Juliet

“Ah-ah-ah!” Juliet said, snatching the object away from the other person. “Hand it over. This is official prefect business.” she said, hands on her hips. A slight smile brought the corner of her lips up as she examined the object. “What exactly...is this?”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Juliet said, snatching the object away from the other person. “Hand it over. This is official prefect business.” she said, hands on her hips. A slight smile brought the corner of her lips up as she examined the object. “What exactly…is this?”

“Ah-ah-ah!” Juliet said, snatching the object away from the other person. “Hand it over. This is official prefect business.” she said, hands on her hips. A slight smile brought the corner of her lips up as she examined the object. “What exactly…is this?”

Severus tickled his chin with his quill, lost in thought.  He was supposed to be studying, but he had instead pulled out his journal when he arrived in the library. Ever since he had discovered Remus’ lycanthropic secret last year, he had experienced overwhelming feelings of dread and anxiety.  Lately, his mind had seemed waterlogged with emotions-- finding answers to his professor’s questions was like wading through a flooded dungeon.  

Severus put his hand on the notebook, hoping he didn’t read as defensive.  But, truth be told, he was defensive.  “This?  Oh, this old thing…” he trailed off, grasping for any answer.  It was too late.  He was already acting far too weird to play it off as anything else.  

The Slytherin boy pressed his lips together and rolled his eyes.  “It’s my journal, if you must know.”  He hated that he was fessing up to, essentially, a stranger.  “Thought I could disguise it as homework, but I guess not.”

He gave another glance around the room.  Would anybody give him shit for talking to Juliet?  He knew that she was Muggleborn, and the incident with Lily from the previous year was fresh on his mind.  He had felt cornered then, and didn’t want to have another conflict, especially not here in the library, surrounded by people from all houses and years.  Mixed company, as his mother’s friends would have said.

Juliet was a little curious about what exactly was in the journal, but she suspected that it wasn’t in her best interest to say, snatch it from Snape and check it for mentions of her or her muggleborn or ‘blood traitor’ friends, if Snape and his friends had plans to attack them or just be jerks.

She caught him looking around the room. Was she really such bad company? Juliet considered the people there. Maybe he was worried about his reputation. Juliet really didn’t see the big deal about people’s blood types. They all did magic, didn’t they? They all were magical, and Juliet didn’t think blood should matter that much.

“Looking for someone?” she said, raising an eyebrow and following some of the people in the room with her eyes, textbook still in her hands. She was pretty busy, but she couldn’t help wanting to know what was going on. It was a bit of a stubborn instinct for her, like how she always wanted Mary to behave.

Juliet rolled her eyes, “Guess Ravenclaw has to deal with 5 less points.” she said. While she was prepared to use one of the many spells she’d learned over the years, or perhaps increase the punishment to detention, she would much rather Boot go up to the common room on his own. She bristled a tiny bit at the comment. She wasn’t her sister, who could fall in love with a shrub. Still, she felt that perhaps the comment was about Iain. Had he told Landon anything? It was just flirting, just to keep him off his game for Quidditch… No, Iain would never. She still remembered how he had smacked Rodolphus back during flying lessons. “My love life is none of your business.” she added.

Despite his expectations, this evening was turning out rather fun after all. Her reaction gave much more away than he expected it to. So maybe she did have a thing for his brother after all. Not that he’d ever stoop this low. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you? You better hurry along and find yourself someone who’ll want something to do with a self-important barmaid then… you have to know that Dawson would never look at you twice, right?” he said mockingly. 

Making her way round the corner, Andromeda began scanning the corridors looking for someone she could award house points to. There had to be someone doing something good in Slytherin that she could give points to. Her eyes settled on the back of a girl’s head, a slight brunette who looked somewhat like Emma helping a set of younger students get to their last class of the day. 

Rushing over she tapped her on the shoulder. “Em! I’m so…” Andromeda paused for a second, taking in the face properly for the first time. It was Juliet Conrad from her sister’s year. “Oh hey Juliet, how’s things?” She asked politely. “I’m sorry for mistaking you, I actually think I need glasses sometimes.” She added, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she scanned the hallway for her sister. 

“I’m alright.” Juliet smiled, “Maybe you should get a pair.” she said. Juliet always saw the cracked glasses she realized her grandmother had been wearing while she and Mary were away at school, recalled wishing she had been of age to perform a repairing charm on them. “Then again, maybe I should dye my hair...bright red, you think?”

