MONTGOMERY, sabine

[Sabine Montgomery]

{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}

hi, my name is v-la and i joined because lills is running it, and i know her, and i know other people on here so i was like hey, i'll join. and the app isn't long xD

{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}

FULL NAME: Sabine Emily Montgomery
AGE: 15
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 5th Year
BIRTHDAY: January 1st
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
FAMILY:
Elizabeth Montgomery - 44
James Montgomery - 45
Irina Montgomery - 14
ANYTHING ELSE:

* She is a halfblood, and her sister is also in Gryffindor
* She's a natural leader, but dislikes it
* Would much rather remain in the background
* Nearly drowned when she was seven, then flew out of the water and landed on the beach
* Parents both work in the ministry of magic
* Helps younger students evade teachers when they misbehave, though she lectures them later
* Worries about the state of the world
* Always the one standing up for the underdog
* Often the one left picking up the mess if things go wrong
* Has nightmares about gas masks because of the war
* Sometimes thinks wizards should come out of hiding
* Knows that adding magic to the war would only
make things worse
* Has very little hand eye coordination, wishes she did so she could play quidditch
* Shows up to every school game, rain or shine
* Caught Linette Durand trying to set fire to the broom shed at the end of last year
* Agreed to keep it a secret, yet another secret she's carrying on her conscience

{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}

EMERGENCY, CALL 911
(SHE'SPISSEDOFFATEVERYONE)

Pandora Strange really didn't appreciate the supposed humor of irony. For someone else, her situation might be amusing. And if that someone ever stuck their ugly face in her office door she'd curse their face off. Because from her point of view, things pretty much sucked. She had been a Professor at Hogwarts since she graduated. That was all due to Keinmayer Von Tepes, who'd appointed her to the position he created as soon as she stepped out of the graduation ceremony. And after the werewolf idiot had been removed - he'd tried to attack the ministry with only a handful of people at his side, those were fully qualified adults, not sleeping students - the position had remained. She had been fully willing to renounce the man that had made a strategic mistake equivalent of invading Russia in the winter without a coat, but she had been happy to keep the trained wyvern she had acquired by joining his army. Jezebel was hidden away because of the irritating administration of the school. Apparently, the trained attack animal was "dangerous" for the poor ickle students. Big whoop.

Now she was twenty-four and stuck in the same job, working for one of the lieutenant from Von Tepes's attack. But the woman had some creds, pre-Tepes death eater alliances. Of course, both of those uprisings had failed, but they had been led by different people. Third time was the charm. Even if she was still pulling baggage from her first participation...

She'd since replaced her painted leather armor for a sleek pair of black dragon hide gloves, tight black nylon pants, a black hoodie to hide her signature hair and tattoos, and a pair of shiny teal Converse. Muggles screwed most things up, but she couldn't deny certain members of their population had style. Sure as hell beat the draggy robes the wizarding population had been infatuated with since the middle ages. Someone needed to teach them to update their wardrobes. Pandora sighed and drummed her long fingernails against the mirror that dominated one wall of her office. She could switch the clothes, but Tepes was the reason she was stuck in this damn office when she wasn't trapped in a classroom with a bunch of mouthy munchkins.

Twenty-four. She was twenty-four! She'd been in the position for six years already. Six years of...teaching. It hadn't been so bad at first, Tepes had no issue with violence against the students, so she'd been free to give that stupid Jolie a good smack when she defended the dummy of the day that she'd demonstrated the spell they were learning on. Then he'd gotten the boot and "child abuse" was seen as wrong. She personally didn't see what the fuss was about. She had liked the attention, all of the people that were so focused on hating her. After she'd blinded Peyton James, her popularity had seen a big upswing. And her father had thought she'd never amount to anything. Never paid her any mind. Hah! His precious son was pushing up daises thanks to Jezebel's firepower, while she was sitting pretty. Well, pretty enough.

That was the cruel irony of the situation though. She hated children, all of their whining and stupidity and poor widdle sensitivity. Now that she had joined the new death eaters under Giovanna, her position as a professor gave them a foothold in the school. She had been the one that destroyed the boats and carriages for their attack on September first, preventing the students from making a break for it. The school was a ways from Hogsmeade station, so the kids couldn't run on foot. And all she'd gotten for her efforts was a nod of encouragement. Yeah, good job making the attack possible Pandora. Oh, it was nothing. Thanks for realizing that I made a valuable contribution. She only wished.

Did people around the school suspect that she had death eater alliances? Probably. Could they prove or do anything? Not a chance. She'd learned from her Tepes-era mistakes enough to know that she had to cover her ass. That was why she'd ditched the full teal and gold armor. Too recognizable. Of course, the giant wyvern she rode on was pretty damn recognizable as well, but the only people that knew she still had her were on her side. Plus, there hadn't been much occasion to call in the cavalry so far. Why? Because they'd done next to god damn nothing. That was why.

