thanks to her father's powerful reputation and plenty of money greasing some palms, the reason that elisabeth was thrown out of the finishing school she was going to in paris, france is a total mystery. when asked, society would be told that her family didn't think it was a good fit for her and that's why they pulled her out and sent her to stay with her uncle and aunt in england to attend the pendergast school for young roses to finish instead. however, i imagine still people might wonder how true that is and make up theories, so i think her reputation may drop down one point to start with - further plots might change things.

as of july 1893, elisabeth is a ward of --- rosier and his wife, living with them in their home in wellingtonshire, hogsmeade. but prior to that she was brought up living in château de champagne located in champagne, france, which was a massive vineyard with beautiful gardens and produces much of the grapes that the french magical society uses for their wine and champagne.

elisabeth attended académie de magie beauxbâtons for 4 years, then a magical finishing school in paris, france for 1 year.

immediate
father: françois sagacité champagne [b. 1839]
mother: beatrice luna champagne née nott [b. 1852]
brother: narcissus régis champagne [b. 1871]
brother: laurent honore champagne [b. 1875]
brother: alexandre valeur champagne [b. 1881]
brother: jean-marie paix champagne [b. 1888]

paternal
the rest of the champagne family lives primarily in france, but has ties to germany, italy, & switzerland as well.

maternal
uncle: --- --- rosier [b. 1857]
aunt: ophelia astra rosier née nott [b. 1859]
cousin: Dorian Rosier [b. 1876]
cousin: --- --- rosier [b. 1879]

face claim: loren gray
ethnicity: caucasian
height: 170 cm
weight: 54 kg
build: thin, but with slight curves
eyes: bluish-grey
hair colour: platinum blonde
hair style: up in silk or satin ribbons
distinguishing features: as a subtle sign of rebellion against her mother, as well as just obvious vanity, elisabeth uses beauty charms to make her cheeks and lips slightly more rosy, but not enough to make it look like she is actually wearing any makeup.

scent: fleurs de bulgarie

demeanor: elisabeth was raised to be poised, graceful, and otherwise elegant with all that she does - polite smiles, gliding as she walks, charming laughter, and always mindful of proper etiquette as to not make a nuisance of herself, however, she has been known to let some of it slide when she's in private company with her brothers, cousins, or close friends that don't mind it. when she is telling a lie, she tends to play with her hair, whether it be fixing her bow or just twirling it around her finger. though she tries to mask it, it sometimes shows a little on her face when she's thinking something different than how she's behaving, for example, when she politely smiles you may see a flicker of judgment on her face or a faint smirk when she's overly amused.

fashion: elisabeth has always been a vain one, perhaps due to her mother's obsession with treating her daughter like a perfect doll and her father spoiling her with all the latest fashions mentioned in witch weekly or on the fashion plates no matter the cost. when shopping with her mother, she tends to favor the pale lavenders, blues, and pinks, but wouldn't turn down a darker color should it be particularly in fashion or required to look appropriate for an occasion. no matter what gowns she wears, if she's allowed to, two common pieces of jewelry she wears is a delicate locket necklace that contains a picture of her parents when they were young and just married, which was given to her by her mother before she left for wellingtonshire and a sapphire poison ring that, while contains no actual poison, is an important champagne family heirloom that she treasures.

early childhood
1877 - 1888
it is a tradition in my family to bless each child with a virtue, something our parents strive for us to be when we grow up. for my eldest brother, narcissus, it was regality - he was to be the future heir of the whole champagne empire and would inherit nearly everything when our parents passed on. then there was my brother, laurent, who was expected to be honorable, and i believe he shows this on and off the pitch, having adored quidditch since we were young and always making sure that the joy of the game is more important than the results. my brother, alexandre, on the other hand couldn't be less athletic if he tried - he was a squealy, bashful little thing and our parents wished him to have valor. perhaps he'd get over his timid nature and be the kind of courageous hero type who'd win a series of duels... but mostly he stays cooped up in his room and prefers books to people. of course, one could not forget the baby, jean-marie, whom was given the virtue of peace - the sweetest boy, gentle as a flower, perhaps they learned after alexandre you cannot force a man to be brutal or strong if he does not wish to be. of course, there is me, elisabeth, the only daughter - i was blessed with the virtue of grace and i did not let my parents down in their hopes for me.

