Eleanor Kathrine Rookwood

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ELEANOR KATHRINE ROOKWOOD !
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
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[/B] As a young girl her mother was often busy with work (as a single parent it was the only source of income) so Eleanor entertained herself with reading.
Music- Eleanor learned to play the violin at the age of eight, encouraged by her mother, and quickly fell in love with the instrument. She enjoys the piano and flute as well. Her favorite genres of music are classical, rock, and a cappella.
Spicy food- She enjoys a little kick in her food. Cuisine is something Eleanor loves to test, she likes cooking, creating new dishes, and tasting new foods.
Travel- Because she was always confined to the flat she grew up in as a child, once she was old enough to move Eleanor always desired to see the ‘outside.’ Her favorite destinations are New York City, Ireland, France, Egypt, and Spain. She’s a huge fan of European history.
Parties-As a Slytherin at Hogwarts Eleanor was in the partying crowd. Even as an adult she enjoys a crowded, alcoholic party full of dancing and lights. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Control-Eleanor is a control freak and likes to feel as though the outcome of a situation lies within her hands.[/ul]
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[/B] Because Eleanor is a control freak, when things go unexpectedly and change she feels vulnerable and weak. Things have to stay in a particular routine for her or else she gets uncharacteristically angry.
Rain-Eleanor absolutely loathes the sensation of being wet and hates being caught in the rain. The way damp clothing clings to her skin and the scent rain emits drives Eleanor crazy.
Muggles-Eleanor was never fond of muggles and has always turned her nose up to them. Throughout the year she has put on a facade and pretended to be what she is not; pure of blood. The embarrassment of being halfblood is something she longs to hide from the world.
Coffee-The taste of coffee is too strong for Eleanor and gives her horrible heart burn and steals her breath away. She prefers hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Strawberries-Eleanor is terribly allergic to the red fruit and her throat swells after consuming one. She always carries a small vile of antidote within her purse in case she ever encounters a reaction.
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[/B]Eleanor has always been sharp of mind, mostly in part of her mother constantly throwing books before her. She is greatly intrigued by history, especially European and Egyptian, and when not partying in the Room of Requirement or Slytherin common room she was often found in the library.
+Musician- Another hobby encouraged by her mother was music. Eleanor quickly picked up on the notes and rhythms and by the age of 8 could shakily play the violin. It wasn’t until she was 10 that she was able to hone the craft. Eventually she went on to learn the flute and piano and has tutored a few wealthy, pureblood children.[/i]
+Organized- Due to her demanding occupation and lifestyle Eleanor is a very organized woman, slightly OCD, and sees to it that everything is in a particular order and that a routine is followed. She knows when even the slightest thing is off. Because of this, Eleanor is incredibly calm and a lack of togetherness is one of the few things that will cause her to teeter off the edge. [/ul]
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[/B] Eleanor is a major control freak and can manipulate others to the point of a nervous breakdown so that she is happy with a situation/outcome of events.
+Calm- While normally taken as a positive attribute, Eleanor is calm to the point of indifference. She can seem continuously bored and uncaring and does not smile often. Few things can garner her interest to the point of anger, but when it occurs it is best to stray far from her path of destruction. She does not wear her heart on her sleeve. Unintentionally she causes others to feel uneasy around her.
+Easily jealous- Growing up her mother was often gone gathering a living for Eleanor and her daughter was usually kept within her room in their small flat. Though not poor, they couldn’t always afford what they wanted and because of such Eleanor has always strived to do well in everything she does. She is easily envious of others and constantly compares herself to her fellow coworkers and former peers. [/ul]
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[/B] Eleanor wants to eventually earn enough money so that she and her mother can live in a large flat comfortably with all of their favorite possessions. Though she earns a nice wage currently the medical necessities required to keep her mother alive are expensive and out of her reach. Her mother is in debt trying to pay them off herself despite the financial aid given by Eleanor.

+To advance her status as a curse breaker and explore more of the world. [/ul]
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As a child Eleanor was always testing her boundaries. As she grew into an adolescent she took up partying and enjoyed firewhiskey with friends while daring one another to do stupid stunts. Regardless when her seventh year finished at Hogwarts Eleanor knew when to call it quits and understood her impending responsibility. She is extremely professional and carries herself in a dignified manner. She can instantly smell a lie and has little patience for small talk and nervous chatter. Preferring things in an organized fashion, when something goes askew she becomes quite flustered from her slip in control. Normally Eleanor is unsettling calm where she appears cold and bored. Regardless she is always polite though at times condescending. She greatly enjoys praise and attention though that is something she would never admit. Despite her callous demeanor she is an emotional person within and bites her tongue, finding it difficult to express to another person what she truly thinks and feels. At heart she is a romantic and has many romance novels stuffed beneath her bed. Yet some habits never change and Eleanor finds the temptation of a good party with booze hard to resist.

