Post by Eden Fletcher on Jul 1, 2017 23:56:27 GMT -5
Name: Eden Chante Fletcher
Age: 28
Birthdate/place: [April- 1st-2010] Slums of London
Species: (Human, veela, vampire, werewolf, etc) Human
Gender: Female
Family: [Include blood status and any family members]
Half Blood
Emery Fletcher- brother -deceased
Elianora Fletcher, sister-32
Chantey-Marie Ashcroft Fletcher: Mother, Pureblood,deceased at 22
Avery Fletcher: Father, Mudblood, deceased at 24
Natasha Loren James Ashcroft pureblood, Maternal Grandmother, deceased
Emenington Orion Ashcroft, pureblood, Maternal grandfather, flux victim
Appearance:
Hair: Messy blonde curls that tumble down her back almost to her waist.
Eyes: Large blue eyes framed by pale lashes.
Build/height- 5’5 slender
General Description- Eden Fletcher is a pretty young woman with a flashing smile, a yard of blonde curls and twinkling blue eyes that could melt hearts. It is hard to see the pale waif with the matted curls and haunted eyes she had once been in the confident young woman she had become. The shadows that had darkened her eyes are long gone. Sometimes the light blue turn dark with memories but it is rare these days. There is a lightness about her that hadn’t been there when she’d been a child. At 5’5 Eden is of average height. For a time Eden thought she’d always be a skinny midget. After the flux though, Eden suddenly shot up several inches in a year and put on weight. As a child she’d always been rail thin plagued by fevers that disappeared after the flux. No one would describe Eden as gaunt any more, in fact she’s more round than thin with an ample amount of womanly curves. She often wears her long hair loose around her shoulders, except when painting, then it’s piled into a messy bun on the top of her head. Eden’s appearance is a little windswept. She often has paint smudges on her cheeks, streaks on her clothes and ink stained fingers. There is very little she owns that isn’t covered in paint specks. She tries to be more put together when she is sketching for the auror department but she often ends up looking disheveled. She usually ends up with a quill stuck in her hair and her curls are never even and usually just a bit fuzzy. She just doesn’t have the time or the inclination to put on makeup or make sure her hair is smooth.
Possessions- Eden has a few treasured possessions. A locket that had belonged to her mother, a torn crumpled picture of her as a toddler with her mum, dad and her siblings, a engraved box of muggle charcoal pencils, a sketch she made of Max Kameren.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Eden has a dreamy quality to her. She often spends time just standing in one spot watching, imagining how things would look on her canvas. She’d always had a far off look in her eyes but now it is the calculating gaze of an artist and not the haunted look of gazing into the future no one else could see. As a child, Eden was cautious, more than a little skittish, and often presented a false cheer. Free from terrifying visions of the future, adult Eden is truly happy and living in the moment. Eden can be quite bold and impulsive. She will go from standing still to surging forward in seconds. She loves to travel and often pops into new places just to see the sights on a whim and return to London a few hours later. Eden is very compassionate and it comes out in her art. She uses her talents to sketch for the department of magical law enforcement. She loves fiercely and acts based on emotions and instinct. This act first think later behavior has gotten her into some tight spots. She can be a bit of a daredevil and she takes risks she shouldn’t. She is enthusiastic and confident. She does not like being confined and often chafes against rules and punishment. She can be impatient with herself when things are not resolving quickly, especially when she is trying to fix a wrong she sees in the world. She likes to take charge and finds it difficult to obey or take commands.
Alliance-
Alignment-
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Gryffindor
Job- Painter/part time sketch artist
Employer-Self/ Department of Magical Law Enforcement on an as needed basis.
OWLs/NEWTs- Mostly acceptable and a few exceeds expectations.
Other:
Magical Skills- Seer. As a child Eden had predictions of the future. She mostly saw them in visions and dreams. Usually what she saw was quick snippets or symbols. During the demon war she had a surge of visions in shocking detail. At the end of the demon war she gave her only verbal prophecy which she didn’t remember giving then she fainted. Then the flux happened and she didn’t have any more visions of the future until the day they all returned.
Patronus- A small threstal
Wand- beech, 10 1/4 inches, unicorn hair.
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
Eden Fletcher is the product of two fools who had found in each other a greater fool to admire. Thus it was fitting that she came mewing into the world on the first of April, the day of fools. Born nearly three months early it was a cursed miracle that she survived for her parents had little money and two older children to feed. Still they had a lot of love and for many that is what counts.
