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Victoria Seymour-Douglas

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Character Name: Victoria Hortensia Rhea Seymour-Douglas
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty-Six (17th February 1916)
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry; Ravenclaw ‘34

Residence: 27 Cornwall Place, London, The United Kingdom & Harwood Manor, Norfolk, The United Kingdom

Occupation: Charity Worker & Socialite

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management? No.

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  • Charms: 9
  • Divination: 9
  • Transfiguration: 6
  • Summoning: 8
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Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Sixty-seven; Victoria was born the sixty-seventh resident of the small village in the Peak District of which her parents had resided all their lives, and were now onto their third child, and third daughter. Her parents had always lived in the village, with Henry holding the small office of mayor at the time of Victoria’s birth. They lived in the Mayoral House, which was the biggest home in the village with three stories, and greenery slowly snaking its way up the side.

Being the youngest, Victoria was doted upon by her mother with her two older sisters, Elizabeth and Margaret, who were five and three at the time of her birth, wanting to care for her too. They were always a tight knit family, even with Henry, their father, having to deal with matters of the village which kept him in the office more hours than he would have liked. However, they got by with love, devotion and the ability to make fun out of anything. The close bond Victoria grew to have would only grow stronger as they grew up.

Although the McGovern’s resided in the Mayoral House, they were merely middle-class, even if they were known for being the highest in society. The village was isolated, nestled between various peaks, they got many holidaymakers in the summers, but not the kind that would change their mind on their McGovern’s status in society.

Elizabeth, Margaret and Victoria; sometimes referred to as the McGovern Girls, were known for being incredibly close. They were often seen around the village, playing hopscotch or playing with their hula-hoops, then when they grew into their teenage years, they were seen showing interest in the local businesses, Elizabeth was being groomed, she was destined to be the next mayor after their father. Everyone liked the McGovern’s, a McGovern had been Mayor of Thornton for almost one hundred years.

Victoria was the youngest, and no role had been destined for her, only dreams of marrying a handsome man, starting a family and living her life in society.

When Toria’s letter for Hogwarts came in the post, she was ecstatic as were her parents, of whom, had both gone to Hogwarts themselves. It was at Hogwarts where she found her independence, though, her ties to her sisters who were in the school were still evident, they were known for their beauty and kindness. It was Victoria’s beauty, and intelligence that caught her future husband's attention in their fifth year.

Harrison (Peter Edward) Seymour-Douglas III was at the time, a loveable rogue and a pureblood heir to a fortune that was old, he needed taming. Initially, Victoria did not care for Harrison as he did for her, she laughed at his jokes and conversed on the steps of the grand staircase, and even cheered for him in the stands as he played quidditch. However, it wasn’t until the end of her sixth year that she allowed herself to be charmed. He had tried for over a year, and it had worked.

It was a true love story, as they say. When Victoria fell for Harrison’s charm, she was in love and Harrison loved her, to prove his devotion, at the end of their seventh year, he presented her with an engagement ring by the lake, with singing cherubs (fashioned from magic) and the school orchestra playing as he led her down to the lake. It was a special occasion, both families were present, and both extremely happy for them.

They both graduated, as an engagement present, Harrison’s father gifted them a modest townhouse in London, with a maid and cook. Victoria would finally be elevated to the position in society she was assumed to be in. Even with this boost in society, she would never forget her humble beginnings in the little village of Thornton, she would visit every summer and Christmas, when not busy with work. One year after graduation, they would marry.

A great part of her life had been to ‘work’ with her mother, who had always been the ‘first lady’ figure, having been married to the mayor. Victoria grew to be caring, to love, to be grateful for what she was given, and it was, this nature that drove her to be charitable. Having held a small job in a shop at Diagon Alley, she moved away from her brief retail career in a boutique, to found her own organization, Unite.

Unite was founded in 1940, with the mission to help the war effort. Britain had been involved with the war for over a year now, and as the dial began to be switched up, Victoria wanted to help in whatever way she could, most importantly, with children. Victoria and Harrison refused to leave London as was being advised, but rather remained defiant and continued to work, holding various events to raise money to send packages to children having been shipped off to the country.

They worked hard together, but Harrison began to feel he could do more, and it wasn’t long until he insisted he could help by being at the front. He was among the few wizards that made their way to help. Victoria was right to be skeptical, and in January 1945 when he left, he left knowing that Victoria was with child, and he was rather confident it would be a boy.

She had known before the guard came knocking at their London house door. She had always seeked knowledge, but this time, it was her gut that told her what had happened, only confirmed when the military officers came knocking at her door, dressed in their murky green uniforms and peaked caps. Harrison Peter Edward Seymour-Douglas III had died in combat, only nine months before the end of the war. A unnecessary death, said his own father.

A three month pregnant Victoria returned to Thornton with her mother, here she would stay in mourning, until heading to Norfolk, to Harwood Manor, her husband’s family ancestral home. The prospect of a baby comforted Harrison’s mother, the child would be her legacy, and no matter what happened, she was adamant she would be there to care for her first borns child.

Six months later, in June of 1945, she gave birth to a boy. There was debate over the name, as to whether she should honour her husband’s own name, however, it was her gut once more she relied upon. She knew he did not want his son to bare his own name, but rather, one he preferred. Fionn. Homage was still paid, as he was baptised, Fionn Harrison Edgar Seymour-Douglas.

Now, six years later, she lives in London, with her son Fionn. A devoted mother, she has all she needs in her boy, sworn to herself she would keep Harrison’s memory alive, she talks of his father everyday. For her, he might not have been able to meet his father, but he would know him. Unite, now transformed, to the Harrison Seymour-Douglas Foundation which helps low income families still recovering from the war with whatever needs they may have. Perhaps considered a lobbyist, she is not far from the political landscape, she learned one or two things from her father and knows how to get her voice heard.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:

She always wore a smile, the corner of her lips turned up as she went about her day. It took nothing to smile, to have manners, but maybe that was her thinking because of how her parents had taught her. Schools could teach knowledge, but to teach moral standards, she guessed it was down to the parent, schools were not required, although did to an extent to teach moral rights and choices.

Although Fionn was just six years old, she could still teach him manners. It cost nothing to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, or to smile, she liked to think a smile was the best accessory to any outfit. A smile could make somebody’s day, a smile was nothing but could mean so much. She had learnt this herself; all the way back when she was just a fifteen year old girl.

A glance down to her left hand, the sapphire stone surrounded by diamonds. It was beautiful, and one of the things that made her smile. Not because of the beauty or how it felt on her finger even, but the memory was warm and welcome, of how she got it. He had always been a romantic boy, all the way in that badboy heart.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”

Her eyebrows raised instantly, her feet, the clicking of her own heels stopping immediately, looking up from her hand as she was about to walk straight into the young woman who sat on the ground. She was busy trying to get something? It took her moment, but she spotted the heel.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She insisted. “Did I cause that?” There was a chance that Victoria could have somehow made the woman fall over. She was looking, lost in memory, she easily got distracted. Therefore, to cover her own back, she had to ask, she was never the arrogant type, not really, only the type that wished to help, thinking of others almost always.

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