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ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Edlyn Irene Ward ʏᴇᴀʀ: First ᴅᴏʙ: November 7th, 2013 ᴀɢᴇ: 11 ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: Human ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: English ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Norwich, England ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Single .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ᴡᴀɴᴅ: 27,1 cm elm wood and dragon heartstring ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Pure-blood ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ: Slytherin ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴜꜱ: Undiscovered ᴀᴍᴏʀᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀ: Coconut, fresh laundry, mahogany |
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Standing at 4’10”, Edlyn holds herself close, arms usually bundled over each other, and stands straight, moving with intention and deftness. Perhaps a bit of arrogance laced in there, she walks sharp and quick, the same way she keeps her gaze. Her face, and the rest of her, is pale, a mole or two in the area, with dark eyes. She has a habit of making faces, furrowing her dark brows, pursing and biting her lips – she’s animated in a way she wouldn't admit. Edlyn prioritizes function over facade. Her dark brown hair runs just past her shoulders and is either loose or braided, depending on whether she’d like it out of her face or not. When not in uniform, her usual attire consists of long, dark skirts allowing for plenty of movement and comfortable sweaters, along with a necklace or earrings made by her parents and leather shoes. While in uniform, her appearance is more standardized – she doesn’t do anything outstanding. |
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Edlyn’s goal oriented, to say the least. She went into Hogwarts wanting to do something big. Something fundamentally groundbreaking. Discover some new spell, some new underlying framework for how magic worlds, define her own field of study. Sitting in her father’s lap, reading the likes of Bridget Wenlock and Phyllida Spore, she felt as if there was nothing grander to do, no better use of talent, than to do the biggest, most impactful thing you can. Her biggest fear is to live in irrelevance, to slip into the monotony and repetition that she sees dominate muggle lives and, in many ways, the lives of her parents. While she tries not to show it, she cares a lot of what others think of her. While she’s hyper aware of her shortcomings magically – most specifically, the fact she’s 11 – she likes to think of herself as this great witch in the making, and hopes other people perceive her as so. When discussing magic or history or divination, she’ll play up her own confidence in the subject, trying to seem smarter or more logically than she actually is. She doesn’t care if people don’t like this – she doesn’t particularly care if people think of her positively or negatively – she just cares if she’s thought about, and if this is noticed. She’s not very well put together. She’ll lean in her chair, pull an all-nighter and look horrible afterwards, push papers into her bag without folders or binders to keep them together. Her dorm is minimalist, for she doesn’t focus too much on decoration or pomp. She tries to come across very serious, very focused, and dedicating too much time on polish interferes with her ideals. Another thing: Edlyn cares a lot. In general. This isn’t in conflict with her facade, it works with it, interwoven like rope pulled taunt. She believes there’s significance in everything we do, every action we take. If someone is hurt, she’ll work to find out what occurred, how to make amends, treating the situation with importance. While one might think she doesn’t appreciate art because it’s not useful, Edlyn enjoys staring at paint strokes, imagining the great artist who made them, the emotion trying to be conveyed. She thinks humor is an essential part of human nature and so, while hers tends to be dry and sarcastic as a side effect of thinking of herself as being more ambitious than most other people, she doesn’t avoid it. |
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Reducio On November 7th, 2013, Hemelyn and Edgar Ward merged names. A squirmy child born at home, Edlyn was the first, and only, little Ward to be born above the diminutive jewelry shop at the edge of town, a building one might barely notice they are welcome in unless they leaned in close to the front door to read, in fine lettering, “Backwards Jewelers” – Hemelyn thought she was very clever for coming up with that one. This discretion was intentional, a far cry from the large signage and marketing tactics that define most other businesses, for the Wards didn’t make money from their jewelry. At least, not the jewelry they sold to people who could just walk into their store through the front door. Down in the basement, Edgar welds and charms. Bracelets that pull you where you’d like to go. Self stirring spoons. Snitches for amateur Quidditch leagues. When Hemelyn comes back from her latest delivery, she hangs her coat on the rack, smooches husband and daughter, and swiftly runs off again, packaging up whatever items were bought recently and flying off to her next location. While Edlyn sits upstairs behind the counter, swinging her legs far above the floor and practicing her cursive using the guides her father made for her, Mr. and Mrs. Ward run their real business. Despite the small living, a distinction from the elegance and aristocratic tendencies characteristic of wizards of their kind, the Wards identify as purebloods through and through. Muggle marriages are messy, their habits basic and uninspiring. When the clock strikes 5 and Edlyn locks the doors, the house hums with magic. Excitedly running to her room, flying up the runed stairs, passing by magical objects, portraits, omens, she runs into her dad’s arms, and storytime begins. The term storytime may be doing it a bit of a disservice – their library is diverse. Long novels following