Life would have been easier though if Pureblood Princess Chante Marie Ashcroft had never visited the flying horse camp where son of a squib, Avery Fletcher worked trying to support his family. It was at the camp that an unlikely friendship grew. Chante-Marie was born with a silver wand in her fist, never wanting for anything. Avery was the stereotypical opposite, the oldest of seven he was always wanting for something. Good with animals, Avery had quit Hogwarts at sixteen to work full time at the flying horse camp. His mother was having a difficulty holding down a job, she could perform no magic and she was too odd for most muggles. Bored with modeling Chante-Marie escaped from her high profile life (her father was a ministry politician), by learning how to fly horses. Every holiday, Chante returned to the camp and slowly her relationship with Avery grew. The summer before her seventh year, Chante believed she was in love and gave herself to Avery. That fall she discovered she was with child. Avery had been terrified when he found out, how was he suppose to support another baby? His meager paycheck was not enough to support his mother and siblings as is. Still, Avery proposed, Chante accepted and in a naive spur of the moment decision eloped during Christmas break while her parents were vacationing in Japan.
Years later, Avery and Chante would see it as the first of many mistakes. They were young and very foolish. When the Ashcroft's found out they were furious and when Chante refused to give up the child, annul the marriage and return to school they disowned her thinking she'd change her mind. Stubborn, she refused, thinking that love would conquer all. It didn't but some of her wounds were soothed. Still, changing diapers in a small one bed room apartment overlooking the Leaky Cauldron was not what she was used to.
Avery longed to give Chante the pretty things she had been accustomed to. He truly did love her, for she was a generous person who didn't complain too loudly and merlin she had given him a son! Emery Fletcher had changed both of his parent's lives, maturing them. Wanting to give his son more than he had, Avery began to do side work for a shady crowd. Smuggling supplies, hiding dark objects during raids etc. Chante-Marie rarely asked where the money came from, trusting her husband.
When Eden, their third child was born, things were teetering on the edge of a cliff. Chante-Marie was unhappy and despondent, her love now resentful and bitter. Avery Fletcher was rarely home as he tried to keep creditors at bay. He'd borrowed and robbed from far too many unsavory characters and they were coming to collect. Eden was two when everything went south and her father was killed by Death Eaters he had crossed. Angry and believing that her husband was cheating on her, Chante went out to find him in the pouring rain, leaving seven year old Emery in charge of his little sisters. She never did find her husband, instead she returned home weary and sick. Two days later an auror came by the apartment, let inside by a cherub faced Eden. Chante was aloof, distant and cold as she took in the news of her father's death. Her lack of an emotional response startled the young auror and birthed suspicions that the wife may have had something to do with the death after all. An investigation was started, adding to Chante's stress. Terrified, she once again contacted her parents but they refused to talk to her. The men who had killed her husband planted evidence that it had been Chante and she had been taken into custody. Already weak, Chante sicked and died.
The Ashcrofts had never seen their grandchildren before the day a social services witch landed on their stoop children in tow. The Ashcrofts agreed to take in the children, no blood of theirs would ever stay in an orphanage!
Thus began the golden era of Eden's childhood. She barely remembers life before six course meals and silk sheets. Eden was a special child, sensitive to others. From a young age she always seemed to know when something bad was going to happen. She had strange feelings and would often get upset. As Eden grew older she began to have strange dreams. Often she woke up screaming, afraid of the dark things in her head. Sometimes the dreams were nice and she would laugh and smile in her sleep. Her grandparents worried about the little girl. It was quite unnatural for such a little girl to dream of war and death. Eden dreamed that her older sister, who was blind, would fall down the stairs. She told her grandmother but the woman did not believe her. When Elnora broke her ankle after falling down the front steps, Lady Ashcroft berated Eden, thinking that the little girl pushed her sister. Eden soon learned that her dreams were not something to talk about. That they unsettled her grandparents. Eden knew that adults expected her to be smiling and happy, so she said little about what she saw.
The Ashcrofts were very worried about Eden. Often she would acquire a burning fever and then suddenly she was well. More than once they took Eden to St. Mungos. When Eden was eight she began to see a mind healer. Her grandparents suspected that Eden might be a seer but hoped it was not true. The abilities of a seer were unknown and thus terrifying. Who knew what the girl could do? It was an abomination. At eight, Eden began taking dreamless sleeping potions to allow her to sleep. For a while they worked and a pretend normalcy surrounded her.
Despite her nocturnal troubles, Eden's abilities also presented itself in her drawings. Art was a way for Eden to express the strange feelings she had. Sometimes her eyes would close and her hand would sketch on it's own accord, these inkings Eden would hide.
Eden was treated like a glass object with a tiny crack, an imperfection that must be shielded from the world. Her older brother Emery, watched over her, protected her and cared for her. Sometimes though, Eden resented the protection. She learned from an early age what adults expected from her and Eden was fearless. When she was well, she was a boisterous little girl asking questions with her cheeky pert tongue. Her charming smile often stemmed a rebuke. The little girl wormed her way into her stern grandfather's heart and she became his favorite grandchild. For a while little Eden could do no wrong.
