Post by amelie on Sept 1, 2011 4:29:35 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Amelie Vienne Marisette DuPont (Or just Amelie DuPont)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Desired House/Staff Position: Ravenclaw
Year: 5th
Race: Caucasian
Weight/Height: 5'3" 103lbs
Wand Type: Walnut & veela hair from her grandmother, 10 1/2"
Patronus: Honduran White Bat
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Favorite Class/es (1+): Astronomy, Divinations, Care of Mythical Creatures, Transfiguration
Least Favorite Class/es (1+): She has none. This girl LOVES to learn about everything she can.
Personality
Likes (3+)
-Music
-Animals
-Fashion
Dislikes (3+):
-Drama
-Danger & violence
-Being upset, not having fun, etc
Skills (3+):
-Great at improv. If a situation, even planned, goes poorly, she's quick on her toes!
-Can read people very, very well. She's ridiculously observant of people, the world, etc.
-Clairvoyance. Yep, she's psychic. Am I going to be using this in RP? Not unless planned and consented to in a plot.
Weaknesses (3+):
-She's very sensitive and can become depressed or even brought to tears pretty easily.
-Short temper. If she's not in tears, she's probably raging.
-Can be pretty clingy to people
-Has ADD; ocassionally she'll go starry-eyed and will start talking about things that have nothing to do with anything.
-Often comes across as both bipolar and a contradiction of herself; while she might be ridiculously stubborn at one moment, perhaps the next she could be far too agreeable
-She really doesn't like to be around people much, which is probably the reason for her bubbly and outspoken personality. She WANTS to be liked, but she also wants to be left alone.
-Is really just a messy jumble of confusion that never makes any sense.
-Often has a headache.
Character Description:
A French mother dubbed this darling girl her single best. Her melodic voice had a heavy French hint to it, though she hails from London. Wild grey eyes are full of curiosity and a desire to learn. The <a href="http://spiffysugie.deviantart.com/#/d48hpsj">Ravenclaw</a> made it to her fifth year, standing 5'3" in her curvaceous figure. She carries with her a 10 1/2" wand of walnut and veela hair from her grandmother. Occasionally the girl will be followed by an albino eagle owl named Persephone. Generally found singing where she believes no one will hear her or talking to strange creatures in the woods.
Personality Outline:
She sings a LOT. The most she'll say will usually be in song (her voice is akin to Peggy Lee's). Amelie's pretty much a nerd otherwise. She has an innocent flair to her outspoken lifestyle, but has a massive tendency to do ridiculously dorky things. She loves to learn and loves to study, preferably outside, though she spends much time in the library. She loves fashion, she loves painting, she has an affinity for all things related to tea and music. She can play the piano, the guitar, the flute, the ukulele, the mandolin and the banjo. She loves American country music.
When it comes to people, she'll probably have a small circle of friends at some point. She can be a little shy around strangers but happily opens up when she realizes there's no reason to be so shy.
She loves to learn and likes to feel intelligent. She's also relatively political. She stays on top of current events as well as general subjects of intelligence and study, plus a few extras...and she's top on common sense!
Background
Mother: Elise Etienne Marisette DuPont, 33. She is currently a receptionist in a dull-looking flower shop that is a halfway mark between a busy London sidestreet and a hidden wizarding hospital. This is a full-time job to pay the bills while she tries to get her nursing license. She's almost done!
Father: Roderick Stewart Silverfield, 41. Lifestyle completely unknown.
Siblings: None
Country of Origin: London, England (Though her mother is from Bordeaux, France)
Heritage: Halfblood
History:
The platinum blonde girl was born to two wizards in a small cottage in Bordeaux, France. The mother was a veela, fierce when disrupted from her studies of muggles. The father was also into the study of muggles. Both were muggle scientists of sorts. They had sent their daughter to all sorts of muggle schools and activities for as long as they could, trying to encourage her to grow up as normal as possible mostly so they could study her. Because of her mother's short temper, she was seldom allowed to leave the cottage. This caused her to go a bit insane. She greatly influenced the wide-eyed young veela with her wild stories of the world, celebrities and whatnot. Of course on top of this, Elise was a huge fan of television and movies, being able to watch whenever she pleased. Soon, the girl had mighty dreams of becoming a popular movie star and with her fantastic good looks (or so many men told her) and natural talent, she thought she was on her way.
The wide-eyed witch's name was Elise and she hadn't been out of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for even a year. Her mother's emotional rollercoaster of a life had been driving Elise out of the house for years and she took the immediate chance to lead her own life as soon as she was finished with school. Elise promptly moved herself to Britain with only a bit of money that she'd saved from summer jobs and jobs during school as a waitress at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. Aside from some clothes and her albino eagle owl, she had little else.
