. ✧ . * . ⌜ paulina singer, twenty-two, cisfemale, she/her / best they ever had by rozes + immediately checking your horoscope in the latest copy of witch weekly (as well as that of your crush), an unwavering commitment to a glass of red paired with scratches in your diary, & a gnawing, childhood need, to fill that empty space at the dinner table no matter how good the meal.⌟ hey, have you met ROMILDA VANE yet? they’re a FOURTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a GRYFFINDOR. makes sense given they tend to be a bit PASSIONATE and IMPULSIVE. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the LIGHT side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.
tw: absent parent, unwanted pregnancy, drug mention, death mention
full name: romilda yemima vane
date of birth: march 1st
star sign: pisces
place of birth: whitechapel, london
family: reuben katz (father), addah vane (mother)
sexual orientation: tragically heterosexual
religion: jewish, mostly non-practicing
tattoos: none yet
style: skirts with a hem or slit high enough to test dress codes, cropped white tank tops in various styles, sweaters/jackets with faux fur on the collar and sleeves, gold jewelry, necklaces stacked one on top of the other, jumpers stolen from exes and hookups worn as 'dresses', chunky boots, light wash denim, button ups knotted up and worn off shoulder, two go-to baguette style bags (one black, one faux dragonhide)
immediately checking your horoscope in the latest copy of witch weekly (as well as that of your crush), unwrapping a strawberry flavored lolly in the middle of class, the lingering smug of makeup on the bathroom counter, openly reading a spicy romance novel in public, an unwavering commitment to a glass of red paired with scratches in your diary, manicured fingers rolling a fresh joint, a ever-present letter exchange with mum, dark curls hiding the bitter sting of rejection, multiple candles burning at once, setting your sights on someone far across the room, a lacy red bra abandoned on the floor, a mild attraction set ablaze with a bottle of firewhiskey, flirting as a form of 'self-care', & a gnawing, childhood need, to fill that empty space at the dinner table no matter how good the meal.
reuben and addah— and thus romilda— were the effect of a holiday party, when liquor had been flowing and inhibitions were lowered in the sake of 'togetherness'. two young adults that made a one-night stand last a long weekend. it was meant to be a fling, a one off, a nice story to tell their friends... and it had been up until weeks later. addah was pregnant: both muggle and magic tests confirmed it. and reuben didn't want to be a part of any of it.
and so addah did it alone, no parents around to help. it was why, when the baby girl had been born, she'd received her mother's surname becoming romilda vane. as a result, the two were thick as thieves, still are.
romilda has maybe seen her father all of four times. the first time was when she was twelve, when she'd asked if she could meet him just so she could know— yes, her mom could and did answer questions but truthfully even she didn't really know him; and romilda had just wanted some sense of understanding, some semblance of his essence to go off of. two times, it'd just been a spotting across the street. the fourth, she'd heard about his wedding and despite lack of an invite romilda went to the reception but sat towards the back. it was an act done out of curiosity, one that'd led her to see with her own eyes him with not just a new wife but a kid on the way.
meanwhile, the worst thing she had to deal with with her mother was her boyfriends. and, no, it wasn't some long string of losers. the losers were there but they were in and out with no more than a few days stay. addah actually had great taste in men, wonderful guys that treated romilda nice, that bought flowers, and noticed when you got your hair cut. but addah had gone and made a habit of breaking things before they could break her. and so steady was a feeling that only lasted so long.
maybe it was everything with her parents, her mom that had sent romilda practically flying towards romance novels and muggle romantic comedies. it was an interest that festered and built, that led to poetry and, well... spicier reads and watches. nowadays, romilda will have at least three books on her nightstand and one non-textbook in her school bag at all times.
since stepping foot on hogwarts' soil, romilda has quickly earned a reputation as a flirt, a romantic, and a 'crazy bitch'. to those latter-leaning people she'd claim they either didn't know her or clearly did her wrong. yes, she will be the type to scan any room and spend the time looking at each and every face. yes, she might like one more than the rest and zero in. does zeroing in entail asking them and/or their friends questions? maybe. but that's doing research, babe. any use of love potions are neither confirmed nor denied.
while romilda actively ends most of her nights with some red wine and writing in her journal, that's not necessary still her drink of choice on a 'night out'. sometimes it's red, other times it's a shot of whiskey (a habit taken up initially as a means to feel like 'the cool girl'). aside from drinking, romilda also partakes in smoking— absolutely not cigarettes but more than a good bit of cannabis. what can she say? this gryffindor likes green.
religiously a witch weekly girlie. she will be late to class if its necessary to finish an article. and while romilda is pretty good about reading it cover to cover, she makes an exception to check out the horoscopes first. she hasn't prioritized giving astrology the deep dive so she understands all the suns and moons and rising stuff, but she trusts it implicitly.
has sent more than her fair share of drunk owls.
one of her favorite past times is sneaking into the prefects baths. lavender has been her favorite scent as of late.
can admittedly be a judgmental bitch, casting people into categories or tiers (depending) upon initial thoughts. thankfully she's not very stubborn and changes her mind when proven wrong fairly easily. the trouble is when proven right.
if you've hooked up, no, she will not give you your jumper back.
romilda was shocked by harry's death, going still and speechless in the stands. it didn't feel real. no, it'd felt more like she'd read a dramatic chapter of one of her books and she was waiting for the page to turn or the chapter to end and for it be resolved. it hadn't. and though she didn't know harry that well, she had developed a crush on the boy who lived over these last few years. in ways she'd imagined him this knight in shining armor. she'd imagined plenty of things, just never this, and so even as time has passed there's this empty spot in her, this uncertainty, this naivety that still wants to cling to the idea that they'd gotten the story wrong.
... still figuring out more, as she's a new muse. any gaps/questions, feel free to ask!!
general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, childhood/family friends, classmates, library friends/run-ins, flirtationship, fellow romance novel lovers (maybe a book club?), exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush?, enemy, annoyance, drinking buddy, bad influence, stoner friends, extended fam… others that i cannot think of
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