Hogwarts arrived and Eden followed her older brother onto the train, excitement shaking through her small body. She was a tiny little thing, barely four feet four. Her size did not stop her from creating an impact. To Emery's relief and horror, Eden was sorted into Gryffindor. While her brother was there at school with her he was not in her house and that was freedom to Eden. If she needed Emery she could always call on him but for the most part she had to make her own way. Eden tried to make friends and she would often approach a lot of students and strike up a conversation. It’s just that she was more than a little odd. She had lived a very sheltered life with her grandparents and she hadn’t really socialized with other children. She also found herself bombarded by images of death and destruction. She would be in mid conversation and then suddenly she would go silent, her eyes darkening and she would just stare. It freaked people out. As the year progressed she found herself having more visions and nightmares. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. The other girls in her dorm would tease her and call her baby. Eden found herself outside exploring the grounds of Hogwarts alone rather than with the girls who were rude. So Eden ignored her fellow first years and instead befriended a potion master and his son Max. Together Eden and Max were a terrible force and they became inseparable. It was a friendship that would last well into their adulthood. Eden showed Max the wizarding world and he taught her about the muggle. It was the first time that Eden learned about the world that her father had been a part of.
The demon wars
If meeting Max Kameren was the best thing to ever happen to her, then the demon wars were the most defining event in her life.
Eden had seen the demons in her dreams, long before the first attack, perhaps even years. After the Christmas holidays during her first year when she really started getting the dreams. At first it had been random but as the months past and the weather turned warmer she saw the inky black creatures whenever she fell asleep. Eden quickly turned into a wreck. Finally, she couldn’t take being in her dorm anymore and she’d snuck out to the owlery to draw. It was peaceful among the restless birds. She was sketching a bird snacking on a mouse when she entered a trace. Suddenly her expression turned blank and her hand moved across the page. Below the half sketched owl an image of a trio of demons swallowed up the page. They were ripping apart a man. Eden didn’t know how long she had been drawing but when she finally became aware of cold stiff limbs she had filled her entire sketch book with dark drawings. Pages of gaping mouths, and blood. She was terrified, as she stared down at the face of what she thought was her beloved teacher. Without thinking Eden grabbed her sketches and raced to the Professor’s living quarters. She knew where he lived because Max had showed her. Eden had nearly fainted when Curse opened the door. She was so distraught that she could barely blurt out her story, she just showed him the pictures.
Curse Kameren had believed Eden and because of that they saved his brother. After that night the dreams lessened a bit. She began to have lessens on how to calm her mind, how to create a wall to block the visions out, or at least make them less intense. It didn’t really work. The visions were still random but she found that ignoring the dreams made it worse. If she acknowledged what she had seen, recorded it, then it would just fade away. She started a dream journal. Most of Eden’s dreams didn’t make any sense. Just random images. Sometimes she would get a sort of clear picture but wasn’t sure if she was just projecting her own imagination. Sometimes words accompanied the dreams but mostly it was symbols. A lone wolf hunting. A broken mask holding a stone. A light fixture flickering off and on growing weaker. Eden grew tired of seeing things. She worked constantly at trying to block the images out. For a time she did and disaster struck. Her best friend had been kidnapped. Max Kameren had been taken by the Masked Lady and Eden had seen nothing. She hadn’t had a glimpse. She didn’t know where he was. She was useless. Her dreams leading up to his kidnapping were of a stone with a ghost trapped inside. Nothing about Max. When he had been taken she had locked herself in her room and tried to will herself to dream. It didn’t work.
Eden had nearly gone crazy when Max had been taken. He had become the best thing in her world. She liked living near him. It had been a great summer with him living with his dad in Godricks Hollow. He was normalcy in her world. With Max Eden was allowed to be herself. At home she was forced to play a part. Life in her gated town house was formal and isolating. It didn’t help that her older brother had gone missing. It was assumed he just ran away. A note had been left on his bed. Emery Fletcher had written it but the vague missive wasn’t about him running away. It was about a boy he was pining after and how he was ashamed for disappointing his grandparents.
The ending of the demon war was a blur to Eden. Her grandparents had refused to allow her outside after Max had gone missing. For the rest of the summer she had been kept in doors. Only when Max returned did she escape out her window to welcome him back. Eden hadn’t been aware of the flux at first. She’d been at tea with her grandmother when she blacked out. At first her grandmother had thought Eden was clumsy when her tea cup shattered on the ground. Eden’s eyes had turned dark and vacant as words spilled out of her mouth. To this day Eden doesn’t know what words she gave. After she had finished spouting the prophecy she collapsed. It was three days later when Eden woke up in her bedroom, sweaty from a fever. It was the first time that Eden had given a true prophecy that was officially recorded in the hall of prophets. It was also the last time she had a glimpse of the future for 17 years.
