step into the rainbow, world you never knew. chase the arcs of light, soar beyond your sorrows. dance among the colors, let them be your dreams. close your eyes and see anew.
“ i just got here, ” she points out, emerging from the entrance of the greenhouse. there’s a small furrow to her brow because, yes, she just got here and by the looks of it, there’s no one else around. and there shouldn’t be. it’s hers and ella’s turn to take care of the greenhouse, but everyone else should be in class. “ you don’t think there are any ghosts around, right? ” it’s only a half-joke, because the hidden implication in those words is you don’t think there’s some intruder, right?
“willow.” one of her favorite people, admittedly. willow was willow. just like jade was jade. a person so much of a person that they just WERE. she enjoyed her time spent with the other girl, honored it even. “ghosts?” she repeated, a crease forming on her face. “you don’t believe in such thing.” a pause, remembering she was asking a WITCH this. “is there... such thing?” she hadn’t heard about it in her studies thus far, and ella truly hoped the other girl was humoring. not knowing about ghosts as a species would be a crime, truly. she’d feel like a clown fool.
a high pitched ohhh, followed by a light chuckle at the blonde’s startled reaction. “ i’ve done NOTHING and still take your breath away.” granted this was more on ella, than on drew herself. “you have the awareness of a sloth. if this were a good ol’ slasher, you’d be a goner already.” walking further inside, she eyed the other. “why so jumpy?”
“yes, very impressive.” still a bit wary because she’d only been around a few months but she knew all too well of the other’s reputation. typically she didn’t listen to rumors, rumors lie. but it didn’t hurt to be wary, to be SMART. “sloths are quite capable i do think.” so up high no predator could reach, and in danger they still had their claws. ( ella didn’t have claws, but she did try to keep the high ground. ) “oh, well.” a grimace. “an arbitrary reason, i thought i was alone. a false sense of security, you could say.”
“ physically ? three minutes. maybe five. ” it’s not like he was counting. ( considering they were supposed to meet TWENTY MINUTES earlier and he’s late, one would argue that maybe he should have been. ) “ emotionally, i’m still back in bed dreaming about taking a nap in a life-sized taco shell. ”
she wasn't keen on patience. of course, patience was a MANDATORY element when you were far from naturally skilled. if you didn’t have patience there was no chance for you to improve yourself, if you didn’t work at something when you had no skill--- you got nowhere. “a life sized taco shell.” she echoed flatly. “aren’t taco shells hard?” not that she knew all too much about taco shells.
“Roughly three-and-a-half seconds, so you can feel free to calm down,” Maxwell told the girl flatly. He didn’t recognize her– though that was unsurprising. Sometimes students ended up in his classes who he thought were new but it turned out they’d been at the school for years. Oops. He gave her an appraising look. “What are you doing?”
oh, so she hadn’t been oblivious. that was a relief, quite frankly. for someone to have been around for a long time and her not to notice--- ella wouldn’t be too pleased with such an idea. “if you must know,” which yes, he was a teacher, he must. “i was practicing some spells.” spells that she previously FAILED at, and wanted to get better at.
aj knew their cousin was jumpy, and they probably should have tried to make more noise just for her sake. but they’d been standing there for a little over a minute by the time ella noticed them, so aj didn’t feel all that bad. they raised a brow as they could hear ella’s heart pumping, and offered as much of a smile as aj tended to muster. “chill cuz, take a breath would you?” they took a seat and pulled out their magical history book and plopped it on the table between the two of them. “i don’t know, like a minute? but you’re still gonna help me with this shit right?” aj didn’t find magical history all the engaging, though if they were being honest they never had. they’d been using that block of classes for ten years now to take a well deserved nap, but this year they were barely passing so a little help would go a long way.
astoria jane. though, they preferred going by AJ. ella knew them for as long as she could remember. a nice familial relationship, though infrequent. family gatherings weren’t the norm, especially in a family as... chaotic as theirs. WELL, at least her branch of it. she didn’t know the happenings of aj’s side. ella did know though, that leanord bloom was a hard man to please. brother, niece, or child. so she enjoyed aj’s presence ( a family member who she shared the same level as her half-siblings, not a bastard toward aj. ) finding out she attended arcanas as well had been a pleasant surprise. “oh, oh yes!” her mind had been lost in a frazzle for only a second. “tell me which problems seem to be harder and we’ll start with those.” hopefully she could break them down and help her cousin out.
a deep startle left her as the other approached. she hadn’t seen them coming, hadn’t heard them come in, now she was face to face with them. perhaps it was ella’s own obliviousness that was the cause. either way, she still felt her heart pulsing from the ache of the surprise. “how long have you been there?” she asked, bit breathless. @arcanasstarters
( jenny boyd, 18, she/her ) class is in session for ELLA BLOOM. the student file says they’re a WITCH belonging to house AQUIS. and currently a EIGHTH year. we see here they are SHELTERED and NARCISTIC, but they’re also STUDIOUS and HARDWORKING. we wish them good luck in the new school year, where they’ll learn HEALING MAGIC.
