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#mbtis again...... i never knew the meanings of the letters - only i and e#and now i stumbled across an explanation#and i checked the letter that changed from the last time i did the test#and it's judging to perceiving#which is very interesting and also very fitting because i don't want to give no fucks anymore
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( * 💀 / jessie mei li, questioning, she/they ) — is that emmeline vance i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are industrious & compassionate as well as blunt & graceless. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re muggleborn, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: falling asleep studying over open books, split open pomegranates, working under flickering candlelight, casual intimacy between friends, a kitchen full of laughter.
CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy) (+ Sara Ramirez, the they/she icon we all deserve), Kara Danvers (Supergirl), Charles Boyle (Brooklyn 99), Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone), Janet (Not a Girl) (The Good Place), Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds).
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Implied Racism.
LINKS: Pinterest. Playlist (Coming Soon).
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
I N T R O
full name ➵ Emmeline Huan Vance
nicknames ➵ Emmy; Emma; Line; Em; Melly; Melsy; Vance; Hurricane
pronouns ➵ she/they/her/them
birthdate / age ➵ October 24th, 1959, 09:47 am / 20 years old
birthplace ➵ Brighton, East Sussex
childhood home ➵ Unknown home in Brighton, East Sussex — 162 Orchard Croft, Harlow, Essex
current residence ➵ Hogwarts, Scotland
religion ➵ agnostic; paternal grandparents were Methodist ( Protestant ) while maternal grandparents were also Christian
occupation ➵ full - time student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry
P H Y S I C A L
height ➵ 5 feet, 2 inches / 157.5 cm
weight ➵ 48 kg / 106lb
body type ➵ hourglass shaped figure
hair ➵ dark brown, bordering on black; soft and wavy
eye color ➵ dark brown
dominant hand ➵ right
FC ➵ Jessie Mei Li
voice ➵ Jessie Mei Li
special characteristics ➵
small waist
has a birthmark on her right ankle that looks like an apple
pierced septum
smells of ➵
lavender hand lotion
pomegranate
cardamom, jasmine and orange blossom perfume
E M O T I O N A L
zodiac ➵ scorpio sun (x); sagittarius rising; cancer moon
MBTI ➵ ISFJ (“The Defender”)
positive traits ➵ industrious; compassionate; generous; warmhearted; benevolent; selfless; observant; honest; personable; kind.
negative traits ➵ blunt; graceless; meticulous; well-meaning; impatient; internalizes feelings; oversensitive; tactless; overbearing; clumsy.
likes ➵ Pumpkin pasties; duelling club; laughter; the rush of incoming patients; cooking for friends; Ballycastle Bats; Diagon Alley; being barefoot at the beach; roadtrips; apple juice; hugs from friends; nicknames; vanilla candles; the heat of a boiling cauldron; Sugar Quills; warm sweaters; pizza; pomegranate seeds; cheek kisses; taking photographs; finishing essays early; coffee with milk and two sugars; Queen; Aston Villa; cats
dislikes ➵ spam (the food); apparition; the Daily Prophet; starless nights; Kenmare Kestrels; karaoke; losing bets; skinned knees; snakes; pigeons; the colour fuschia (it’s too bright); ticking clocks; banana flavouring; funerals; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; Celestina Warbeck; mayonnaise; blue M&Ms; her lao ye; the word mudblood; leprechauns; fans of Kenmare Kestrels; losing football matches; witch Halloween costumes; rugby
amortentia ➵
birthday cake
fresh mint
old books
orange blossom
M A G I C
blood status ➵ muggleborn
wand ➵ Aspen, dragon heartstring core, 8 inches, hard
wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
patronus ➵ Hippo
E D U C A T I O N
Hogwarts class ➵ Hufflepuff, 1981
extracurriculars ➵
Hufflepuff Prefect / September 1979 - June 1981
Herbology Club & Greenhouse Keepers / September 1977 - June 1981
Toothill Duelling Club / September 1979 - June 1981
Wenlock Study Club / September 1979 - June 1981
courses & exams ➵
Ancient Runes - O
Astronomy - E
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - O
History of Magic - O
Muggle Studies - O
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
Care of Magical Creatures - E
M I S C E L L A N E O U S
health ➵
walnut allergy
hayfever
pets ➵
Jíngyi; the long-eared owl
Shu; the white cat
handwriting ➵ Abuget
F A M I L Y
Deirdre (née Wilkinson) Vance ➵ paternal grandmother; retired nurse; deceased May. 1980
Edward Vance ➵ grandfather; retired soldier and miner; deceased Jan. 1980