The flux was another turning point in Eden’s life. Her grandfather had been flooing to the ministry when it occurred. The great Ashwood had vanished. He’d been a former Minister of Magic before he had children. It had been a tragic loss for magical society. Eden was grateful the old tyrant was gone. He wasn’t abusive but he didn’t like his youngest grandchild. She was too wild like her mother and different. He saw her trances and visions like a shameful illness, an imperfection he tried so hard to cure. When he couldn’t cure his granddaughter he ignored her.
Despite her grandfather’s disappearance, third year was a peaceful one for Eden. The demons were gone, Emery had been found and she hadn’t a single vison. She was free. At first she thought it was a fluke. Just a break but weeks turned into months and months turned into an entire school year without her zoning out in class or mid bite. Her grades improved and she made a few more friends besides Max. She stopped waking up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. Her dorm mates actually started to sort of like her. While things were going better for her, it wasn’t true for everyone else. Hundreds of people had just vanished. Poof. They were just gone. Students had never returned to Hogwarts. A remembrance ceremony was held for them. Eden became fascinated with the lives of those who vanished. Eventually she would sketch each victim for an art show, an image of the missing as they had been and an imagined, older version if they had lived.
Eden graduated Hogwarts with passing marks. While her studies had improved now that she wasn’t having visions in class, she wasn’t the most studious person. She tended to day dream. Her friendship with Max Kameren strengthened and they became inseparable as they grew older. The closer Eden got to the Kameren was more distant she became with her own family. She constantly found herself rebelling against the wishes of her grandparents. Her Grandmother did not approve of her association with the tainted Kameren family but with the man of the house gone there wasn’t much her grandmother could do.
The death of her grandfather had caused her grandmother to cling to all of her grandchildren, even Eden. The old bat started to take more of an interest in her youngest grandchild. She tried to shape the girl in a respectable lady, like any pureblood should be but her tainted blood showed sometimes. Eden tried to please her grandmother a little but as soon as Eden graduated from Hogwarts she was gone. It had been cowardly of Eden but she had packed a duffle bag and had slipped away to the Kamerens. Her grandmother pretended that she was away on holiday. A few days after Eden had left she had received a embossed invitation to tea. Her presence was mandatory. Max had talked Eden into going. It had been a civil affair in the rose garden. Natsaha Ashcroft was elegant grace at 120. Patiently she laid down the rules. Now that Eden was an adult she would be treated like one. Eden could have her relationship with that Kameren boy but she would need to behave properly. Eden could live on her own if she wished but she would be required to make monthly appearances. If she was so bent on working, there was an assistant position available with her old friend in the department of mysteries. The job was Eden’s for the taking. Outraged and determined not to be controlled Eden politely refused. As she stood up to leave her grandmother’s claw like hand snatched her back. The old dragon had a nasty grip. Eden was not excused. Her grandmother had expected the refusal. Eden reluctantly sat back down as her grandmother smugly laid out the terms of her trust fund. She would not disown Eden no matter what she did. Natasha Ashcroft made a mistake only once. Disowning her daughter only led to her death. Eden could have her little temper tantrum. She could take any job she liked as long as she attended a few family functions. 24 days out of the year was all that was expected of her. Eden could draw from her account as needed. She had a set amount deposited every month. If she needed more money she could attend more functions. She was required to attend the weekly formal dinners that occurred every Sunday she hadn’t been in school during her childhood. At first Eden was determined not to give in to her Grandmother. She didn’t need the money. She could make it on her own. She didn’t last more than a few months. Working minimum wage at the Quill shop didn’t pay the bills. She could only mooch off the Kamerens for so long. They had two little kids and with Max back at school for his final year it was just awkward. Reluctantly, Eden agreed to her grandmother’s terms but she only took as much money as she needed. Eden moved into a super tiny apartment in a shady part of Diagon Alley.
The year without Max was hard. She wrote to him as much as she could. She made sure to spend time with him on Hogsmeade visits. To distract herself, Eden went to muggle art school. She took pleasure in turning her grandmother’s gold into filthy muggle money. In retaliation her grandmother set her up on a blind date with a suitable candidate for marriage. Eden drew characters on her napkin. Her escort was not impressed. Eden sucked it up and went to weekly dinners. Her siblings were always in attendance. It was the one time she saw them. Emery was distant. He had not fought his grandmother when she had arranged an easy job at the ministry. Since his quiet recovery out of the country, he had been obedient. He rarely spoke during the dinners. He was like a ghost, polite but distant. As soon as dinner was over he vanished. Elianora was lovely. She embodied what it meant to be an Ashcroft. She’d even took the name, dropping Fletcher when she had turned 17. Eden resented her perfect older sister. Elianora still lived with their grandmother and she was engaged to the right man. She was always pestering Eden to just settle down. Eden ignored her attempts at setting her up with a lovely chap. Eden was so wrapped up in her own melodrama that she hadn’t realized her brother was struggling.
