Sgt. Killian Ratzinger
Profane, Headstrong, Loyal as Hell, Southern [THE COMMON KILEY WILL HUG ANYONE, AND WE LOVE IT] -Danny [he was defiling your wife. don't trust a ho, never trust a ho, never trust kiley] -Jaci Points: 36 (Or so he says)
He quickly learns what he is- mudblood. But while some look at him with disgust and contempt, there is no threat. At least, not yet.
As she walked through the hallways of the castle she felt the eyes that followed after her, that gazed in awe of her beauty and her charm. Now those gazes are stares of horror and hatred, accompanied by whispers- beast. Creature. Inhuman.
↳trembling midnight lands//i travel with the wizard//drink his blood and he’s our leader
PILOTS: August Ratzinger, Kiley Ratzinger
ASSIGNED JAEGER: Dixie Tango
CURRENT SERVICE STATUS: Active, San Francisco
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: United States of America
DATE OF ACTIVE SERVICE: August 25th 2021
KAIJU KILL COUNT: X X X
Born with her mother's soft features and her father's fast beating heart, Kate new she was meant for something more, something bigger than Chickasaw. Each new boy caused a fluttering in her chest, a hummingbird heart beat, flitting from one to the next. Each was treated with the same affection as her dolls from childhood. Loved with, played with, her very favorite. Until another one came along, of course. Forgotten under the bed, lost behind the toy box, though abandonment never meant sharing was an option. Pretty Girl at school, Perfect Daughter at home, homework done on time, cookies in the oven, scarves to hide hickies, and sugar sweet smiles to cover missed curfews. She met The One in college. Handsome, sophisticated, intelligent, not like other men she knew. If he weren't so old, maybe she could love him. If he weren't a professor, she could introduce him to her parents. Introduce him to her friends. His wife wouldn't like her friends.
"Is my baby hidin' under all that hair?" "Yes Mama." Always the quiet one, always hiding. Veda never knew what to do with him, nose buried in a book, head in the clouds. Nate was the only child she had, to get sent for the principal, not for fighting, but for reading under his desk in class. Content to be forgotten, he often fell to the back burner, even at home. From awkward coltish limbs and a shock of ratty red hair he grew, handsome and smarmy, not a care in the world. In high school, he discovered pot. In college, girls. He kissed Keats against their lips and tongued Ginsberg into their cunts, no longer awkward, his words no longer useless.
Six Times Kiley Tries to Say 'I Love You', and One Time He Does.
The first time he imagines telling her he loves her, Kiley does not even know what love is. Sure, he knows, but he doesn't know. Kiley is fifteen and for the first time in his life he is no longer all elbows and lanky limbs. He is tall and lean with sharp shoulder blades and sharp smiles and even sharper eyes. His palms are rough and the girls in class always like to marvel over it, ask him questions about fishing. By now he knows how to mend a broken net within half an hour and he can pull in their catch without any help from his brothers, but he has no idea what love is.
Sitting on deck with Veda in the dark, only lit by stars in the sky and jellyfish in the sea, with her little legs pressed warm against his, and their fingers intertwined, a feeling swells in his chest that he can't put to name. Warmth spreads through his veins and laces through his bones, taking root in his ribcage. Despite the blanket wrapped about their shoulders, and how her knee presses into his thigh, Kiley's hair stands on end and chills echo down his spine.
Kiley doesn't know what love is named, just that he feels it. Just that he thinks Veda is the nicest, prettiest girl in the world and that he loves to make her smile. Without doing a thing she can make his heart pound, steady like the beat of a drum. All he knows is that in this moment he wants to kiss her more than he ever has. He wants to know the taste of her lips on his.
He opens his mouth to say it, but it all sounds so dumb and it all sounds so wordy, and Kiley has never been good with words.
Instead, he tips his head against the rail of the boat and watches her once more, with the slightest of smiles on his lips and a knot in his heart.