She was in a good mood, having been helping young students for most of the day. The beginning of the year was always her favorite. She caught Andromeda looking for something or someone as she looked over the hallway and turned around. "You wouldn't need help finding your way to class, by any chance?" she raised an eyebrow.

Severus tickled his chin with his quill, lost in thought.  He was supposed to be studying, but he had instead pulled out his journal when he arrived in the library. Ever since he had discovered Remus’ lycanthropic secret last year, he had experienced overwhelming feelings of dread and anxiety.  Lately, his mind had seemed waterlogged with emotions– finding answers to his professor’s questions was like wading through a flooded dungeon.  

Severus tickled his chin with his quill, lost in thought.  He was supposed to be studying, but he had instead pulled out his journal when he arrived in the library. Ever since he had discovered Remus’ lycanthropic secret last year, he had experienced overwhelming feelings of dread and anxiety.  Lately, his mind had seemed waterlogged with emotions– finding answers to his professor’s questions was like wading through a flooded dungeon.  

Landon literally groaned. Of course. “Conrad. How come you’re here, no glasses left to wipe for a few knuts?” he asked with a raised brow. “Be a bit hypocritical of you to punish someone just seeking to read a book, but I guess being either fair or smart was never in your job description.” He knew that every scathing remark was probably worsening the bill for Ravenclaw, but there was no way he could be diplomatic with the Gryffindor - she just had a way of getting under his skin.

Juliet rolled her eyes, "Guess Ravenclaw has to deal with 5 less points." she said. While she was prepared to use one of the many spells she'd learned over the years, or perhaps increase the punishment to detention, she would much rather Boot go up to the common room on his own. She bristled a tiny bit at the comment. She wasn't her sister, who could fall in love with a shrub. Still, she felt that perhaps the comment was about Iain. Had he told Landon anything? It was just flirting, just to keep him off his game for Quidditch... No, Iain would never. She still remembered how he had smacked Rodolphus back during flying lessons. "My love life is none of your business." she added.

Landon literally groaned. Of course. “Conrad. How come you’re here, no glasses left to wipe for a few knuts?” he asked with a raised brow. “Be a bit hypocritical of you to punish someone just seeking to read a book, but I guess being either fair or smart was never in your job description.” He knew that every scathing remark was probably worsening the bill for Ravenclaw, but there was no way he could be diplomatic with the Gryffindor - she just had a way of getting under his skin.

JULIET CONRAD II EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD II GRYFFINDOR II SEVENTH YEAR

“One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.” - Lucille Ball

↳ BIOGRAPHY:

A Bambi-eyed brunette with a mischievous streak, Juliet Conrad is a beloved and valued member of Gryffindor, with a thick cockney accent and a no-nonsense attitude that sets her apart from the rest of her fellow seventh years. Growing up in East London with her grandmother and her younger sister Mary, Juliet experienced tragedy at a young age. Losing boh their parents in a car accident when Juliet and Mary were young, they wre sent to live with their father’s mother Imelda Conrad, a loving but old fashioned woman who was very stuck in her ways and didn’t care for troublemakers. Living in an enviroment where everything was sheduled and moderated, Juliet and her sister found themselves looking for trouble before they were even old enough for trouble to come looking for them. 

A first the girls looked for extra snacks to eat aftet they were told it was no more food after dinner had finished, trying to cheat their grandma out of a win in Monopoly and rushing through their night time prayers for bed so they could stay up and whisper to one another. As the two girls aged and their grandma was unable to parent them as well as she once did, the playful cheeky side of Juliet was replaced by a more grown-up one, which she wore odly as a child of seven. Juliet began to do most of the care-taking in their household, looking after both Imelda and Mary. Learning to cook her grandma’s recepies in her apron she had double round herself three times to fit round her lean little body. Juliet took her motherly role very seriously and became very overprotective especially of her little sister. Where they had once been best friends, Juliet found herself telling Mary to stop whispering and go to sleep. She plaited her hair every day before school, picked her up, took her home and made her dinner in a strict routine that didn’t alter until something changed.