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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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Eleanor prefers to dress appropriately and professionally no matter the situation, including if she’s within the comfort of her own home. When in the office at Gringotts she’ll wear flesh-colored tights with a black pencil skirt and a black blazer, beneath a simple grey shirt. When at the bank she always wore high heels that ranged from 3-5 inches. Her thick, dark hair is normally up in a high ponytail and is occasionally worn in a tight bun or down in loose waves. When out in public Eleanor will sport a deep plum or red dress with short sleeves and a white or black sweater if the weather is chilly. Her favorite type of jewelry is hoop or dangly earrings, necklaces, and unique rings. Bracelets are uncomfortable and often pinch her wrists. Eleanor wears sandles and flats but more often than not wears heels. When at home she has a few pairs of jeans and a couple of plaid, button up tops and other various shirts.

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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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Through their sixth and seventh year of Hogwarts, Slytherins Ophelia Wolverton and Augustus Rookwood were school sweethearts. A year after graduation Ophelia discovered she was pregnant with Augustus’s child; it was considered somewhat of a scandal because they were unmarried and young. Unknown to most, Ophelia was not pure of blood. Though with magical parents, her great-great grandmother on her mother’s side was muggleborn. Growing cold feet at the prospect of a child so young that could not truly carry on his family’s legacy Augustus fled leaving the woman he loved and their newborn daughter. 19 year old Ophelia named their child after her father’s mother and raised her as a single parent.

Eleanor first started displaying magic at the age of one when the head of her stuffed dog exploded, showering her crib with white fluff. Ophelia struggled at first, working long shifts at the ministry as an assistant to the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation while paying bills and sending Eleanor off to daycare (an area in the ministry for worker’s young children). Eleanor as a toddler often dictated the children around her, making them fetch her crayons or forcing them to play a certain role in the game of house. She easily became hyper after snack time and her sugar intake was monitored by staff while during ‘music time’ she’d bounce about the room swinging her arms in the air. At the age of eight she became too old for the program and started staying in the flat by herself; occasionally an elderly neighbor would come by to watch the girl but Eleanor complained about this to her mother constantly.

Eleanor often stayed within her room reading, divulging in historical manuscripts and dreamt of far off lands. She occupied her time by drawing pictures and throwing tea parties with her stuffed animals and dolls and would turn wind up her music box and dance across her room and jump on top of her bed. She deeply enjoyed her music and quickly took up the violin and eventually tried out the flute and piano. Eleanor did not like when her mother would drag her to work parties and force her to interact with the other children. She did not like them nor did she delight in their company.

At the age of eleven she received her Hogwarts letter and was shipped off to school. On the train ride over she sat in a compartment alone, fighting back tears as the longing for her mother consumed her thoughts. When she and the other first years arrived and were gathered before the Great Hall Eleanor made friends with another girl named Alexandra. Eleanor was a hatstall between Ravenclaw and Slytherin; she chose the house of Slytherin where Alexandra soon joined her. Her first three years of Hogwarts were relatively normal; Eleanor studied hard and reaped the benefits of high marks and praise from the professors. It wasn’t until her fourth year that her rebellious nature erupted into her school life; she would sneak out of her dorm at night and with a group of friends dare one another to do stupid stunts. One of which involved massive destruction in the girls lavatory on the second floor; the stalls had exploded and the area had been covered in a gelatin like substance with a pair of pink boxers floating in the goo. For fortunate reasons unknown the group had never been caught.

In her fifth year Eleanor began drinking, at first only sampling a few sips of firewhiskey. The alcohol was matched with a roaring party full of Slytherins and loud music charmed so that professors and other students could not hear. One of her friends had even mastered a spell that created multicolored orbs to float and whiz about in the air atop of their heads. Her partying only increased through the next two years yet it never managed to affect her schoolwork. She received high scores on her OWLS and NEWTS.

Perhaps her most fond memory was towards the end of her seventh year. Buzzed from shots of firewhiskey (her favorite drink) Eleanor and a few friends (Alexandra, twins Lottie and Penelope, and on-and-off-again boyfriend Montie, short for Montague) ran through the dark forest at night. She remembers Montie being chased by an unidentifiable creature with large wings and a dog-like face. The girls laughed. Though the incident could have proved fatal everything at the time had seemed so funny and the adrenaline that pulsed through their veins was quite powerful. She herself had gotten tangled in a tree, giggling as the vines pulled her body like a puppet. The twins had rolled down a hill in a wooden barrel nearly falling into a murky pond in the midst of the woods. Her partying had reached its climax but Eleanor managed to maintain control of her behavior and after graduation she grew more somber.

