In-Character
Full Name: Rhoda Ebba Morris nee CutmoreNicknames: Rho (to most people), Ebbie, Eb, Ebs (to... well, the dead)
Birthdate: December 21st 1866
Current Age: 29 Years
Gender: Neither/nonbinary (perceived female)
Occupation: Hogsmeade Hospital Mediwitch
Reputation: 6
Their reputation took a hit twice when they not only eloped some years ago, but did so with an unregistered werewolf; however, now that they’ve been home a solid year and half and are publicly acknowledged as widowed, they’ve managed to get some of it back… but it’s likely their reputation will never recover fully, ever again.Residence: South Bartonburg, Hogsmeade in their BIL's home
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw alum '78-'83
Wand: yew, 12.5", slightly yielding, two phoenix flight feathers
Blood Status: Pureblood
Social Class: (upper) Working
Family:
Ralph Morris, Husband; 1866-189XAppearance:
Josiah Cutmore, Father; 18XX-1891
Florence Cutmore nee Taylor, Mother; 18XX-1866
Flossie Lewis nee Cutmore, Sister; 1860-18XX*
- - - - - Lewis, BIL; b. 1863
- - - - - Lewis, Nephew; b. 1878-1881**
- - - - - Lewis, Nephew; b. 1883-1886**
(*sister’s date of death is dependent on when her youngest son is born, as she died in childbirth)
(**age ranges, since Rho was not around when either were born)
History:General | Tall and willowy is how nicer people would describe Rhoda Morris, but in all truth she is frail and as curveless as a girl-child – that this has, or will ever, bother them. Their hair is dark, normally black in appearance but can be brown under orange light sources, and their green eyes stand out in stark contrast. Their skin as a honeyed glow to it, even during the winter months when they aren’t getting as much sun, and their freckles are a light brown that sometimes vanish when their skin becomes sun-kissed in the warmer months.
Deportment | Rho floats through life with an attitude that borders on lackadaisical; they do not mince their words, they do what must be done, and do not waste time on anything that isn’t within their few, select interests. They often appear a touch drowsy, with drooping or half-lidded eyes and a slouched, overly relaxed posture; after watching them sit still like that for so long, it can be shocking to see the natural grace in which they do move about. Despite their lanky frame, they are deceptively strong, though they rarely have a chance to show-off (besides, occasionally, giving in and carrying their older nephew around). They don’t really talk with their hands, choosing instead to tilt their chin or head in directions if so needed – they’re every move seems a conservation of energy on their part, both mental and physical.
Fashion | Instead of being fashionable or practical, Rho tends towards… more eccentric styles of dress: meaning neutral, bland colors and overly baggy clothes; what they can afford within their working class means, that is. They like layers, too, and can come off as dressed somewhat sloppily outside of work – and maybe, on a few occasions, this type of dress has confused others' perception of their gender (but, obviously, that was not on purpose, right? …right?) Of course, they dress appropriately for work, but otherwise the only sensible items they wear are black flats and sturdy, practical boots. For work they will wear their short hair up in the loosest definition of a bun but, begrudgingly, when they go out they just slap on a hat for propriety's sake – otherwise they like to wear their hair down and loose and will gladly take any opportunity to not up it up.(by Merlin do they miss the days they didn’t have to worry about this bullshit)
Handiness | Right-handed
Scent | Ground spices and medicinal herbs
Distinguishing Characteristics | While an overall striking person, the most noteworthy thing about them is likely the fact how they keep their black waves chopped at shoulder-length.