Xiulan Wong ( Wong Xiulan ) ➵ maternal grandmother (lao lao); homeschooled; housewife; alive
Da Wong ( Wong Da ) ➵ maternal grandfather (lao ye); homeschooled; shop-owner; alive
Dr. Cillian Vance ➵ father; worked for/with the Red Cross UK (and the Hong Kong Red Cross); alive
Mei (née Wong) Vance ➵ mother; teaching assistant; alive
𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌
emmeline had always known they were different. at first, it was because of her skin, the way she looked and spoke and could never find anyone to play with on the playground, her chinese middle name and her lao lao being the one to pick her up from school every morning. she would cry to her mother at night, cling to her arms like they were the port keeping her safe from the storm, and listen to her father sing, voice warm and tender as she drifted to sleep, but she never got the answers for why she was treated differently — never got answers for why she was the only non-white child in her school, never got answers for why they hated her so much, hated her existence. but she weathered through primary school, finding her footing in secondary school with her only friend, aisha, who never cared that she was different, that sometimes she could do things that nobody else seemed able to do, that she’d been encouraged to always tell the truth, nothing but the truth, that sometimes she’d say things that hurt, things that stung even though she never meant for them to.
for a while, the feeling of being wholly different faded, or at least, emmeline didn’t notice it quite so prominently anymore, and then suddenly it appeared again — but this time it had been because she didn’t know if she always felt like a girl. not a girl in the traditional sense, anyway, not some days. she liked dresses and fancy heeled shoes and tiaras, but found herself equally at home in plaid shirts and her father’s way-too-big suit jacket and kicking around a football, and for a half-asian barely a teenage… person (she’s still working on it), suspended constantly between two identities, it confused them (even though they’re perfectly aware now that those things are superficial, but the feeling still remains). the only person they ever talked to about it back then was aisha — their lifeline, their best friend, the one their parents reluctantly approved of because they had been so lonely for so long. while aisha was crushing on boys, sweaty and loud and just this side of too teasing, and starting to wear makeup and changing herself, emmeline was trying to find where she fit in, trying to understand who she was, who she is, why they feel so different.
in the midst of all that, emmeline’s letter to hogwarts came. just another difference for emmeline to feel, the knowledge that they have magic was unexpected and tore her family in two. the family she loved - her mother, her father, her lao lao and lao ye, and granny and pops - all had differing opinions on whether or not to accept it, whether or not to send them to school and deal with the fact, up front, that emmeline was, and always would be, special. in the end, emmeline’s pops snuck her out, following instructions from a professor mcgonagall, to find diagon alley, the place where emmeline suddenly felt she fit in. she could feel the magic in the air, could feel it almost crackling in the space around her, almost inviting her in. of course, it took some time — a little too much time, really — to buy everything she needed, and when she cried into her ice cream on the way home, overwhelmed and tired and feeling so many things, he was the one who held her all the way home.
he and their granny were the only ones there to send them off the hogwarts that first year, their parents reluctant to accept anything so unnatural about their child, but emmeline hardly cared at the time (even though it hit them later that night and they sobbed into their pillow), too excited to remember to even wave, too excited to remember to cry because she was leaving behind the only friend she’d ever truly known, and when they saw hogwarts, that castle appearing, they just knew. they were home. she knows, after years and years of being torn between two identities on so many different fronts, that people aren’y happy she’s here, happy she has magic, happy she calls this place her home away from home, that she laughs loud at the hufflepuff table and wears yellow and black face paint for quidditch matches and tried out for the muggle football team, but there’s nothing they can say to change who she is, her pride in the blood flowing through her veins, in the magic at her fingertips. emmeline’s always known they’re different, but having magic, being home at hogwarts, is the first time she’s ever felt proud to be so.
