#adelaide boot

He’d tracked down (with Malcolm’s help) the most... passionate of Anson’s fan base, and as far as he could tell none of them knew anything that actually mattered. Sure they knew a scary amount about the man he loved but they didn’t know where to find him and everyone they pointed the finger to pointed it back at someone else. By now he’d chased down what seemed like a statically improbable number of people with Anson’s number tattooed somewhere on their body, spoken to every teammate, and even cried on the Appleby Arrow’s manager. He didn’t feel any closer to Anson.

“All I need is one good lead.” He told Adelaide, morose. “Just one.”

Bonjour cheré,

I do apologize for leaving without giving you any sort of notice. Please don’t think poorly of me for it, I am simply not as strong as you are in the end, Adelaide. You can walk through the places that haunt you and I simply cannot. Everything in London reminds me of Regulus, and of René. I never even looked for my own cousin. What sort of man does that make me? Now I have to plan his funeral.

You’re one of the few people who know about my English cousins. Will you look in on them every now and then? I will return home to London eventually but I worry about them terribly.

Sincerely,

The Definetion of Adelaide Boot Woman’s ankle-high side lace boot with patent-leather  toe and heel, something with fur or fringed trimming at  top. Worn in U.S. from about 1830s to 1860s.

Simon knew that hanging out with your Healers was kind of sad, but Addie was a trainee Healer, and Simon was already sad so what harm did it do, really? Callie kept telling them that they oughta get out more. Gladys was the best friend in the whole world ever, they loved her immensely, but sometimes, now, she could be... overwhelming. Addie’s energy was a bit calmer. Didn’t stop them feeling kinda guilty about it though. Like they were cheating on Gladys or something.

“Are you sure you don’t mind having lunch with me? I know it’s your free time.”

-- CHARACTER --

Name: Adelaide Boot Faceclaim: Ashika Pratt Age: 23 Blood Status: Pureblood Affiliation: Order Former School & House: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff Occupation: Trainee Healer

-- BIOGRAPHY --

Adelaide separates her life into the Before, and the After.

The Before was ideal, picturesque. Adelaide grew up in a house in the countryside, where the summers were long, and the nights were filled with music and laughter. She didn't have a care in the world, and frankly, school was no different. Things like blood, that didn't matter to Adelaide. She credits her mother for this egalitarian world view. Adelaide’s mother is her hero, her role model, and she aspires to be just like her.

 And when the war hits, for the longest time, Adelaide doesn’t pick sides. She trains as a potioneer, like her mother before her, and she is happy.

 And then it happens.

 It is an overcast day when Adelaide and her mother go on an impromptu shopping trip. She’s forgotten to buy a gift, and Adelaide may be a lot of things, but organised is not one of them. She hears a commotion, but before she can turn around, everything turns to black.

 After, she wakes up on a rubble covered street, bruised, bloody and broken. Her mother is not next to her anymore, she’ll never be anything ever again. And the week in St Mungo’s might heal her physical wounds, but they do nothing for the new war waging in her mind. The once outgoing girl barely leaving the house, flinching at loud noises, and crying herself to sleep.

 At her fathers insistance, she enters therapy, and is promptly told she is suffering from PTSD. It is a collection of letters she doesn't initially understand, but the more she works with her therapist, the better she begins to feel.

 After, applies for the healers program. The healers that day saved her life, she figures that the least she can do it repay that. It is for that same reason that she joins the Order. She had heard about them before, but she was too dedicated to staying uninvolved. She can't say that anymore. There's been a fire lit inside her. She knows how the war can tear your heart out, and she won't let that happen to anyone else, if she can help it.

-- TRAITS --

Negative - anxious - withdrawn Positive + kind-hearted + witty