Édith Françoise Alarie | Head of Hufflepuff
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Every soul is an ancient story.
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Every soul is an ancient story.
Édith Françoise Alarie | Head of Hufflepuff
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| Edith is a young lady of dark brownish-red hair and amber-colored eyes. She is the average height of 5’4 on a good day. Her build is slender with soft, delicate features. She always has a gentle smile and will nearly always be seen wearing a pretty dress. |  |
Edith has a bright demeanor that causes people to feel comfortable around her. She is caring and always makes sure others are treated fairly. She avoids being stern as she likes to say that negative emotions are bad for the soul, always seeking the good in everyone. Edith finds all children to be cute little creatures and will always be glad to help. |
Once upon a time...
There were two lovers...
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André Alarie was a pureblood wizard who attended Durmstrang Institute and met a witch by the name of Madeline Auclair during a competition at Beauxbatons. Madeline Auclair was a young wizardborn who happened to be attending the competition in support of a friend, who was competing, when she stumbled into the young André. A conversation that would continue well into their evening was the flint and steel to the sparks that came by the time the competition was over.
The young couple kept in touch, sending letters and poetry. Eventually, growing up and deciding to get married, André proposed to Madeline. The proposal was small, intimate, theirs. With a whisper of the word yes, the two agreed to move into a large manor in the French countryside. A vow was ushered in the form of a poem filled with longing and devotion as the French winds danced around them. Madeline would later be known to tell Edith that she got her love for literature from them.
The young couple kept in touch, sending letters and poetry. Eventually, growing up and deciding to get married, André proposed to Madeline. The proposal was small, intimate, theirs. With a whisper of the word yes, the two agreed to move into a large manor in the French countryside. A vow was ushered in the form of a poem filled with longing and devotion as the French winds danced around them. Madeline would later be known to tell Edith that she got her love for literature from them.
A little girl came along...
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Lady Edith was born in 1999 on the 9th of May to her parents, André and Madeline Alarie. Her first breath was drawn in the cozy Alarie Manor, hidden in the humble French Vézelay commune. The sound of her first cry warmed the candle-lit room as her parents welcomed her before exchanging a glance once they saw a rather peculiar sight.
She was cheerful...
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Lullabies and storybooks were sung and read to her as the days went by, and soon enough, the young Edith became a toddler. The walls that were once filled by cries eased into those of laughter. She was quite an energetic child. Running around as she caused mischief in her wake.
Leaving handprints and scribbles on the walls.
She would spend her time reading and roaming the garden as her mother played with her. Eating sweets as they sang the song her mother loved. Her amber eyes would squint in the sunlight as she helped water the flowers and plants that grew on her family's grounds.
Edith knew she was a bit different from the rest of her peers; her mother had explained to her that it was just out of her control. That she was born a Metamorphmagus, that the talent was a gift.
If only her peers saw it that way.
Leaving handprints and scribbles on the walls.
She would spend her time reading and roaming the garden as her mother played with her. Eating sweets as they sang the song her mother loved. Her amber eyes would squint in the sunlight as she helped water the flowers and plants that grew on her family's grounds.
Edith knew she was a bit different from the rest of her peers; her mother had explained to her that it was just out of her control. That she was born a Metamorphmagus, that the talent was a gift.
If only her peers saw it that way.
She attended the Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons...
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She could not control when it happened, her reddish hair would turn pink, or her eyes would change a different color. Small changes that should not have made her any different from the next girl beside her... but it did. Whispers of a metamorphmagus among them would follow her no matter where she went, and her brightness dimmed as she attempted to fit in. Attempted to hide what others had deemed a fault.
Until she met a young boy.
She could not control when it happened, her reddish hair would turn pink, or her eyes would change a different color. Small changes that should not have made her any different from the next girl beside her... but it did. Whispers of a metamorphmagus among them would follow her no matter where she went, and her brightness dimmed as she attempted to fit in. Attempted to hide what others had deemed a fault.
Until she met a young boy.
She fell in love...
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Her mother would tell her she was a hopeless romantic with the way she would read and sigh as the emotions that laced into the ink of a poem seemed to tug at a string of her heart. Stories always held a deeper meaning for her, something that she herself could not quite explain.
Edith had grown up hearing stories before bed and dreaming of what can only be described as a fairytale story. The story of the two young lovers sending each other letters, promising forever, seemed to have only fueled her notion of what romance was.
