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BASICS

NAME: Emmeline Ungnyeo Parkinson Vance

AGE: 21 years old, 14th October

IDENTITY: Cis-woman; bisexual; she/her pronouns

EDUCATION: Hogwarts, Ravenclaw

MAJOR: Cursebreaking

OCCUPATION: Former Obliviator

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

TRAUMA DUMP

Emmeline was born to a socialite and a travelling Ministry official, the result of them both rebelling against their respective betrothals. Once Emmeline arrived and it was made perfectly clear that she was certainly not a Shafiq like expected, her parents were swiftly and quietly married off, and their loveless union subsequently led to the birth of her brother, Tiberius, two years later. For the first five years of her life, Emmeline barely saw or heard from her father in her childhood, and in some ways, she was quite grateful for it -- one parents’ resentment was enough to handle at a time, as well as that of her grandparents, and she’d lie if she was ever asked if she missed her fathers’ fleeting presence.

Quite aware of her existence being, shall we say, an unexpected complication for her grandmother, Emmeline did everything in her power growing up to please her, to be the good pureblood daughter in the way her mother had never quite managed. She spent much of her childhood at the Parkinson estate, not so much separated from her brother who soon joined her, as completely ostracized from her mother, being poked and prodded and kneaded into someone her grandmother could show off, moulded into someone that Emmeline could not recognize when she looked into the mirror, though she’d never had much time at all to be anybody before.

Her grandmother had never managed to measure her expectations when it came to her eldest granddaughter. She’d always viewed her as the only means to salvage what was left of the family legacy after her eldest daughter brought about a scandal that was still talked about by other socialites from the Sacred 28 families, and punished her severely when Emmeline continued to bring shame to the family by not being sorted into Slytherin, and instead being sorted into Ravenclaw. That had never been part of the plan, and sent Emmeline, still a child herself, who had been forced to spend her entire childhood making her family proud of her to atone for her mother’s sins, into a spiral wherein she befriended mudbloods muggleborns, half-bloods and blood traitors, tried out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and nearly killed herself flying through the hoops, and spent much of her free time wandering the halls aimlessly as though terribly lost (which, in complete fairness, she was.)

Two years later, her brother was sorted into Slytherin within less than two seconds of the Hat being placed on his head. All at once, everything both clicked and fell apart for Emmeline, who had always taken the brunt of her grandparents anger and was now suddenly faced with the fact that she had been so caught up in her own failure and subsequent path of blistering rebellion and all the consequences that came with that she had somehow completely missed her brother being groomed into that of a perfect pureblood heir. That day she knew she’d lost him, that she’d failed him, and that soon there would be nothing that she could do to turn it around for him, for the both of them. Much of their lives at Hogwarts were led completely separately, and even when they did see each other, Tiberius was a stranger to her, and her to him.

Sometime in her sixth year, she was sent to live with her father, after years of never having spoken to the man. The Parkinson’s wanted to wash their hands of her, and her mother, who had never taken the Vance name and was all too happy to pretend the ring on her finger meant nothing, was all too relieved when the plan was proposed. Emmeline would be permitted to continue being herself, but she would never again step foot in the Parkinson estate, they would no longer be her safety net until she realized just how foolish she was being, just how disgusting her little troupe of friends was. The Vance cottage became her home, and despite her underlying resentment towards her father, who seemed amused to allow her to continue her anger and pain driven rebellion and seemed to share some of her tendencies, she was happy there.

Even then, she was never officially disowned, her name and portrait was never scrubbed or blasted off the wall, and her betrothal still stood, despite it not being to another member of the Sacred 28. Wyvern had never been part of the plan, not for Emmeline who had begun working at the Ministry as an Obliviator shortly after graduation, but an incident involving a rather aggravated muggle being obliviated and losing far too much at the hands of her colleague (not even her!) meant she was fired, suddenly without income and left without two knuts to rub together. The Order of the Phoenix was all that she had left, and she knew there was little she could offer them without access to the Ministry now.

Dumbledore, though, in his unending wisdom, had a plan. He needed spies, as many as he could get -- whether actually in the Death Eaters or simply within the known Death Eater leaning families of the Sacred 28 (as the Longbottom’s never counted), and Emmeline, half a Parkinson, was perfect for it. He was all too happy to encourage her to use this as a means to flee back to the Parkinsons, to beg on her knees to be allowed to come home because she had been attacked and violated and and humiliated and lost her job because of it, because she retaliated, because she was defending herself, because she realized just how stupid she had been, that they were right all along, which she eventually did, after some careful planning. Tiberius took less time to convince than Emmeline thought he would. He welcomed her home, had the house elves take her trunk upstairs, and before she knew it, she was playing the picture perfect pureblood. Wyvern was actually her brother’s idea -- despite their differences, he knew she would never be content to sit at home alone, especially considering the state of her bedroom wall already, and that’s how she’s ended up here, studying Cursebreaking of all things -- Defence would have been too on the nose, in her opinion.

CONNECTIONS

Tiberius Vance / brother, no longer estranged from

cousins / Parkinsons, there are three/four of them

Dorcas Meadowes / dormmate

??? / friends, shouldn’t really be seen in public with anymore

??? / new-slash-old friends, ‘respectable’ purebloods/DEs or leaning

??? / exes, any and all apply here

#afm: intro #idk what this is i'm very sorry

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