Kiley loved Veda before he liked her. It's the liking that ruins things, he thinks to himself while drifting lazily in their little dingy. Love is what they shared as five year olds, like is what he has to himself now.
"Veda?" He is going to do this, he's going to do this before his mind can catch up with his mouth.
"Hmm?" Veda hums, not even opening an eye, laid out in the lazy summer heat. The sound of her voice brings a flutter to his chest and a light smile to the corners of his lips.
"There's somethin' Ah wanna tell you." This is it. This is the moment he's going to say it. Kiley shifts in his seat and leans over to tell her, bracing himself against the side of their dingy.
The boat flips.
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Kiley thinks maybe the first time he should tell her he loves her is at their cove, right at the start. Right where he fell for her and fell in love with the way she squealed when big waves battered at their balance and her hair curled with salt, right in their place. Something feels right about this day, golden shadows are cast on the clouds and the sea is all green and clear, his chest is full of hope. Today is the day he gets to tell her that he loves her. Today Kiley gets to tell her that life just feels better together and that the way she wrinkles her nose makes him all funny inside and that he thinks her hair is the prettiest color he's ever seen.
"Veda?" He starts, leaning back against a stone wall in their cove, light filtering through the entrance and glittering in the water. His words pound in his chest, aching to get out, to say what he needs to say.
"Yeah?" She looks up.
Kiley can't.
With a forced laugh he kicks water at her and tears off running to the shore, an angry squeal following close behind.
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The night before the reaping is the night he is going to tell her he loves her.
Veda asks him what is wrong. She takes his hand and holds it gently, her fingers soft and uncalloused and unworked against his, feeling more like sharkskin than palm these days.
Words wither upon his lips, but somehow, he thinks she knows. Together they settle on the soft blue sand and knit together in silence. Kiley holds her to his chest and studies the sky. Sometimes he studies her, her skin pale like cream in the moonlight, smooth and clean. Sometimes he wonders if they could run away together, just like they'd planned as children.
Neither speak, but they never have to. Veda turns her face into the crook of his neck with a soft shudder. In turn, he presses his lips to her forehead. Fear and comfort, it's all one in the same.
Rationally, it's wrong. She has a boyfriend.
But they have never been wrong, not together.
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The reaping came too fast, it always comes too fast.
Veda grasps for his fingers through the chains of their fencing, desperate and wild-eyed . In a rush of blood to his head, Kiley comprehends little. All he knows is that her name was just called. All he sees are her eyes, pale blue like sea glass they pocket on the shoreline. All he sees is her terror. Thirty seconds, they have thirty seconds together before the Peace-Keepers tear her from his hold. With thirty seconds he lays his head against the cool wire fencing, against hers, his fingers knot up around hers as tightly as they can. No one can take her- no one will take her.
"I've got you." He whispers.
He lied.
Moments later, their hands tear apart, her nails dragging scratches over his skin from holding so tightly, red marks in his palms from the way he'd clutched the fence. Everything hits him at the sight of her struggle to get away, everything washes over him at once like drowning, like his chest was about to cave in. Kiley tries to scream her name but all that comes is a deep, guttural cry. Something feral and something anguished, something purely animal.
The Capitol eats it up.
This is his last chance to tell her he loves her, and it's selfish and it's unkind, but she has to know. She has to know because he needs her. There is no Kiley without Veda.
He tries to tell her but the words are lost in the sounds of his sobs and in the scent of her hair. In a little library, tucked away from safety and from comfort, from all they have known, Veda and Kiley whisper their goodbyes. Neither need be brave for one another's comfort.
Veda tastes like bitter salty tears.
She tastes nothing like he'd ever hoped.
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August pretends not to see Kiley crying while they watch the games, he pretends not to notice the way he he mouths 'Please' or the longing in his eyes. He doesn't say a word when Kiley leaves the town square, nor when he comes home at three in the morning, drenched and shaking.