from the time i could walk and form sentences of my own, i was taught to have poise, grace, be able to walk with a book on my head, be sociable in company that wished me to speak and to hold my tongue when in company that did not. my mother had me on a strict schedule - etiquette lessons, piano, violin, voice, languages, and so forth - all to ensure i would someday be the kind of woman that would find a desirable suitor. i say my mother had me on this schedule, but that's only half true - i was primarily raised by my governess as my mother was too busy being a socialite to really pay me much mind; especially as my father needed her to travel with him as he made business deals in other countries. but, my mother would have my governess's head should she let me fall from my studies. my mother wasn't all bad, though, as she prevented my father from betrothing me the moment i opened my eyes as an infant. she never had the choice of who to marry, so perhaps she wanted me to have that.

life wasn't all work and no play, either - just most of it was. my brothers and i would often play in the garden, hiding among the flowers and even helping squish grapes in the vineyard when the servants weren't shooing us away. our cousins would come to visit during the holidays, bringing a kind of life to château de champagne that usually wasn't there. things changed a bit when my brothers went off to beauxbâtons - narcissus believed he was too good for us now, especially as father now found him old enough to discuss business with. laurent was willing to play with me still, as he never minded my company, but the things he wanted to play, such as quidditch, were not appropriate for proper young ladies and so he tended to stay with the other boys.



académie de magie beauxbâtons
1888 - 1892
by the time it was my turn to attend beauxbâtons for the first time, my eldest brother was starting the year he was to take his mid-level examinations, which he ultimately passed with ease, and laurent was finally moving past the beginner things and was getting quite the attention on the quidditch pitch. it often felt like i had a lot to live up to, though nobody really expects much from a lady - as long as she can serve tea and look pretty she can be a mooncalf for all anyone cares. nevertheless, i didn't let this knock the wind out of me and i got to work. at beauxbâtons, alchemy is taught alongside potions and it was something that came naturally to me. due to my experience in my family’s gardens, herbology wasn’t such a hard class either, though i didn't quite like to get very dirty. while my transfiguration spells left something to be desired, my charms usually worked out well.

my fondest years, i believe, were the four years i spent at beauxbâtons and i shall never forget them. it was a time where i was free to, encouraged to learn all that i could and follow my dreams and ambitions. i don’t think i will ever make it to be as well regarded as monsieur flamel, whom the fountain on the grounds of the school is named after, but if i could just do one thing of note in the field of potions or alchemy, i think i’d feel at peace. my eldest brother always thought it was a waste of time, for you see, he believes a woman’s place is beside her husband, not hovering over a cauldron, and while laurent isn’t quite as blunt about it, he still believed i was getting in over my head. my father certainly thought so and so my summers were filled with more music lessons, etiquette classes, tea parties, helping my mother's charity projects, and so forth. things that were more suitable to my station. while i really enjoyed these more feminine activities, i didn't enjoy what they represented - inequality.

not all the men in my life were awful, mind you - i had a few male friends i was allowed to associate with in my younger years and there was my cousin, dorian. his mother is my aunt ophelia and they live in the wizarding village of hogsmeade, located in scotland. like me, he was a natural at potions and while hogwarts did not teach alchemy the way beauxbâtons did, he was made to study it by his parents and found he enjoyed it as well. the two of us often exchanged letters, theories, ideas, and so forth about our shared interests and he was one of the few men who didn’t make me feel lesser for being a woman. of course, i do wonder whether or not he would ever support women’s rights in a more public setting, as he is the heir of his own family and if there was anything i understood about narcissus, it was that heirs were to follow strict rules and couldn't think for themselves.

it was difficult knowing my fourth year at beauxbâtons would be my last as i had enjoyed it so much and i wanted to be able to earn credit for my mid-level exams as my elder brothers had and as alexandre and jean-marie would in the future. but, mother made it clear that at the end of the summer i would be attending académie bellerose pour jeunes filles, a finishing school for half-blood and pureblood witches in paris, france. so, i spent my final year at beauxbâtons studying all that i could and enjoying my time with friends of mine that would not be joining me. at least, being sweethearts, alexandre and dorian both said they'd send me books and things to study while i was away at finishing school so i wouldn't miss being at beauxbâtons too terribly.



