simple pleasure she gives up biscuits and sweets to enjoy every day.
+Potions. With the need to double-check her measurements and triple check the order of things, this is the one class she will always look forward too, despite the work load, and how hard she needs to study to keep up with Professor Snapeâs lesson plans, how much effort she puts in to understand how the concoctions mix and react and why they do.
+Soft curves, females. Sheâll never admit it.
+Wrists. A simple thing she finds very sensual, thin wrists are beauty in its purest form in her eyes.
+Flaws in aesthetics. Rather self-explanatory, considering her hang up on perfection.
+Large muscles. They simply arenât appealing.
+Summer. Itâs far too hot to enjoy yourself or many of her favorite outfits.Â
+Same-sex couples. They make her skin crawl and the thought of being in one activates her gag reflex.
+ Shy, unassuming girls. Aeryn finds those doe-eyed, helpless-victim types pathetic, and loves to rip into their self esteem.
+Finding a good, wealthy husband. Few things are more important than living up to her familyâs expectations to her, and this is the one thing they want above all others.
+Achieving Eâs on her exams for school. Another way to make her family, and most of all her brother, proud.
+Find an adequate spell to remove the birthmark on her thigh. Itâs a horrible distraction from an otherwise flaw-free skin, just a brown blotch on her inner left thigh.
+Old age. Old age comes with wrinkles, weight gain, wider hips and dead eyes. Aeryn is terrified of losing her main asset.
+Losing her brother. The only person she was ever close to, despite their current relationship, losing him entirely would devastate her.
+Bugs. There is no real explanation of this, theyâre tiny and ugly and she canât stand them. Squash on sight [unless sheâs wearing a nice pair of shoes, in which case someone else can handle it for her].
+Judgment. Despite her blunt opinions, she dreads the day that others notice how her eyes linger on the bodies of the visiting Beauxbaton girls, or those stressful days when her face is less than perfect.
+Rejection by her family. Itâs always been looming over their heads, the idea of being cast out from the family, and itâs the most terrifying thing she could imagine.Â
Aeryn was fifteen when she was permitted to accompany her family to the Winter Ball, where many others of the same status and wealth danced, chatted, and drank to their heartâs content. She remembers the dress precisely, a dark crimson that complimented her pale skin. Her torso was constricted within its corset, her arms were bare, the skirt billowed out, and her hair was curled to perfection - she looked gorgeous and she knew it. She remembered all the eyes that dwindled on her, she remembered her mother carefully watching every dance she took, she remembered sipping wine from the dainty glasses. She remembered being surrounded by the Beautiful People. She remembered arriving home in a fit of excitement, Ryder grasping at her waist and twirling her around the foyer and chatting about the night, /I canât believe she dared to show up/ & /did you see the way he stared at her?!/, /three songs! She clung to him like a sick puppy/ . She recalled that was her niche, this was where she was born to be. High class, clothes tailored to her exact silhouette, dresses whose cost was too much to make for polite conversation. She was ready for this, ready to have this as a future.
worst memory(one+ paragraphs)-Â
Her mother screaming, pots banging against the floor, against each other, their house elf cowering in a corner as Iris tore down the kitchen, wrecked the foyer, face streaked with mascara. Aeryn still caught some phrases despite Ryderâs hands clutching at her ears and her humming.Â
âNO GOOD PATHETIC EXCUSESâŠ..AN EMBARRASSMENT TO MY FAMILY, AN EM...HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE-â
Useless words were terrifying the two kids, paralyzed in Ryderâs closet, hiding underneath a blanket. Five years later, theyâd be old enough to understand what happened the week they were left to fend for themselves, when their father was gone and their mother was locked in her room and their nanniesâ disappeared for a month- Iris had discovered the slew of women Alasdair had affairs with, and over reacted. Her sister would come later and remind her how ridiculous she was acting, and how this was expected of pureblood women, did you really think he loved you, you silly girl? Aeryn doesnât linger on the memories of that week very long, and takes it as preparation for her future, a reminder to not be as slow as her mother. She embraced the realities ahead of her, and wouldnât hold onto whimsical nonsense like Iris.
Classes she's Good/Bad in-
Potions and transfiguration are her favorites. No class comes particularly easy to her, but she doesnât mind having to study for these because of her interest in them; they result in her best marked classes.
History of Magic and Ancient Runes are the most dreaded things in existence, there simply isnât any kind of interest towards them. So boring, all text-based, her brother is the one interested in these kinds of classes that baffle her.
Favorite Spells Learned Already (this has to fit their year; one or more)-Â
Densaugeo â enlarges teeth. Fantasies involving using this on a Hufflepuff or two have popped in her head more than once.
Waddiwassi â launches small objects. Sheâs spent many a boring day using this spell to liven things up or amuse herself.
Accio â summoning charm. Simple, affective, and possibly the most used charm in existence.
Patronus(if applicable)?-Â
Though she canât cast the spell yet, her patronus is a skunk.
Quidditch position (if any) and skills at Quidditch-Â
Youâd never catch Aeryn in such a contact-intensive sport like Quidditch. Sheâs has never had an interest in riding a broom beyond learning for practicalityâs sake, after all, itâs a popular past time; she should know something being the well-versed pureblood she is. No one in her family is athletically inclined; they all prefer observations to actions.
Prefect/HeadBoy-Girl position? What makes you a good person for this position?-Â
Neither. While sheâs a good student and has never taken too many liberties, she still is in the slot of an Average Student. Never the teachers favorite, never a choice for a prestigious spot, Aeryn would never have the responsibility to keep up with the work load of a prefect.
