Evelyn Bronwyn Wenlock

[Evelyn Wenlock]

WENLOCK, EVELYN BRONWYN
When I was a little bit younger the strain I was under could make me cry. Now I’m a little bit older, a little bit bolder, never so shy. Sweet darlin’, come hold me, just a little bit longer now.

Your name/alias: Kori
Age: 22
Experience roleplaying: FOREVER
Other characters: Harry Potter, Remus Lupin
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Character Name: Evelyn Bronwyn Wenlock, née Teague

Nickname(s): Evie, Eves, Mum, Wifey
Sex: Female
Age: 35
Birthdate: May 4, 1959
House: Former Gryffindor
Blood Type: Muggleborn
Occupation: Potions maker – she offers a mail order service from her home to private physicians and citizens in need.

Appearance: Evelyn’s hair is dark brown hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her hair naturally falls in thick ringlets and is thick and slightly coarse. When working on potions or during a rainy day, her hair becomes frizzy and completely unmanageable. There are days that with the aid of some magic, she is able to style it so it is wavy or straight. Her eyes are dark brown and almond shaped. She was often accused of having ‘bedroom eyes’, which she found ridiculous and tended to laugh at the people who suggest such a thing.

Evelyn’s body still bears some resemblance of a thin, dancer’s body, which is remarkable as she hasn’t danced in twenty years. When she was growing up, she was tall and lanky, towering over most boys in her year. She eventually grew into her body once it stopped getting taller at around 5’8. Evelyn has gentle curves, most notably her hips which are fairly large and thighs that are thick with muscle development from years of ballet and Quidditch.

Her personal style hasn’t changed all that much from her days at Hogwarts except for one striking element that is missing. Her large black combat boots were traded in for a larger collection of shoes. Heels, flats, and the occasional feminine boot all grace her feet now, but the loss of her boots were traumatic. Evelyn refuses to answer the accusation put forward by her friends on whether or not she had her husband bury them. She still wears plenty of dresses, though, with minimal make-up. Sometimes, when she has to leave the house, she forgets that her apron is on from brewing potions that it has practically become expected to see her in it.

Play-By: Emmy Rossum

Likes: ballet, 70s punk music (the Ramones, Buzzcocks, the Clash, the Stooges, the Runaways, Sex Pistols, Talking Heads, and many more), smoky clubs, candy, ice cream, most sweets, cereal
Dislikes: disco music, fruit, gossiping, pants, Brussels sprouts
Strengths: protective, always been maternal and kind to those she loves, loyal, potion making, excellent taste in music
Weaknesses: hot tempered, cruel and quick tongue, her family, fool hearty
Pet Peeves: her potions ingredients getting misplaced by her children, chewing hair, people that are too thick to get her jokes, people that take themselves too seriously, Edward’s calmness when they are arguing
Mirror of erised: to see her children grow up well and succeed better than she did at Hogwarts, to stick by Edward’s side through all the hardships and pain in life
Fears: spiders, being a poor mother to her children, one of her potions causing harm to anyone
Boggart: something happening to anyone in her family
Dementor: While she was still Edward’s student, he asked her to perform the Killing Curse on him. The thought made her sick, but she did as he asked because it was him that asked. She didn’t have any feelings for him at the time, at least none that she was aware of, but she respected and looked up to him.

Later that day, Evelyn yelled at him and compared him to a man that was truly despicable. She had lost control of her temper and lashed out in a way to hurt him.
Patronus: Bear; the day she married Edward. Everything seemed to finally settle into place and there were a handful of disasters, but it was all perfect in the end.
Amortentia: clean sweat, alcohol, cigarette smoke, leather, rose water, tea

Relationship status: married to Edward Wenlock for 15 years

Turn ons: a brilliant mind, a wicked sense of humor that can keep up with her own, a well-tailored suit
Turn offs: thick idiots, cruelty and rudeness, smugness, bad singing

Personality: Evelyn is a slob though she tries to keep a nice home for her family, it’s against her nature to do so. Her husband has gotten used to confusing their boxers as Evelyn bounces around too much to make sure her skirt is down and wears them underneath. She loves to sleep in them and ratty old t-shirts, as well. She bites her nails and just spits out the offending nail instead of throwing them away.

