✣𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮

Height: 175 cm [5'8.9];

Hair color: natural black;

Eye color: brown;

Scars: her hands are particularly rough with small, barely distinguished scars all over the palms;

✣𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂

[headstrong - laid back - meticulous - gruffy - loyal]

From the younger days Eulalia was taught to be polite and self-sufficient. She was her first friend and could always occupy herself with something, most likely potion brewing. That has been her primary talent, coupled with acute sense of smell and strong determination: dreaming of becoming renewed potioneer came naturally to her. However Eula does not really rely on her talent or anything, she strongly believes in hard and continued work, as every result is consequence of effort, hence she would not end up where she is without putting her soul and mind to it. She's throughout to a fault, and on surface level it would seem that she follows rules and norms to a letter, however that's not true. She is not above, as any Gryffindor, to take risks when necessary.

Courageous and quite fearless, she's not above standing not only for her personal goals, but for other people too. Those who are in her inner circle can always count on her, those who are in need of her help will always receive it. [Gryffindor girls are like cubs to her, she'll protecc]Would not tolerate bullying in any form in her presence. On the other hand she wouldn't tolerate whining either.

Despite the initial image of her not too inviting, Eula is very observant: she'll know something is wrong, however she won't always act on her feelings. She will however act on her sharp tongue [pun intended], unfortunately she often does sound sarcastic. Many would find it off-putting, but lucky for them Eula does not really care. That goes for romantic attraction too, Eula naively thinks she's above that one too.

Likes: strong competition, sense of fulfilment, outings for ingredients, brewing potions, fireplaces, sun warmed pine wood, summer nights, picknics.

Dislikes: loud gatherings, being distracted and unable to concentrate, being belittled, bubotuber pus, burnt cauldrons, ignorance, bullying, Dark Magic.

Has a knack for: potion making [has been at it since age 4], gathering ingredients in ungodly places, killing spiders; [manhandling Weasley]

Fears: losing her passion;

Strives for: winning the the Wizarding Schools Potions Championship;

✣𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

Known relatives:

Avian Sharp [father]; ministry official in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Improper Use of Magic Office;

Aesop Sharp [uncle]; former auror, Potions professor at Hogwarts;

Delilah Sharp [nee. Crouch] [mother]; a patron of arts and socialite;

Elija Sharp [younger brother]; a menace;

Grandparents: only grandmother from her mother's side.

The much awaited firstborn child, however a girl, growing up Eula was mostly in the care of the babysitters, as per very victorian way of handling a child. She was quiet and reserved child from the get go.

Sometimes Eula would sneak out and catch her mother brewing something; Delilah was a good potioneer, and it sure was passed down to her daughter. It was what inspired her to try and go to the cauldron.

Aesop was not a often guest due complicated history with Delilah, but when he attended family gatherings, he was one of the few persons to give his niece the very needed attention and it made her value his companionship and seek his approval later in life.

Once Eula was 6, she was kidnapped by dark wizards as form of revenge, fortunately her uncle and later her father rescued her. Since then she was kept a close eye on, and Eula herself was taught magical self-defence once she's got a wand.

Eula pretty much had set her eyes on becoming the potions master when she was about seven. Winning Wizarding Schools Potions Championship became her goal and she started memorising recipes from that time on;

She comes from a long line of Slytherins and everyone thought, that her passion - her ambition - as potion master would land her in the snake house. However what they did not know, that her desire to prove herself and sense of fearlessness easily got her sorted into Gryffindor.

Professor Sharp has been harder on her than on everybody else from day one precisely because every genius needs a lesson in humility.

In her first year Garreth tried to befriend her, showing off his creative concoctions, but she told him he was chopping his mallowsweet the wrong way. He thought she was unimpressed and a know-all. She thought he was overreacting. It was a misunderstanding. They became rivals.

They do not hate each other, as it might seem. She's just tired.

Due to her standoffish demeanor, she quickly got a "Sharp jr." reputation, students from other houses are often afraid to approach her. Gryffindors however are different story.

Her eyebags are vast: she is Gryffindors primary house point getter when it comes to mending the damage done in Potions Class.

People harmed by Garreth's brews always come to her for help and she never refuses to mend the damage. Hence the lack of sleep and irritation towards the Weasley.

Lucan has been bugging her for two years to join Crossed Wands, but she refuses, as it does not seem too worthy of time. She prefers to spar with her uncle instead of her peers.