académie bellerose pour jeunes filles
1892 - 1893
if i ever thought my mother was strict in what she taught me to act like when i was young, it was nothing compared to how we were meant to conduct ourselves at bellerose. the first few months were exactly how i imagine hell to be described - many girls would curl up in their blankets at the end of the night to weep because they missed a curtsy or spoke out of turn. we were told it was to weed out the ones who would never make it, as there was only so much space at bellerose and many ladies both foreign and local wanted to attend. but, it still seemed to be a harsh system that made me yearn for the peace of beauxbâtons.

i was often punished, myself, because i am told i am far too outspoken and don’t know when to hold my tongue, but i think i have gotten better at it. it is much better to keep silent while you think those wretched thoughts in your head - at least you can plan for retaliation instead of impulsively doing something foolish. one of the times i spoke out of turn was defending my roommate and my dearest friend at bellerose, lucille. lucille was one of the ones who didn’t do so well in the beginning and was constantly punished; i was one of the few who seemed to have the lack of decorum to call our instructors out about it. she once told me that my friendship was the only thing keeping her from going back home in tears - as sad as that was, i cherished that.

we grew close over the year and would often help one another whenever we thought our instructors were being particularly rough on us. but… perhaps we grew a bit too close and it’s the truth to why i was thrown out of bellerose, not whatever story my father tells. i have to admit i don’t understand much about love or romance, as while i think my father may love my mother and my mother may love my father, they never had been overly affectionate with one another. my brothers aren’t of courting age yet and anything beyond that is, of course, inappropriate for my delicate sensibilities to be hearing about. but i knew i cared deeply for lucille and it was in a way i don’t think i had felt before, at least not toward another lady, and that is why the eve of the coming out ball for the graduating class of bellerose, i kissed her. perhaps i was wrong about letting down my parents.

i could not tell you how long the kiss lasted, only that we had been laying side by side on my bed when we were pulled from each other and found ourselves in the office of our headmaster being yelled at for deviancy. our parents arrived not long after and it was then we were both informed we had been expelled from bellerose. lucille cried as her parents told her that we’d never see one another again and i cried as my father blamed my mother for everything - she coddled me, allowed me too much freedom, and so on. in the end, my father made a deal that i would be quietly removed from the school and if anyone asked, it simply was not a fit for me, nobody would know about what we had done. my reputation would not be stained and as for lucille, her name would be wiped clean if only to protect me, but otherwise we were never to associate again, not even by letters.



pendergast school for young roses
1893 - present
judging by how my brothers treat me, i don’t think they know the truth about why i am leaving home to stay with aunt ophelia. my mother only frowns when she sees me though, and my father decided that my mother was wrong to not have me betrothed, so he found me a match with one of narcissus’s older friends. i have not met him properly, but already i worry that he will never love me the way i need to be loved. nevertheless, i am doing my best to enjoy my summer. my aunt ophelia’s family came to stay for the summer, which is nice. i will be going back to wellingtonshire with dorian come july in order to get accustomed to living there. then, when the term starts again, i shall be going to the pendergast school for young roses with a stern warning that i am to behave myself, a locket from my mother, cuddles from little jean-marie, and a stomach ache. we shall have to see, won’t we?

strengths: ambitious, charming, eloquent, graceful, intelligent, resourceful, responsible, romantic, shrewd, vivacious

weaknesses: finicky, judgmental, outspoken, materialistic, petty, sarcastic, sly, stubborn, vain, vindictive

likes: abraxan, alchemy, chocolate, fancy gowns, fashion, flowers, gardens, gossiping, greek & roman literature, ice skating, listening to her father talk business, leisure sports, mooncalves, music, politics, potions, ribbons, society events, stargazing, tea with a lot of sugar in it, the color lavender, travelling to germany, italy, & switzerland, unicorns, winter weather, writing letters

dislikes: being talked down to, being talked over, being told it's more important to look pretty than to have brains, dreary days, insects & arachnids, knowing she will never inherit like her brothers, leaving beauxbâtons for finishing school, losing any competition, out of tune instruments, pigeons, talk of betrothal, the smell of strong alcohol & cigars, the world's sexism