Face Claim | Heather Kemesky
1866 On the winter solstice – the longest night of the year – in a rather dramatic fashion, as one life comes into the world, another is snuffed out; Florence Cutmore, wife of Josiah Cutmore, has complications in her home birth and dies shortly after giving her husband another daughter. (The ever suspicious mother of Josiah Cutmore will always claim she knew this would happen, as one single crow cawed outside the home earlier that day). In the aftermath, Josiah leaves the naming his new babe to the child’s grandmother – she’s named Rhoda, after an aunt who died in childhood. 1867-1870 Josiah, despite pressures from all sides, does not remarry and chooses to try his own hand at raising his daughters (with the help of the old women on his street). Rho’s childhood is… turbulent. When her father is about, she and her sister get along rather well and she has more free reign to go play with the neighborhood children and dirty her clothes while digging up any plants that tickle her fancy; when Father is gone and the elderly hags take turns watching them, things in the home are… tense: her sister and her are given endless chores, kept indoors, and sounding spanked for any deviation from being a “proper lady”. Father is not… neglectful, per se, but when Rho first tried to go to him with complaints, he’d simply shrug and head for bed after telling her that was “women’s business”. Flossie falls in line better than Rho does, but that is likely because (as people are wont to remind her) her sister had a mother for part of her childhood and knows how to behave. Rho never has a proper female role-model, the old housewives and spinsters of her neighborhood lament to her father (trying to get him to remarry one of their daughters), and that is why she is going to become a disgrace to the family’s pureblood standing – they say this, as if being working class does not already make her family a disgrace to pureblood society… 1871-1877 A rift grows between her and Flossie, too, as her sister goes off to Hogwarts and comes back “responsible”; she starts to nag and push and, well, Rho shrugs her off. Sure, she means well, no doubt trying to make the house more peaceful, but Rho cannot feel bothered when no one has tried to do the same for her. She feels both jealous and relieved whenever her sister goes back off to school as years pass; unfortunately, in tandem, Father begins to work more and more hours to keep Flossie in school – and to prepare for when Rho joins her. Rho is handed over entirely to her Grandmother – who is, to say plainly, a nosy and traditional busybody – that mourns, daily, some great-great-grandfathers fall from the upper rungs of society and espouses hope that her granddaughters will go on to find good matches at Hogwarts and pull the family lineage out of the gutter (Rho is certain her grandmother’s newfound babysitter status is her father returning the favor for the money she has lent him for Flo’s school supplies). To fight this change is like fighting the pull of gravity when she fell out of a tree as a younger child: pointless (it’s equally as difficult to ignore her overly chatty grandmother, too). And so, as time drags on this way, Rho takes a back seat to life: if she cannot go out and play even when her chores are complete, then why bother learning to cook and sew and clean like Grandmother wishes? What’s the point in finishing her school work quickly – often to the chimes “you cannot have finished it that fast, Rhoda; do it again and correctly this time, please” – if she cannot go laze about the home she spent the morning before school cleaning?
Unsurprisingly, Rho – having grown bored of the schoolhouse as well – gets quite the reputation of being an obstinate, disobedient and lazy girl without a good head on her shoulders; the only thing she can seem to do right is keep the family’s meagre garden alive. As a December baby, her own Hogwarts letter is delayed, which in turn gives Father more time to save and Flossie time to get a job after graduating.
1878-79
First YearOne of the oldest in her class, Rho is sorted into Ravenclaw. Her working class status is obvious in all that she does: her hand-me-down robes, shoes, and poorly maintained, rented school supplies; she is the definition of a First Year Scholarship student. Only her wand, a birthday gift from her grandparents, is truly her own: she even got to go to Ollivander’s wand shop in Diagon Alley to pick it. In true House-fashion , she excels at all the classes in which she bothers to apply herself – which is to say, everything: it’s all intriguing and new. 1879-80
Second YearLike her sister before her, Rho is rewarded the Full Academic scholarship for her curiosity in her first year; unfortunately, the momentum does not quite last. She skips etiquette class a few times and, in subsequent detentions, meets a Gryffindor by the name of Ralph Morris in her year. He tries to enchant her lines as she sluggishly repeats the phrase their professor assigned and she kicks him under the table; this, of course, escalates and the two are given another day's worth of detention. When she returns home for summer break with poor grades trailing after, Father is… displeased, to say the least. He drags her out to get a job hawking newspapers on street corners – he hopes, loudly, that this will teach her responsibility, as she’s dressed up in trousers and a vest like a young boy, her long tresses pinned up high and hidden under a cap and then booted out the door before dawn. (Her grandmother had quite the conniption when she came home the first evening in her Father’s shadow, but… it was a liberating thing, to be out in the world – not to mention the clothes and the way people treated her differently, better in them; it was, well, wonderful and not even the fact her earnings when into the family coffer could bring her down). 1880-81