Would have been a prefect, but it's too time consuming.

Never dreamt of becoming an Auror and will not, especially since her mother's strong aversion of this profession due her family history. Does not want to work at the Ministry either.

Has been successfully tutoring Ominis on her uncle's request and it has been an experience.

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✣𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Height: 169 cm [5′ 6.5″];

Hair color: auburn, past shoulders [gets quite few grey strands after watching Isidora’s memories], usually in a loose bun;

Eye color: naturally brown, gradually got deep blue after awakening ancient magic. There’s a remaining ring of brown around her iris;

Scars: swirl-shaped over right eye and cheek [caused by ancient magic], diffindo-shaped over her left side, hip and thigh [thank you, Mr.Sallow], behind her left ear [fell off the tree];

✣𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

[cunning - inquisitive - intuitive - resilient - determined]

Love starved puppy. Taught to rely on herself from a young age, Lavi does know how to stand her ground. Anxious and therefore intuitive, attentive to people's emotions, can easily empathize with strangers. Has quite amicable image with sprinkle of mischief, but reserves her true emotions to herself. Values friendship and her people to the point of quiet possessiveness out of fear of abandonment. Will do equally anything to make them feel better and protect both emotionally and physically, as do anything to make them stay in her circle, so she chooses carefully. Can be very motherly when comforting someone [as it's an orphan's copium she doesn't know any better], is in generally surprisingly tactile.

Despite having some repulsion towards authority, prefers to be on good terms with it, aka "i learn the rules before I break them". Would equally go on exploring past curfew but after all assignment's finished. Due to Ancient Magic she is quite well-rounded, but nothing too extensive, despite diligence. [Will do everything academically to not get sent back to orphanage, even if it kills her]. Picked up reading passion again after befriending Sebastian. Inherited her father's cunningness, will sweet-talk you into anything without much ado and tell exactly what you need to hear to further whatever she's pursuing because that's life.

[Suffers from two Obliviate spells and Isidora's pensives: can get moody or silent for visibly no reason. After 5th year enters whole identity crisis, where a "bleeding effect" might mess her up a bit.]

Likes: being cared for, sound of waves, sense of accomplishment, smell of moss and old paper, fresh pastry, long walks, things going her way;

Dislikes: hot humid weather, closed spaces [le milde claustrophobia], reprimands and general feel of shame, pine sap and mosquitos;

Has a knack for: dueling [it helps her relief stress and pent-up aggression and she'll go into the forbidden forest for some stress relief purposes];

Fears: to be forgotten and abandoned;

Strives for: approval recognition;

✣𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

Known relatives:

Liam Whitlock [father, alive] - halfblood miracle monger, allied with Ashwinders;

Ambrosia Blishwick [mother, alive]

Miriam Fig [nee. Blishwick] [grandaunt, deceased]

Martin Locke [cousin, alive, belonging to @cetuscorvus]

Was an accident, but quite welcomed child, that was acquainted to nomad lifestyle since she was a wee-baby. Takes strongly after her mother, who was up to no good and eloped in the first place;

Travelled with her parents and avoided law till tender age of 8, then was rightfully labelled a squib. Without much remorse was dropped off in the godforsaken town of Portreath in an orphanage, obliviated and waved goodbye.

Raised a proper working class Victorian girl without a clue what magic is. Rose with the dawn, sang in church choir, worked as soon as she was the age, looked out for the youngsters.

Developing a certain disdain for authorities ever since, often found herself in the nearby ruins that townsfolk either avoided or did not even see, it became her hideout.

Made fatuous acquaintance with Miriam Fig in late 1889, when she first came to Portreath to investigate said ruins as part of her travels. Miriam, being the good bean she is, befriended her first cousin once removed, realizing Lavinia does see the traces of ancient magic and can aid in her search. [It is where the Portkey came from];

As Lavi’s magic was released at one point as a self-defence mechanism, it left her scarred and Miriam contacted the Ministry on her behalf.

During heated debate about what to do with Lavinia and all the Ministry paperwork and goblins taking track of Miriam’s research, it was deemed safer to take the bait off the unknowing child, so another memory charm was used. Due Miriam’s request prior to her death, Lavi was taken in by professor Fig for a few summer months to learn what she could about the wizarding world. The man was by all means still grieving, so not much about her practical education was actually done.

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