Iris Athanasiuo, Second Year, Ravenclaw

NAME. Iris Eirine Athanasiuo DOB. December 1st, 2010 AGE. Thirteen GENDER. Female ETHNICITY. Greek RESIDENCE. Cheshire, England

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SPECIES. Human HEIGHT. 5 ft, 3 in. 162 cm WEIGHT. 104 lbs 47 kg HAIR. Brown SKIN. Olive FC. Daniela Garza

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HOUSE. Ravenclaw BLOOD STATUS. Pure-blood BOGGART. Her aunt ill THESTRALS. Yes PATRONUS. TBA AMORTENTIA. Sweet almond, apricot

13% ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ 87% Extroverted─────Introverted 16% ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ 84% Intuitive──────.─Observant 77% ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ 23% Thinking──────..──Feeling 61% ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ 39% Judging───────Perceiving

──────────────────────── HISTORY. The Athanasiuos, originated in Athens, Greece, are a family of true purity. One who valued status over most everything, whether it be blood, wealth, or notability. To be the best, you must be wise. You must be careful. You must trust no one. That was the golden rule. But with all things pure, it must be preserved. The concept of marriage within the family was a serious one, a notion that took great planning and utmost approval. For the line, and for its legacy. In such fashion, love as an idea was often pushed aside. The Athanasiuos did not marry upon emotion. They married for business. Status. Notoriety. Of course, they tried the best they could for their eldest. Maia, a Beuxbatons graduate, dedicated most everything to her studies. While an aspiring writer when she was young, her reality soon followed in the footsteps of her auror parents. After much deliberation, she'd been paired with an English boy she'd known just hardly. Family friends, what a lot of insight that did her. As the story goes, (or as her parents tell her), Iris' parents did truly manage to fall in love; leading to her own birth. Iris Athanasiuo, the rainbow to an otherwise ironic and brooding fate. To accommodate, the young woman packed her bags for England, leaving home a difficult task but a freeing one nonetheless. While partially an act of love, her choice provided great connections for the family. Everything she did was for it, after all.

REFLECTION. Thin, and lanky. Iris' eyes appear almost sunken in as if she were a walking skeleton, alongside a small frame that accompanies her peculiar features. Still, she's well groomed; and well fed for that matter. With olive skin that darkens in the summer months, small freckles can be found weaving a constellation across her face. SOUND MIND. Iris is no stranger to criticism, which would more than explain her obsession with being perfect. A concept, some may say, while others could call it a lifestyle. Iris, however, is neither; a believer that it's merely a skill. 'Failure', a word erased from the Athanasiuo vocabulary, has and never will be an option. As such, this has only led to an upbringing of inflexibility and an excessive need for control.

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Reducio THE HEIR OF WINTER. Born in the final month, Iris is a true child of winter. If not for the frost that clouds in her eyes, perhaps you wouldn't be able to tell at all. In this world, you must be reserved. You must calculate, not befriend. Kindness is a privilege, not a right. DEAREST MELIE. Her life. Her light. Her aunt. Emelie Athanasiuo is a woman of many things, but not one of them is cruel. Unlike her relatives, Emelie sought the good in people. Being the best didn't mean putting others down, it meant lifting them up to be good together. Needless to say, her outlook on life was hardly reciprocated, the only soul daring to agree being Iris herself. TIME DOESN'T HEAL. "όχι!" (No!) It was the only word that could be heard from the manor, even as a hushed whisper. The word rang loudly, gently, and horrifyingly all at the same time. Choked out miserably, regretful eyes falling downward as it faded. Emelie Athanasiuo was gone. There are two Irises; before her aunt's death, and after. A pre-Iris found beauty in most things, that's if she squinted her eyes hard enough. While raised a cynic, her youth served as a shield against the pressure forced upon the name. The beauty of the world had been tarnished the moment she entered it, but she collected the pieces like a puzzle. She. Emelie, a soul far greater than any Iris could come to know. A woman who loved, really loved, despite its unorthodox. The true embodiment of warmth and comfort, and above all Iris' sole confidant. A post-Iris, however, no longer smiled at the dandelions that grew in the garden. A flower, Melie might have argued. A pest, Iris would now say. No longer were the halls filled with music and laughter, replaced by silence and the mere creak of floorboards. It's safer to hide. It's harder to love.

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Reducio "Κρίνος ημέρας!" (Daylily!) Iris' voice erupted with laughter, the feeling of joy swallowing her up as the two lay sprawled out on the grass. Sneaking away from studies was never the wisest choice; but with her aunt outstretching a hand that had been infinitely more inviting, there was hardly any debate. White. White had been the color of Iris' dress. A reoccurring theme in the young girl's wardrobe, specifically cultivated by her mother to preserve elegance. Classy, and expensive. Then yes, white. The dress was.. green? No, hardly green, apart from the grass stained patch just on the hem. A clear marking, proof of her defiance. If anything, her own admission to punishment. In wasted efforts, smudging hardly helped. Clearly, what good could it have possibly done anyway. Glassy eyes looked upon her aunt for help, once again met with the same gentle reassurance without speaking a word. The voice of her mother called out next, shaking whichever security Iris had far away. Illogically, closing her eyes felt like the only appropriate way to hinder the impact. "Iris? What are you doing out here? Oh, you could have gotten your new dress dirty." Maia Athanasiuo's voice was kind, equally as gentle as her sister's. Could have? Cautious eyes trailed feverishly toward the stain. That is, if there were a stain to see. It had just vanished. Had she even made a mess at all?

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✦ second year, '24𑁋'25 term.

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⸝ Hogwarts is a second home, great hall.
⸝ One day or day one, duelling club.
⸝ Cold nights, colder hearts, astronomy tower.
⸝ Polished and pretentious, study room.
⸝ For thoughts, not brooms, quidditch training pitch.
⸝ To strike or to stand?, DADA classroom.
⸝ Off to a bad start, charms classroom.
⸝ Talking to the moon, and.. you?, grounds.
⸝ Liar, hospital wing.
⸝ Sparks and spite, courtyard.
⸝ A recipe for disaster, potions classroom.
⸝ Not so sweet escape, three broomsticks.

✦ duel log, '24𑁋'25 term.

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⸝ Slytherin/Ravenclaw · Iris, Tracey, Yolanda vs. Matthew, Archer, Ernest.

✦ third year, '25𑁋'26 term.

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✦ fourth year, '26𑁋'27 term.

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THE EYES REVEAL WHAT WORDS CANNOT. A product of demanding upbringing, Iris' biggest critic in this world is likely herself. Observant, silent, though blunt and straightforward should she ever need be. Enjoys writing, literature, and plucking wildflowers by the edge of the great lake. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⟡ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ WHAT YOU MAY NOTICE. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ · Stands quite tall for her age. · Smells of vanilla and apricot. · Never found without gold jewelry. · Appearance is well cultivated and clean. · Often taps her nails against hard surfaces. · Maintains a sharp posture. · Speech/vocabulary is elegant and refined. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ MANNERISMS & QUIRKS.