Kindest of all, he pretends he doesn't know how long Kiley has been in love with Veda.
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When Veda comes home, they just happen. Something unspoken and something sweet, from the moment she comes off the train, her hand is in his, and there are tears and there are kisses. There are stolen moments and soft giddy laughs. Ones that aren't really.. giddy. Overjoyed but not happy. Just right. Just right that they were together again. On the beach she finally cries. Away from the cameras and prying eyes, Kiley holds her close. He wraps his arms protectively and he whispers that he's got her, and this time, he really does. Tears are kissed away and their fingers drag over each other's skin. Everything feels so natural, so safe. Kiley touches her and she can feel, she can feel alive. With soft moans and quiet whimpers, her body arches up against his, both made of hard muscle now.
When the words slip past his lips in a murmur, a gentle reminder, they come out as easily as he breathes. Kiley's words warm her in the same way their bare skin presses close, a thigh fitted between legs and an arm wrapped under a shoulder. Veda doesn't taste like the cinder and ash he imagined she might. No burns mark her body and no scars mottle her skin, the Capitol polished her clean. He still knows where they are. Everything in him aches just at the sight of her inner thigh, now smooth and soft and pink where she had been stabbed only days ago. Veda isn't tan anymore. She is colored a soft gold. Sunlight pools in the dip of her waist and over the smooth curve of her hips, lingering over her breasts.
A place with clean sheets on the beds and clothes hung out on the line. A place with pancake mix in the cabinet and ice cream in the fridge. An impromptu dance hall. A nursery. A start for a life. A sun drenched living room with lace curtains in the windows. A backyard full of roses. A place where whispered murmurs and promises are made good upon.
I'm radioactive, whoa. I raise my flags, don my clothes. It's a revolution, I suppose. We're painted red to fit right in.
James Carter, 6th Year
Gryffindor// James, at a first glance and much like his friends, seems to be the textbook definition of the cocky Gryffindorian. On many levels he is. He tends to leap before he looks, more often than not tease and taunt those he doesn't approve of in whatever way, and get into general tom-foolery. At his core, James genuinely wants to do right where it counts. As the time of counting draws near, though, he still has no idea what that is. His intention is never to truly hurt, more often than not he simply gets riled up and caught up in the moment, and in those moments doing things like casting enlarging charms on people's noses seem like really good ideas. Which they don't turn out to be, especially once he's been sent a Howler courtesy of his mother the next day. James has a tendency to go nonstop, even after he's long tired out his friends. Stopping means he has to settle down, and settling means thinking. Thinking means dredging up regrets. Very little can take a heavier toll upon James than his own regrets, even though his father happens to be a very close second. Normally he chooses not to dwell upon these things, instead masquerading about with Kiley, Charlie, and Matt.
Half Blood// As far as bloodlines go, James finds his to be luckily unremarkable and muddled. Born a half blood to two half bloods themselves, he was gifted an average wizarding childhood, Bertie Bots Every-Flavor Beans, training brooms, and all. James's father, an imposing and overbearing man, is a rather well renown auror. The man has set such high standards for James that he had no other logical choice to ignore all of them and begin fucking around however he deemed momentarily worthy. Most of these moments undoubtedly have been facilitated by his best friend and muggleborn bane of his parents' peaces of mind, Kiley Ratzinger. Kiley has gotten him into much muggle music, muggle clothing, muggle trouble, and on occasion, and much to the offense of his mother's delicate sensibilities, muggle swearing. James has never thought much of the whispers of an impending wizarding war, classism like that has to be dead, it does. Only the stodgy families of old ever think such dirty things anymore. At least, that was what he thought until he overheard his parents talking about what a disgust he was becoming, what, with the sort of friends he's been making at school. The muddy kind.