#revelio.intro#emmeline;#god this is actually a mess but i am way too tired to deal with it#SDFKJDSF#so! here's. something ig. i'll decide if i hate this after i pass out and wake up tomorrow lmfao#implied racism cw#racism cw#i guess????#it's mentioned so briefly.#but#better safe than sorry
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ϟ ━ was that EMMELINE VANCE around the leaky cauldron ? SHE disapparated before i could approach them ! what a pity, for they are DETERMINED and LOYAL, but maybe it's best to keep my distance because they are also CLUMSY and FIERY. i remember that they were a RAVENCLAW back in school but have since made a name for themselves as a DAILY PROPHET JOURNALIST. if this alleged war came knocking on their door, it is supposed that they would FIGHT FOR DUMBLEDORE ( cis woman & she/her / zoey deutch / 26 / half-blood).
biography & statistics below the cut
𝒷𝒾𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓎
Emmeline Vance has always been described as ‘capable’. From a young age she was solving puzzles in creative ways and forging a path for herself early in life. Her parents offered Emmeline a safe and happy childhood, although they both worked long, exhausting hours at the ministry meaning that child-care was left to her grandfather who owned Honeydukes sweet shop. As a small child, there was nothing that Emme loved more than suggesting new sweets her grandpa to try and make to try and then helping him make the ideas from her imagination into a reality. When she was six years old, her grandpa gave her her own little apron and nametag for when she was at the store.
Helping out at the store truly shaped Emme as she grew up. All sorts of people stopped by the store in their trips to Hogsmeade - all shapes, all sizes, all races, all blood statuses. Emme naturally became kind and compassionate, willing to help whoever might need it no matter what their background. Her first signs of magic showed in the store - she had to carry 3 tubs of jelly slugs from the cellar to the top of the store, and managed to levitate one in front of her like grandpa did with a degree of concentration after huffing about the fact she couldn’t carry three with her little hands. Certainly, her grandfather was more of a parent than her own parents ever were.
The issue of parenting came to a head just before her ninth birthday, when her parents decided that they were going to move to France to start life afresh. Emme’s father had been offered a job at the French Ministry and they had taken it easily, jumping at the opportunity to start life again in the beauty of France. But Emme’s little heart broke at the idea of not only being taken away from Britain and the promise of Hogwarts, but from the most important person in her young life. A few roaring arguments between her father and grandfather while Emme was supposed to be sleeping (but was really hovering at the top of the stairs trying to listen to what the adults were saying) and the three adults called her downstairs asking her a simple question.
“Would you rather live in Britain with grandpa or move to France with Mummy and Daddy?”
Emme never answered verbally, but instead ran over and clung to her grandpa’s leg, who had been more of a father to her than her own father had. It wasn’t their fault, of course, that they worked long hours and hardly ever saw their daughter - but Emme’s decision was easy. And so it was that within the next few months Emme’s parents prepared to move away and prepared to leave their daughter behind (promising visits, of course). In January, her parents were gone leaving her to live with grandpa and grandma in their small flat above the store. Life passed by peacefully until her eleventh birthday arrived and with it, a letter inviting her to Hogwarts.
On her first day at Hogwarts, Emme learned that not everyone was as kind as her. Her grandfather had pulled her aside at Hogsmeade station before she ran to join the arriving students and said ‘be brave enough to stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves’. Those pearls of wisdom stuck a chord deep within Emme, who had always considered herself kind but hadn’t had to put herself in any level of discomfort to be kind so far. She had lived a reasonably sheltered upbringing, after all. Cruel thoughts had not been present in either her home or the sweet store (after all, who can find it in their hearts to be cruel when surrounded by that much sugar). With that wisdom fresh in her mind, Emme made her way towards Hogwarts where the sorting hat confidently placed her in Ravenclaw.
From there, Emme excelled at school. She had always loved reading as a child, and she made a name for herself quickly as one who always placed near to the top of her class. She engaged in lots of extra-curriculars including Charms club and Dueling club, and spent most of her evenings buried in magical practice and theory. In fifth year Emme became a prefect.
During her careers meeting, Emme looked at the pamphlets before her and knew there was only one real option for her. She had half considered the aurors programme, but reading and writing had always been her passion. Emmeline applied for a job with the Daily Prophet as a junior journalist. Working hard at her N.E.W.Ts, Emme left Hogwarts with an Outstanding in all subjects and a well-earned place at the Daily Prophet.
