Sixteen, May 14th
Seven inch birch with pixie wing. It would probably produce more robust spells if Euphemia had much talent for magic, but as it is the wand’s main abilities are squandered on vanity charms and the like.
Euphemia would appear youthful if she didn’t cake on makeup. Although she’s careful never to step into clownish territory (at least, in her opinion) it is a part of her daily routine. It ages her well and she feels both insecure and unlike herself without it. With the added benefit of magic, she knows how to make sure it’s waterproof and never smears or travels places it should not.
Her figure, although she is short, is well proportioned and for this she is grateful.
Not above undergarments to enhance said figure, she is at least glad that even without extra work her body makes it clear what her face does not; she isn’t twelve years old. Being vain, she is always well groomed but not obsessive. If she chips a nail or her hair gets mussed she’s not going to through a fit and beyond the need for makeup she doesn’t like looking prissy or overdone.
She had red hair and blue eyes and is quite pale.
Effie is a singularly untalented witch – she does miserably in almost all of her classes and mediocre in the remainder. Unlike some, however, she doesn’t seem to let it bother her. She’s open about it and often makes fun of herself for it. Besides that, she is known as friendly – perhaps a little too friendly with some but a reputation as being easy hasn’t seemed to affect her much either.
Euphemia exudes a light-heartedness that often leads to the misconception she’s simple. Added to the fact that she is quite openly doing horrible in all of her classes most people assume she’s stupid. More often than not, she doesn’t bother to contradict them; she doesn’t seem to care what other people think of her. It’s difficult to incite her temper and it’s often on the behalf of others that it flares up. It’s not entirely heroic, though and often has a quality of showiness to it.
Euphemia loves the opportunity to stand up for someone because she loves to be looked upon as a good person. This doesn’t preclude the fact that she is, at the core, a good person, she simply enjoys the accolade that comes with it a little more than she should.
Outside of magical endeavors, Euphemia is a well-read girl who has an affinity for the romantic poets. Their love affair with imagination fascinates her and she’s a little bit of an expert although this knowledge doesn’t often get its chance to see the light of day. She considers it something very few people would have an interest in and so she keeps it mostly tucked away. Doubly so her tendency to jot down her own poems and stories. She has no real talent in this, but the definite ability to mimic which can mislead the rare few who see her work to thing she is moderately gifted. Although they are often left with the sense of having read it before.
Her reputation as being easy is not entirely undeserved. She was not raised in a very traditional household and has no moral quandaries or sense of shame about being affectionate. Although mostly unbothered by the accompanying derision, Effie looks forward to getting out of the closed society of Hogwarts where everyone knows everything about you and then some. Her father was a bit of a hedonist, cushioned on wealth and some of that has leaked into Euphemia. Although they’ve fallen on slightly harder times, Euphemia still tends to put pleasure first and dislike things that are difficult or make her uncomfortable. She has never been instilled with a great sense of ambition which has begun to frighten her now that she’s approaching her end at Hogwarts with few prospects. Secretly, she had begun to get desperate to find something she is talented at, something that she can support herself with that is neither menial, difficult or boring.
Euphemia’s mother, Virginia Blythe was a moderately talented actress who had some success on various London stages. Her father, Theodore Atlas, was a young and wealthy Pureblood who was, at heart, a decadent. He travelled around with a group of friends for nights of frivolous fun. They took Virginia under their wing because her naivete and innocence attracted Theo, but not for the reasons she thought.
Theo was, in fact, irrevocably gay. Interested in Virginia as a way to both annoy and pacify his parents. They were pleased when he finally had a girlfriend to bring around, horrified that she was a muggle. His father was too ill and doddering to disown him and his mother too in love with her only son to reprimand him too harshly, but he knew and relished in how it must’ve dug at them.
Virginia would never realize their marriage was a sham, although after six years it had remained unconsummated and Theo was feeling nervous. The marriage had been a cover so that he could continue the way he had been. Their biggest arguments were about how he seemed to enjoy spending more time with his friends than with her. As the years wore on, Virginia got increasingly upset and nervous and clinging and it began to hamper Theo’s freedom. A child was meant to be a buffer. The fact that they managed to conceive was a miracle that quickly ended when Virginia died in childbirth.
This somewhat panicked Theo, who quickly took off aboard, leaving Euphemia in the care of nannies and aunts who had unbounding sympathy for an addled widower with a newborn child. Eventually though, the money ran out and Theodore was forced home to take care of his child. It was probably a small mercy that Euphemia’s father only truly came into her life when she was six years old, beyond diapers and incoherent babble and already quite precocious. They bonded and as Theo calmed down and settled in, even taking up a job, he instilled in his daughter amongst other things a love of reading.
Growing up without a mother has had little negative effect on Euphemia. Her relationship to her father is close and adoring and although being raised by a privileged, hedonistic homosexual has left her with a slightly less conventional upbringing, none of it seems to bother her.