Life happened and the arrangement lasted for several years. Max graduated from Hogwarts. Eventually they moved into a flat in muggle London together. Eden finished her art studies. She started doing sketches and paintings for money while still working at the quill shop.
Just before Eden’s 21 birthday, Emery Fletcher just disappeared. He missed the family dinner. No owl. Nothing. Grandmother had been livid. Eden had secretly rejoiced. She thought that maybe Emery was on a date. It wasn’t until two days later that a bloody hand print had been found on rocks over looking the sea. His bloody wand had been found wedged between sharp rocks. Emery Fletcher was presumed dead.
Natasha Ashcroft had been serving tea for a few of her friends when an auror dropped by to give her the news. At first the old woman just stood there, frozen tea pot in hand. Then she just crumpled to the flood. Dead of heartbreak.
Eden Chante Fletcher became an heiress at 21 but she didn’t care about the money. Eden became obsessive over her brother’s disappearance. Was this a second flux? Was he really dead? There was no body. Did he kill himself like the prophet speculated? He’d been involved with the whole demon thing, did his guilt finally get to him. Eden began to delve into her brother’s disappearance following down a rabbit hole. Emery had escaped into drugs. For years he had spent his trust fund allowance on anything that could take the pain away. He had been good at hiding it. Going to his mediocre ministry job day after day, punching the time clock. Then just partying the night away and she never knew.
She spent her money on trying to find out more about her brother. Her obsession led her to the department of magical law enforcement. One thing led to another and Eden started doing sketches for aurors. She had a knack for catching the likeliness of a person. At first she just made up a few sketches of a possible criminal. Then it became the description of a cursed object and before she knew it she was offered an actual job. Eden is now a part time sketch artist for the department. She even has her own cubical. She goes into the office several times a week but could be called to scenes as an on needed basis.
Age: 28
Birthdate/place: [April- 1st-2010] Slums of London
Species: (Human, veela, vampire, werewolf, etc) Human
Gender: Female
Family: [Include blood status and any family members]
Half Blood
Emery Fletcher- brother -deceased
Elianora Fletcher, sister-32
Chantey-Marie Ashcroft Fletcher: Mother, Pureblood,deceased at 22
Avery Fletcher: Father, Mudblood, deceased at 24
Natasha Loren James Ashcroft pureblood, Maternal Grandmother, deceased
Emenington Orion Ashcroft, pureblood, Maternal grandfather, flux victim
Appearance:
Hair: Messy blonde curls that tumble down her back almost to her waist.
Eyes: Large blue eyes framed by pale lashes.
Build/height- 5’5 slender
General Description- Eden Fletcher is a pretty young woman with a flashing smile, a yard of blonde curls and twinkling blue eyes that could melt hearts. It is hard to see the pale waif with the matted curls and haunted eyes she had once been in the confident young woman she had become. The shadows that had darkened her eyes are long gone. Sometimes the light blue turn dark with memories but it is rare these days. There is a lightness about her that hadn’t been there when she’d been a child. At 5’5 Eden is of average height. For a time Eden thought she’d always be a skinny midget. After the flux though, Eden suddenly shot up several inches in a year and put on weight. As a child she’d always been rail thin plagued by fevers that disappeared after the flux. No one would describe Eden as gaunt any more, in fact she’s more round than thin with an ample amount of womanly curves. She often wears her long hair loose around her shoulders, except when painting, then it’s piled into a messy bun on the top of her head. Eden’s appearance is a little windswept. She often has paint smudges on her cheeks, streaks on her clothes and ink stained fingers. There is very little she owns that isn’t covered in paint specks. She tries to be more put together when she is sketching for the auror department but she often ends up looking disheveled. She usually ends up with a quill stuck in her hair and her curls are never even and usually just a bit fuzzy. She just doesn’t have the time or the inclination to put on makeup or make sure her hair is smooth.