Since starting work at the Daily Prophet eight years ago, Emmeline has carved a name for herself as a well-respected journalist. She always works for the truth no matter how uncomfortable or unsettling it might be, and is determined to bring the truth to the public. This has, on occasion, led to Howlers being sent through the post but Emme is not deterred.
Emme is a notorious coffee drinker and can almost always be found with a flask in hand. She also loves to bake, frequently bringing in home made snacks to share around the office - Merlin only knows that their office needs a sprinkling of happy on a semi-regular basis. She gets excited about any and all holidays, and her absolute favourite place to be is the beach - especially when she’s wandering up and down the sand wearing a cosy jumper and bright yellow wellington boots. Despite reporting on some of the atrocities that happen in the wizarding world, Emme still lives with a sense of optimism and an understanding that the world really is full of good people even if it might not seem like it.
Emmeline is committed towards seeking justice both professionally and personally for all. She believes that the way that muggle-borns were treated at school was unjust, and has continued to speak against this in her journalism. When it becomes clearer that Voldemort is truly persecuting muggle-borns, Emmeline will step up to work against him firmly. When Emmeline commits, she throws her whole self behind a cause and can never be called ‘half-hearted’.
𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓈
Basics:
FULL NAME : Emmeline Raye Vance MEANING : The name “Emmeline” means gentle and brave. MONIKERS / NICKNAMES : Emme GENDER AND PRONOUNS : Female, she/her DATE OF BIRTH : 13 April 1958 AGE : 26 ORIENTATION : Bisexual OCCUPATION : Daily Prophet Journalist
Background:
LANGUAGES SPOKEN : English, French FAMILY : Samuel Vance (father), Eliza Vance (mother), Ambrosius Flume (grandfather) SPOUSE / SIGNIFICANT OTHER : open & wanted for plotting! CHILDREN ( chronologically ) : n/a
Magical Detail:
BLOOD STATUS : Half-blood ALUMNA OF : Hogwarts, Ravenclaw, 1976 ACADEMIC FEATS ( clubs, organizations, positions, etc ) : duelling club, charms club, prefect O.W.L.s ( subjects taken and the results ) : astronomy, charms, defence against the dark arts, herbology, history of magic, potions, transfiguration, ancient runes, arithmancy. O in all subjects but arithmancy and history of magic which were E’s. N.E.W.T.s ( subjects taken and the results ) : charms, defence against the dark arts, herbology, history of magic, potions, transfiguration, ancient runes. O in all subjects. WAND : Maple, unicorn core, 10 ¾ inches, supple AMORTENTIA : Fresh coffee, baking bread, the smell of seaside air, new books. BOGGART : Werewolves PATRONUS : A swift - a creature with a strong sense of determination and a drive to accomplish things. They are hopeful, positive and energetic and are drawn to live and work in large communities where they find inspiration from the high spirits of others.
Physical:
HAIR : Mousy brown EYES : Brown HEIGHT : 5’3 BUILD : Athletic, slender. MARKINGS ( birthmarks, tattoos, scars, etcs ) : A scar on her left hip from a fall down the shop stairs when she was younger. A small tattoo of an opening speech mark on her left wrist, and a closing speech mark on her right wrist - inspired by her journalism and her love for writing. Not a permanent marking, but Emmeline has a sapphire necklace that was a 17th birthday gift from her mother. It is perhaps the most expensive thing that Emme owns, and she never takes it off.
Personality:
TROPES : Gentleman and a scholar - “He manages to be both a highly intelligent expert in his chosen field and a pleasant, well-adjusted and socially engaging human being, some times even more attuned to the nuances of social etiquette than many less-intellegent Gentleman and a Scholar - “He manages to be both a highly intelligent expert in his chosen field and a pleasant, well-adjusted, and socially engaging human being, sometimes being even more attuned to the nuances of social etiquette than many less-intelligent characters. Frequently, his emphasis is more on the humanities than on the natural sciences.” MBTI : ENFJ-T ENNEAGRAM : Type 2 - The Helper ALIGNMENT : Lawful Good TEMPERAMENT : Phlegmatic ZODIAC : Aries POSITIVE TRAITS : Determined, loyal, resillient NEGATIVE TRAITS : Clumsy, fiery
#principium.intro#principium.task#about#i wish i could use photoshop & create a good looking graphic but alas!!!#excited to get started <3
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oh boy, did you get inbar lavi for an eight a.m.? wait no, that’s ZAIRA KASEN. i heard the thirty three year old is a professor who gives a pretty tough lecture in political science. she tries to be inquisitive and self-sufficient but on the stressful days, she’s scornful and hubristic. when she gets a chance to relax, catch her at the local bar listening to o.d.d. by hey violet.