BIOGRAPHY
leanord bloom was always a deviant. it was no surprise when he knocked up ‘the help’. he gave her the money and expected the usual result, for her to disappear. she did not in fact, disappear. instead, abigail lynn gave birth to a beautiful little girl named eleanor, ‘ella’ for short (and eventually, preferred.) the problem arose in the form of tiring childbirth, poor hospital care, and the demise of abigail lynn. leaving her newborn daughter in the care of the father who wanted her GONE. now, leonard did consider alternative means. he considered disposing of the child or putting it away somewhere to grow up far away from him and his perfect family. but, his eldest daughter rejected him completely and his son was a constant battleground. so, in hopes of one of his children loving him, he took her.
the girl briefly named eleanor lynn soon became eleanor bloom. feeling slighted in his lack of being able to give her a name ( he couldn’t very well change the name her deceased mother chose ) leanord gave her the middle name PRIMROSE, expectant that she would be an earth attunement like himself. ella bloom was not, in fact, an earth attunement. instead, her attunement was water. unbeknownst to leanord, or ella herself, abigail lynn had come from a great line of water attunement.
her father was disappointed, to say the very least. it was after her attunement revelation that everything tilted downhill. not to say they were uphill before, however. her eldest half sister olivia was over a decade elder than ella, and by the time the girl knew how to walk olivia had departed from the bloom family hating their father with every ounce of her being. there was her brother tristan, he was half a decade her elder. less than olivia but still fairly apart. he was always distant, not the prime example of a GOOD big brother. rather, he much preferred to act like she wasn’t there at all (if you asked him, it wasn’t because she was a reminder of his father’s affair. no, she was just ANNOYING). remarkably, her closest relationship came in the form of the woman she shared no blood with. annalise bloom was an unhappy woman, with a husband who had notorious affairs and children who didn’t trust her. not that annalise trusted them either, rather. all she trusted was her own ability to get to the bottom of a bottle. despite the circumstances of her birth, she always treated ella respectively and gave the girl acknowledgment.
leanord was the most complicated of all if ella had to choose. it wasn’t civil, like olivia. it wasn’t distant, like tristan. and it wasn’t reliable, like annalise. it was something else completely. he doted on her when she was only a little girl. he was the best father in the world. he would read her bedtime stories, indulged in her childish games and gave her so so many piggyback rides.
then, she had the audacity to grow up.
suddenly not his ideal little girl who agreed to everything he said, leanord became sharper with her. cruder and crueler. and on the day he found out her attunement wasn’t earth, he went as far as to call her a bastard. not inaccurate but hurtful nonetheless.
as ella grew older he became more and more cynical. no longer did he have that perfect baby girl to build up that fragile esteem of his. no, leanord could no longer count on using ella to make himself feel better. in turn, he grew to resent her. wishing he’d never let her stay, never raised her, never let her have HIS name. it was his idea, only a few months prior to present time, to send her away. far away. he wanted her as far as she could be away from him.
leanord enrolled her in arcanas.
ella’s only been around a few months, but she knew well of the item sealed in the armory. after having heard the zanzara orb was stolen, ella was astounded that someone could be so terrible. a single being holding all their lives in its hands? no one should have that type of power. she worries about closing her eyes and everything VANISHING.
TLDR: dead mom, shitty (rich) dad, lots of loneliness bundled in a blonde.
NOTES
ella is british-american.
her two half-siblings ( olivia & brenton ) are super wanted and i will be putting out wanted connections for em.
she’s been at arcanas for a few months now.
well she wasn’t allowed to practice it often, she knows her attunement well.
‘oh yes. my heart too.’ ronan shook his head before dismissing it with a smile and peered over her shoulder to her papers. ‘oh.. yikes. need a hand? i’m pretty good at math.’
‘truly?’ it wasn’t often another volunteer to help with the likes of MATH. “that would be splendid actually, thank you.”
