Iris Wills and Connor Carney
Iris-Elliana Espanosa de Wills – more commonly known as Rissy Wills to her friends – had once been described as a free spirit. Admittedly, there were many aspects of being a Metamorphmagus which granted her inherent freedom. Iris could change her appearance whenever she wanted – could take off in an instance and start a new life wherever she wanted with a new identity. However, the young Witch had learned that complete control over everything did not equate to true freedom. Trapped in a head which consistently told her to tweak some aspect of her physical appearance in order to reach true physical perfection, Iris had turned to alcohol in order to silence her demons. A naturally fun-loving, fiercely witty young woman, not many noticed a difference in Iris’ behaviour. The sixteen year old was known to enjoy a drink, despite not quite being of age yet. However, it had got to the point where Iris would turn up to classes completely intoxicated, after downing shots of whiskey in the morning. Her grades were falling, but needless to say – Iris couldn’t care less. She wasn’t exactly depressed, more that she was suffering from a lack of clarity in her life. Who was she? And where did she really belong? Her baby blue eyes were consistently scanning the halls of Hogwarts, where girl friends giggled and gossiped together, couples held hands and guys joked around. Iris felt like a ghost, laughing and joking with everyone she met yet never really feeling as if she belonged. It’s strange how alone you can feel when you are surrounded by other people. Even though she seemed in a constant whirlwind of social activity, Iris doubted there was anyone that she could really have a serious conversation with. Her twin sister Rosie was always busy with her friends, as popular as she was, and Mattie had reached the age now where he was far too cool to talk to his older sister even if his friends openly ogled her as she walked past. In fact, the only person she felt she could trust even a smidgeon was Connor Carney.
Connor Carney was a Gryffindor boy who she had met on the Hogwarts Express on her first year, along with her twin sister Rosie. Humorous, witty, slightly cocky like Iris could be on a good day, beneath it all he had a good heart which she could relate to. He was also her best friend. If Iris needed a laugh at the end of a long day, it was Connor she went to. If she needed a shoulder to cry on, she went to nobody - but it would always be Connor that she wrote letters to, or made plans with, in order to make her feel a little better anyway. Despite all of this, however, it didn’t make it any easier for her to admit she had a problem, so she resolved to hide her dependence on alcohol from him and merely hope that he would take no notice. Tumbling waves of dirty blonde hair fell down the Ravenclaw’s back as she entered her first lesson of the day – Transfiguration – with the Gryffindor class. Her pupils were large and her smile was rather dazed, as she gazed towards Connor and flashed him a glimpse of her white teeth. “Hello.” She said brightly, making her way over to the table where the pair normally sat together but instead managing to trip over a fellow student’s bag. Not quite falling over, Iris made an unsuccessful aim to regain balance and instead fell into a fit of giggles. Somehow managing to walk the short distance to the pair’s table, Iris pulled open her chair and sat down. Leaning her elbow upon the table, Iris crossed one dainty leg over the other and tried to pull a straight face, yet a strange urge to laugh was taking over her within the quiet mumble of the classroom. It’s rather difficult to act sober when you are completely and utterly wasted.