Third YearBy some miracle, Rho keeps a partial scholarship for her third year; it hurts the family and causes some tension with her sister – which, as with most things that require effort, she ignores as best she’s able. Going back to school and dresses and dress-robes was… unpleasantly unsettling for Rho; with each passing day, her body does not feel her own. This, she can’t ignore but… doesn’t know what to do about it. So, she starts researching and studying – and, that, in turn, boosts her grades again; she ends up reading a lot of medical texts in Hogwart’s library, trying to grasp a word for this wrongness inside of her, but, unfortunately, falls short. Ralph Morris is still around, too, hanging on her peripherals, too reckless and annoying but… somehow, he becomes a friend. It really sparks off when, as a working class boy, the two start to cross paths selling papers over the summer and he comments on how much better trousers suit her to skirts, especially because she seems so much more comfortable in them. (Their friendship is likely the only thing to keep Ralph in school - that and Rho’s willingness to lie and pretend she doesn’t know about the fights he jumps into constantly). 1881-82
Fourth YearFully funded once more by Hogwarts for high marks in her main courses, the only thing remarkable about the year is such: Rho must give up her newsie job – “it’s simply not proper for a girl, we’re lucky the police haven’t gotten involved yet,” or, in other words, when grandmother threatened to withdraw her support, Father obviously caved– in favor of getting something part-time where Flossie works. While the job furthers the sense of discomfort Rho feels with her own body and is horridly dull and boring, it does give her the chance to watch some young middle class bloke swing by on the daily to chat with her big sister (he seems vaguely recognizable, so he must be enrolled Hogwarts still) – barely buying anything when he does. Ralph writes to her over summer, asking what she plans to do with her life – challenges her, really, and starts a series of letters between the pair in secret (her first one tells him to stop writing to her, as it’s a waste of both their time, but he doesn’t stop and doesn’t let her lack of response bother him, so… it keeps on).1882-83
Fifth YearWhen Rho returns for her fifth year and her life falls into an easy pattern: she attends classes (begrudgingly so for etiquette), she and Ralph are often found in another’s company, she does little in preparation for classwork and scores high in homework nonetheless, devotes herself entirely to studying biology and medicine (often finding herself straying into the darker aspects of both, amongst other subjects), and does not bother with the trivial parts of school life such as drama, socializing, and clubs. Her free time consists of her lazing about – sometimes napping – with a book in her lap while Ralph practices his spells for pranks and dueling club these will be memories she treasures many, many years later. Her sister’s caller becomes a permanent fixture in their life as the summer months pass – he’s middle class fellow but he seems sincere when he comes about asking for Flossie’s hand in marriage. Father hesitates but Grandmother, nosy and hovering as she always is, is thrilled. The pair are engaged.
Then, as abruptly as he came into her life, Ralph is gone after Winter Break – there is no explanation and he stops returning her letters (yes, shocking: she wrote him) in the months to come. Life takes on a duller tone without him, so shocking in its sudden she feels adrift the rest of the year into summer. She cannot come back to Hogwarts – her family is poor and there is no point in her continued education despite her dazzling grades. (It’s fine; without Ralph there, she’s not sure she’d want to go back). Her sister’s wedding is a small summer affair and, after, the house feels empty when Flossie moves out – suddenly just Rho and her busy, busy Father.1884-1885 In spite of Grandmother’s wishes for Rho to focus on marriage and getting a good match – “like dear Flossie” – she instead packs up and goes to London after securing a spot in Mediwitch training in St. Mungo’s; there’s nothing really left for her at home: no Ralph, no friends, and it wasn’t like Father had time for her anymore with Flossie’s pregnancy announcement. She gets a room in a hovel of a boarding house that’s close enough to a Floo to get to work and life continues in its dull monotony… At least, in a field like medicine, work is never truly mind-numbing and stagnant. Halfway through her training, a late night call has her walking home in the dark of the new moon and she runs into the unthinkable: a back-alley brawl. Or, apparently, the end of it: the victors disperse, none the wise of her presence, leaving some poor sod bleeding on the old cobbles – normally, she’d keep going at that point, like anyone bone-tired and somewhat sensible would, but as the figure groans and curses his heart out, she recognizes him. It’s nice, in some unfortunate kind of way, to know that Ralph hasn’t changed too much.
