Isla Shaw - Elsewhere Adult

[Isla Shaw]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Isla Shaw
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty three
Blood Status: Squib from a pureblooded family.

Education:
Finishing school, private tutor from the age of 13

Residence:
London

Occupation
Socialite and barmaid at the Snake Pit

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 thank you

Requested Magic Levels:
Squib

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No thank you

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Three Foxgloves and their auntie, Parker McCormick, Apollo Undergrove, Ophelia Marquis

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Isla was born into quite an ordinary family, in wizarding terms. She was the daughter of a man with a solid heritage and a lot of money, the darling of a mother who hated long names, and the baby sister of two beautiful blonde witches. Life was good, if a little bit harried, and Isla got on with the business of growing up without a care in the world.

It was around her tenth birthday that things became a little bit tense in the Shaw household. Usually, the local wizarding schools posted letters during the summer and yet by the middle of August, no such thing had arrived at the Shaw mansion in Lancashire. Isla’s parents probably wouldn’t have worried (her father always felt the Hogwarts owls were terrible mail carriers), but in this case there was cause for concern. Little Isla had produced neither a spark nor a speck of colour in the years leading up to her eleventh birthday. In fact, the only thing magical about the little girl was her smile.

On the first of September, the Hogwarts Express pulled out of King’s Cross station without Isla on it. The girl did not know it at that point, but her life was about to change forever. Instead of learning about charms and potions, her time would be dedicated to every pursuit that would make her a better wife. She had one day left as the carefree Isla of old yet the very next, while her sisters were picking subjects and making friends, her new path started.

Finishing school was first and by the end of it, Isla could curtsy, annunciate and cater with the best of them. Four years of round-the-clock tutoring eradicated her Lancashire accent while bringing her a fluency in French and a deep understanding of the social side of both politics and economics, wizarding or otherwise. At sixteen she was introduced to pureblooded society and that was when the next chapter of her life started.

Nathaniel Jones was from the upper crust of Lancashire society. He had soulful dark eyes, hair that curled on rainy days and an inheritance that could fund two wars and a short renaissance. While his parents were a little bit hesitant about the match at first. Isla’s father had no trouble convincing Commissioner Jones that Isla would be a most suitable wife for their son. Not only was her private education the very best that money could buy, but her status as squib was not common knowledge. In fact, the Shaw's had gone out of their way to weave a web of mystery around the whereabouts and assets of their youngest daughter, thus shielding her from the bias and discrimination squibs so often faced.

In those days, Isla did not mind playing the role of future home maker. She was decent at most domestic pursuits and Nathaniel was quite dreamy in his own way. It was just that she disliked the surname Jones and besides, there were so many things that she still wanted to do. There were mountains that needed climbing, laws that needed passing and many, many streets that still hadn’t felt the pressure of her feet as she wandered down them on a sunset eve.

Still, she did not object to the lavish engagement party her parents treated their guests to, nor the many months thereafter that she officially spent on Nathaniel’s arm. In fact, it was only on a rainy day in London, when Isla had been left to her own devices in the five bedroom house that would be their started home, that she needed to take a moment. Instead of clawing the exquisitely chosen wallpaper to shreds like she really wanted to, Isla headed out into pouring rain in nothing but her pretty dress and a light summer’s coat.

It was a good thing her beloved was somewhere else because he would have been horrified at the state her hair had gotten into by the time she left their charming residential quarter and crossed into Diagon Alley. Whether it was the laughter of children out to stock up for their wonderfully magical education or simple fate that drove her down darker corridors she did not know, but Isla would never regret those first few steps off the well-trodden paths in Diagon Alley. Those first strides away from everything she knew led her down to a seedy little joint. A few weeks later she secured a little job at this very bar. Now, a month or so later Isla Shaw was finally carving out a little life for herself, away from the pressures of her perfect pureblooded life and in a shadowy corner where neither the Jones’ nor the Shaw's could discover her and drag her home.

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

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
It had been years since Isla had set foot in Hogsmeade. Back when she’d been a very small girl who followed her parents everywhere, the family would meet Isla’s two older sisters for lunch during the Hogsmeade weekends. Isla’s mum would use words like quaint, cosy and odd to describe the tiny village and Isla would nod along happily, completely nonplussed about the faded furniture as she worked her way through a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce and extra sprinkles.

Those days were long gone, though, and all of the girls were grown up. Isla wasn’t meeting Nathaniel either - she honestly thought he’d rather drop dead than be seen in a village north of the border. Herein lay the appeal because today, Isla needed a break from the man in her life. Christmas was just around the corner and she’d see more than enough of him and both of their families to last her until Easter. It was lucky that he’d be away on business for at least two days, giving Isla a bit of time to explore the places that she’d been shut out of.

One of the men who had decided to brave the snow with her obviously had less luck. One moment he was upright, holding a nice collection of boxes and the very next, Isla felt herself jogging closer to help him up. He'd somehow crashed into an innocent bystander and if nothing else, Isla was quite curious to see if somebody was going to get thumped.

“Goodness,” she said simply, her eyes immediately travelling to the clumsy man's ankle. With the way he’d slipped, she was almost certain that he might have broken or at least sprained it.

“Are you alright? Do you need me to call for some help?”

Without a wand, there was very little a petite young woman like Isla would be able to do.




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