Unfortunately, love was not always as it seems.
Her mother would tell her she was a hopeless romantic with the way she would read and sigh as the emotions that laced into the ink of a poem seemed to tug at a string of her heart. Stories always held a deeper meaning for her, something that she herself could not quite explain.
Edith had grown up hearing stories before bed and dreaming of what can only be described as a fairytale story. The story of the two young lovers sending each other letters, promising forever, seemed to have only fueled her notion of what romance was.
Unfortunately, love was not always as it seems.
With the idea of love...
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The boy she had grown up with changed his demeanor towards her. Edith could feel the light he had once helped shine, dim once again. The soft eyes he once looked at her, hardened with indifference, and all that was left was the shell of a memory.
A promise long forgotten.
A fiancé no longer.
The boy she had grown up with changed his demeanor towards her. Edith could feel the light he had once helped shine, dim once again. The soft eyes he once looked at her, hardened with indifference, and all that was left was the shell of a memory.
A promise long forgotten.
A fiancé no longer.
A letter came...
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She had always thought her life would be like her parents, falling for the one she would one day call her other half. Building a life in a nice home, but the house no longer felt like home. Rather, a blank space, something she had to leave before she lost herself with it. A letter arrived at her residence not long after. Was it an invitation? A sign?
A reminder to keep her light burning?
She had always thought her life would be like her parents, falling for the one she would one day call her other half. Building a life in a nice home, but the house no longer felt like home. Rather, a blank space, something she had to leave before she lost herself with it. A letter arrived at her residence not long after. Was it an invitation? A sign?
A reminder to keep her light burning?
Promising a new fate...
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She would show the letter to her distant fiancé, hoping that a breath of the Scottish air would be what was needed for them. Only to be met with an enraged expression and harsh words. The sound of glass shattering and loud voices were left behind as she hugged and waved her parents goodbye before boarding a carriage to Scotland.
An engagement ring missing from her left hand.
Though each step led her farther from what she once knew, her cute shoes could lead her to a different view.
Of a great lake, children running around, and the sight of books.
Or so the Librarian pamphlet that an old friend had sent her claimed.
In Hogwarts.She would show the letter to her distant fiancé, hoping that a breath of the Scottish air would be what was needed for them. Only to be met with an enraged expression and harsh words. The sound of glass shattering and loud voices were left behind as she hugged and waved her parents goodbye before boarding a carriage to Scotland.
An engagement ring missing from her left hand.
Though each step led her farther from what she once knew, her cute shoes could lead her to a different view.
Of a great lake, children running around, and the sight of books.
Or so the Librarian pamphlet that an old friend had sent her claimed.
First Instance of Magic
Edith was merely 5 years old when her accidental display of magic occurred. It was brief, unexpected to say the least. She had been listening to her mother read her a bedtime story, overjoyed to listen to the same story for what would have been the 45th time.
Children, what can one say? They do love a good bedtime story.
Going into a giggling spree as the story took the expected turn, something unexpected turned as well, a page. Her mother would gasp and giggle with Edith, who was unaware of what she had just done.
Every soul is an ancient story.
Édith Françoise Alarie | Head of Hufflepuff
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Statistics:Abilities:Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 10 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 15 | ArcPower: 10 | Accuracy: 10Metamorphagus
Minor Appearance Shift
Skilled Transfigurer
Height Change: 3 cm
Mimic Appearance
Height Change: 15 cm
Insight
Height Change: 30 cm
Major Appearance ShiftSpells:Reducio...
Potions:Reducio...
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Édith Françoise Alarie | Head of Hufflepuff
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Personal Creations:
Mr. Prat Pass' Creation:
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Mr. Prat Pass' Creation:
Every soul is an ancient story.
Édith Françoise Alarie | Head of Hufflepuff
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-𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙'𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. ――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――
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Prénom | First name: Fig
Nom | Surname: Alarie
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Date de naissance | Date of Birth:
13 avril 2025﹒13 April 2025
Beneath the Sweet Vine██████████ Sexe de l'animal de compagnie | Pet's gender: Male (Gib) Tout trait ou toute caractéristique visible ou discernable | Any notable or discernible features or characteristics:
White coat with dark eyes (BEW)
Every soul is an ancient story.