Elise chose to abandon her broomstick and take a train from Scotland to London. It was on this long ride that she met Roderick, a handsome young man that worked as a talent agent at a highly acclaimed agency. He was greatly attracted to young Elise's charming voice and show-stopping good looks. While he impressed her with his glamorous lifestyle of glorious parties, premieres and celebrities, Elise believed she'd just gotten her big break.
It was on that train ride that Roderick proposed Elise follow him to an event. Roderick held Elise proudly on his arm at an A-list party. Elise felt like she'd gone to heaven when everyone complimented on Roderick's girl's fine looks and poise. Roderick decided to keep Elise around and assisted her in acquiring an apartment and a job. She'd become Roderick's secretary for the talent agency. During the seven months they were together, Elise grew to know Roderick greatly. He was older and wiser than she....he had a mature way about him, as well as a very diplomatic attitude. When he was angry, it was scary, because he never yelled, but his voice got deep. Elise was far too shy to tell Roderick just who (and what) she really was.
One night, things weren't going so well. Elise had moved in with Roderick. She had an amazing lifestyle she didn't want to give up, but she'd become pregnant and was trying to figure out how to break the news to Roderick. They weren't married and Roderick was a busy man...would he accept the news as a blessing? Elise had no idea.
Elise set up a romantic dinner on a December's Friday night in Roderick's large flat. She was going to tell him...this was it!
Roderick arrived at precisely 7:30pm. He noticed the candlelit dinner laid out neatly upon his long wooden dining table. It wasn't the round kitchen table, as we was used to eating at with Elise. Roderick smiled, removing his coat.
"Elise, what's the occasion?" he said smoothly. His quaintly content attitude made Elise shiver with nerves. His deep blue eyes came up to gaze at her, lust covering up his look of curiosity. When the sun became to slide back into its hiding place, his eyes often began to look like this.
"I just felt like doing zis, Roderick...you're so good to me..." Elise said in a broken tone, trying to keep her emotions contained.
Roderick frowned. He walked over to Elise and put both hands on her arms. Elise looked away from him. Did he know already? What would she do?
"If there is anything you need to tell me, you know you can." His low tone spoke slowly. "I know that look."
Elise was indeed easy to read with a pretty face that was hard to keep eyes off of. Any man that knew her for so long, such as Roderick, never new trouble in reading her emotions.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"I'm pregnant."
Roderick's eyes widened. He stepped away from Elise. What is left of the story crashed to the floor, broken and spoiled when it was once perfect and beautiful. Though one might note it was not the pregnancy that frightened Roderick away. Elise had lost her cool, and one might be aware of what veela turn into when they are sent into a massive rage...
Roderick's mind was cleared of what had happened that night. He was cleared of Elise entirely. The rest is history.
Nine months passed and in September, the most beautiful little girl Elise had ever seen came into her life. A friend of Elise's, Jillian, a nurse that helped to deliver the baby (and ironically had a baby herself not too long before Elise's), was encouraging Elise to get a nursing license to be able to properly raise the baby. Elise was frightened of focusing on so much school instead of her child, so Jillian agreed to help the poor girl to get a job within the hospital somehow.
Elise promptly became a flower shop receptionist for the hospital. It was 40 hours a week for much smaller pay than she'd made as a secretary, but it kept herself and her little Amelie going. Jillian often visited and helped with Amelie when she wasn't working for long hours. Elise and Jillian have since been great friends.
Elise would come home every day and watch Amelie. When Amelie cried, would there be a fiery spark of veela magic from the infant's fingers? Nothing. In fact, absolutely no magical qualities ever appeared within Amelie.
Amelie would ride in her stroller on any days off that Elise had. Amelie loved being outdoors and Elise was proud to show her off. A remarkably large populace would express what a beautiful baby Amelie was, but as a most proud mother, Elise never thought twice about it as she believed just the same herself.
No magic, no magic, no magic. Amelie was five years old and apart from a scraggly head of oddly white hair, Elise had given up hope for her daughter to be a veela or even so much as a witch. Amelie was put into a muggle preschool, which Elise was very well acquainted with thanks to her parents.
Two months had passed while Amelie was going to preschool. Amelie wasn't enjoying it and Elise began to feel hopeless that her daughter would never be anything. Amelie often came home with stories of how the boys were teasing her, pulling her hair, trying to kiss her cheeks or hold her hand. She hadn't made any friends. Because of how the boys treated her, Amelie was afraid to talk to anybody of any gender. The only girl Amelie occasionally talked to was Rosie, Jillian's daughter. Even with this small acquaintance, the teacher often voiced her concerns herself about how Amelie "just wasn't getting along with the other children." The teacher also suggested that Elise stopped dying Amelie's hair.
