( * 💀 / jessie mei li, questioning, she/they ) — is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.
CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.
LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
I N T R O
full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance
nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane
pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them
birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old
birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex
childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex
current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland
religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian
occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry
P H Y S I C A L
height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm
weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb
body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure
hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy
eye color ➵ dark brown
dominant hand ➵ right
FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li
voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li
special characteristics ➵
small waist
has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple
pierced septum
smells of ➵
lavender hand lotion
pomegranate
cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume
E M O T I O N A L
zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon
MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)
positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.
negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.
likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats
dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby
amortentia ➵
birthday cake
fresh mint
old books
orange blossom
M A G I C
blood status ➵ muggleborn
wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard
wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
patronus ➵ Hippo
E D U C A T I O N
Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981
extracurriculars ➵
Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981
Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981
Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981
Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981
courses & exams ➵
Ancient Runes - O
Astronomy - E
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - O
History of Magic - O
Muggle Studies - O
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
Care of Magical Creatures - E
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
health ➵
walnut allergy
hayfever
pets ➵
Jíngyi; the long-eared owl
Shu; the white cat
handwriting ➵ Abuget
F A M I L Y
Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980
Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980
Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive
Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive
Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive
Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌
emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.
for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.
in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home.
he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.
