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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree

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This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

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Apprentice Potioneer

18 year old "Muggleborn"
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Rebecca Grey

Full Name: Rebecca Hope Grey

Nickname(s): "Becky" to close friends; "Grey" to her employer

Birthdate: May 1st, 1870

Age: 18

Occupation: Apprentice Potioneer

Blood Status:
Though Becky believes herself to be muggleborn, her mother was in fact a closeted witch, making her a halfblood.

Residence: A ladies-only boarding house in London.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin Alumna

Wand: Fir, twelve inches, with a unicorn hair at its core.

Thomas Grey, Father [1837-1880]
Rosamund Grey née Cooper, Mother [1844-1874]
James Grey, Brother [1873]

Charity Grey née Sinclair, formerly Chaucer, Stepmother [1847]
Opal Chaucer, Stepsister [1870]
Ivory Chaucer, Stepsister [1870]
Becky has always been a plain girl. Her hair, like her eyes, is dark, her face round, and her features are not particularly remarkable. Her dress is equally plain, as her stepmother’s rule and her choice to leave the house saw no allowance for decadent attire—at least, not in Becky’s case. These simple features, though, are often punctuated by a wide smile, and her average looks are shown up by her exceptional singing voice.

Right-handed, Becky stands at a flat five feet and possesses the modest curves of womanhood.


Rosamund Cooper, the eldest of the five Cooper girls, was always a peculiar child, and trouble seemed to follow her around wherever she went. Though her parents took great pains to stop her from what they saw as acting out, they had no idea of the cause of her troubles until the Hogwarts letter came. Unable, or unwilling, to accept what their daughter was, Becky’s grandparents sent the eleven-year-old away to live with a strict, unforgiving aunt. Try as she might to keep bad things from happening, things just seemed to go wrong around Rosamund, who spent most of her youth utterly miserable.

It was a stroke of fortune when her aunt’s childhood friend came to stay for a time—bringing her son Thomas along with her whilst her husband saw to the remodelling of the Grey’s home. The two fell quickly and deeply in love, and married as soon as consent could be gained from Mr. Cooper.

Happy Families
It took time before Rosamund was able to carry a pregnancy to term—which she attributed to her ‘oddities’—but in time they eventually welcomed Rebecca in May of 1870. With Becky’s birth, Rosamund’s troubles seemed to fade away almost entirely, though she lived always wary that something might go wrong. Every broken bowl or stained linen was, the woman was convinced, her fault, making her, at large, somewhat fidgety and nervous.

In sharp contrast to her mother, Rebecca seemed to have not a cautious bone in her body, and had to be minded constantly to ensure she did not wander off. It was five years before she would feel competition for her parents’ attentions in the form of her brother James—but even then, a 1:1 parent to child ratio did not trouble the girl in the least. Becky’s earliest years, she is adamant, were happy ones, and it was not until her her mother’s death of a severe chill just after Christmas of 1875 that things began to go downhill for her.

Unhappy Families
Less than a year after her mother’s death, Becky’s father remarried to a widow with twin daughters of her own. Initially excited by the prospect of a growing family, the young girl quickly found these new relations not exactly to her tastes. Charity simply did not “get” her, while twins Opal and Ivory, of age with Becky herself, began to see it as their mission to make her life miserable to cement their position in her home—a mission to which their mother turned a blind eye, and her father was genuinely oblivious.

It was not much later that Becky began to show signs of what her father called “her mother’s peculiarities” when, one march day, her tableware shattered entirely over dinner. No one spoke of the matter again, though Becky was sent to her room without dinner.

When There Was Magic
No one in the family had ever suspected magic existed, and so the day that a strange man came for Becky, Opal and Ivory was a startling affair. Though she could see it pained him, her father initially demanded the “abominations” be cast out of his home—it was, ironically, Charity that spared Becky this fate, though the eleven-year-old knew that this was for the twins’ sake far more than her own. And so it was that, come September, the trio departed for Hogwarts. For the first time, Becky Grey felt truly alone—her relationship with her father had permanently changed, and now she would not have James with her to serve as an ally against their stepsisters.

Her first year was, in actuality, like something of a dream. Placed in a house different to her stepsisters, the only major problems she had to contend with were their friends in her classes, and the girls in her own house who looked down on her for being a “mudblood”. Friendships were formed, classes were exciting and new, and Becky found herself happier than she had anticipated. Third year saw her add Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies to her host of classes, and she found she excelled in both where she had only been mediocre in her courses thus far.

The summer following that year proved to be a difficult one, as her father succumbed to a muggle illness that took his life. For the first time, Becky and Charity were able to find common ground in their grief but the dynamic between them took a turn for the worse as the woman began to see her stepchildren more as un-fire-able servants than children in her care. James joined his sister at Hogwarts, much to his delight, and neither returned home for the Christmas holidays.

After-School Program
Becky’s OWL year came and went, and her affinity for potions showed through in her grades. However, it was on the day the scores arrived that Charity was, once again, the bearer of bad news: finances simply would not stretch for Becky and James to attend for more than five years, though demands to know why the twins got to do so fell on deaf ears. The happiness and sense of place that Becky had cultivated for herself evaporated in an instant, and when the rest of the family departed for Hogwarts that fall, she alone remained home, a glorified servant to her stepmother.

Her seventeenth birthday brought with it news of freedom: a former professor had arranged an apprenticeship for her with a potioneer in London. Becky leapt at the chance to be free of her stepmother’s reign, though she knew that leaving would change her own status and limit contact with her brother. Still, she leapt at the chance to return to the life she had so hoped to have, and so by the time James returned for the summer holidays, it was to find a house in which Rebecca Grey wasn’t.

❧ Becky is frequently seen in both Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley as she runs errands for her employer

❧ Becky was brought up in the middle class. This may be noted in her speech and deportment

❧ Becky left Hogwarts after her fifth year

❧ Becky has a rocky relationship with her stepmother and step-sisters

❧ Becky's mother was an unschooled witch
Played By: Kayte

Contact: PMs to @'Aldous Crouch'

Plot Preferences:


❧ I am almost always down for throwing characters together if you have some sort of 'hook' for me because...

❧ I don't care for "meet & greet" threads and if I find myself in one, am prone to causing explosions.

❧ For planned (non-open) threads, I prefer to have a vague idea of setting and potential goals, but the the understanding that those goals may not come to pass—characters can be dicks that way ;)

I do not pre-plan romance. Even if my character is happily married, there should always be the understanding that this can change!

I prefer fade-to-black for sexual situations. I don't have anything against smut per se, but I would rather write no smut than bad smut!

❧ I am a teacher who also volunteers with young children. Student-professor relationships are firm no-go areas for me.

❧ My posts typically range in length from 100 to 300 words. They will sometimes be longer and sometimes shorter, depending on what the thread demands.

❧ Please give me a heads up if you intend on anything that can damage my character's reputation or send them into mourning!


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The look she gave the man was at first confused, and then wary. One did not come to Knockturn Alley unless one had a very specific need to do so; the corner one had to turn from its more vibrant cousin was not at all inviting, and the very feel of the air on these streets was almost oppressively dreary. How, then, could he have arrived here by accident? He could not, Becky decided, which meant he was either addled or trying to distract her, both of which could prove a threat to her purse or person.

"We are in London," she returned cautiously, gripping more tightly to her still-empty basket as though he might try to raid it. "Knockturn Alley, to be precise. As to anything more specific, well&mdash;" the brunette gestured about them with her free hand. Many of the signs were obscured by generations of wear and grime, but some were still clear enough to be read with little difficulty.