After patching him up that night inside a nearby pub (and him walking her home), it's like the pair were never apart: Ralph moves into a room on her floor and the pair are often in one another’s company in the seasons to come. This Ralph, admittedly, is darker than the temperamental and feisty youth Rho knew in Hogwarts; he’s scarred, he runs with a rough crowd when she’s at work, and – though she never believed it possible – he’s even more willing to throw his weight into a fight than before. Still, as she spends almost half their time patching him back up, Rho is… intrigued. He’s got new brawn (albeit still a header shorter), new callouses, and there is a darkness lurking the depths of his eyes that would scare off other, gentler sorts, but, as he dresses her up in his old clothes for many a night on the town, she knows this is still her Ralph – her first friend.1886-1887 A year passes in such a manner and Rho feels happier, for the first time in a long time. She becomes a full mediwitch, Ralph is around, and, somehow (mostly luck), they’ve avoided scandal despite being so close to each other. Of course, she doesn’t take long to figure out the biggest change in the rascal who loiters in her life: he’s a werewolf. She tries not take offense at his startle when she broaches the subject one night, but honestly she is smart and the clues just add up: from the claw-like traits of some of his scarring, how not all of his injuries are caused by other parties, there’s bite marks on his left leg, and he’s so horridly haggard around the full moon; it’s all very plain to her. Begrudgingly, slowly – and likely because she threatens to withhold her medical expertise – he gives her to the whole spiel of the how and the why; it doesn’t really matter to her, not even the fact he’s unregistered with the Ministry. She agrees (read: volunteers), effortlessly, to help him in keeping this all under wraps – who better to help him, after all, than someone in the medical field? He’s slow to warm to the idea but, eventually, it strengthens the pair's connection – especially, when she in turn shares how… indifferent she feels to being a woman (she only really dislikes being seen as one because of how society treats them). His easy acceptance should be par for the course, but it still makes Rho feel… safe, and something else. As they grow closer, almost inseparable, that something dares to grow into… feelings. Of course, before she can approach the topic logically, the two were exposed by a surprise visit from her father; it causes quite the racket, how he catches her leaving Ralph’s room. Given the choice of telling the truth (that night before was the full moon and she’d come over to patch Ralph up in the aftermath once he’d dragged his sorry hide back from wherever he’d holed up prior) and lying, Rho lied: she and Ralph were involved. When her father confronted Ralph, he surprised her by agreeing to an engagement in order to save face (though, once the dust had settled, she supposed she shouldn’t have been too shocked that her partner in crime had her back). 1888 The engagement is supposed to be a quick affair to save face, so the wedding date is set for spring of 1889; meanwhile, very little changes for the two (even though Father does visit much, much more often). Rho keeps her job with Ralph’s loud, boisterous blessing – “not that you need my permission” – and Ralph’s rough crowd lands him a job in a poaching ring – “when will you stop underestimating my intelligence, Ralph? You obviously don’t get money in any legal fashion” – that not only pays well but allows him the flexibility to hide his condition…
Or so the two thought. Then a letter arrives at Rho’s door, no address, nothing to give away the sender as the ink takes a few moments to appear under candlelight. She is unimpressed by what she reads: blackmail; a large sum of money (something neither of them apart or together could ever hope to pay) to keep Ralph’s job and secret from Ministry officials and society at large, respectively, or else. Unsigned but given a due date for payment. Ralph is, naturally, spitting mad; he’s ready to go out and spend the next several days bashing heads and blooding his knuckles until he finds the snitch. Rho calms him down with the simple fact that such an act would draw too much attention – she won’t have him ousting himself. The two brainstorm all night; in the early dawn hours, Ralph grumbles about just moving away, how it would be easier to just leave… And Rho agrees. Why can’t they just leave? Go, start life anew: there’s a whole world out there for them to hide in. When he asks if she’d really do that for him, the answer is obvious – how could she not? Elopement would be the least of their crimes, especially when her display of loyalty as the pair of them falling into Ralph’s bed (who knew that something so simple was all it took to get the broad man going?)