Possessions- Eden has a few treasured possessions. A locket that had belonged to her mother, a torn crumpled picture of her as a toddler with her mum, dad and her siblings, a engraved box of muggle charcoal pencils, a sketch she made of Max Kameren.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Eden has a dreamy quality to her. She often spends time just standing in one spot watching, imagining how things would look on her canvas. She’d always had a far off look in her eyes but now it is the calculating gaze of an artist and not the haunted look of gazing into the future no one else could see. As a child, Eden was cautious, more than a little skittish, and often presented a false cheer. Free from terrifying visions of the future, adult Eden is truly happy and living in the moment. Eden can be quite bold and impulsive. She will go from standing still to surging forward in seconds. She loves to travel and often pops into new places just to see the sights on a whim and return to London a few hours later. Eden is very compassionate and it comes out in her art. She uses her talents to sketch for the department of magical law enforcement. She loves fiercely and acts based on emotions and instinct. This act first think later behavior has gotten her into some tight spots. She can be a bit of a daredevil and she takes risks she shouldn’t. She is enthusiastic and confident. She does not like being confined and often chafes against rules and punishment. She can be impatient with herself when things are not resolving quickly, especially when she is trying to fix a wrong she sees in the world. She likes to take charge and finds it difficult to obey or take commands.
Alliance-
Alignment-
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Gryffindor
Job- Painter/part time sketch artist
Employer-Self/ Department of Magical Law Enforcement on an as needed basis.
OWLs/NEWTs- Mostly acceptable and a few exceeds expectations.
Other:
Magical Skills- Seer. As a child Eden had predictions of the future. She mostly saw them in visions and dreams. Usually what she saw was quick snippets or symbols. During the demon war she had a surge of visions in shocking detail. At the end of the demon war she gave her only verbal prophecy which she didn’t remember giving then she fainted. Then the flux happened and she didn’t have any more visions of the future until the day they all returned.
Patronus- A small threstal
Wand- beech, 10 1/4 inches, unicorn hair.
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
Eden Fletcher is the product of two fools who had found in each other a greater fool to admire. Thus it was fitting that she came mewing into the world on the first of April, the day of fools. Born nearly three months early it was a cursed miracle that she survived for her parents had little money and two older children to feed. Still they had a lot of love and for many that is what counts.
Life would have been easier though if Pureblood Princess Chante Marie Ashcroft had never visited the flying horse camp where son of a squib, Avery Fletcher worked trying to support his family. It was at the camp that an unlikely friendship grew. Chante-Marie was born with a silver wand in her fist, never wanting for anything. Avery was the stereotypical opposite, the oldest of seven he was always wanting for something. Good with animals, Avery had quit Hogwarts at sixteen to work full time at the flying horse camp. His mother was having a difficulty holding down a job, she could perform no magic and she was too odd for most muggles. Bored with modeling Chante-Marie escaped from her high profile life (her father was a ministry politician), by learning how to fly horses. Every holiday, Chante returned to the camp and slowly her relationship with Avery grew. The summer before her seventh year, Chante believed she was in love and gave herself to Avery. That fall she discovered she was with child. Avery had been terrified when he found out, how was he suppose to support another baby? His meager paycheck was not enough to support his mother and siblings as is. Still, Avery proposed, Chante accepted and in a naive spur of the moment decision eloped during Christmas break while her parents were vacationing in Japan.
Years later, Avery and Chante would see it as the first of many mistakes. They were young and very foolish. When the Ashcroft's found out they were furious and when Chante refused to give up the child, annul the marriage and return to school they disowned her thinking she'd change her mind. Stubborn, she refused, thinking that love would conquer all. It didn't but some of her wounds were soothed. Still, changing diapers in a small one bed room apartment overlooking the Leaky Cauldron was not what she was used to.
Avery longed to give Chante the pretty things she had been accustomed to. He truly did love her, for she was a generous person who didn't complain too loudly and merlin she had given him a son! Emery Fletcher had changed both of his parent's lives, maturing them. Wanting to give his son more than he had, Avery began to do side work for a shady crowd. Smuggling supplies, hiding dark objects during raids etc. Chante-Marie rarely asked where the money came from, trusting her husband.
When Eden, their third child was born, things were teetering on the edge of a cliff. Chante-Marie was unhappy and despondent, her love now resentful and bitter. Avery Fletcher was rarely home as he tried to keep creditors at bay. He'd borrowed and robbed from far too many unsavory characters and they were coming to collect. Eden was two when everything went south and her father was killed by Death Eaters he had crossed. Angry and believing that her husband was cheating on her, Chante went out to find him in the pouring rain, leaving seven year old Emery in charge of his little sisters. She never did find her husband, instead she returned home weary and sick. Two days later an auror came by the apartment, let inside by a cherub faced Eden. Chante was aloof, distant and cold as she took in the news of her father's death. Her lack of an emotional response startled the young auror and birthed suspicions that the wife may have had something to do with the death after all. An investigation was started, adding to Chante's stress. Terrified, she once again contacted her parents but they refused to talk to her. The men who had killed her husband planted evidence that it had been Chante and she had been taken into custody. Already weak, Chante sicked and died.