Like most magical children Juliet and Mary began noticing that strange things began to happen to them, things that couldn’t be explained away. Whilst at primary school an older boy was pushing around Mary and teasing her for her the little ribbons in her hair. Juliet felt frustrated, she was powerless to stop it. She shouted loudly at him and shoved hard at the boy, before a large gust of wind blew a large bucket of water fell on top of him. He was knocked to the ground an soaked through, with childrne laughing all around them. Juliet blinked and looked at Mary. They said nothing but had known there had been no wind that day to carry the bucket until that single gust. After a while, Juliet and Mary had settled into the idea they were weird, when they fought the lights flickered on and off and their bookshelves rattled. They had no explination for it and they hid it from their grandma as best they could, fearing she’d send them to a priest to knock the devil out of them. 

When Juliet turned eleven she was granted her explination. She had been accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Going away to school was somewhat liberating for Juliet, finally away from motherly duties she was allowed to become a child and searched for action and adventure around every moving staircase. Juliet made friends fairly swiftly, befriending Charlotte Shaw during their train journey and later taking a liking to her life-long best friend Bryony Cates when they met during the welcome feast. Bryony is the opposite to Juliet in a lot of ways, being more girly and appearance oriented than Juliet, though she’s every bit as brave and loyal. Juliet found she clicked well with her fellow Gryffindors and is incredibly close with a few members of her house, including Aditya Patil, Arthur Weasley and Frank Longbottom. Despite belonging to a little group of Gryffindors and being incredibly close with her Quidditch team, Juliet is also a very popular student amongst other houses, known for speaking her mind and defending her own honour against some of the more traditional and loud mouthed students. 

Over the years her group has grown to include fellow Quidditch players, Gideon and Fabian Prewett who indulge her mischievous side and occasionally allow her to join in their schemes and help them plan their big parties. This can sometimes conflict with her duties as prefect causing them to reat her tentatively as a double-agent, similarly to Adi who often refuses to let Juliet in on any of his master plans in the event she deducts house ponts from Gryffindo. Despite being sensible, Juliet is the more adventurous member of her friendship group, willing to try anything once and throw herself into new things and meet new people no matter the consequence, which was why she bagn playing Quidditch in the first instance. Juliet’s team spirit and uplifting energy has earned her many fans and friends during her time on the team, seeing them through two captains. As such she is close to current captain James Potter and star chaser Marlene McKinnon, acting as a friendly figure in their team as she has little patience to attempt to round them up and help Alice, due to her prior comitments with her trouble making little sister, something which another familar face on the pitch is happy to relate to. 

Juliet has known the Ravenclaw captain Iain Wood for years, frequently seeing him at their practises in the stands attempeting to scope out the competition and put the players off their game. Unlike most girls who flock to Iain, Juliet is not afraid to speak her mind to Iain and refuses to feel intimidated by him. The fire storm, which contrasts Iain’s level headedness, Juliet isn’t affraid to play a little violently to win and often enjoys getting into Iain’s head before a game and flirting with him the night before a big match to put him off his game. She does consider them friends and secretly enjoys their relationship though she’d never tell him that. Most recently, Iain has been letting his gaurd down a bit more to Juliet, confiding in her regarding his cousin Marlene who is a bit of a rebel similarly to Mary. Juliet has been known to give Iain a pass into the Gryffindor parties to keep an eye on Marlene and claims it is in no way to enjoy the company of the handsome Scotsman. 

Currently in her seventh year, Quidditch has had to take a bit of a back seat in Juliet’s life as her N.E.W.T.S. get ever nearer though she still plays with the same passion and ferocity she did when she first began at eleven years old. A capable witch, she currently works as a barmaid at The Broomsticks to earn some extra money for Quidditch equipment and to go towards buying Mary her fabric. She is also a big participent in the Magic for Peace social movement, started by Charity Burbage. Juliet is a valued member if the group, constantly comes up with great ideas for protests, promotion and chants. Her greatest creation was turning the the flying aeroplanes at a Ministry protest into posters for equality to send the message around to all of the departments, which she got into a lot of trouble for over summer. A fiesty girl with a big heart, Juliet is a fierce friend and not the sort of person anyone would want to be on the wrong side of as many Hogwarts students can atest to. 

↳ CHARACTER STATS:

✗ Blood Status → Muggle-Born ✗ Family → Mary Conrad ✗ Friends → Bryonay Cates, Aditya Patil, Charlotte Shaw, Alice Lightwood, Arthur Weasley, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Iain Wood, Charity Burbage, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett ✗ School Functions → Seventh Year Gryffindor Prefect, Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, Member of the Magic for Peace Social Movement, Barmaid at The Three Broomsticks  ✗ Future Information → Mother of Oliver Wood ✗ Face Claim → Alice Englert