Eleanor, who dreamt of travel throughout her childhood, applied at Gringotts to be a curse breaker where she could travel and seek out adventure. She was accepted and passed her examination, enduring two years of education and training from the Goblins who were harsh in temperament and often grated against her nerves. After what had seemed an eternity she was successful in her career and was first sent off to a tomb within Egypt where she was very nearly killed by a curse. It was a slap in the face and an experience that only deepened her determination. Her hands and lower arms have a selection of small scars from various curses gone awry.

When she was twenty five her mother was diagnosed with Dragonpox, a serious and semi-treatable disease in the wizarding community. Eleanor continues to do everything in her power to make her mother comfortable and often escorts her to appointments at St. Mungo’s. Her mother suffers highs and lows and for a while seemed to sink into a pleasant remission until recently where she took a severe turn for the worse. Healers do not believe she has much longer to live.

Eleanor is not familiar with her father or his family. She has a step-mother and two younger half-sisters. She is envious of their lifestyle and familial unit and does not enjoy being in their presence. She has yet to meet her half-sisters but has briefly been in the company of Catrin.

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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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Elijah’s ears prickled at his mother’s use of his full name. He twitched slightly, knowing it to be reserved for when at her wit’s end, which as it currently stood, she was nearing. Guilt bubbled within the pit of his stomach, he was making her worry and his reluctance to ‘spill the beans’ was only adding to her frustration. But what was he to do? His mental state had gone up in a tizzy; loose strands of logic were fraying allowing his thoughts to unravel in an erratic heap. Could he really just spit it all out? Elijah’s mouth opened slightly but choked on the words, they simply would not budge past his esophagus. His tongue flopped pitifully drying up and he coughed turning and spluttering into the safety of his shoulder blade. In an attempt to scrap up a bit of dignity Elijah growled, “I don’t have to tell anyone anything! It doesn’t matter if dad’s here or not, I’m not talking!”

It was perhaps the biggest lie of the century. If her body so much as shifted in the direction of the door Elijah would have sprang from his bed and into her arms. His was father was the last person Elijah wanted to know about his problem. He’d rather blurt the truth to Isaac in the midst of the Great Hall than to have to privately confess to Fabien. Sometimes things felt so off balance within Elijah’s head, as though all reason was beyond his reach just grazing the tips of his fingers. Dipping his head, he peeled back the covers from his legs and sat pretzel-style on the mattress. It was now or never, he thought, replaying possible scenarios within his brain; his mother’s various reactions flashed like a movie in his mind’s eye distressing already scattered nerves.

“If you tell me what the problem is we can tackle it together, is it something you’ve done?”

The sentenced cleaved heavily at his mind, like a butcher would meat. Elijah’s heart was a gross monstrosity capable of a very wrong type of love. Had he done anything? No. Could it be fixed with a mother’s affectionate support? Never.

“You know I love you no matter what. I always will. I can’t help it I’m your mother. I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried I’m afraid so please just tell me what’s bothering you.”

The desperation that bled from between her syllables was enough to shatter his outer walls; every emotion and pent-up frustration leaked between the cracks as Elijah was drained and pooled beside her feet. His chin quivered; damn how much he loved his mother and damn how she could see straight through his indifferent façade. With heavy, tear-brimmed eyes Elijah peered up towards his mother mouth agape, the oxygen trailing out from his lungs. He gurgled, unable to manage a sound. Instead he shut his oral cavity, deciding to allow his vocals a momentary rest while he fought back the emotional demons that struck at him. Elijah noticed the color evaporate from her cheeks. He blinked, mystified. Then it clicked. Leaving his despair aside for a brief minute he practically shouted, “This has nothing whatsoever to do with girls, I swear! It’s quite the opposite really.”

His chest rose and fell with dog-like pants. Funny how one awkward moment was dodged by yet another smacking him right between the nose. Elijah combed his fingers through dark locks, giving his mum a weary glance as he heaved a sigh. It took a while for him to compose himself, not that there was a state he could calmly go back to. Of course he reverted from a conduct of flustered shock to sad humiliation. His surprise soon wore to shame and it was near impossible for Elijah to swallow back the salty liquid that threatened to spill from his lids. The world went silent save for the rapid thrumming of his heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Through a strangled gasp he coughed, “I had to stop it. It’s completely unnatural, it isn’t right. It’s why I won’t talk to Bryce, I can’t look at him without…well, you know…stirrings of sorts. And I can’t tell dad because he’s a man and men don’t like other men in that sort of way unless their…queer. And I told myself it was just a stupid phase, I was curious, that it was nothing serious. But it was lie. I’m not right. I’m sick.” The words would not cease tumbling from between his parted lips. Elijah was on a roll and it was quite literally pouring all over Charity. “And I don’t want to tell anyone because I don’t want you to be ashamed of me. It’s terrible, the shame. I don’t want it… And I don’t want…I don’t want to be gay! But I am mum. I’m gay.”

Elijah choked, ice-blue eyes wide in fear. The tears fell onto the back of his hands that gripped the sheets. Game over.

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