The Ashcrofts had never seen their grandchildren before the day a social services witch landed on their stoop children in tow. The Ashcrofts agreed to take in the children, no blood of theirs would ever stay in an orphanage!
Thus began the golden era of Eden's childhood. She barely remembers life before six course meals and silk sheets. Eden was a special child, sensitive to others. From a young age she always seemed to know when something bad was going to happen. She had strange feelings and would often get upset. As Eden grew older she began to have strange dreams. Often she woke up screaming, afraid of the dark things in her head. Sometimes the dreams were nice and she would laugh and smile in her sleep. Her grandparents worried about the little girl. It was quite unnatural for such a little girl to dream of war and death. Eden dreamed that her older sister, who was blind, would fall down the stairs. She told her grandmother but the woman did not believe her. When Elnora broke her ankle after falling down the front steps, Lady Ashcroft berated Eden, thinking that the little girl pushed her sister. Eden soon learned that her dreams were not something to talk about. That they unsettled her grandparents. Eden knew that adults expected her to be smiling and happy, so she said little about what she saw.
The Ashcrofts were very worried about Eden. Often she would acquire a burning fever and then suddenly she was well. More than once they took Eden to St. Mungos. When Eden was eight she began to see a mind healer. Her grandparents suspected that Eden might be a seer but hoped it was not true. The abilities of a seer were unknown and thus terrifying. Who knew what the girl could do? It was an abomination. At eight, Eden began taking dreamless sleeping potions to allow her to sleep. For a while they worked and a pretend normalcy surrounded her.
Despite her nocturnal troubles, Eden's abilities also presented itself in her drawings. Art was a way for Eden to express the strange feelings she had. Sometimes her eyes would close and her hand would sketch on it's own accord, these inkings Eden would hide.
Eden was treated like a glass object with a tiny crack, an imperfection that must be shielded from the world. Her older brother Emery, watched over her, protected her and cared for her. Sometimes though, Eden resented the protection. She learned from an early age what adults expected from her and Eden was fearless. When she was well, she was a boisterous little girl asking questions with her cheeky pert tongue. Her charming smile often stemmed a rebuke. The little girl wormed her way into her stern grandfather's heart and she became his favorite grandchild. For a while little Eden could do no wrong.
Hogwarts arrived and Eden followed her older brother onto the train, excitement shaking through her small body. She was a tiny little thing, barely four feet four. Her size did not stop her from creating an impact. To Emery's relief and horror, Eden was sorted into Gryffindor. While her brother was there at school with her he was not in her house and that was freedom to Eden. If she needed Emery she could always call on him but for the most part she had to make her own way. Eden tried to make friends and she would often approach a lot of students and strike up a conversation. It’s just that she was more than a little odd. She had lived a very sheltered life with her grandparents and she hadn’t really socialized with other children. She also found herself bombarded by images of death and destruction. She would be in mid conversation and then suddenly she would go silent, her eyes darkening and she would just stare. It freaked people out. As the year progressed she found herself having more visions and nightmares. She would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. The other girls in her dorm would tease her and call her baby. Eden found herself outside exploring the grounds of Hogwarts alone rather than with the girls who were rude. So Eden ignored her fellow first years and instead befriended a potion master and his son Max. Together Eden and Max were a terrible force and they became inseparable. It was a friendship that would last well into their adulthood. Eden showed Max the wizarding world and he taught her about the muggle. It was the first time that Eden learned about the world that her father had been a part of.
The demon wars
If meeting Max Kameren was the best thing to ever happen to her, then the demon wars were the most defining event in her life.
Eden had seen the demons in her dreams, long before the first attack, perhaps even years. After the Christmas holidays during her first year when she really started getting the dreams. At first it had been random but as the months past and the weather turned warmer she saw the inky black creatures whenever she fell asleep. Eden quickly turned into a wreck. Finally, she couldn’t take being in her dorm anymore and she’d snuck out to the owlery to draw. It was peaceful among the restless birds. She was sketching a bird snacking on a mouse when she entered a trace. Suddenly her expression turned blank and her hand moved across the page. Below the half sketched owl an image of a trio of demons swallowed up the page. They were ripping apart a man. Eden didn’t know how long she had been drawing but when she finally became aware of cold stiff limbs she had filled her entire sketch book with dark drawings. Pages of gaping mouths, and blood. She was terrified, as she stared down at the face of what she thought was her beloved teacher. Without thinking Eden grabbed her sketches and raced to the Professor’s living quarters. She knew where he lived because Max had showed her. Eden had nearly fainted when Curse opened the door. She was so distraught that she could barely blurt out her story, she just showed him the pictures.
