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[/b][/div]effie teagan wilde
twenty-four ▪ other ▪ emily blunt
INDEPENDENT, INTELLIGENT, WITTY, SLY, FEARLESS
There are few things I hate as much as discussing my own personal life. It’s not that I’m ashamed of myself. I just prefer to leave the past behind me. I don’t have some type of horrid, awful past! Not at all! As far as histories go, mine’s fairly typical. I’m just at a very, very different place in my life now. Reflecting backward can be almost painful. I find myself longing for a time when things were as simple as they were. Let’s get on with it then. I’ll go ahead and tell you.
I was an only child in a pureblooded wizarding family. I was raised in a mildly lavish home near Brighton. My mother loved to go to the beach and many of my early memories consist of time spent with my parents on picnics beside the water. My parents were very loving, very compassionate people. My mother, particularly, had this love of life that was awe-inspiring. It wasn’t until I was about six years old that things started to change. My father worked with the ministry and did a lot of work internationally. He was a sort of correspondent, I suppose. Anyway, he started to get mixed up with some of the wrong people. He started to owe money and he tried to keep it a secret. My mother very clever though. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what was going on.
There was a period where things started to get sort of messy. We ended up losing our home and moving to London where we got a two-bedroom flat. We sold a lot of our belongings. My parents tried to hide what was going on from me. Looking back, I would have thought that they would have fought. They were going through this huge life-change. But, in reality, they didn’t fight at all. No, they talked to each other less and less. It wasn’t that things were bad, we just weren’t as happy anymore. Instead of being this chipper little family of three, we were three people trying to get by.
My father was demoted at work and ended up being miserable at the ministry. My mother would take on odd jobs in the muggle world. Even I would try and pick up little jobs in the summer sweeping floors and such. I was only nine or ten at the time, but you would be surprised the things people would let me do. I looked mature, I acted mature. I carried myself in a way that suggested I was far beyond my years.
It was no surprise when I wet off to school and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Both my parents were Ravenclaws and they had raised me to think I was more clever than most people. I can’t imagine what things would have been like had I been sorted into another house. I suppose I could have gotten by in Slytherin, but I’d have made a terrible Gryffindor or Hufflepuff!
School wasn’t a very big production for me. I had friends, mostly other Ravenclaws, and I had great marks in my classes. I took to the library and lake most often of all locations around the school. I learned the workings of the library quickly and the librarian at the time, an elderly woman, trusted me to help put away books. By the time I was in my fifth year, I was a library assistant and I spent almost all of my spare time stowed away with the books. More than once, I fell asleep there and was scolded by Prefects on duties. People knew I was harmless though.
On warm days, I’d sit beside the lake with my feet in the water. My friends would join me and we’d laugh about whatever it was we laughed at as sixteen-year-olds. I only had two boyfriends during school and they were both casual. I feel like they cared about me far more than I cared about them. I just didn’t have any interest. I was more intrigued by the romances I could read about in fictional books I’d find in the library. Despite my not having many relationships, all of my friends would come to me asking for advice. They’d come to me if they fought with their boyfriend or girlfriend. They’d come to me asking how to go about getting a date with someone. And I obliged. I was almost a match-maker without ever intending to be. I always found that quite amusing.
When I graduated school, I went home to London and stayed living with my parents for a few years. I took on several part-time jobs in bookstores and helped pay rent and keep our lifestyle afloat. My parents were happy and never resented my presence. My mother was comforted by me being at home. Things weren’t great, but they were okay and that was more than I could ask for.
The next few years of my life changed everything. My mother became ill with a rare wizarding blood disease and was placed in St. Mungo’s full time. My father and I spent the vast majority of our time worrying. I lost several jobs because I would be out sick staying with my mum. I’d also get new jobs, sometimes a bit more shady than the others. For a time, I worked in Knockturn Alley selling dark magic books. I met a lot of nasty people who managed to remember my name. That was how I started to get mixed up in everything.
It was two years ago that we hit breaking point. My father and I were in complete shock and panic. We owed a tremendous amount of money to St. Mungo’s and they threatened to stop treatment if we couldn’t find a way to pay our fines. We were on the verge of losing our flat. We never had food in our cupboards anymore. We were ashamed of ourselves. I was working late shifts in Knockturn Alley and I met a man who laid a few new cards on the table for me. See, it was the middle of the night in the middle of the week and I’d spent every moment not in the shops at the hospital with my mother. I was worn down, exhausted, depressed, and completely hopeless. This charming looking man comes strolling in asking about books for his son to study dark arts. I found him his books and then he stayed to ask why I looked so worn out. I broke down sobbing. I spilled my whole story out. I told him everything. He said I was far too beautiful to be wasted there in the shops. He took me out for a drink and then offered me a proposal.