Her brothers and father demanded a lot of care after her mother died; she was spared the emotional loss as her mother died after her birth. Evelyn became very maternal to the boys in her family, giving the emotional support they needed. Her brothers teased their little sister, though they needed her emotional support, so she also got pretty thick skin from their taunts and come back easily enough with snarky or sarcastic remarks.

While Evelyn is quite small, she is very protective and would often fight her older brothers’ battles. She never shows an ounce of fear, jaw set in determination, Evelyn will even fight someone in a dress, though came up with the need for boxers after the first time. The possibility of losing is often great, but Evelyn never seems to care. She has only tried to fight her brothers’ battles twice, but it’s a trait that she’s never lost. If she has a close friend that she would treat like her family, she would do the same for them. Evelyn is fiercely loyal.

Evelyn is dedicated; she had been a fan of Rock ‘n Roll music for years, but she had fallen in love with the new punk movement taking shape the summer between her sixth and seventh year. She spent the summer searching for all the albums she could get her hands on. Her father used to joke with a fake lament that if only she took her studies as seriously as her music.

Mother: Bronwyn Elizabeth Teague, deceased at thirty-three, mother, Muggle
Father: Owen Robert Teague, seventy-one, retired solicitor, father, Muggle
Siblings: Reese Evan Brady-Teague, forty-five, police detective, oldest brother, Muggle
Gareth Michael Teague, thirty-nine, engineer, older brother, Muggle
Children: Gwendolyn Bronwyn Wenlock, fourteen, Ravenclaw student, daughter, half-blood.
Jonathan Adam Wenlock, eleven, Hufflepuff student, son, half-blood.
Dylan Lilah Wenlock, nine, daughter, half-blood.
Other important figures: Lilah Reeves Wenlock, seventy-five, mother-in-law Muggle-born
Erik Kaspar Wenlock, fifty-one, Ministry Official, estranged brother-in-law, half-blood.
Wilhelmina Trula Wenlock, forty-six, librarian, sister-in-law and former professor, half-blood
Hugh Henry Hennessey, forty-seven, teacher, sister-in-law's significant other and former professor, Muggleborn
Amelia Brady-Teague, forty-two, housewife, sister-in-law, pure-blood
Marshall Brady-Teague, twenty-three, Training at St Mungos, brother, Half-blood
Owen Brady-Teague, twenty, University student, brother, Half Blood
Keegan Brady-Teague, nineteen, Travelling, brother, Half-Blood
Riley Brady-Teague, seventeen, Ravenclaw 7th year, brother, Half Blood
Pricilla Joanne Brady-Teague, fourteen, Gryffindor student, niece, half-blood
Pets: Dodger, Golden Retriever, six years old
Dagger, owl, tawny

Birth place: Cardiff, Wales

Overall history:

Don Pedro: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born...
-Much Ado About Nothing

If Evie had ever been the type to learn the classics, she would have probably tried to take a time turner far enough back to murder Shakespeare with her own hands. Instead, she remained ignorant to anyone having a similar pain over losing a mother at birth and to many things involving mothers in general. Her father, Owen, raised her and her brothers the best he could, which Evie would argue was pretty damn good. She never did understand why some people would look at her with pity every time she explained her family, but learned to ignore it over the years.

Outside of the tragedy that came at her birth, Evie grew up a very happy child and managed to keep up with her brothers the moment she could walk. She would follow them around and try to beat them at any sport they attempted to play in the garden. One of Owen’s favorite stories of his children growing up is the day he was doing a bit of washing up around the kitchen and saw his four-year-old daughter chasing his fourteen year old son with a cricket bat. He had laughed until Evie threw the bat at his head and jumped on Reese’s back in an attempt to take him down. It was then that Owen saw the flaw in raising his daughter like how he raised his sons.