She plucked one of the sequins from her dress and flicked it into the air. A couple of years of work, tireless planning and calculating around a leader that was always on the move and a few numbskulls that had joined up thinking they would rule the world (mostly students that she was sadly meant to secretly supervise while they were still at school in case of exposure) and they had what, exactly? Oh yeah. A new minister. Because nothing would clean up the filth like minor changes of public offices and "subtle laws". Yes, gradual segregation would eventually remove the vampires and werewolves, but Pandora wasn't joining in the public's resounding cheers for Clementine. This wasn't her first rodeo, and she now knew how fast things could go to hell. If they were going to last, they had to really sway the public.

It was no good to just be in charge. Would she love to go back to stomping in people's faces? Hell yeah. But that led to rebellions springing up like noxious weeds. There was already a loosely organized group called "The Rebellion" opposing them. It helped that the Order was trying to avoid taking a direct side in the conflict, they sucked up a lot of people that might have otherwise joined the Rebellion losers for the sake of opposing the death eaters. They needed to make the public realize that these creatures were a menace before they stepped it up a notch, took the bloodsuckers and mutated freaks out of school entirely instead of just shoving their classes into room eleven. They hadn't been able to argue with safety when it came to school segregation, but the graduates weren't covered under those regulations.

If one of those wolves was in the middle of a city on a full moon? Game over for anyone nearby. And if a vampire missed a meal they might take a chomp out of anyone who was nearby, especially with all of the new infections that had been popping up since the stupid concession laws. Once Tepes had been "relocated" to South America, the previous administration had tried to give the sub human species more rights. At that time, it had been her first rodeo, and she hadn't realized that what she had signed up for would lead to that. Stupid, stupid, she chastised herself. Rolling the dice without considering her cards properly. Some people saw life as a game of luck, but there was so much more strategy involved.

Unfortunately, she was holding her wand while she fumed about the state of the world and the rise in filth around England. Bright blue sparks flew from her wand and set her paperwork ablaze. "Aw, dammit! Aquamenti!" A clear jet of water issued from her wand and put out the fire, though her paperwork was only damaged further. Good thing she was about to leave. Coughing, she walked over to the window and prised it open to let the air circulate. Hopefully the meeting would give it time to air out. And now...she walked over to the fireplace that sat behind her desk. She never used it for actual fires, never offered the cheery glow that other professors chose in the winter. When a student was summoned to her office, they were put in a cold chair and made to wait for a good half an hour before she'd even speak to them. Just to increase their agitation levels, really. She prided herself in being able to read people, to spot the liars and the tricksters. She had spent her childhood desperately searching for some emotion from her father. Now she was good at telling which of the little weasels were goofing off during class, and it helped to have them feeling nervous before she began.

Pandora eased one of the bricks of the fireplace out, and let out a loud string of profanities when it landed on her foot. It couldn't be summoned out by magic, for security reasons, but she wished she had remembered that without a summoning spell gravity would happen quickly. Behind the fireplace was a jar of floo powder, her private stock. Many people had it, so the sight of that alone wouldn't be enough to arouse suspicion, but she didn't trust the little cretins that ran around the school like they owned it. There was no apparating inside school grounds, so if she wanted to get to the meetings she needed to travel an alternate route. And there was no need to get anyone wondering why she was so very desperate to replenish her stash if a bottom-feeder nabbed it. "Incendio." She pointed her wand at the fireplace, then tossed a pinch of powder onto the crackling flames. In the green light of the magical fire she replaced the brick, whispered her destination, and stepped through.

She stepped out in a burst of fire and coughed again to clear the smoke from her throat, whispering, "Evanesco." The soot of the travel and the fire vanished with a quick flick of her wand. Easy. She smirked to herself, then paused, listening carefully to the voice coming from the next room. Was she late? Better check before striding in there. She peered casually around the corner, then relaxed and walked in. Only one person had arrived before her, she was in the clear. She waited until he fell silent, then announced her presence properly with, "And the students "in training"," she made a point of putting air quotes around the words, then put one hand on her hip and let the other one fall to her side "are for the most part quite...eager. But honestly? They need some work. And they need to figure out what they really signed up for." She grinned as she walked to a wall and leaned against it. Now for her big ace play.

"But since Hogwarts is hosting the tournament, I'll be able to scope out the best and brightest from three different countries." And she already had one prospective member in mind. A bit of a head case, but she struck her as a sociopath, the way she'd lied without even batting an eye. Desperate times and all that, and even if she was missing a few screws they could still find some use. If she managed to recruit some people from the tournament, she might actually get acknowledged with more than a slight movement of muscle and bone. Or they might just ignore all of the good work she put in again. It was a coin toss.