fears: a class drop, a reputation drop, her father's hush money isn't enough & people will know why she was thrown out of the finishing school in paris, marrying a man who doesn't understand her, never amounting to much & wasting away as a socialite

goals: do more charity work to help the underprivileged, help women get the right to vote among other rights, invent a new potion or alchemy based creation, marry a man who loves & understands her, raise a daughter to be independent & feminist

habits: assumes most men are going to annoy her until proven otherwise, gossips with other girls & loves drama, hums or sings to herself, keeps a diary written in disappearing ink, plays with her hair or ribbons when lying, preens in the mirror whenever she has the opportunity, prefers speaking french when possible, silent conversations with dorian by exchanging glances, sore loser when competing, storming off & giving the silent treatment when angry, taps her nails when thinking, wishes on stars

hobbies: ballroom dancing, brewing potions, daydreaming, fashion, going to society events that she's invited to, helping her mother with charity work, learning new things, leisure sports, playing the piano, playing the violin, reading, singing, shopping, stargazing, taking walks through the vineyard, travelling to visit friends/family in germany, italy, & switzerland, writing letters

— skills —

01. fairly good at badminton & lawn tennis
02. fluent in english, french, & latin, passible in italian & swiss-french, knows a few things in german & swiss-german
03. highly proficient in alchemy & potions, maintaining an O for 4 years
04. plays the violin, piano, & has had voice lessons

— trivia —
amortentia: an indistinguishable scent of potions, freshly fallen snow, & lavender
boggart: herself as a bored, socialite housewife like her mother
clubs: ---
electives: ---
patronus: swan
pets: étoile, snowy owl & princesse, persian cat
religion: agnostic
romantic orientation: biromantic
sexual orientation: bisexual
zodiac sign: taurus

Elisabeth felt a wee bit like a cupcake, dressed in a frilly, baby pink gown, matching ribbons in her hair, and some of the finest pearls in her mother’s collection adorning her neck, but her mother had simply insisted that she look as elegant and ladylike as possible in order to win Mr. Fairchild over. As her lady's maid tightened her corset far more than usual, to the point where she was sure that she’d stop breathing, she wondered if maybe her brother had the right idea in running away from home before they subjected him to this mess. If only she had the courage to do it - but, alas, it was too late now and she’d have to put on a happy face if she planned on not completely embarrassing her family by failing at wooing Mr. Fairchild. Though, it was of her own opinion, that her loudmouth father and his public disdain for Mr. Fairchild’s mother having a position of power rather than being her husband’s personal servant, did that all on his own.

She had been idly wandering around the tea room until she’d been told to sit still and be a lady by her chaperone just in time for Matthew to join her. Elisabeth thought he was quite beautiful, she would give him that; he had golden hair and bright green eyes, like straight out of a fairytale, and that smile of his, it was far too charming for his own good. She was well versed in how the most beautiful of creatures could be the most deadly, so she would keep her wits about her. “They’re lovely, thank you, Mr. Fairchild,” she spoke as she graciously accepted the bouquet before handing them off to one of the maids to find a suitable vase to put them in. “It is quite wonderful to meet you as well. Please, if you’d like you may call me Elisabeth, or Elise, as we’re meant to be friendly, no?” They both took their seats and she made a note of the look that her chaperone gave her - it seemed perhaps she was being a bit too friendly.

Elisabeth recalled her etiquette training to know how to properly ask him about his tea preferences and pour his cup without spilling a drop - to swallow down the tea without as much sugar as she would have preferred because she didn’t want to look insane by putting five whole cubes in her teacup before they even had a chance to talk properly. “I do hope your trip here was agreeable. I find portals endlessly fascinating, but not the greatest on the stomach,” she winced, as motion sickness was hardly the topic to start with when one was trying to prove to be a worthy bride. She tried to salvage it by offering him yet another tea sandwich as a distraction from what she had just said, “Do, please tell me about your work. Do you work in the Council like your mother and your brother? I can’t understand it much, but I will do my best to keep up.” As I have a small, woman brain that cannot think deep thoughts, she thought with heavy sarcasm to herself all while daintily sipping her slightly sweetened tea, smiling sweetly, and keeping her doe eyes trained on Matthew.