The next day, Owen signed her up for ballet classes and kept her stocked in frilly dresses. She never fought his sudden change in her daily routine, though slightly confused, and her brothers never teased her too badly in fear of their father’s retaliation. Evie ended up falling in love with ballet, though, and stuck with it for ten years until it got too difficult to balance with school; ballet actually helped to make her more athletic and made her more agile against her brothers. This also helped when she tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team as a beater. Gareth had made a joke about her being overly fond of swinging bats that Reese didn’t find as funny. Evie’s aim had been pretty good for a toddler.

The August of 1970 was the first time Evie had ever heard about Hogwarts. Though she was faced with leaving her family for the first time in her entire life, Evie was already bouncing around and yelling that she was a witch. Owen took the letter from his daughter’s hands to try to understand what she was going on about, Reese coming to read over his shoulder. Evie continued jumping, moving to the couch to get better air. Reese shook his head and looked to his father, “I told you she was a little b—oof.” Owen cut him off with a slap to the back of his head and went back to the letter. It would be the first time any member of the Teague family had been separated for any real length of time and Owen wasn’t about to allow his daughter get shipped away to a school without pouring over every detail provided in the letter.

Evie did go to Hogwarts, spending the last seven years learning about a world she did not grow up in. While Owen had been hesitant at first in letting her go, he recognized how happy his daughter was from the letters sent by owl (of all things). She wrote home one year to tell of a boy named Sirius Black in her house and every letter had Owen living in fear of the one letter that said she was dating him. The letter never came and he actually felt better after meeting the boy for the first time over Evie’s few weeks of summer holiday. Evie brought all sorts of strange things home from school, not just boys she had adopted as a younger brother of sorts: broomsticks that flew, candy that jumped or prided itself on creating every flavor, strange pets, and the knowledge of things that were supposed to be fairy tale.

While Evie going to Hogwarts was a major change for the Teague family, Owen’s sons had their own changes to add. Reese moved out shortly after sending Evie to school in September and joined the police force. He would fall in love and marrying a woman, Amelia Brady, who happened to be a witch, and adopt her son as well as fathering two other sons. Amelia is expecting another child within the year. Gareth is still at home, but a full time university student at Cardiff University and seeking a mathematics degree.

Hogwarts had been a major adjustment for the family, but Evie’s biggest change came during the summer of 1976. She had been a devoted fan of the Beatles growing up, selecting her music based around their solo albums and refusing to listen to anything else. That was until some of her Muggle friends drug her to a horrible and dingy pub that was so loud, Evie thought her ears could bleed. It was the first time she was introduced to punk music and Evie became enraptured with it. The rest of that summer was holing up in some dusty record store during the day and going to as many concerts as she could at night. The newfound freedom of being able to practice magic outside of school was abused and Evie made good use of her apparation license.

Evie wrote to Sirius, sending him records, and their correspondence quickly evolved into reviews over each album Evie found. The pubs made it necessary for her to invest in a pair of sturdy boots to protect her toes and she named them after two personal punk heroines of hers, Joan and Cherrie. When her father offered to buy her a cat, a tuxedo colored Ragamuffin, in celebration of her final year at Hogwarts, Evie named him Joey after her favorite Ramones member. A denim jacket that she always wore became littered with patches of the bands she loved; some signatures had joined them when she had been lucky enough to find a permanent marker. That summer was the first time she had smoked anything and, while she had drank with some of the best to walk Hogwarts’ halls, it was the first time she ever drank with any seriousness. It was the summer of firsts for a lot of different reasons, but those were what she found memorable.

After graduation, she found herself in Cardiff caring for her father. The Divinations professor during her seventh year predicted him having a heart attack and Evelyn took it upon herself to make sure he stuck to a strict diet. She waitressed during that summer and was taken by surprise when her former professor sat at one of her tables. The news of his attack had spread like wild fire and she had been worried for him and hoped to see him in better health.