Wand// Wands like the sort James own generally don't present themselves to first time wielders, yet his picked him, and who was Olivander to deny him his match? The Hawthorne wand is considered particularly contradictory, adept at both healing incantations and grievous curses. More curiously so it seems, wands made of Hawthorn wood seem most at home with those of a conflicted nature, unsure of their place in the world and whereupon their ideals stand. Aside from this, with a simple unicorn tail hair core and plain thin hilt, James's wand is unremarkable at a glance. It's stiff, as he is uncomfortable with change, and longer than average at 12 inches, more likely for his larger than life personality than his height.
Patronus// James is a great deal affectionate and has good memories to boots but more often than not his conflicted self confidence catches the better of him. He can cast a powerful non-corporeal patronus, one that is sometimes half formed. Fiercely protective and blindly courageous, the Grizzly Bear is James's patronus. He's rather both sides of the coin, a vicious grizzly and an incredibly lazy cuddly glutinous teddy bear. In ancient times bears were also associated with healing magic.
Quidditch// As the second Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, James and Kiley make a formidable pair, (As if they could ever be paired with anyone else. Once, when Kiley was out with a wretched case of Scrofungulus, the bludger was so distraught it attempted to knock the second-string beater off their broom instead of do it's job. Case in point, neither in the duo have played a game separately since.) James is decidedly less of a stickler for the rules than Kiley is, as someone on the team needs to actually have fun instead of worrying whether or not their next hit will be a foul or not. Since this is one of James's few endeavors that his father approves of, he's outfitted him with an entirely excellent racing broom, one that James makes a point of showing off on whenever deemed necessary (which is quite often).
"Man, this is some domestic shit- Do you know how boring you've gotten in the past year?" James frowned in distaste before hanging the red ornament he held in his hands, biting back a smirk.
"Aw bugger off, you're just pissed that she roped you into decorating- Ow- Hey!" A meeting of elbows and a shoulder pressed hard under a collarbone, a snort, it was hard to tell what happened and where but soon they had fallen to the floor, laughing and scrambling to get one another in a headlock.
"Stop it!" At the sound of her voice the pair of them froze, still all tangled up on the floor and near knocking over the Christmas Tree. James and Kiley dared looks at each other, their gaze meeting at the same time before bursting into bouts of boyish laughter. "If you break any single one of those I'll-"
A sly smirk broke out on James's face. "You'll what? You'll just fix it." James cut her off. Veda's lips twisted with a frown of disapproval, if only to hold back the smile that she knew was about to show itself. In an effort to untangle, the boys pulled apart and pushed and shoved, accidentally knocking over a box of Christmas ornaments in the process. Spines tensed and eyes widened as they looked over to Veda. A flat expression met them, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Stop being such wankers and clean that up- And then," Finally she was smiling again. "Then maybe I'll let you have dinner." Kiley pushed James off of him and scrambled up to his feet, hurried over to Veda. All their words grew soft and playful, the 'I love you's and teasing that James wasn't privy to. He could just imagine the conversation. 'Am I really a wanker?' 'Yes, yes you are.' 'But do you still love me?' 'Maybe.' And then they were kissing. Groaning, James rolled to his back and pulled himself up. Of course holidays without their families were bound to be lonely, but at least the two had each other. Brushing off his pants and going to look at the fallen box of ornaments it occurred to him that perhaps he was jealous of Kiley. Not that he had Veda. But that he had Veda. That he had anyone at all.
"I mean it, clean this up." Veda laughed softly, pushing Kiley back towards James and heading into the kitchen. All dazed and silly, no matter how hard he tried and no matter James's glares, Kiley couldn't wipe the stupid smile from his face. Or, her lipstick for that matter. "Y'know man, being married is actually pretty gr-" Something gave him pause, only a moment but he saw it and he knew it. A shadow on the wall behind them and a soft flutter that he almost didn't hear over the crackling of the fire but when he whipped around dark empty eyes bored back into him. A Death Eater's mask.
