Edythe stopped in her tracks when she got a good look at the face of the woman she almost ran into. It was like seeing a ghost. The woman looked just like her mother aside from a few key differences. It left her speechless, and with a terrible ache in her heart.
Paternal grandparents: Walder Frey and Amarei Crakehall
Maternal grandparents: Raymun Darry and wife
Uncles, Aunts, Cousins: Too many to count
Pet: A tortoiseshell cat named Wally
Family home: The Twins
Blood Status: patriarch Walder is pureblood, and the majority of his children are pureblood, but he did have bastard children of mixed blood, making the family the subject of humiliation and rumour-mongering
Social standing: questionable
Family background: although the Freys are one of the old wizard families and Walder was quite high up in the Ministry before retiring, the family has dubious reputation among other wizard families, and Walder in particular is not well-liked. The family is criticized for having more children than they can afford and for never choosing a side until they know who is winning.
Freys tend to be either Gryffindors or Slytherins. Meryll and her mother, Mariya, are the only Ravenclaws.
Individual magic
Wand reaction when first held: it warmed to the touch like the feeling of the sun on an early spring day, and a small patch of grass sprouted where the wand was pointed
Boggart: Darkness
Patronus: Siberian Cat
Animagus: River Otter
Polyjuice: Dark green and smells like freshly mown grass
Amortentia: lime, fennel, and rosemary
Fifth year Hogwarts student
Best subject: Potions
Favorite subject: Potions
Favorite teacher: Professor Snape
Worst subject: Astronomy
Least favorite subject: Divination
Least favorite teacher: Professor Trelawney
Quidditch: no
Friends: sister Marissa, Isyla, Weasley twins
Hogsmead: spent convincing Isyla and Marissa to sneak her shots of fire whiskey
“I know you are, but what am I?” She paused for a moment, then smiled mischievously at him.. “Actually, we should probably fight each other for that title. No-maj style to keep it fair.”
❛ it takes more courage to suffer than to die. ❜ (Marion)
“Is doing neither an option because I choose neither.” No suffering or dying for this little girl. Edythe was going to opt out on this one. She’s suffered enough for one lifetime, although she was certain there was going to be more suffering considering the fact that their school was a death trap.
“i knew it would hurt like hell, but hell hurts a bit more than i previously anticipated.” (Georgie)
Edythe pressed her lips together, trying not to look amused by his words. “Disinfecting open wounds always hurts. Although I’m not sure exactly where hell lands on the 1 - 10 scale of pain.”
It’d been quite some time since Al’s last “shut up” (roughly three minutes), and according to all sovereign laws of friendship, Phillip is solemnly sworn to continue his bothering. But what to say? What to do? From crumpled parchment to empty ink bottles, he’s already thrown everything at him, and ever since fourth year, the common room was running dangerously low on its supply of cats for Phillip to toss. Ah well. He’s clever enough to think of something.
“Say,” he ponders suddenly, tapping his quill against his riveting, two-word essay. “The pitch is empty today, isn’t it? Haven’t seen a single broom in the air all day ... well, I wonder if I’m not as fantastic a Beater as I thought, and if I really do need the practice. It’s for the good of the entire House besides, and much more relies on that in the long run than an essay on -- what was it? moonstones? -- hm? Don’t you think?”