Another two weeks and a call from a teacher was made to Elise while she was at work.
"Flowers and Frills, zis is Elise, how may I help you?"
"Elise, thank goodness you've picked up the phone, I have something very urgent, extremely urgent I tell you!" screeched the teacher.
"What's gone on, Mrs. Smitter?" asked Elise, somewhat confused. She often received calls akin to this, so Elise wasn't too concerned.
"It's Amelie! There were blocks, blocks up top, a whole box of blocks, so....so many blocks! They were on top! They were on top of the shelf! The blocks were so high on the shelf, they were up top!" squeaked Mrs. Smitter breathlessly.
"I gather ze blocks were on a shelf, then?" droned Elise boredly.
"They FELL, Ms. DuPont! The box of blocks FELL!" squealed the teacher wildly.
Elise stopped in her tracks, slamming her hand to the counter as her bright grey eyes went wide. "Oh no! Oh dear! What az 'appened to Amelie? Iz she alright?" screamed Elise. She was searching frantically for her car keys (she drove a Fiat, in fact, the car Roderick had given her) to prepare to leave.
"NONO, Ms. DuPont, Amelie is just fine, don't worry please! Please listen." Mrs. Smitter tried to calm herself so as to not greatly frighten Elise anymore.
"What az gone on?" squealed Elise desperately.
"She knew," said Mrs. Smitter flatly. "It was Rosie. Rosie was playing beneath the blocks and Amelie ran over to her and pushed her out of the way. Ginger (teaching assistant) immediately approached Amelie to scold her for pushing a child and Amelie said 'The blocks are going to fall!' Ginger of course said that was impossible, but just as she stated so, the box of blocks fell!"
Elise fell silent.
"I watched the whole thing."
It was an awkward moment before Elise finally spoke up. "'As....'as anything like zis 'appened before?"
"Little things, Ms. DuPont," admitted Mrs. Smitter. "She once said it was going to rain when it was sunnier than California outside. Not two hours later, it was raining. Of course, being London, nobody thought anything of it. Biscuits were brought out for the children once and Amelie claimed they were moldy before we handed them out. Although the tin was never opened, we didn't think twice because children can be so sneaky. Amelie often hangs in the corners anyway, playing with stuffed animals and singing. Who knows if she snuck into another tin and noticed?"
Elise frowned. "So you're not watching my child closely enough, nor 'ave you bothered to tell me zat zees zings 'ave occured? Zees events? Perhaps zey mean nothing to you but zey mean a lot to me!"
Mrs. Smitter stuttered. "I am sorry, Ms. DuPont, please understand tha-"
Elise huffed. "Zer iz nothing left to say! I vill come to pick up Amelie in an hour."
Elise hung up the phone and mulled over everything that had just happened. While she herself knew nothing of clairvoyance, her mother was very in tune with it. Though Elise knew very well from her parents' studies that many muggles were also able to get in touch with this side of magic, it was enough to bring back Elise's hopes again.
Elise began to teach Amelie of her witch and veela heritage. She would read stories to Amelie and tell her about her family. Elise would share all of her history books and anything else she could find. She never once spoke of Amelie's father. But Amelie, being around muggles all the time, took her mother's stories as fantasies and fairytales. Elise did magic around Amelie all the time. She'd stir her tea by swirling her finger around a spoon. She'd wave her wand and the bed would be made or the dishes would be clean. Amelie thought her mother's magic to be wonderful tricks just to play with and tease her. She loved them, but did not believe them.
"Mother, tell me another story of grandmama," Amelie said one night when she was in bed. Elise had knox'd the lights, but when she turned around, her grey eyes could be seen glowing in the small amount of light. Elise could still make out Amelie's own grey eyes, a little more wild than Elise's softer ones. Amelie's hair had a moonlit glow from beneath the window, just barely cracked open to let in a gentle cool breeze.
"What would you like to hear?" Elise asked willingly.
"Why did she never leave ze house?" Amelie asked flatly.
Elise paused for a moment. This was something she'd never explained to Amelie.
"Zat's a rather long story..." Elise began.
"Can you make eet shorter?" Amelie begged. She pulled the comforter of her bed back, inviting her mother to sit.
"I zuppose I can," Elise agreed, gracefully sliding across the floor to her daughter's bed and sitting down. Amelie looked up to her mother excitably. The lights remained off, but Elise lit her wand and held it to her face.