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. He said he had this friend who was very powerful. He said this friend needed people, needed supporters. He said that they needed spies they could trust. He said I looked trustworthy, I looked loyal. My loyalty would be greatly honed with this group of people. And then, he said the magical words that dragged me into this whole mess. He told me he would pay for my mother’s bills and my father’s rent if I would come work for him and his friend. I couldn’t speak at first. I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “That’s a huge sum of money! No one tosses that kind of money around loosely!” And then he said something that I both resented and appreciated, he told me, “It’s just money.”
Before I knew it, I was caught up in the biggest disaster of my life. I was a spy for people I hardly knew. I was a good person trapped in all the worst business. But I couldn’t object! No, they were paying for my father and I to keep our home and for my mother to keep her life! I would do whatever they told me to and they knew it. They had all the power in the world over me and it was in my best interest to smile and go along with anything they wanted from me.
That year, the librarian at Hogwarts passed away. I got the news from one of my old professors. I was very close to the woman from when I was a student. I didn’t see it coming, but I was asked to spy inside the school and take the position as librarian. I was the ideal candidate. I had reasons to be there. I agreed that it made sense and I applied within the hour of being given my task. I did feel bad, knowing that the intentions for taking the job were bad, but I also felt like I was going home.
This year, I’ve taken my post for the first time at the school. On weekends, I leave and report any knowledge I learn of an organization called The Order of the Phoenix to my master. That’s all I am now, a slave. My whole life is in their hands. What other choice do I have? This is who I have become. This is what my life has turned to. I don’t have much control over anything anymore. So, I turn to escapism. I read, constantly and without looking up. I would much rather soak up the words of these books than live my own life, than live with the choices I have made. I take full responsibility for my actions and that hurts almost as much as having taken them to begin with. I have to accept life for what it is and that’s harder than anything I’ve had to do in the past. My name is Effie Wilde, and this is why I don’t like looking back.
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My wand is made of rosewood. It's 10 1/4" and has a core of a single unicorn hair that came from a female. My patronus is a fox. I use a memory from my childhood of time spent with my parents on a picnic in Brighton. Upon seeing a dementor, I black out and hear my mother's cries of pain as she lies in the hospital. I haven't a clue what memory that originates from exactly, but there are many occasions I can recall where she has cried out in such a manner. when encountering a boggart, it transforms into my parents lying dead on the floor. that is the most mortifying thing I can imagine. Whilst looking into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself standing with my parents, the two of them looking healthy and happy and lively. I haven't seen them like that in so long and they mean the world to me. I used to be in the house of Ravenclaw while in school. My current occupation is librarian at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My position in the war in unclear. I am a Death Eater, but it's not something I am proud of.
There are few things I hate as much as discussing my own personal life. It’s not that I’m ashamed of myself. I just prefer to leave the past behind me. I don’t have some type of horrid, awful past! Not at all! As far as histories go, mine’s fairly typical. I’m just at a very, very different place in my life now. Reflecting backward can be almost painful. I find myself longing for a time when things were as simple as they were. Let’s get on with it then. I’ll go ahead and tell you.
I was an only child in a pureblooded wizarding family. I was raised in a mildly lavish home near Brighton. My mother loved to go to the beach and many of my early memories consist of time spent with my parents on picnics beside the water. My parents were very loving, very compassionate people. My mother, particularly, had this love of life that was awe-inspiring. It wasn’t until I was about six years old that things started to change. My father worked with the ministry and did a lot of work internationally. He was a sort of correspondent, I suppose. Anyway, he started to get mixed up with some of the wrong people. He started to owe money and he tried to keep it a secret. My mother very clever though. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what was going on.
There was a period where things started to get sort of messy. We ended up losing our home and moving to London where we got a two-bedroom flat. We sold a lot of our belongings. My parents tried to hide what was going on from me. Looking back, I would have thought that they would have fought. They were going through this huge life-change. But, in reality, they didn’t fight at all. No, they talked to each other less and less. It wasn’t that things were bad, we just weren’t as happy anymore. Instead of being this chipper little family of three, we were three people trying to get by.
My father was demoted at work and ended up being miserable at the ministry. My mother would take on odd jobs in the muggle world. Even I would try and pick up little jobs in the summer sweeping floors and such. I was only nine or ten at the time, but you would be surprised the things people would let me do. I looked mature, I acted mature. I carried myself in a way that suggested I was far beyond my years.
It was no surprise when I wet off to school and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Both my parents were Ravenclaws and they had raised me to think I was more clever than most people. I can’t imagine what things would have been like had I been sorted into another house. I suppose I could have gotten by in Slytherin, but I’d have made a terrible Gryffindor or Hufflepuff!
School wasn’t a very big production for me. I had friends, mostly other Ravenclaws, and I had great marks in my classes. I took to the library and lake most often of all locations around the school. I learned the workings of the library quickly and the librarian at the time, an elderly woman, trusted me to help put away books. By the time I was in my fifth year, I was a library assistant and I spent almost all of my spare time stowed away with the books. More than once, I fell asleep there and was scolded by Prefects on duties. People knew I was harmless though.