Before either could get their wits about them they were thrown back against the wall, leaving dents in the drywall where they well. No words could describe the sudden chaos that broke loose. A scream here and a slam there but Kiley couldn't reach his wand and it was impossible to tell who was friend and who was going to kill him with the way they were being toyed with. Laughter broke out as he was thrown into the wall a fifth time, he swallowed his breath and he lay still as he could.
"Did we kill him? You weren't supposed to."
"I don't know but we can finish this now- Ava-"
"Don't be a cunt! Go find the others." The first voice snapped.
Kiley remained still. He remained still as he could even after he heard their footsteps retreating and the house fell silent. Slowly Kiley's eyes pried open, a sigh of relief passed his lips when he realized he was alone. Alone. Shit. No Veda and no James- A scream sounded from the front hallway that sent him racing, he had no time to think nor any time to wonder where his wand was, just that someone was hurting her. Thrashing and kicking and screaming there she was, pinned up to the wall by one of those dirty bastards, wand to her throat and blood on her face. "Drop her!" He screamed. There was no control in what he did next, only instinct. In a tumble and clawing of hands he wrenched the man from his standing and they hit the ground hard. Punching and yelling and scrambling for control until a ragged cry of 'Expelliarmus' sent Kiley flying from the man's chest to the doorway, cracking it with the sheer force of his blowback. Dazed and confused, he opened his eyes, watching as the Death Eater tore out the front door to escape.
For a split second, Kiley could swear he recognized the man despite his mask, despite his dark clothing. There was a way to how he carried himself and sharp set shoulders, but this wasn't the time for study. It didn't matter who the fuck he was, just that he was going to kill them. Veda. God just let her be okay. As Kiley staggered up he looked to her, he looked her over and he held her to his chest, sobs causing her shoulders to jerk pitifully. "I love you." In a hard, desperate and far too short kiss, he forced himself away.
Kiley hurtled himself from the front stairs, stumbling out into the yard and running with everything he had, without a plan, only the bravery he could muster. His steps faltered for just a moment as he grasped for the wand in his back pocket, just praying it wasn't broken. "Crucio!" And then everything just stopped. Everything at once. All white hot and angry and he knew not where he was. He could not breathe and his heart could not beat. All he was aware of was screaming. This terrible screaming so disturbing he could barely keep from vomiting, except there was nothing inside of him to vomit. It was then that Kiley realized the screaming was his, the gut wrenching blood curling screaming was his and his throat was scraped ragged and his body, it ached. It ached and it burned like nothing he had ever felt before. There was cold and there was hot and it all felt like burning.
Kiley was burning.
His raw mouth could not fit around any words, could not make a sound but that wretched screaming that pounded in his ears and coursed with his blood and twisted him up inside. Time could not count the minutes nor the years he could feel this, could feel his ribs ripping from his chest and his skull burst. Nothing could measure it.
From the doorway Veda watched in horror, eyes wide, arms crossed defensively over her stomach. Kiley was writhing in the snow, Death Eater poised over him, just destroying him spell after spell. His screams were that of a dying animal being skinned alive, wretched and utterly disgusting. "Stop!" It was enough to give the man pause, enough of a reprieve that she could stumble from the steps, enough that she could find her footing and find her words within her. "Expelliarmus!" All her anger and all her desperation and all her hate fed into it, sending the Death Eater flying. Without caring for when he would get up she ran towards Kiley, limbs pumping as hard as they could, slipping and stumbling in the snow.
Bloody gashes cut across his chest and his throat, his body jerked as he struggled and reached out for her. His eyes widened in horror as he tried to make her go back, get back to safety. Behind her the Death Eater was getting to his feet, pulling his hood back on. Something about him was different. Disoriented. "Just- just go!" There was a still in the air between the three. Veda staring at him with wild angry eyes, somehow, somehow despite the mask, she could feel him staring back at her. And then something happened. Maybe from terror, or maybe from disgust, the man whipped away into nothing, disappeared with the wind and his cloak, running from a ragged woman and her dying husband.