"Your grandmama vas not a very stable woman. She 'ad zis temper zat would make a lion run back to 'iz cave in fright," said Elise, mocking a bad campfire story. Amelie giggled, watching her mother brightly. "When you angered her you would run too, she vould roar like a lion herself! So Father never let her leave ze 'ouse because 'e vas afraid she vould blow all ze others down."
"Like ze three pigs?" Amelie said.
Elise chuckled. She'd never read that story herself, but Amelie had heard it often from her muggle friends in school and at sleepovers. Elise remembered it from when she was a child. "Yes, like ze pigs. Father never knew ven she vould do it, which vas zilly, because she always told 'im 'e vas going to make 'er angry at some point. She vould varn 'im in ze morning and usually by lunchtime 'e vould forget."
Amelie was wide-eyed. She was intrigued by how her grandmother knew something was going to happen later...she had a habit of not telling her mother, but she often knew when things were going to happen before they did. She had no idea her grandmother was just like her.
"But zis woman, she vould turn into a monster. She vould grow a beak and vings like a 'orrible bird, she vould zet things on fire from her hands!"
Amelie's eyes got even wider, if possible. She frowned a bit, then became frightened and shouted at her mother. "No she didn't!!!"
Elise paused, putting her hands down from a silly position she was doing to try and act like the harpies veela would turn into. "Vhat?" she asked, tilting her head from Amelie's sudden outburst.
"Vy do you alvays tell such stoopid stories, Mama!" Amelies screeched, her temper growing out of control from the fear of turning into the same thing her grandmother would because they were both able to see the future. "Nozeeng like zat is possible! People do not turn into birds! Eet ees not even possible!"
Elise frowned, realizing she'd truly disturbed Amelie. "Calm down baby girl, zer is nothing to-"
Amelie sat up on her knees and threw her hand back, almost like she was going to hit her mother, but she didn't. Elise stood up and watch as Amelie threw her hand back. A bolt of fire spewed from it and landed on the wooden chair at Amelie's desk. The corner of the chair burst into flames.
Elise and Amelie stared at the chair, watching it burn. Elise promptly kicked back into gear and put the flames out. She turned back to stare at Amelie, who seemed purely stricken with fear and surprise. Amelie stared at her hands. How could her own hands do such a thing? How was this physically possible?
"Mama please, I am zorry, do not be mad please, I didn't know zis vould-"
"Oh my darling Amelie," Elise cooed, pulling Amelie into an embrace.
It was exactly the eye-opener that Amelie needed. There were no fairytales. Everything was real. Her mother was no illusionist. But...what of Amelie herself?
Amelie picked up the books her mother had been trying to get her to read for years. What puzzled her was she'd look on tv, but never saw anything about veela or wizards. They didn't own computers, but when Amelie would visit Rosie, she'd look online. She only managed to find some strange references that didn't add up.
"Mama, zey say 'orrible zings about veela, don't zey?" Amelie proposed one day. "Zat ve are 'sirens from 'ell,' zat ve don't 'ave souls and zat ve turn into all kinds of terrible monsters."
Elise smiled. She passed over Amelie's worries and mocked shuffling through the mail. Everything she'd been worried about for over a decade had finally disappeared.
"You 'ave a letter, Amelie."
Brief history of how Amelie acquired her owl:
Elise's albino eagle owl, Demeter, had been missing precisely one year before Amelie acquired her letter to Hogwarts. When Demeter returned, she began to build a nest and laid a single egg. That egg hatched and the owlet was given to Amelie to raise. Amelie named her Persephone.
Brief history of how Amelie acquired her wand:
Elise had kept in touch now and then with her father. When it was time for Amelie to get a wand, he sent her a strand of Elise's mother's hair in a locket necklace. Grandmama had agreed to do this for her granddaughter, but Elise wanted a wand to choose Amelie, not be crafted.
Amelie was brought to Ollivander's and many wands were shuffled through. None of them chose Amelie, No ivy wood, no cherrywood or maple. Not even a phoenix feather. Amelie was crying when Demeter tapped her beak at the window outside of the shop. The wise old owl was holding a package sent to Elise, along with the strand of Grandmama's hair and the note.
Elise and Amelie wandered outside to retrieve all of the items off Demeter. Amelie read the note written by her Grandmama:
A second note was found in the package and it was addressed to Elise.