— RUNDOWN.
full name: zaira kasen
name meaning: dawn
date of birth: april 22nd
place of birth: new york city, u.s.a.
age: 33
star sign:
taurus
department: political science
specialisation: international relations and diplomacy, conflict resolution
alma mater: columbia university
alignment: true neutral
mbti: intj
spoken languages: english ( native speaker ), hebrew ( fluent ), french ( fluent ), spanish ( proficient ), mandarin ( intermediate )
mother’s name: tamara kasen
father’s name: isaac giroux
siblings, if any: samuel giroux
birth order: older twin
height: 5′3″
hair colour: dark brown
eye colour: hazel
— BACKSTORY.
zaira was born into a family that was always on the brink of comfort. her mother worked for an insurance firm, and her father worked as a freelance writer. the couple earned just enough to not be classified as struggling, but not enough to feel comfortable. they had planned for just one kid, but two were born. zaira holds that her brother was the accident, because she’s the elder twin.
but two kids instead of one put pressure on the family. small disturbances would rock them. medical bills, a tyre puncture. just when things seemed like they were looking up, like they could get something special for rosh hashanah, but something would always interrupt.
so growing up, zaira was constantly feeling the air prickle with unease. they could never be too indulgent, never get what they wanted, because it was quite possible that tragedy would strike any time. the household being stressful meant that fights were common, sometimes with breaking plates or slammed doors.
she was always the quiet one compared to her brother, and therefore, she had to be the one that silently bore all the abuse while he acted out, and she was the only one that stayed at home to wipe her mother’s tears. that was her from the start, always doing everything that she had to, and then some.
in school, she may as well have not existed. always at the back of every class, catching up on studying she couldn’t do because she was washing dishes and putting out the clothes. but her grades weren’t just alright — they were good. unusually good, especially given how little time she had to study.
socially, though, she was very anxious. flinched at physical touch, hated confrontation, and could barely get out a sentence longer than ten words without tripping up and apologising. she had few friends, rarely participated in class, never went to parties.
her brother moved out of her life around the age of seventeen, and decided that he was going to start some kind of business with his computer geek friends. good riddance, zaira said. the same year, her parents divorced, after all those years of heaving and huffing. from zaira giroux, she became zaira kasen.
her last year of high school was going to be the end of her. she had to work harder at school to get to her dream university, the city university of new york, and she had to help her mum, get her sats prepped, work a delivery job on the weekends, and so on and so forth. she began to smoke, during this time, just to get a release.
one day in october, during her senior year, changed her life. as was occasionally custom in high schools in her area, the government loved conducting a good old talent search to look for bright young minds to sponsor and feel better about themselves for. the first and only qualification was an iq test administered to all the students of her high school.
she took it. big deal.
a week later, she received a long letter in the mail from the mayor of new york’s office. she’d scored 142 on the iq test, indicative of an abnormally high capacity for logical reasoning. she was given a felicitation by the city of new york — and more importantly than that, she was given the option to attend a far better school with fifty percent of the tuition fees slashed — if only she got the sat score and the gpa for it.
and she did. it was goodbye cuny — and hello, columbia university. to her at the time, it seemed like things, in general, were settled forever.
wrong. pretty wrong. the circles at columbia were completely different from what she’d ever had to know. rich, white, male, powerful. it was the clearest signal in the world — the demure, passive zaira wasn’t going to cut it. she would never be given any shred of respect if she didn’t earn it.
and so she changed. it wasn’t even very gradual. she forced herself to speak louder, to be aggressive, to make sure everyone knew that she was present and a force to reckon with. it was difficult, but by the time she graduated, she was a different woman, much more hardened.