Winter of 1888 By the time the due date – in the Winter – rolls around, Rhoda Cutmore and Ralph Morris are gone: they’ve paid off their leases, packed up everything, and vanished. When word spreads of the young Morris’ lycanthropy, letters have already arrived at Rho’s home, explaining the two have eloped. (And isn't that great? She finally gave up her job for a man, just like Grandmother wanted)
The dark, slumbering Winter wedding in Hungary suited the two of them much better, in her opinion.1888-1891 Deep in the Hungarian countryside, borderline with Croatia, the married Morris’ make a new life for themselves. Rhoda convinces (read: manipulates) an ancient, crippled apothecary to take her as his apprentice and Ralph gets work for local farmers – the rural locals find the pair odd, given Rhoda wears her husband’s clothes around the house and Ralph cannot be heard from for a few days out of each month, but being away from the city suits the couple. An old, white-haired witch on the village outskirts (who spends most of her days as white-scalped crow) is one of Rho’s patients – “don't want nothing to do with her,” the apothecary grumbles, spitting, “ain’t natural but she’s got more magic knowledge in her little finger than the village elders, so somebody’s got to keep her kicking” – and broaches the topic of Ralph’s ailment (Rho hides her surprise well, at least better than her husband did so long ago) unexpectedly one day: the old hag claims that the best way for someone to help a werewolf is to become an Animagi and then states more than asks if Rho isn’t one yet; when Rho confirms she is not, the gray witch offers to teach her. For Ralph, Rho agreed – and the ancient hag agreed not to tell another soul.
The two became quite close, especially as Rho took over the apothecary shop from the old man; under the woman’s watchful beady eyes, Rhoda delved deeper into the older, darker magicks she hoarded knowledge of as well. (She even started a garden of rather local deadly fauna in her free time, to which Ralph found great humor in, commenting something about how they both reflected the same kind of darkness.) The old woman gave her a phial and showed her where to store so it’d be bathed in moonlight and helped her hunt down a mandrake leaf – and the older Animagi helped her like that with each step: where to get dew, when an electrical storm would arrive, and learning the incantation. When all was said and done – two whole years and some change – Rho almost felt like it’d all been a waste of time… Then that first full moon after her first transformation came and Ralph escaped their concoction of chains and spells to keep him hidden, heading for the village. He almost attacked a poor little boy well out past his bedtime, but Rho in her Animagi form was faster and the two tousled – she came out triumphant and badgered the werewolf back home, where she managed to use his injured state to advantage in locking him away again. The day afterwards, even as they both treated each other’s wounds, though, Rho was relieved that it had paid off. Ralph was worried, of course, spooked no doubt he got out once and he made her promise she would not let him spread the curse – that she wouldn’t let him turn anyone else (“nobody deserves this hell,” he murmured, gripping her shoulders tightly) – and she, to appease him, agreed. Even as tension mounted in the village regarding a loose werewolf, she felt this solution would hold.1892 She should have been more careful; of course the villagers would scrutinize the two newest members of the population when it came to terrifying happenings – of course Ralph and herself would be more heavily watched, especially at night. One full moon, when a call to a heavily pregnant woman’s home had Rho running late, she realized this. She came inside to a bloodbath: a dead farmer and his young son torn to shreds, the youngest son crowering and injured on one side of the table, and Ralph – transformed – climbing over the other. Before she could shift and save him, Ralph had his teeth in the boy’s shoulder and the boy had a knife between his ribs; she broke them apart with snapping teeth and raised haunches, putting herself between them. Facing Ralph, she didn’t see (or have time to react to) the teen raising his wand – the curse had struck Ralph dead before she could think of what.
She changed back, likely from shock – stood there, in tattered clothes, in her ruined home. Her chest was so, so tight and she – she turned on the boy. She promised, promised Ralph, so she killed the boy like he’d killed her husband (he might have pleaded with her, might have cursed at her, but it was hard to hear over the buzzing, ring-ringing of her ears). She packed up what she could carry and torched the house – a very, truly hideous part of her guided her feet down to the village square (had this been planned? Was that why she had been called to that house so suddenly? Was everyone in on it? Would they have killed her too?) with her wand poised. The old gray witch met her there – “I felt something in the winds change, child, something bad” – and, honestly, her calming hand was all that stayed Rho’s own; with nothing to stay for, Rho left.1893-Present Rhoda hooked up as a traveling medic for a group of smugglers moving through Hungary into Germany and onwards to the British Isles – they need medical care for when their highly illegal activities