Name: Amelie Vienne Marisette DuPont (Or just Amelie DuPont)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Desired House/Staff Position: Ravenclaw
Year: 5th
Race: Caucasian
Weight/Height: 5'3" 103lbs
Wand Type: Walnut & veela hair from her grandmother, 10 1/2"
Patronus: Honduran White Bat
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Favorite Class/es (1+): Astronomy, Divinations, Care of Mythical Creatures, Transfiguration
Least Favorite Class/es (1+): She has none. This girl LOVES to learn about everything she can.
Personality
Likes (3+)
-Music
-Animals
-Fashion
Dislikes (3+):
-Drama
-Danger & violence
-Being upset, not having fun, etc
Skills (3+):
-Great at improv. If a situation, even planned, goes poorly, she's quick on her toes!
-Can read people very, very well. She's ridiculously observant of people, the world, etc.
-Clairvoyance. Yep, she's psychic. Am I going to be using this in RP? Not unless planned and consented to in a plot.
Weaknesses (3+):
-She's very sensitive and can become depressed or even brought to tears pretty easily.
-Short temper. If she's not in tears, she's probably raging.
-Can be pretty clingy to people
-Has ADD; ocassionally she'll go starry-eyed and will start talking about things that have nothing to do with anything.
-Often comes across as both bipolar and a contradiction of herself; while she might be ridiculously stubborn at one moment, perhaps the next she could be far too agreeable
-She really doesn't like to be around people much, which is probably the reason for her bubbly and outspoken personality. She WANTS to be liked, but she also wants to be left alone.
-Is really just a messy jumble of confusion that never makes any sense.
-Often has a headache.
Character Description:
A French mother dubbed this darling girl her single best. Her melodic voice had a heavy French hint to it, though she hails from London. Wild grey eyes are full of curiosity and a desire to learn. The <a href="http://spiffysugie.deviantart.com/#/d48hpsj">Ravenclaw</a> made it to her fifth year, standing 5'3" in her curvaceous figure. She carries with her a 10 1/2" wand of walnut and veela hair from her grandmother. Occasionally the girl will be followed by an albino eagle owl named Persephone. Generally found singing where she believes no one will hear her or talking to strange creatures in the woods.
Personality Outline:
She sings a LOT. The most she'll say will usually be in song (her voice is akin to Peggy Lee's). Amelie's pretty much a nerd otherwise. She has an innocent flair to her outspoken lifestyle, but has a massive tendency to do ridiculously dorky things. She loves to learn and loves to study, preferably outside, though she spends much time in the library. She loves fashion, she loves painting, she has an affinity for all things related to tea and music. She can play the piano, the guitar, the flute, the ukulele, the mandolin and the banjo. She loves American country music.
When it comes to people, she'll probably have a small circle of friends at some point. She can be a little shy around strangers but happily opens up when she realizes there's no reason to be so shy.
She loves to learn and likes to feel intelligent. She's also relatively political. She stays on top of current events as well as general subjects of intelligence and study, plus a few extras...and she's top on common sense!
Background
Mother: Elise Etienne Marisette DuPont, 33. She is currently a receptionist in a dull-looking flower shop that is a halfway mark between a busy London sidestreet and a hidden wizarding hospital. This is a full-time job to pay the bills while she tries to get her nursing license. She's almost done!
Father: Roderick Stewart Silverfield, 41. Lifestyle completely unknown.
Siblings: None
Country of Origin: London, England (Though her mother is from Bordeaux, France)
Heritage: Halfblood
History:
The platinum blonde girl was born to two wizards in a small cottage in Bordeaux, France. The mother was a veela, fierce when disrupted from her studies of muggles. The father was also into the study of muggles. Both were muggle scientists of sorts. They had sent their daughter to all sorts of muggle schools and activities for as long as they could, trying to encourage her to grow up as normal as possible mostly so they could study her. Because of her mother's short temper, she was seldom allowed to leave the cottage. This caused her to go a bit insane. She greatly influenced the wide-eyed young veela with her wild stories of the world, celebrities and whatnot. Of course on top of this, Elise was a huge fan of television and movies, being able to watch whenever she pleased. Soon, the girl had mighty dreams of becoming a popular movie star and with her fantastic good looks (or so many men told her) and natural talent, she thought she was on her way.
The wide-eyed witch's name was Elise and she hadn't been out of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic for even a year. Her mother's emotional rollercoaster of a life had been driving Elise out of the house for years and she took the immediate chance to lead her own life as soon as she was finished with school. Elise promptly moved herself to Britain with only a bit of money that she'd saved from summer jobs and jobs during school as a waitress at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. Aside from some clothes and her albino eagle owl, she had little else.