but she wasn’t yet where she is today. that only happened when she joined work with the united states foreign service, another arena full of old men that thought they knew best. not to mention that if work was hard, navigating the political drama was even harder.
here, she bloomed. zaira kasen proved herself to be the perfect diplomat. ever charming, ever tactful, and most importantly, unwilling to take no for an answer. over the span of ten years, she rose through the ranks to become a delegate of the united states to the united nations.
because she attended most of the parties intended for the political hotshots of new york, she came across several acquaintances, men and women that she would meet, look pretty around, and then never think about again. one of these was amelia temperley, famed actress, wife of the attorney general of new york at the time.
another name among the people she met was robert gaskarth, personal aide to the undersecretary-general. he was older, he was likely not wiser, but at the time, he looked like a shiny new car. handsome, very well-read and travelled, loaded with a dynasty to boot. it was clear that he thought zaira was beautiful — and what else he thought of her was never really relevant.
they married when she was 26, because it was easy, because he laughed at her jokes and he said that her observations were insightful and that she was likely to become ambassador someday — and it was convenient, they both were in new york, working in the same place, and already known to the public.
married life was a dream.
that was the exact opposite of the thought zaira had while laying in bed with another man — not that she was to blame, you didn’t need a private investigator to know that robert wasn’t being faithful either. but neither of them spoke to the other about it. their stares over dinner, across a ballroom, in the cab rides home, were a peace treaty: you do what you want, i’ll do what i want, and we both keep up the show for the cameras.
again, this system worked. worked really well for nearly a year, until she was thirty. then she was passed up for a promotion and it struck her like lightning — she was settling. she was making do. she was compromising.
and for a diplomat — zaira really hates compromises.
it was like ripping off a bandaid. once upon a time, a divorce after just three years may have looked messy on a public official’s track record, but this was 2016. there was a whole lot worse going on in the world. it was done and dusted in two months.
and zaira threw herself into doing the absolute most at work. taking on all the new missions, overloading herself with coffee and paperwork, in the hope that a mission reassignment or promotion would be exactly what she needed to convince herself that the marriage thing was a horrible idea.
be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. just about eight months prior to the present, zaira was invited to head an observer mission to crimea, a very significant opportunity. with no husband to hold her back, she was off.
two weeks went by, and they were difficult, but fine. food was awful, stay kept shifting, it was impossible to go anywhere without getting your bags checked. but y’know, this was the job description, and it was all good.
what wasn’t in the job description was being held hostage by armed vigilantes for 72 hours. what wasn’t in the job description was having a gun pointed to her head. what definitely wasn’t in the job description was having to see and hear a close-range shootout.
she couldn’t do it. she simply could not do it anymore. it took one letter to her boss and a permanent sabbatical to help her get her shit together. a month off with some therapy was enough to get her back on — some track, even if it wasn’t the one she was on earlier. in the meantime, bills had to be paid.
an offer had come, buried in her inbox under a list of work e-mails — an invite to give a guest lecture on international relations at riverbank university. zaira’d never travelled further south of washington d.c., so she figured it would be a change of scene.
and it was. the university campus was so different from her sterile, sly workplace with its mundane reports and routines and its utter disregard for the world outside the glass walls. here, people cared, people shouted and cheered, students banded together to discuss ideas that hadn’t yet been stamped out by cynicism.
perhaps it was an impulse decision. she’s lived to think of it as somewhat of a necessary evil. but she asked if she could stay.
and here she is, one of the newest additions to the riverbank faculty, in her impeccable blouse and skirt, with an hot coffee in hand, ready to change the world — or at least, engage with minds that might save the world, if they survive the keg stand they’re going to attempt at the next kappa rager.
zaira knows this is beneath her, something many colleagues have pointed out over the course of falsely concerned emails. and it’s eating away at her too, knowing that there’s probably something more meaningful out there. she’s not going to stop looking for something better — because that’s all she does.
that being said, she doesn’t really find the time these days, in between woodrow wilson and hans morgenthau, who so many people grossly misunderstand—
#* introduction.#* introduction / zaira kasen.#* of thick skin and sharp edges ; she's a pill hard to swallow / zaira kasen.
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