Whispers and pleas fell from her lips but they were meaningless, Kiley could not hear a single one. He could not make out the sounds or force them to make sense. All he could do was try to keep breathing. With caught ragged breaths and desperate whimpers her fingers knotted up in the fabric of his shirt. "Kiley! You dumb-shit! You gotta- you've gotta stay with me.." Anger wore into sobs as her hands wove from his chest to his jaw, cupping his face as tenderly as she dared. The pressure still drew a cry of pain from the back of his throat. "Baby.. keep on breathing… come on.. come- c'mon.." Veda murmured her voice trembling so hard that it simply melted into the snowflakes that swirled around them. No matter how hard she tried, there was no way to coax life back into his lungs.
A flicker of hope it across her face as she saw his lips moving, he was trying to breathe, he was trying to speak to her, to say something. "Just take a deep breath Ki… we're going to fix this.." There was only a split second, just one moment when she looked away. Looked away to see if James was coming- he had always been so much better at healing spells than she was. Horror wrought upon her face as she felt it, warmth on her fingers in the freezing December air. Veda knew what was coming before she looked and she knew what was to come before she had accepted it. Near hyperventilation, forced herself to look at him. In good times and in bad. Well this was the fucking bad and she was going to save him. "Oh my God-" The words left her mouth in a sob. Blood gurgled in his throat and spilled down his cheeks, attempts for breath merely rattled in his chest.
"James!" The call cut through the air in a desperate plea, rampant with desperation and raw with terror. "Anap- An- Anapneo!" Uselessly Veda flicked her wand, and she did it again, and again, but still his throat would not clear. Seconds were passing like minutes and her hands shook too violently save him. "James!" Out of the house he came running, he tore over the snow and threw himself to his knees and pushed her aside. With as calm and as steady a voice he could manage he muttered his incantations and he made his pleas. Blood stained the snow about them and Kiley's screams quelled. Everything grew soft, James sank back upon his legs, Veda crawled to the rasping heaving mess that Kiley had been reduced to. She wrapped quiet lies of comfort around him in a blanket, only words of comfort. That they would be alright, that they would figure something out, that he was going to live, all the while she struggled back her sobs and swallowed down her whimpers.
Then, Veda told him the one thing she knew not to be a lie. "I love you." Kiley's paled blue eyes finally fell shut. Tears stained in skin and washed through his blood when she pressed her lips to his forehead. In soft, harried motions she smoothed her hands over his hair and cupped his face once more. "I love you.." A soft groan passed his lips, a quiet whimper escaped from hers. He was trying to say it too, she knew it. She knew it and she clung to it.
And as the last breath he could struggle for left his body, an unholy anguish filled hers. An unholy madness. The Death Eaters never had to torture her body to ruin her mind.
Shame, such a shame. I think I lost myself again. Day, yesterday. Really should be leaving, but I stay.
Veda Hawthorne, 6th Year
Slytherin// Veda has been teased more than once that she's been sorted into the wrong house, but she just took it with a smile because she knew she was that good. When her peers, manipulative and cunning in their own right, don't understand how very much they are in the palm of her hand, she considers it a job well done. The art of manipulation is not to force anyone to do anything, but to make them believe that what you want is what they want, something she has down to an art. All she's really doing is allowing people to hear what they want to, something she can't quite see the crime in. Despite her sweet and innocuous demeanor, Veda is a powerhouse. The moment she wants something done, she gets it done. This being said, her self confidence, while coming across as strong willed and unbreakable, is really quite fragile. When unkind words begin being said she becomes her own worst enemy, dwelling on her failures, imagined or otherwise. No one can possibly be crueler to her than she already is.
