In-Character
Full Name: Insolence Elfriede WakefieldNicknames: Multiple attempts have been made to give herself one. None have caught on.
Birthdate: April 23rd, 1869
Current Age: Twenty-Three Years
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Department for the Regulations & Control of Magical Creatures Secretary; Aspiring Novelist
Reputation: 7. Speculated to be a bastard, but not confirmed. Yet.
Residence: South Bartonburg, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Slytherin Alumna ('87)
Wand: Fir, 9 inches, Dragon heartstring, Rigid
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family:
None of Insolence's family members are biological relatives—except from Auntie, who claims to be a distant cousin. Her biological family is wholly unknown to her. Auntie tells everyone that she is the daughter of her widowed distant cousin who died in childbirth—although it is an unspoken given that this not the case.Appearance:
Clara Wakefield, "Aunt" [1830]
Perfidy Wakefield, Sister [18XX]
Enmity Wakefield, Sister [1867]
Luna Wakefield, Sister [1869]
Mal Wakefield, Sister [1871]
Wrath Wakefield, Sister [1874]
Vanity Wakefield, Sister [18XX]
Avarice Wakefield, Sister [1875]
Envy Wakefield, Sister [18XX]
History:Insolence possesses the beauty of a gently-bred woman but none of the grace. Her features are striking and her eyes bright, but she slouches an often wears her honey blonde hair in styles that do her no favor. She claims she prefers the practical to the pretty, but in truth she means she prefers the comfortable. Her Ministry uniform is of higher quality than her Sunday best, not for lack of finances but a lack of care (although she claims that she probably would dress nicer if her job paid better. Nobody believes her).
Despite caring little for her dress, Insolence is aggressively clean. She'll scrub her skin to the point of redness, and every Christmas and birthday perfumes and soaps are at the top of her list. She carries her handkerchiefs like little security blankets and will offer them to anyone who she feels might intrude upon her bubble with their grime.
Although she possesses a wand, she does not use it regularly. She is right-handed.
1869 | Insolence is born somewhere, at some time, to some woman who, for some reason, decides she cannot take care of a child. At some point, Insolence ends up at the home of Clara Wakefield, who somehow believes that Insolence is an appropriate name for a baby girl. (It is not). Her only saving grace is having a sisters named Perfidy and Enmity, which are—somehow—worse.Personality:
1870-1875 | More children are added to the Wakefield household. Some are babies, and some area already walking and talking. The ones that arrive with existing names are given nicknames to suit the family's ominous naming conventions, while the babies are christened with names that earn them the side-eye every Sunday at church. Insolence is too young to remember their arrivals.
1876 | While struggling with her arithmetic one day, Insolence gets frustrated enough that she accidentally lights her parchment on fire. She broods about it for the rest of the day, refusing to celebrate her first sign of magic when she still can't multiply her numbers!
1880 | Insolence and Luna go to Hogwarts, and Insolence is sorted into Slytherin while Luna goes to Ravenclaw. Despite initially feeling out-of-place, she comes to consider the common room her safe place and her house-mates some of her closest friends. She doesn't thrive in any particular magical discipline; she does well at essay-writing, but struggles with practical magic. She doesn't have much drive her first year, instead spending it on making friends and getting used to being away from home. One good talking-to in the latter half of the year brings her marks up, but she still isn't near the top of her class.
1881 | In her second year, Insolence gets her first kiss on a dare. She tells the boy to his face how terrible his breath was, and later in the day her pillowcase ends up jinxed, causing her hair to stick to it. The ends have to be cut off, and Insolence angry-cries for the rest of the week. The culprit is never discovered, the boy being deemed "not advanced enough" to have cast the jinx himself.
1882 | Third year comes and goes. She adds Ancient Runes and Divination to her roster—both terrible choices, and for opposite reasons. Ancient Runes is hard, and Insolence has neither the patience nor the drive to to succeed once she gets her first paper. Divination, on the other hand, seems lousy and fake. She earns high marks, not because she actually does well, but because she becomes an expert bullshitter at the ripe young age of thirteen.
1883 | Insolence is sent to the local Hogsmeade Hospital after a particularly awful virus. One of its symptoms was the inability to stop telling people how she really felt about them. After telling one of her sisters that she thought she was an annoying little toad who ought to braid her hair differently, Insolence shuts up for the rest of the week.
Spring, 1886 | After hours of studying and even more of crying over her textbooks, Insolence sits for her OWLs alongside the other fifth years. It is the most comradery she's felt towards any of them in years—the shared pitying glances, the look of utter fear as they exit the exam halls, and tiny nods in solidarity they make when someone inevitably explodes a cauldron during their potion OWL. She even eats lunch with students from outside her house, finding an unexpected friend in more than one of them. Her scores arrive in the summer and they're not as awful as she could have imagined. She decides to continue onto her NEWTs with four classes: History of Magic, Charms, Herbology, and Astronomy.
Winter, 1886 | Insolence enters in a four-month long letter exchange with a boy—well, technically a man—she met over the summer. She is convinced that she is going to marry him, and they even plan to run away together over Christmas holiday. He understands her like no one else, and she can't envision being without him... until she tries to follow through with their plans, showing up at Padmore Park on Christmas Eve, and he doesn't show. He never writes to her again, ignoring all of her letters.
1887 | Insolence graduates from Hogwarts, thankfully. Still torn up from the previous winter, she spends her first summer inside Aunt Clara's home, moping and brooding. She takes to writing, mostly sad poetry that ends up in the bin before being completed. She begins to write a novel—a murder mystery featuring a victim with the same name as her former beau—and it becomes the first piece of writing that she actually finishes. Well. Finishes-ish, because after finishing it she promptly shelves it, declaring that it needs tons of editing before it will be worthy of a second pair of eyes.
1888 | Aunt Clara convinces her to be of use after months of shutting herself up in her room. She goes to the Ministry, intending to apply for a departmental position, but is accidentally interviewed for a secretarial position. Her initial instinct is outrage, but then she reminds herself that the only reason she applied was to appear useful by day so she can continue writing by night. She takes the position when it is offered... and then quickly falls into the rhythm of working all day, being exhausted by the time she gets home, and never touching her writing.
1890 | Insolence nearly dies of a magical bug. She doesn't remember much of it, but uses it as an anecdote frequently enough to warrant mention in the Story of Her Life, an unpublished and unwritten memoir that's she does intend to put on paper one day. You know, once she gets around to editing her mystery to be published.
1892 | Life is dull. She hates to admit it, but it is. Day after day she goes to work, returns home to some kind of bickering, bathes, brushes out her hair, sits down at her desk to write, and is promptly overcome with exhaustion the moment she lifts her quill. To say she craves adventure would be an overstatement, but what about variety? Is that too much to ask for?
Grouchy. Cynical. Impulsive. Quick to jump to conclusions. Sensitive. Hardworking. Perfectionist. Sharp-witted. Not afraid of confrontation and quick to call out injustices. Deeply feminist. Secretly insecure.Other:
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Out-of-Character
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