SHARP // STEEL

rosalind greengrass. 20.

[ofrosalynds]

p. nott·

Phoenix couldn’t say he particularly liked being around people who only existed to suck up and brown nose with his family and those who belonged to Sacred 28. Although some of the pureblood families weren’t even worthy of the names they held, he was expected to be… civil with them even when that was the last thing he wanted to do. To be fair, he’d rather be at his home in London, drinking fire whiskey and working on commissions for the tattoos he’d be doing that week. When his mother had owled about being measured for a new set of robes he had apparated home for the quick fitting, not thinking the event would come so soon. Imagine his shock when he received them only a week later. Arms over his chest as he sat at one of the tables in the main hall he let his eyes wander around, making note of who he saw so he could either speak with them or avoid them. Fostering good relations was something he was practically bred to do, at least in his father’s opinion. Someone bumping into the back of his chair had him turning, an insult already on his tongue and a frown crossing his handsome features. “Bloody hell, are you trying to knock me over? Watch yourself.” he spat, not fully recognizing who he was speaking with.

The event was already filled with people, a few that she was surprised even got an invitation at all, which made the shuffling around the venue a bit more difficult. The skirt to her dress robes fanned out as it made its way to the floor which made walking between the table arrangements more difficult than she had originally anticipated. If she had known when she had gone to her fitting, she would have picked a more sleek silhouette. As she tried to make her way through, she brushed against another’s chair. As she went to apologize, she quickly clamped her mouth shut as the gentleman by her spoke. It seemed all the men at this party had forgotten their manners. “Do you even pay attention before you speak,” she questioned as she crossed her arms. “I would hate to see you take that tone if I had been the Minister’s wife.”

[ofrosalynds]

r. lestrange‌

This party, is that what his in-laws-to-be were calling it?, seemingly had no end in sight. But, tragically, as he was there with his darling Bellatrix, he had to be on his best behavior. He was so rarely uncomfortable. He’d made it a point to surround himself with violence, power, malice… Those… those things he could handle. This…? He died a bit inside with every fake smile, every forced laugh. Finally, he’d reached his limit. The Firewhiskey may not have helped. “I’m sorry,” he hissed - his tone making it very clear he wasn’t sorry. “Is there a reason you’re breathing down my back?” 

Was she surprised by the harshness in his tone. No. Rodolphus always had the charm of a rabid dog most of the time and she couldn’t blame him, he was saddled with such a ridiculous name. She was glad that her parents never went along with that trend, it was like those of the sacred 18 just wanted to give their children a complex right from the start. She placed her clutch down on the bar top and ordered herself one of the cocktails. “Because you are taking up entirely too much space, if you learned a little self-awareness you’d realize others want a drink,” she remarked though her demeanor was infinitely more calm than he was. “Did Bellatrix forget to feed you today?”

[ofrosalynds]

Rosalind Greengrass entered the party keeping herself relatively understated with the party being hosted by her best friend’s family. She kept her make up simple and her honey waves loose about her shoulders. Her dress robes were well tailored with only a slight hint of sparkle.

[ofrosalynds]

Don’t you think ROSALIND GREENGRASS looks a lot like KRISTINE FROSETH? Apparently SHE is ASTUTE and MAGNETIC but can also be GUILEFUL and BELLICOSE. They are TWENTY and were sorted into SLYTHERIN. The PUREBLOOD is affiliated with NEITHER SIDE, works as a SOCIALITE, and lives in LONDON.

the basics

fullname: Rosalind Noelle Greengrass nicknames: Rosie (but only by those close to her), Greengrass age: twenty birthday: December 19th bloodstatus: pureblood house: Slytherin Alumnus occupation: Unemployed, Socialite affiliation: neutral, but leans towards the Death Eaters. secret: has a blood malediction, no one knows about it outside her family.

the history: 

Rosalind was born the youngest of two to the Greengrass family. They had moved to England from Aquitaine, France when Rosie was about four changing their name from Gaingrais to Greengrass when her father received a rather high position on the Wizengamot. On the outside, Rosalind lived a rather charmed life. Her family had always been well off, neither her or brother had any limitations on what they received and what they wanted. But much of Rose’s child was spent indoors. She wasn’t permitted to go anyone without the company of her mother or father. And much of her childhood spent in and out of Healer rooms. She was six when she began to fully understand that she wasn’t well like other children-- or even like her brother. There had been a curse placed on her family and it had resurfaced in her.

As she grew older, she was determined not to all her curse to determine her whole life. She tried many things to work around it and to build up her strength. And when her Hogwarts letter arrived, she told her parents that she was going to the school whether they liked it or not.

Hogwarts was a welcomed relief from her home and the first time she had any taste of independence. She loved it. The sorting hat placed her in Slytherin and that was where she learned that others in her social bracket viewed themselves as better than others. It was also where she learned that if she wanted any friends or social status at all, she was going to have to be like them. So she adapted. She held herself differently. She made herself appear strong and untouchable though deep beneath the wall she created, she still had her secrets. That just below the surface, her curse was hidden from the rest.

She just entered her twenties, which according to her healer was by some miracle, and she is living her days as if she didn’t have a ticking time clock in the back of her mind. She could care less about the war or the result of it for that matter, She has other pressing worries.

wanted connections:

If someone would make her older brother ( the father to Daphne and Astoria ), I would love you forever.

the squad. The everyone needs a group of friends... or at least some followers.

rival/enemy. 

the ex. Love is definitely not for the faint of heart.

[ravenclairee]

[teenscoolest]

[hogwartstea]

“and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.”

—  a storm of swords, george r. r. martin (via rhodestark)

[graecian-archive]

—  mulan (1998)