Half Breed// Veda's existence is somewhat of a petty debate among her extended family at most gatherings. The prospect of having a half-Veela in the family is attractive but on that same note, the thought of diluting their prestigious bloodline is not. The Hawthornes are pure-blooded, pure blooded in the sense that they've been wiping stains off their family tree since the early 1900s. Veda is simply a well protected and well loved one, a stain, that is. In the beginning her Veela side was a pull, it was charming and cute. Now.. something about it makes her uncomfortable. Maybe it was the point when she realized the boys that liked her were just.. charmed by her. They had no idea who she was. Maybe it was the time they had to use Veela blood in potions and she had to leave the room for fear of vomiting. Or maybe it was the time she overheard Everett in the common room talking about half breeds. How disgusting they are. Animals. Worse than the mudbloods. Not her, of course, that he assured her of. Just everyone else like her.
Wand// Veda's wand is considered a rairity in the wizarding world, unlike the common unicorn hair and dragon heartstring wands, Veda has a single hair from her Veela mother. Veela hair has been seen as temperamental, creating an almost sentient wand, but when paired with a just as temperamental witch it creates wonders. The two are very in tune, when Veda is angered her wand is prone to outbursts without her commanding, though she has learned to control it well in recent years. This intense connection means the pair have a knack for unspoken spells. The wood is a slightly yielding Cherrywood, carved in a clean and simple manner at just over eleven inches long. Just as her wandcore is violent, her wandwood is powerful, capable of great ills.
Patronus// Just as Veda's feelings run deep and strong so do her affections and her patronus often manages to take on a corporeal form because of this. When cast strongly enough it forms into a Swan. Just as Veda's pretty and kind exterior leads people to believe they can take control of her, many often underestimate how willing the swan is to attack. The moment she or someone or something she cares about is threatened, the gloves are off.
We are what we are, don't need no excuses, for the scars from our mothers.
Evelyn Shaw, 6th Year
Hufflepuff// While incredibly brave when called upon, Evelyn keeps this locked deep within herself, preferring to pacify problems away through common sense and soft apologies. Her feelings can be easily wounded but she prefers to keep that within, not wanting to upset the balance or cause drama. Although kind and giving, Evelyn is not necessarily a social butterfly the way many other Hufflepuffs are. It takes a great deal of coaxing and comfort in the situation for her to come out of her shell. Often tries to be what she thinks other people need or want her to be, finding it almost uncomfortable in the beginning to simply be herself around someone. Despite this she is incredibly affectionate and loyal when someone can finally manage to open her up.
Half Blood// Evelyn's blood lines are somewhat of a mess that no one living canexplain. Born of a one night trist that brought about a death and an unwanted daughter, she and her father never truly new her mother. While Evelyn is really a half blooded witch, her father had no idea, and there is no documentation to support such a claim. As a little girl, when her magical leanings began to show, her father believed she was possessed by demons or the devil. The wizarding world is hardly any more kind to her muggle side, causing her to take taunts wordlessly and just hang her head. Teasing wasn't all that hard to take, but the recent bouts of violence she's heard of, that's nothing short of terrifying.
Wand// Wands of Vinewood are frequently attracted to those with personalities of hidden depths and a knack for surprising even those that know them best. Evelyn's wand is a springy ten inches and has a Unicorn Tail Hair core. Evelyn's manner of spell casting is subtle and flowy, combative spells are a weak point for her but she's an incredibly accomplished healer.
Patronus// With her timid manner and avoidant tendencies the patronus is a difficult spell for Evelyn to achieve. Through determination she has managed to cast a half corporeal rabbit. Just as Evelyn prefers flight over fight, so does the rabbit, springing at the first sight of danger and looking to hide.
Quidditch// Perhaps spurred on by a sense of rebellion in knowing her father would loathe her flying on a broom, or maybe enchanted with what most witches and wizards take for granted, Evelyn took to flying almost immediately. With her incredibly observant tendencies and small stature she proved herself to be an excellent Seeker. Unfortunately her father wouldn't pay any money for her to purchase a broom. Evelyn has been managing to outwit her opponents on an old Comet 140 from the early 1920s that was in the broom closet in the Hufflepuff locker room because of this.