Elise chose to abandon her broomstick and take a train from Scotland to London. It was on this long ride that she met Roderick, a handsome young man that worked as a talent agent at a highly acclaimed agency. He was greatly attracted to young Elise's charming voice and show-stopping good looks. While he impressed her with his glamorous lifestyle of glorious parties, premieres and celebrities, Elise believed she'd just gotten her big break.
It was on that train ride that Roderick proposed Elise follow him to an event. Roderick held Elise proudly on his arm at an A-list party. Elise felt like she'd gone to heaven when everyone complimented on Roderick's girl's fine looks and poise. Roderick decided to keep Elise around and assisted her in acquiring an apartment and a job. She'd become Roderick's secretary for the talent agency. During the seven months they were together, Elise grew to know Roderick greatly. He was older and wiser than she....he had a mature way about him, as well as a very diplomatic attitude. When he was angry, it was scary, because he never yelled, but his voice got deep. Elise was far too shy to tell Roderick just who (and what) she really was.
One night, things weren't going so well. Elise had moved in with Roderick. She had an amazing lifestyle she didn't want to give up, but she'd become pregnant and was trying to figure out how to break the news to Roderick. They weren't married and Roderick was a busy man...would he accept the news as a blessing? Elise had no idea.
Elise set up a romantic dinner on a December's Friday night in Roderick's large flat. She was going to tell him...this was it!
Roderick arrived at precisely 7:30pm. He noticed the candlelit dinner laid out neatly upon his long wooden dining table. It wasn't the round kitchen table, as we was used to eating at with Elise. Roderick smiled, removing his coat.
"Elise, what's the occasion?" he said smoothly. His quaintly content attitude made Elise shiver with nerves. His deep blue eyes came up to gaze at her, lust covering up his look of curiosity. When the sun became to slide back into its hiding place, his eyes often began to look like this.
"I just felt like doing zis, Roderick...you're so good to me..." Elise said in a broken tone, trying to keep her emotions contained.
Roderick frowned. He walked over to Elise and put both hands on her arms. Elise looked away from him. Did he know already? What would she do?
"If there is anything you need to tell me, you know you can." His low tone spoke slowly. "I know that look."
Elise was indeed easy to read with a pretty face that was hard to keep eyes off of. Any man that knew her for so long, such as Roderick, never new trouble in reading her emotions.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"I'm pregnant."
Roderick's eyes widened. He stepped away from Elise. What is left of the story crashed to the floor, broken and spoiled when it was once perfect and beautiful. Though one might note it was not the pregnancy that frightened Roderick away. Elise had lost her cool, and one might be aware of what veela turn into when they are sent into a massive rage...
Roderick's mind was cleared of what had happened that night. He was cleared of Elise entirely. The rest is history.
Nine months passed and in September, the most beautiful little girl Elise had ever seen came into her life. A friend of Elise's, Jillian, a nurse that helped to deliver the baby (and ironically had a baby herself not too long before Elise's), was encouraging Elise to get a nursing license to be able to properly raise the baby. Elise was frightened of focusing on so much school instead of her child, so Jillian agreed to help the poor girl to get a job within the hospital somehow.
Elise promptly became a flower shop receptionist for the hospital. It was 40 hours a week for much smaller pay than she'd made as a secretary, but it kept herself and her little Amelie going. Jillian often visited and helped with Amelie when she wasn't working for long hours. Elise and Jillian have since been great friends.
Elise would come home every day and watch Amelie. When Amelie cried, would there be a fiery spark of veela magic from the infant's fingers? Nothing. In fact, absolutely no magical qualities ever appeared within Amelie.
Amelie would ride in her stroller on any days off that Elise had. Amelie loved being outdoors and Elise was proud to show her off. A remarkably large populace would express what a beautiful baby Amelie was, but as a most proud mother, Elise never thought twice about it as she believed just the same herself.
No magic, no magic, no magic. Amelie was five years old and apart from a scraggly head of oddly white hair, Elise had given up hope for her daughter to be a veela or even so much as a witch. Amelie was put into a muggle preschool, which Elise was very well acquainted with thanks to her parents.
Two months had passed while Amelie was going to preschool. Amelie wasn't enjoying it and Elise began to feel hopeless that her daughter would never be anything. Amelie often came home with stories of how the boys were teasing her, pulling her hair, trying to kiss her cheeks or hold her hand. She hadn't made any friends. Because of how the boys treated her, Amelie was afraid to talk to anybody of any gender. The only girl Amelie occasionally talked to was Rosie, Jillian's daughter. Even with this small acquaintance, the teacher often voiced her concerns herself about how Amelie "just wasn't getting along with the other children." The teacher also suggested that Elise stopped dying Amelie's hair.