the adventures of witches and wizards living in witch-y and wizard-y worlds, magical instruction manuals, arithmancy textbooks, history of great wizarding battles, well-illustrated magazines of magical pets and companions. The next day, Edlyn would take what she learned with her to her desk downstairs, staring starry-eyed at mystical star charts in between times tables and standard English literature. As Edlyn began to grow, lengthening legs shooting out of now-too-short skirts, she began to envy the seemingly robust wizarding communities that existed elsewhere. She saw places like London with magic seemingly bursting at the seams, and then had to go out into her predominantly muggle town to grab tomatoes from the grocer. Her father doused her in a traditional, magic-based education, teaching world history from the perspectives of wizards, teaching literature through wizard poetry, and math with the knowledge of 7’s magical properties. But whenever she left their little townhouse, there was a profound disconnect between the great wizarding world her parents let her peer into and her world, the world she had to face when a muggle walked in looking for a necklace for her girlfriend or one of her few muggle friends invited her over. Edlyn was sitting at her windowsill, watching the last street dwellers find their way home, when her owl came. She knew it was coming. But watching the feathery friend land on the frame, sealed letter in beak, represented something more than her next step in life. It was a chance to be surrounded by wizards, by greatness. To immerse herself in a world she never got to indulge in beyond the confines of her home and sparse trips to London. To truly become a witch. |
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Reducio Being the one and only Ward born to a couple who, for the longest time, was assumed to not be having children makes family reunions very fun. Grandma Sonja sat directly across from her, making it difficult to detach from the conversation. At her side, Aunt Esther and Uncle Rupert. One of their children, Florence, was in the kitchen helping herself to snacks. She was much older than Edlyn, working in something she knew brought in plenty of galleons and made Grandma Sonja very proud. The other, Thomas, was hiking in the Himalayas, or backpacking the Andes, or stargazing in the outback – “finding himself”, Florence would often put it. Sonja would often follow by asking when he’d search something other than mountains. “What is Edlyn up to now?” Grandma tilted her head towards her. Edlyn’s eyes darted to her father as he started to detail how they were maintaining a rich, magical education, how she got out plenty, and how she was making friends with a young witch a few years younger and a few kilometers away. Edlyn didn’t bother to mention how they weren’t friends and how her hands are always slimy from collecting toads for her mother, and she will insist on hugging you and rubbing those sticky hands all over your nice outing clothes, but she knew dad didn’t like it when Sonja insinuated they move back in with family in London. It’s like seeing shark-infested waters and jumping back in, her mom often chimed when Edlyn pried as to why. “And has she, you know…” Sonja started, “You both were pretty early. I’d expect her to be bursting at the seams by now.” She wagged her finger around in the air, keeping it pointed towards Edlyn. “Well, no, not yet…” Hemelyn’s words drifted out, clear but drawn. As she was drawing out her words, Sonja cut in with a sharp hmm, before going on about how she knew it had to be coming soon, how she could feel it in her bones. She’s been feeling it in her bones since age 3 – Edlyn had just finished the 3rd grade. Both of her parents had clear signs since, essentially, the beginning. When their Hogwarts letters arrived, there was no mistake. Edlyn’s face began to tighten, her jaw clenching. She hadn’t done much of a remarkable, well, anything. Was having a non-magical child much of a step-up over no child at all? Follow the family tree, trace your finger through the births and the deaths, the marriages and divorces, and you find Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts. Her parents reassured her that she must just be a very controlled witch, focused and intentional with her magic. Edlyn, despite their efforts, was still convinced she’d end up behind a Maccy’s stove making burgers by hand, the first non-witch to come out of the Ward family. “Excuse me,” she said, voice firm but not overpowering. Her face was growing red now as thoughts flooded through, cascading through deeply entrenched valleys of worry in her mind. She just had to get away, somewhere less charged, somewhere a little more private. Heading to the kitchen, she saw Florence leaning over her book, quill floating and writing lots and lots of sprawling notes in the margins as she finished off her food. “What are you up to?” Edlyn asked. “Work,” Florence responded curtly, before forking another spoonful into her mouth. Edlyn peered over her book and saw magical inscriptions she couldn’t come close to deciphering, nothing even her minimal knowledge of runes could make out. Another fantastically magical area of her life she’s left out of. What was she doing? Too magical to live in ignorance and embrace an ordinary life, too… incapable? dumb? to be a witch. Her eyes felt wet. To avoid embarrassing herself in front of Florence, she shut her eyes, just for a moment. She needed something to clear the lump in her throat. Something cold, incredibly cold, entered her hand. A skinnier object, smooth to the touch and slightly less cold, entered her other hand. Startled, she opened her eyes, to see plates shoved out of the way, appetizers and magical herbs and stools pushed out of their way, pantry doors wide open and the food that was supposed to be being kept cold with the charms placed on the pantry was splayed on the floor. In her hands? Ice cream. In bowl, begging to be eaten. Florence stared, wide-eyed. Despite the mess, Edlyn couldn’t help but smile. |
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