FOSS, iris

[Iris Foss]

{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}

hi, my name is v-la and i joined because i'm hungry.

{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}


FULL NAME: Iris Cornelia Foss
AGE: 12
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 2
BIRTHDAY: April 22
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Hufflepuff
FAMILY:
Jacob Foss - Muggle, 45
Louise Foss - Muggle, 44
Judy Foss - Muggle, 15
Caleb Foss - Muggle, 15
Ariel Foss - Muggle, 11
Julian Foss - Muggle, 10
Lucy Foss - Muggle, 8
Edward Foss - Muggle, 7
ANYTHING ELSE:

* Middle child from a large family of Muggles
* Rather placid, never the one in the spotlight
* Determined behind the scenes, feels she has a lot to prove being muggleborn and in Hufflepuff
* Protective of her younger siblings, and younger kids in general
* A rather maternal persona, even at twelve years old
* Gardening is her hobby, she tends her family's garden with her siblings' help
* Not always good at Herbology, but has a green thumb that can make any garden flourish
* Likes to feel secure, doesn't feel comfortable with facing danger
* Definitely practical rather than idealistic
* An industrious and stable personality until provoked
* If provoked, she becomes a raging bull, a force to be reckoned with in a fist fight
* She'll tackle you to the ground and pin you down, then blush and feel awfully apologetic later
* Uncomfortable in her skin, needs ego stroking to believe in herself
* Loves food, a big sucker for a cozy armchair and comfort food
* Prefers being outdoors to being indoors, loves everything that grows
* Sometimes has horrible dreams, but does her best to ignore them
* Wakes up from those dreams feeling depressed and out of touch with her surroundings
* But again, she tries to ignore it, determined to be reliable and steadfast

{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}[/center]

SPENT MY DAY STARING AT THE CEILING
making friends with shadows on my wall

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Jolie hid a yawn behind her hand as she shuffled through the box of manila file folders sitting on her desk. The dark circles under her blue eyes looked permanently etched on her face at this point, but her eager expressions never wavered whenever a lost individual came up to her welcome desk, looking for help. She could have all the problems in the world, that didn't matter. But as soon as they became someone else's problems, as soon as they started to disrupt her job, then it was a serious issue. She pulled one of the files out of the box, labeled 'Gregory, Thomas.' When she looked back up at the woman standing on the other side, her perky smile reappeared. "Here we are. Sorry it took me a moment, let me see..." she flipped the file open and moved her finger down along the neat handwriting of the healer who'd filled in his paperwork.

"Yes, it looks like he was moved out of intensive care this morning. Ward C. They're fairly confident that he'll pull through just fine, Healer Simmons - he's in charge up there - wrote that while it was a nasty case of Dragon Pox, he's young and healthy." She beamed up at the woman, glad she could give her some good news like that. "So, same floor, but it's the third door on the left now." The woman could have figured that out by looking at the map, but she was already right there and it was her job to be helpful, wasn't it? She was the welcome witch, directing anyone that was lost or impaired in some way. Some people came through here with pretty odd injuries or accidents. Nothing serious, the serious issues were taken right on in. But people that wouldn't die if they waited for a bit while healers saw to the ones that would die if they waited for a bit generally sat in front of her.

That wasn't easy to tell with the long line in front of her. It was a Saturday in February, but the idea that the Death Eaters had returned was getting a larger crowd into the Spell Damage ward. Not actual Death Eater attacks, there would be an uproar and a lot more casualties if that happened. Just people being stupid because of the death eaters being back. One group that came in had been in what had started out as a bar fight. Some idiot was starting trouble by saying that vampires and werewolves were filth that shouldn't have rights, going on to say that they should all be stamped out as she knocked a few back. There had been a couple of vampires there, and they hadn't liked that. But instead of just confronting him and then letting their anger go, a fight had broken out. Other people had gotten involved, throwing punches and curses until it had all been a mess.