Another two weeks and a call from a teacher was made to Elise while she was at work.
"Flowers and Frills, zis is Elise, how may I help you?"
"Elise, thank goodness you've picked up the phone, I have something very urgent, extremely urgent I tell you!" screeched the teacher.
"What's gone on, Mrs. Smitter?" asked Elise, somewhat confused. She often received calls akin to this, so Elise wasn't too concerned.
"It's Amelie! There were blocks, blocks up top, a whole box of blocks, so....so many blocks! They were on top! They were on top of the shelf! The blocks were so high on the shelf, they were up top!" squeaked Mrs. Smitter breathlessly.
"I gather ze blocks were on a shelf, then?" droned Elise boredly.
"They FELL, Ms. DuPont! The box of blocks FELL!" squealed the teacher wildly.
Elise stopped in her tracks, slamming her hand to the counter as her bright grey eyes went wide. "Oh no! Oh dear! What az 'appened to Amelie? Iz she alright?" screamed Elise. She was searching frantically for her car keys (she drove a Fiat, in fact, the car Roderick had given her) to prepare to leave.
"NONO, Ms. DuPont, Amelie is just fine, don't worry please! Please listen." Mrs. Smitter tried to calm herself so as to not greatly frighten Elise anymore.
"What az gone on?" squealed Elise desperately.
"She knew," said Mrs. Smitter flatly. "It was Rosie. Rosie was playing beneath the blocks and Amelie ran over to her and pushed her out of the way. Ginger (teaching assistant) immediately approached Amelie to scold her for pushing a child and Amelie said 'The blocks are going to fall!' Ginger of course said that was impossible, but just as she stated so, the box of blocks fell!"
Elise fell silent.
"I watched the whole thing."
It was an awkward moment before Elise finally spoke up. "'As....'as anything like zis 'appened before?"
"Little things, Ms. DuPont," admitted Mrs. Smitter. "She once said it was going to rain when it was sunnier than California outside. Not two hours later, it was raining. Of course, being London, nobody thought anything of it. Biscuits were brought out for the children once and Amelie claimed they were moldy before we handed them out. Although the tin was never opened, we didn't think twice because children can be so sneaky. Amelie often hangs in the corners anyway, playing with stuffed animals and singing. Who knows if she snuck into another tin and noticed?"
Elise frowned. "So you're not watching my child closely enough, nor 'ave you bothered to tell me zat zees zings 'ave occured? Zees events? Perhaps zey mean nothing to you but zey mean a lot to me!"
Mrs. Smitter stuttered. "I am sorry, Ms. DuPont, please understand tha-"
Elise huffed. "Zer iz nothing left to say! I vill come to pick up Amelie in an hour."
Elise hung up the phone and mulled over everything that had just happened. While she herself knew nothing of clairvoyance, her mother was very in tune with it. Though Elise knew very well from her parents' studies that many muggles were also able to get in touch with this side of magic, it was enough to bring back Elise's hopes again.
Elise began to teach Amelie of her witch and veela heritage. She would read stories to Amelie and tell her about her family. Elise would share all of her history books and anything else she could find. She never once spoke of Amelie's father. But Amelie, being around muggles all the time, took her mother's stories as fantasies and fairytales. Elise did magic around Amelie all the time. She'd stir her tea by swirling her finger around a spoon. She'd wave her wand and the bed would be made or the dishes would be clean. Amelie thought her mother's magic to be wonderful tricks just to play with and tease her. She loved them, but did not believe them.
"Mother, tell me another story of grandmama," Amelie said one night when she was in bed. Elise had knox'd the lights, but when she turned around, her grey eyes could be seen glowing in the small amount of light. Elise could still make out Amelie's own grey eyes, a little more wild than Elise's softer ones. Amelie's hair had a moonlit glow from beneath the window, just barely cracked open to let in a gentle cool breeze.
"What would you like to hear?" Elise asked willingly.
"Why did she never leave ze house?" Amelie asked flatly.
Elise paused for a moment. This was something she'd never explained to Amelie.
"Zat's a rather long story..." Elise began.
"Can you make eet shorter?" Amelie begged. She pulled the comforter of her bed back, inviting her mother to sit.
"I zuppose I can," Elise agreed, gracefully sliding across the floor to her daughter's bed and sitting down. Amelie looked up to her mother excitably. The lights remained off, but Elise lit her wand and held it to her face.