On warm days, I’d sit beside the lake with my feet in the water. My friends would join me and we’d laugh about whatever it was we laughed at as sixteen-year-olds. I only had two boyfriends during school and they were both casual. I feel like they cared about me far more than I cared about them. I just didn’t have any interest. I was more intrigued by the romances I could read about in fictional books I’d find in the library. Despite my not having many relationships, all of my friends would come to me asking for advice. They’d come to me if they fought with their boyfriend or girlfriend. They’d come to me asking how to go about getting a date with someone. And I obliged. I was almost a match-maker without ever intending to be. I always found that quite amusing.
When I graduated school, I went home to London and stayed living with my parents for a few years. I took on several part-time jobs in bookstores and helped pay rent and keep our lifestyle afloat. My parents were happy and never resented my presence. My mother was comforted by me being at home. Things weren’t great, but they were okay and that was more than I could ask for.
The next few years of my life changed everything. My mother became ill with a rare wizarding blood disease and was placed in St. Mungo’s full time. My father and I spent the vast majority of our time worrying. I lost several jobs because I would be out sick staying with my mum. I’d also get new jobs, sometimes a bit more shady than the others. For a time, I worked in Knockturn Alley selling dark magic books. I met a lot of nasty people who managed to remember my name. That was how I started to get mixed up in everything.
It was two years ago that we hit breaking point. My father and I were in complete shock and panic. We owed a tremendous amount of money to St. Mungo’s and they threatened to stop treatment if we couldn’t find a way to pay our fines. We were on the verge of losing our flat. We never had food in our cupboards anymore. We were ashamed of ourselves. I was working late shifts in Knockturn Alley and I met a man who laid a few new cards on the table for me. See, it was the middle of the night in the middle of the week and I’d spent every moment not in the shops at the hospital with my mother. I was worn down, exhausted, depressed, and completely hopeless. This charming looking man comes strolling in asking about books for his son to study dark arts. I found him his books and then he stayed to ask why I looked so worn out. I broke down sobbing. I spilled my whole story out. I told him everything. He said I was far too beautiful to be wasted there in the shops. He took me out for a drink and then offered me a proposal.
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. He said he had this friend who was very powerful. He said this friend needed people, needed supporters. He said that they needed spies they could trust. He said I looked trustworthy, I looked loyal. My loyalty would be greatly honed with this group of people. And then, he said the magical words that dragged me into this whole mess. He told me he would pay for my mother’s bills and my father’s rent if I would come work for him and his friend. I couldn’t speak at first. I looked him in the eyes and blurted out, “That’s a huge sum of money! No one tosses that kind of money around loosely!” And then he said something that I both resented and appreciated, he told me, “It’s just money.”
Before I knew it, I was caught up in the biggest disaster of my life. I was a spy for people I hardly knew. I was a good person trapped in all the worst business. But I couldn’t object! No, they were paying for my father and I to keep our home and for my mother to keep her life! I would do whatever they told me to and they knew it. They had all the power in the world over me and it was in my best interest to smile and go along with anything they wanted from me.
That year, the librarian at Hogwarts passed away. I got the news from one of my old professors. I was very close to the woman from when I was a student. I didn’t see it coming, but I was asked to spy inside the school and take the position as librarian. I was the ideal candidate. I had reasons to be there. I agreed that it made sense and I applied within the hour of being given my task. I did feel bad, knowing that the intentions for taking the job were bad, but I also felt like I was going home.
This year, I’ve taken my post for the first time at the school. On weekends, I leave and report any knowledge I learn of an organization called The Order of the Phoenix to my master. That’s all I am now, a slave. My whole life is in their hands. What other choice do I have? This is who I have become. This is what my life has turned to. I don’t have much control over anything anymore. So, I turn to escapism. I read, constantly and without looking up. I would much rather soak up the words of these books than live my own life, than live with the choices I have made. I take full responsibility for my actions and that hurts almost as much as having taken them to begin with. I have to accept life for what it is and that’s harder than anything I’ve had to do in the past. My name is Effie Wilde, and this is why I don’t like looking back.
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My wand is made of rosewood. It's 10 1/4" and has a core of a single unicorn hair that came from a female. My patronus is a fox. I use a memory from my childhood of time spent with my parents on a picnic in Brighton. Upon seeing a dementor, I black out and hear my mother's cries of pain as she lies in the hospital. I haven't a clue what memory that originates from exactly, but there are many occasions I can recall where she has cried out in such a manner. when encountering a boggart, it transforms into my parents lying dead on the floor. that is the most mortifying thing I can imagine. Whilst looking into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself standing with my parents, the two of them looking healthy and happy and lively. I haven't seen them like that in so long and they mean the world to me. I used to be in the house of Ravenclaw while in school. My current occupation is librarian at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My position in the war in unclear. I am a Death Eater, but it's not something I am proud of.
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