At least no one had died though. She'd been collecting some files and had overheard one of the healers lecturing them on irresponsible behavior the next day, and heard the tell-tale complaints of a serious hangover. Not that she'd ever had one, only seen them. That lot had been lucky to get away with a few minor injuries and a bill from the very angry owner whose bar they'd trashed during their fight.

Things were going to get a whole lot worse in England soon. The Death Eaters had - in a completely reprehensible and cowardly move - attacked a bunch of Hogwarts students on the first of September last year. If she was just one year younger, she would have been there as a seventh year student, possibly facing adults with ill intent and a fully realized arsenal of curses for the first time. Jolie had, of course, faced plenty of Tepes thugs while they had been in charge of Hogwarts. She was very adept at getting out of the way by now. But there were plenty of students that had never faced anything like that, and must have been terrified, especially the younger ones. It was hard to be glad that no one had died and no student had been seriously injured when you knew that it wasn't over, and that something much worse was coming.

Jolie smiled at the man who had been in line behind the woman, listening while he shouted that he needed to check in to Spell Damage because his brother had turned his ears into mushrooms and he couldn't hear a thing. "All right, you'll need to fill this out, let me get you a quill." Spotting his confused look, she realizer her mistake and sighed. She held up a hand to signal that he should remain where he was, then turned in her seat and opened a drawer, grabbing one of the cheap self-inking quills that St. Mungo's kept for patients to fill out forms with. If they were the ones that could afford to wait in the front room, they could also fill out the necessary paperwork while they did so. "Here you go." She handed him a small sheaf of parchment, one of many cluttering her desk, and the quill. He seemed to get the message, and walked off towards the chairs.

That was one more person for spell damage to deal with, though that wasn't an especially difficult thing to fix, it just required knowing how his ears had been turned to mushrooms in the first place. It was probably a human transfiguration spell, something even she in her plain white dress and 'Welcome Witch' badge could manage. Thinking like that was awful of her though, the man might not be good at transfiguration and if he tried to remedy the problem he could end up making things worse, even hurting himself. She just felt bad that Spell Damage was so overworked. And, just like the general situation, that wasn't going to get any better.

In a way, it was sort of worse to know that she was a Seer instead of just crazy. She hadn't ruled out the possibility that she was crazy, but after having her situation explained she agreed that she was some sort of Seer as well. Just thinking she was having nightmares was better, at least it was just her problem and it was something she had forced herself to just get through and move on. But knowing that the things she saw were true, that they were really going to happen...that was just so much worse. Of course, nothing was for sure going to happen. That had been explained as well. Time was constantly in flux, nothing was certain until it happened. The past wasn't going to change unless some incredibly stupid idiot went tampering with it, but the future wasn't set in stone.

Knowing that the future was mutable didn't exactly do her any good though. So she knew that the fire for sure didn't have to kill all those people, but what could she do about it? She had no idea where that place was, or how to stop the fire from happening if she ever found it. And there wasn't much of anything she could do about the impending conflict with the Death Eaters and The Revolution, short of murdering a number of people. And Jolie would not, could not kill people. She wished there was someone she could talk to about this, someone really clever who could figure out how to stop that terrible calamity before it happened, but how could she? She could just imagine that conversation in her head. "Hi Meghan. I thought I was crazy and I still could be but I'm also having visions and there's gonna be a giant war that spirals out of control. How've you been?"

Somehow, she didn't think that would go very well. She moved one of her blonde pigtails out of the way as she put the manila folder back in its spot, then looked up at the next person in front of the desk. "Hello sir, how can I help you? Yessir, just give me a name and I can find the ward they're in." When the man gave her the name of the relation he was looking to visit, Jolie smiled and nodded at him. "Alright. Just give me a minute," she said. With a slight grunt, the slender eighteen year old pulled the box of folders that was currently on her desk down to the ground, and heaved another one up. This is a regular workout. Whoever said office life was dull?

all night hearing voices saying I should sleep
CAUSE TOMORROW MIGHT BE GOOD OR SOMETHING

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