"Your grandmama vas not a very stable woman. She 'ad zis temper zat would make a lion run back to 'iz cave in fright," said Elise, mocking a bad campfire story. Amelie giggled, watching her mother brightly. "When you angered her you would run too, she vould roar like a lion herself! So Father never let her leave ze 'ouse because 'e vas afraid she vould blow all ze others down."
"Like ze three pigs?" Amelie said.
Elise chuckled. She'd never read that story herself, but Amelie had heard it often from her muggle friends in school and at sleepovers. Elise remembered it from when she was a child. "Yes, like ze pigs. Father never knew ven she vould do it, which vas zilly, because she always told 'im 'e vas going to make 'er angry at some point. She vould varn 'im in ze morning and usually by lunchtime 'e vould forget."
Amelie was wide-eyed. She was intrigued by how her grandmother knew something was going to happen later...she had a habit of not telling her mother, but she often knew when things were going to happen before they did. She had no idea her grandmother was just like her.
"But zis woman, she vould turn into a monster. She vould grow a beak and vings like a 'orrible bird, she vould zet things on fire from her hands!"
Amelie's eyes got even wider, if possible. She frowned a bit, then became frightened and shouted at her mother. "No she didn't!!!"
Elise paused, putting her hands down from a silly position she was doing to try and act like the harpies veela would turn into. "Vhat?" she asked, tilting her head from Amelie's sudden outburst.
"Vy do you alvays tell such stoopid stories, Mama!" Amelies screeched, her temper growing out of control from the fear of turning into the same thing her grandmother would because they were both able to see the future. "Nozeeng like zat is possible! People do not turn into birds! Eet ees not even possible!"
Elise frowned, realizing she'd truly disturbed Amelie. "Calm down baby girl, zer is nothing to-"
Amelie sat up on her knees and threw her hand back, almost like she was going to hit her mother, but she didn't. Elise stood up and watch as Amelie threw her hand back. A bolt of fire spewed from it and landed on the wooden chair at Amelie's desk. The corner of the chair burst into flames.
Elise and Amelie stared at the chair, watching it burn. Elise promptly kicked back into gear and put the flames out. She turned back to stare at Amelie, who seemed purely stricken with fear and surprise. Amelie stared at her hands. How could her own hands do such a thing? How was this physically possible?
"Mama please, I am zorry, do not be mad please, I didn't know zis vould-"
"Oh my darling Amelie," Elise cooed, pulling Amelie into an embrace.
It was exactly the eye-opener that Amelie needed. There were no fairytales. Everything was real. Her mother was no illusionist. But...what of Amelie herself?
Amelie picked up the books her mother had been trying to get her to read for years. What puzzled her was she'd look on tv, but never saw anything about veela or wizards. They didn't own computers, but when Amelie would visit Rosie, she'd look online. She only managed to find some strange references that didn't add up.
"Mama, zey say 'orrible zings about veela, don't zey?" Amelie proposed one day. "Zat ve are 'sirens from 'ell,' zat ve don't 'ave souls and zat ve turn into all kinds of terrible monsters."
Elise smiled. She passed over Amelie's worries and mocked shuffling through the mail. Everything she'd been worried about for over a decade had finally disappeared.
"You 'ave a letter, Amelie."
Brief history of how Amelie acquired her owl:
Elise's albino eagle owl, Demeter, had been missing precisely one year before Amelie acquired her letter to Hogwarts. When Demeter returned, she began to build a nest and laid a single egg. That egg hatched and the owlet was given to Amelie to raise. Amelie named her Persephone.
Brief history of how Amelie acquired her wand:
Elise had kept in touch now and then with her father. When it was time for Amelie to get a wand, he sent her a strand of Elise's mother's hair in a locket necklace. Grandmama had agreed to do this for her granddaughter, but Elise wanted a wand to choose Amelie, not be crafted.
Amelie was brought to Ollivander's and many wands were shuffled through. None of them chose Amelie, No ivy wood, no cherrywood or maple. Not even a phoenix feather. Amelie was crying when Demeter tapped her beak at the window outside of the shop. The wise old owl was holding a package sent to Elise, along with the strand of Grandmama's hair and the note.
Elise and Amelie wandered outside to retrieve all of the items off Demeter. Amelie read the note written by her Grandmama:
You are a witch grown to a prime youth that no existing wand can satisfy. No wand fashioned can possibly fulfill its true potential as your true mate, for it was made with curiosity and uncertainty of its owner. Your wand is not meant to find you because it has not been born. You are a child of creation, Amelie Vienne, and your wand can be none other than the same.
With much love,
Your Grandmama
With much love,
Your Grandmama
A second note was found in the package and it was addressed to Elise.
I figured you wouldn't do as I asked.
~Mum
~Mum
