Nicknames: Ellie
Birthdate: September 25, 1870
Current Age: 22 Years
Gender: Female
Occupation: Seamstress at Gladrags Wizardwear
Reputation: 7
Residence: The Slums, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 12", cedar wood, unicorn hair core, flexible
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Working Class
Family:
Mr. --- Woodcroft | b. 1835 | Father
Mrs. — Woodcroft | b. 1842 | Mother
Mr Benjamin Woodcroft | b. 1861 | Brother
Miss --- Woodcroft | b. 1867 | Sister
Appearance: Ellie possesses the dark hair and eyes of her brother, with an oval-shaped face and full lips. She's often spotted with a warm, welcoming smile; it takes quite a lot to goad her into actually showing any irritation or anger. She stands at 5' 4" tall with a thin, willowy build. Although many of her clothes are hand-me-downs and otherwise nondescript, she uses her skills with embroidery to spruce them up where she can. Despite her father's recklessness with the family funds, she prefers to at least attempt to appear respectable. Ellie is right-handed.
History:
1870-1876 | Young Ellie has a quiet, if somewhat lonely childhood. The family owns and runs the Three Broomsticks inn, and though Hogsmeade itself is hardly a bustling metropolis in these years, the young girl is fascinated by the many travelers that pass through and cannot resist peppering them with questions, no matter how often her mother scolds her. Her big doe eyes and perpetual grin do much to endear her to the targets of her curiosity.
1877 - 1880 | In 1877, her father loses the Three Broomsticks in an ill-advised game of cards, though Ellie is too young to really understand the situation. All she knows is that they're forced to move to a much smaller, less interesting house, and Mother is crying an awful lot these days. As the years go by and she grows older and more perceptive, Benji and her father's fights become more and more frequent, and she finds herself acting as a buffer between the two. When he isn't fighting with Papa, Benji is full of smiles, and Ellie wishes she saw that side of him more often when he's home from Hogwarts.
1882 | Ellie at last goes to Hogwarts herself, and is sorted into Hufflepuff.
1885 | Though Ellie has managed to stay in school through her third year thanks to partial academic scholarships, the summer before her fourth year her mother informs her that the family coffers have run too low to afford the tuition. Ellie is old enough now to be resentful of her father's reckless gambling, but largely keeps her misgivings to herself for the sake of her mama's sanity. By now Benji has moved out, and she misses her eldest brother terribly. She wastes no time in securing a seamstress position at Gladrags in order to support the family – she had always had a knack for sewing and embroidery; might as well put it to good use. It doesn't hurt that having an excuse to leave home every day makes it easier to see her brother without the tension looming at home.
1889 | Benji and Papa have another blowout fight over the Three Broomsticks. Though she still loves her brother dearly, part of her wishes he could just let it go for the sake of the family. She's perceptive enough to know that voicing such sentiments aloud would be a waste of breath, however, and settles for meeting up with Benji in town when she can.
Present | Much of Ellie's life in recent years has been spent walking on eggshells, doing her best to keep the peace within her family. She's a patient girl, but even a Hufflepuff has her limits, and she's begun to wonder if she would be happier out from under her family's roof and all the baggage that comes with it.
Personality: KIND-HEARTED – CREATIVE – IDEALISTIC – PEOPLE-PLEASER
Sample Roleplay Post:
Ellie's smile grew as Wells rose to his feet, mirroring his own. Perhaps it was silly of her to wonder if he might refuse her -- but Ellie couldn't help but feel she had fallen through the looking glass, everything at once familiar and strange to her now. With one last glance over her shoulder to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted, she set off along the winding sidewalk. It didn't really matter to the brunette where exactly they went, as long as it was away from the others. Dr. Mari's demonstrations that morning had been mortifying enough -- if she had to attempt this with an audience as well, Ellie was sure she would drop dead of embarrassment before she could even finish a sentence.
Of course, the lack of prying eyes and ears didn't make finding the right words any easier. As they walked side-by-side, she itched to reach for his hand, but that was almost certainly too forward of her; instead, she folded them behind her, fingers interlocking to prevent any reckless gestures. What, exactly, was someone supposed to say to a friend who wasn't quite a friend anymore? And… if they didn't feel the same… how were you supposed to carry on from that? Should she even be the one to broach the subject, or leave it to him? Goddess, why did this have to be so hard?
Ellie cleared her throat, trying to fend off the tendril of nerves that was slowly winding its way around her neck, squeezing the air from her. "I'm exhausted, aren't you?" she ventured, glancing up at Wells. "I don't think I imagined it would all be so… hands-on."
There. That seemed safe enough to start with.
Age: 30
Contact: PM, Discord (missquote#1120)
Other Characters: None at the moment
How did you hear about us?: I've always been lurking under the floorboards.
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