WHATS IN YOUR FILE.
NAME: Florence Blishwick. GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her. HOUSE & YEAR: Gryffindor, 7th. BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. AFFILIATION: Neutral.
WHAT DO THE RUMORS SAY.
POSITIVES: Decisive, intelligent, loyal. NEGATIVES: Arrogant, cruel, aloof. LOOKS LIKE: Shay Mitchell.
WHAT IS THE TRUE STORY.
Dubbed the Firewhiskey heiress, Florence’s family is still considered “new money”.
Practically throws her wealth around, but it’s slowly starting to gain her influence.
A perfect socialite, you’ll spot her at every single noteworthy event.
Despite that, she doesn’t mind putting in grit and hard work.
Considered quite the bold and flamboyant figure, she is hard to ignore.
Has the tendency to be a bit harsh towards those she dislikes.
Money talks.
From a young age, Florence had seen the notion of rich and poor, the right hood of those who had it to spend, and those who suffered from the consequences of not having enough. Even in her own right she knew the power when it came to money. When she first entered Hogwarts, there was little to afford. Books were used and clothing was tattered. Her mother had sewn up what she could and magic did the rest. Her hair was frizzy and all the girls around her looked pristine. As though they could afford what they had. Her mother always said ‘One day, Daddy will sell his recipe and make us enough money to live forever.’ For a long time—Florence never believed her mother.
Florence was wrong. While the might of school meant she would have to suffer through the first five years of it run down, working two summer jobs with muggles who didn’t know a galleon from a rock, was excruciating. She imagined all the time, what she would do with the money. Would it give her the confidence to tell those around her how she felt? Would it finally situate her into someone who would tell others what to do, never backing down? That arrogant spirit cried to be freed, but Florence knew—she couldn’t afford to do so.
It wasn’t until the summer after her 5th year. When things settled, and she woke one morning early, the plan to shower, eat and run out the door for her first job was stopped by her mother. The vast feast upon the table in their home had only been seen by a larger scale at Howarts. Tea and fruits, and eggs and bacon—coffee and treats, and her mother and father sitting across from one another happily eating. He’d done it. He’d sold the recipe. He’d created a masterpiece. Firewhiskey. While the name took a bit of getting used too, the underlining wealth that came from her father’s successes were so shocking, it took days for her to get her mind wrapped around it.
They were rich. And not just a temporary rich, as Florence felt after being paid. But—arrogantly rich. The kind of money that didn’t deplete, the kind of money that didn’t disappear, it re-appeared, it stayed, it remained, it brought her to life. She’d quit her job only a few days later, spent time with her family and even the advance from her father’s work was enough for Florence to give herself what she wanted: a re-defining moment. Hair was coloured, cut and styled by only the best. The latest fashions fell from the hangers of the store and into her own closest. Shoes—where was the limitation?
There was none. She wanted to be exactly what the world always suggested she could not be: a Queen. She wanted to step on the throats that belittled, made her feel smaller in classes and courtyards. Showing up redone in the image that Florence wanted was all the shock she needed. In the beginnings of her sixth year, she shed those unlike what she wanted to be portrayed as, ended friendships, came outright with her opinion of those around her, and fashioned herself an elite group of friends: all those who could afford her time.
WHAT ARE YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.
ROMAN WILKES: Frequently spends time with, her best friend. DIRK CRESSWELL: Interested in, but avoiding due to his bloodstatus. AMELIA BONES: Favorite target to annoy, very mean towards. LUDO BAGMAN: Considers amusing, slowly starting to befriend. RABIA SHAFIQ: Former friend, trying to ignore her existence.