ā Emma Vanity ā 24 ā Fc: Natalie Dormer ā Open ā
ā„"The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get." ā Joanna Hoffman ā„Ā
A pureblood descending from the matriarchal Vanity line (a name best known within the inner-circles, rather than outside of it), Emmaās upbringing was not unlike others of her status despite the way her household was ran. She was groomed into her role of the eldest daughter and heir to the Vanity name as other pureblooded children had been. Tedious days counted down towards nothing but endlessāpointlessālessons where she was consistently snapped at to sit still and pay attention. Protests were often and loudly vocalized in her younger years and she would always be reprimanded by her mother in jest until the eve of her ninth birthday when she was taken aside, glacial eyesāa feat that the women of her family sharedāteetering their gaze to her own. For a young girl her age she was uncharacteristically shrewd, and in that moment she saw that her mother was more weary than she was beautiful.
Her motherās grip was tight on her shoulders, weariness underlying her words as she clarified to the young Emma exactly why she would not be able to, from that day forth, be allowed to wane in her studies anymore; to daydream while in the middle of her lessons and lectures nor make jokes in front of guests. You are, first and foremost, a Vanity, and il nāy a pas de place pour erreurāthere is no room for mistakes. The family motto. I cannot allow it anymore. Initially, Emma did not understand the meaning behind her motherās soft words. She continued with her antics, frolics ranging from skipping her lessons and paying little attention to the angle of her posture until they were unearthed and she was punished most cruelly in the eyes of the young girl. Every error committed was punished in a severe manner despite its level of atrocityāsoon the young girl grew to loathe her mother. While she had burgeoned into a graceful swanāher appearance and elegance often the talk of social gatheringsāEmma also simmered with a quiet abhorrence for the woman who controlled her childhood so stringently.
At Hogwarts, the only escape for her was through Quidditch. It was a sport where she was able to undermine the arrogance of her rivals and rebel freely against her disapproving mother, but most notably: it was an activity that she genuinely enjoyed partaking in unlike the countless hours of piano and Latin she was forced to endure. Emma Vanity became the first female captain in the history of Hogwarts as well as one of the youngest, earning the much-coveted title at the very start of her fourth year. Under her leadership she was neither known as being gentle or weak: she was resoluteāunyieldingāand displayed her true serpentine colors in guiding her team toward victory. Ambition was exhibited far more on the pitch than in the classroom, and though she balanced her burdens skillfully, it was clear to anyone who witnessed the young witch airborne on her broomstick. Those are her glory days, and now that she has been reduced to a mediocre position in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Emma is often nagged with the feeling that perhaps the best of her years had gone by.
On the stance of the war she is afraid. One would never have the inkling of the notion but beneath the poise and imperturbable faƧade, Emma Vanity is afraid for the outcome of the war. She hovers in the safe area of neutralityāimmersing herself in temporarily comfort as her mother pleas for her to join the Dark Lord already. Although she had been raised as any other pureblood with the creeds of blood superiority, Emma only believes half-heartedlyāafter all, most of the members on her team had been chosen for the skills, rather than their status. She acts courteous towards everyone and denies herself the pleasure of becoming too acquainted with anyone in the case that she is labeled with the wrong allegiance and even worseāwrong idea. A true Slytherin beneath glacial garrisons, she looks out for herself and her skin, scoffing at the idea of dying for what she believes in.
She will continue keeping everyone at a courteous distance, petrified to risk her life for a worthless cause and even more to have what she loves ripped away so callously from her. There will be pressure and anxiety pressing down upon her from all sides and while she will continue to maintain an air of blatant disinterestācraft a new mask every morning for herself to adorn in soft shadowsāshe will begin to crumble beneath the weight of the burden with no one to turn to. The neutral expanse where she thought was once safe will begin to thin. Despite her consistent attempts to tell herself that she does not need to form personal attachments, she will yearn a little more every evening for the sanctity of human contact; for a little comfort in this cold and callous world. With war knocking at her door, however, she struggles every day to define what it is she truly desires, and where her loyalty best belongs.
Suggested Relationships ā
ā¦Alastor Moody -- respectful of his abilities
ā¦Gideon Prewett -- interested by his personality
ā¦Carrow twins -- definitely wary, now that theyāve graduated
ā¦Rabastan Lestrange -- curious if perhaps he follows his brotherās steps still
ā¦Scarlet Rosmerta -- respect that stems back from their school years
ā¦Tilden Toots -- interest, especially with his group of friends
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