They married in June 16, 1979, a year that had been full of weddings; a rare light in the midst of the war. Their first child was born suspiciously nine months after their wedding day. Their son was born three years later and their youngest daughter completing the family two years after that.

Roleplay sample: If Remus Lupin didn’t stop giving her smug looks across the table, she was going to shove a fork in his throat. It took a lot of energy to remember that the boy was just looking to give Evie all the detentions she got out of and if she did shove a fork into his throat, it would be at least another week of detention. Not that the detention tonight would be actual punishment, Professor Wenlock was alright and she doubted it would be as horrible as an evening with Filch. Of course, if Remus didn’t change his patrol route, the one that Evie knew to avoid, she wouldn’t have gotten caught. Really, one would expect someone like Remus to encourage class participation.

Evie stood from the table and ignored Remus’ last smug look or else his face would go into the pudding on his plate. She had to skip dessert and messing with a girl’s sweets intake was not easily forgiven. Wrapping her arms around herself kept from any nasty things to happen to Remus as she passed, Evie head out of the Great Hall and towards her detention. She had no idea what to expect with Professor Wenlock during detention. They had struck up a relationship of mentor and mentored, the beginnings of a friendship based on respect, but she wasn’t sure if that would spare her from a horrible detention.

She rounded the corner to his office, head held high and, even though she wanted to slow her steps and enjoy the last bits of freedom, kept at an even pace so she wouldn’t be late. A knock on the door and Evie’s detention began. Professor Wenlock opened the door, looking a little worse for wear, and Evie just walked passed him. She tried to look guilty, but she was still too angry at Remus for switching up his route. Evie had various thoughts on how she would have never been caught if it wasn’t for that and if it wasn’t for Sirius she would have killed him, but tried to focus on Professor Wenlock as he spoke. There were instructions to obey that she didn’t want to ask be repeated.

Professor Wenlock motioned to his desk and Evie’s eyebrows shot up at the sheer volume of papers. This wouldn’t be the worst detention she ever had, probably end up being one of the easiest, but the number of papers Professor Wenlock had on his desk made her wonder where he hid them all during her other visits. She nodded at the work and tied up her hair in a sloppy ponytail as she knew her hair would slow her down. Evie hoped to get this all done and in order by the end of the three hours, but she wasn’t sure. She was fond of Professor Wenlock enough that she would make sure the filing would be done. It was funny, as Evie was normally a slob with her own possessions, but she knew the importance order with such papers.

They both took their seats and began various forms of work. Professor Wenlock seemed to be grading, which meant that her pile would be getting bigger as they moved on. Evie took a pile on her lap and tried to make enough room for the four houses on the desk as his order of filing was probably the best to do. She feared what the files of professors that had been in Hogwarts for more than a year had hidden around. Just as Evie was wondering if Professor Wenlock would mind her slipping off her boots while she worked, he spoke. "So what was it that kept you out of bed past curfew, Miss Teague?" Evie let out a bit of a guilty laugh and thought of the best answer to give him.

She had never found sleep easy and while there were things the nurse could give her, there was something off putting by getting sleep with less natural means. Normally she just hung out in the common room until she could crawl into bed, but there were times that she had to get out of the Tower. That particular night, Evie had begun to worry over her father and the little news she received about his doctor’s visit that she demanded he take. She was going to send another owl to Gareth for an update, checked the time and made her route accordingly. Once she sent the owl away and turned around, Remus stood waiting for her.

“Boogey man. He was under my bed and wanted some snacks.” Evie shrugged like this was a normal occurrence. She figured it would be best to ignore the real reason and keep it light; besides even though there was a nagging worry over her father, she knew it was being taken care of so there was no real reason to bring it up. The stack on her lap still felt heavy, even though she was sorting quickly and she frowned at the stack. "Jesus, Athro, if you needed some help, you could have asked.” Evie slipped off her boots and made herself more comfortable as she worked. If he was terribly offended, he could just give her another detention; she would probably need it to finish the work anyway.

Approved!