Loring Reinhardt
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| Loring Reinhardt | ||
| Full name | Loring Ebony Reinhardt | |
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| Born | June 3, 1923 | |
| Birthplace | Middleburg Estate | |
| Residence | Middleburg, Virginia | |
| Nationality | American | |
| Blood Status | Pureblood | |
| School | Salem Institute | |
| Society | Rook | |
| Parents | Benedict and Abigail Reinhardt (née Warwick) | |
| Siblings | James Connor Reinhardt â19, Jaxon Riley Reinhardt â21, Cedric Alexander Reinhardt â22 | |
| Honours | -- | |
| Wand | Cherry, Unicorn hair - 10 inches | |
Contents
Biography
Raindrops on Roses and whiskers on kittens
Loring Ebony Reinhardt, a very sweet, very quiet girl, easily misjudged as being shy but more correctly coined as being at peace with the world -- her world. Whether in a classroom setting, on a jaunt through the city or taking a stroll through the park, Lori always smiles at the goings on around her as if little can change her mind about the past or present or even future. Beneath all of the outward pleasantries however, Lori is very reserved and private and getting to know the girl might be challenging, as she maintains her perfect little world by keeping people at bay.
At any given moment Lori may be surrounded by friends or be walking beside a prospective boyfriend, but such behavior never leads to anything solid or close. Never hand in hand with anyone, unless it is at a function where its expected, never prone to hugging or outward affection, accept for the occasional quick kiss, Lori doesn't allow a friendship to become too personal. The control she exerts over her world affects people in a subtle way initially, not always in a bad way, but for those that need a shoulder to cry on, a supportive hug or god forbid a loving kiss, Loring will always come up short.
The girl can't be blamed however, it is just her way. She grew up with few examples of such outward shows of acceptance, few pats on the back were offered when she'd accomplished something grand and fewer hugs received when she felt scared or hurt. She didn't know what she was missing though, not completely save for a feeling of remiss somewhere deep in her heart, because she spent more time with her tutors than any of her family. As a young child, she and her siblings were allowed to spend time playing together but after a certain age, even that changed and she and her brothers were required to study separately from each other and only interact in the presence of adults.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Lori was the youngest of her siblings and by the age of twelve she'd been schooled in the arts, she'd been given dance and singing lessons, she knew how to present herself in public and she'd been told that a woman's objective in the world was to do whatever was necessary to support her family and continue a new one. A portion of her schooling had also been directed at the sciences and history as well, so as to fuel a conversation during parties and gatherings. All of her tutoring had been extremely structured, and every moment of her day occupied. Even those precious moments after waking, when the sun sent streams of light into her room, those were filled with the task of correspondence since she'd turned the age of nine. The list was long, her mother saw to that, from letters to her many aunts, progress reports to part-time tutors and inquires of her female cousins, she was always busy. It didn't bother the girl though, because she had nothing to compare it to, and she had grown to find the highlight of each task in her life.
By the time her parents, practically strangers to the girl, decided on boarding school, Lori was a budding woman of 13. A child in most respects, but trained to feel like she deserved the respect that a young woman might receive. She knew how to conduct herself around adults, she knew how to present herself amicably, and she knew how to converse on a multitude of subjects. As for her studies in the arts of magic, she was decently proficient in potions and charms, but she had been especially intrigued with Divination. According to her mother however, she was terribly average when it came to wielding and controlling any form of magic. This meant that boarding school was in Lori's future.
A girl with long dirty blond hair, hazel eyes, a demure smile and soft features will always greet a prospective acquaintance with kindness. Her training dictated as much.
Goofy shows by fellow students would receive a pleasant smile, hard work and struggle received a thoughtful upturn of understanding and even bullying might receive a smirk. She had a reaction for almost anything, the impartial viewer in a large game, and it was merely that, a game and everyone around her were only players in an act meant to entertain her. They were her happy distractions as she traveled into adulthood, lived through her studies and sought out the husband that would make her life complete.
Lori, in general, was pleased with her life so far. She'd missed out on much of what childhood was good for, exploration, outright fun and the adventures that nick and carve at young stone, releasing the personality of an art piece, but she didn't know that.
Yet.
Only time will tell what friends will be made, how diverse the interactions will be, and how they will affect Lori's bubble of a world. Will she hold true to her tiny future, or will she allow walls to fall and exploration to be had?
And will her parent allow it...
When the dog bites
Other pet peeves include personal hygiene and beauty. She may just attempt singeing eyebrows if someone ruins her hair or purposefully soils her pretty weekend clothing.
Lastly, she enjoys the higher points of society, specifically the entertainment scene where parties and gatherings live. She might not take it well if someone tries to ruin a night with pranks, pout when they should be smiling, or complain when they should be laughing.
I simply remember my favorite things
She is also quite partial to the family owl, whom she calls Cecil because of his strange unseeing eyes. Lori had become quite attached to the White Faced boy ever since she'd been assigned the never ending task of correspondence. Since she had no friends to speak of, and rarely interacted with parents or brothers, Cecil was as close to a companion as Loring had during childhood.