come back to bite them (literally, in some cases) and Rho needs money. She dressed in the clothes of Ralph’s she grabbed and used his name and, though she distantly hoped becoming a man would alleviate not only her grief but how apathetic she is to her sex, nothing really changes. She threw herself into anything academic she can get her hands on instead, to drown out the empty feeling gnawing at her heart: she read poetry (and write some, too), muggle philosophy, and starts dabbling in poisons and dark magic (both of which might or might not be used to kill magical beasts for their pelts and other items). In the process, she settled on a simple truth: if she is not comfortable as either a woman or man, she must be something outside of them… and there were plenty of languages that have singular usage of what English considers plural pronouns; so they would do that. When the group foolishly stopped over in the British Isles, Rho saw the writing on the wall and slipped a few nights before the Ministry raided their hideout and shrugged off their male alias in order to avoid arrest. They get a job working at an apothecary shop and settle down for a while… Life is dull once more and Rho falls into a monotonous flow of days to weeks to months, sleeping whenever they weren’t working…
Then a letter arrives. The handwriting is unfamiliar, but the surname Lewis rings a bell; the contents clarify things. Flossie’s husband – Rho’s BIL – spells the circumstances of his clearly middle class writing: their sister passed some time ago while Rho was off “gallivanting” in Europe and he has recently fallen ill, too ill to care for his sons alone (Rho is surprised he does not speak of a nanny or another family member, but keeps reading) – he is desperate and in need of help. If they would return to England proper, to Hogsmeade, he would housethem and, in return, they would help him raise their nephews…
After half a year, Rho found themself back on magical English shores. It was then that their BIL shared his true reason for her arrival: his recently acquired lycanthropy. He could not afford the societal backlash and all its repercussions, such as the possibility of losing his sons – the last pieces of Flossie. It didn’t take a genius to understand the implications; Rho didn’t believe in coincidences. He hunted them down because he was hoping they would help keep his ailment a secret… to give him a chance at a normal life, which Ralph never got. With nothing to lose, they agreed, with one condition: they could have a job. In short order, Rho was back where they started: in England, working as a mediwitch for Hogsmeade Hospital.
Personality:
Rho carries themself with a certain type of nonchalance that some kindly few prescribe to mourning, to being recently widowed: half-lidded eyes, disinterested gazes and gestures, and a whispery tone of voice… However, those that knew them as a youth will remember these same things of a certain darkly-dressed Ravenclaw who did not and would not exert themself, let alone care, to do anything that was not in their narrow scope of interests. They are, without a doubt, brilliant in the few places they’ve specialized, such as plants (both muggle and magical), potions, and medicine… and possibly the darker arts regarding all of those. With such subjects, they show a persistence and almost dogmatic thirst for understanding, that it can often seem like somebody with a poly juice potion is masquerading as Rhoda Morris (though who would want to do that?). This is due to the simple fact they lack the motivation and drive to apply themselves to almost anything else in life – the only true expectation being what’s left of their family – and are not shy in rebuffing attempts to get them to do what they don’t want to. Despite no longer dressing in the gothic fashion of their Hogwart years, Rho has not lost interest in the deadly and truly macabre — they just keep it to themselves, because patients tend to find a mediwitch with too much interest in poisonous plants and odd ways to die a bit… unsettling and distressing.“Very few of us are what we seem.” - Agatha Christie
An Assertive Logician (INTP-A)
Chaotic Neutral || The Investigator (5w4) || Choleric
Other:
TALENTS
- Fluency: German, Hungarian
- Special abilities: Animagi (black ticked merle Croatian Sheepdog mix, retains their humanly green eyes and the curly hair of the dog breed clusters oddly, densely about their head and ears - almost in a hair-like fashion)
TRIVIA
- Boggart: The full moon
- Patronus: Maroon clownfish
- Pet(s): Barnabas (half-kneazle cat)
- Amortentia: That's private
RESUME
Position Duration Newsie Summers 1879-1881 Shop Employee School Breaks 1882-1884 St. Mungo's Trainee Mediwitch 1883-1884 St. Mungo's Mediwitch 1884-1888 Apothecary Apprentice [Hungary] 1888-1889 Apothecary/Local "Healer" [Hungary] 1889-1892 Hogsmeade Hospital Mediwitch 1894-Present
OLD ACADEMIC RECORDS
Class OWL NEWT Astronomy E N/A Charms O N/A Defense Against the Dark Arts O N/A Herbology O N/A History of Magic A N/A Potions O N/A Transfiguration E N/A
Out-of-Character
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Other Characters: Corinne Dursley, Eleanor Griffith, Joni Woodswell, Alastair Danaher
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Rhoda is rather detached from gender, but is perceived as female.
Personal narration/OOC is they/them; others IC use she/her.