Curse Kameren had believed Eden and because of that they saved his brother. After that night the dreams lessened a bit. She began to have lessens on how to calm her mind, how to create a wall to block the visions out, or at least make them less intense. It didn’t really work. The visions were still random but she found that ignoring the dreams made it worse. If she acknowledged what she had seen, recorded it, then it would just fade away. She started a dream journal. Most of Eden’s dreams didn’t make any sense. Just random images. Sometimes she would get a sort of clear picture but wasn’t sure if she was just projecting her own imagination. Sometimes words accompanied the dreams but mostly it was symbols. A lone wolf hunting. A broken mask holding a stone. A light fixture flickering off and on growing weaker. Eden grew tired of seeing things. She worked constantly at trying to block the images out. For a time she did and disaster struck. Her best friend had been kidnapped. Max Kameren had been taken by the Masked Lady and Eden had seen nothing. She hadn’t had a glimpse. She didn’t know where he was. She was useless. Her dreams leading up to his kidnapping were of a stone with a ghost trapped inside. Nothing about Max. When he had been taken she had locked herself in her room and tried to will herself to dream. It didn’t work.
Eden had nearly gone crazy when Max had been taken. He had become the best thing in her world. She liked living near him. It had been a great summer with him living with his dad in Godricks Hollow. He was normalcy in her world. With Max Eden was allowed to be herself. At home she was forced to play a part. Life in her gated town house was formal and isolating. It didn’t help that her older brother had gone missing. It was assumed he just ran away. A note had been left on his bed. Emery Fletcher had written it but the vague missive wasn’t about him running away. It was about a boy he was pining after and how he was ashamed for disappointing his grandparents.
The ending of the demon war was a blur to Eden. Her grandparents had refused to allow her outside after Max had gone missing. For the rest of the summer she had been kept in doors. Only when Max returned did she escape out her window to welcome him back. Eden hadn’t been aware of the flux at first. She’d been at tea with her grandmother when she blacked out. At first her grandmother had thought Eden was clumsy when her tea cup shattered on the ground. Eden’s eyes had turned dark and vacant as words spilled out of her mouth. To this day Eden doesn’t know what words she gave. After she had finished spouting the prophecy she collapsed. It was three days later when Eden woke up in her bedroom, sweaty from a fever. It was the first time that Eden had given a true prophecy that was officially recorded in the hall of prophets. It was also the last time she had a glimpse of the future for 17 years.
The flux was another turning point in Eden’s life. Her grandfather had been flooing to the ministry when it occurred. The great Ashwood had vanished. He’d been a former Minister of Magic before he had children. It had been a tragic loss for magical society. Eden was grateful the old tyrant was gone. He wasn’t abusive but he didn’t like his youngest grandchild. She was too wild like her mother and different. He saw her trances and visions like a shameful illness, an imperfection he tried so hard to cure. When he couldn’t cure his granddaughter he ignored her.
Despite her grandfather’s disappearance, third year was a peaceful one for Eden. The demons were gone, Emery had been found and she hadn’t a single vison. She was free. At first she thought it was a fluke. Just a break but weeks turned into months and months turned into an entire school year without her zoning out in class or mid bite. Her grades improved and she made a few more friends besides Max. She stopped waking up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. Her dorm mates actually started to sort of like her. While things were going better for her, it wasn’t true for everyone else. Hundreds of people had just vanished. Poof. They were just gone. Students had never returned to Hogwarts. A remembrance ceremony was held for them. Eden became fascinated with the lives of those who vanished. Eventually she would sketch each victim for an art show, an image of the missing as they had been and an imagined, older version if they had lived.
Eden graduated Hogwarts with passing marks. While her studies had improved now that she wasn’t having visions in class, she wasn’t the most studious person. She tended to day dream. Her friendship with Max Kameren strengthened and they became inseparable as they grew older. The closer Eden got to the Kameren was more distant she became with her own family. She constantly found herself rebelling against the wishes of her grandparents. Her Grandmother did not approve of her association with the tainted Kameren family but with the man of the house gone there wasn’t much her grandmother could do.
The death of her grandfather had caused her grandmother to cling to all of her grandchildren, even Eden. The old bat started to take more of an interest in her youngest grandchild. She tried to shape the girl in a respectable lady, like any pureblood should be but her tainted blood showed sometimes. Eden tried to please her grandmother a little but as soon as Eden graduated from Hogwarts she was gone. It had been cowardly of Eden but she had packed a duffle bag and had slipped away to the Kamerens. Her grandmother pretended that she was away on holiday. A few days after Eden had left she had received a embossed invitation to tea. Her presence was mandatory. Max had talked Eden into going. It had been a civil affair in the rose garden. Natsaha Ashcroft was elegant grace at 120. Patiently she laid down the rules. Now that Eden was an adult she would be treated like one. Eden could have her relationship with that Kameren boy but she would need to behave properly. Eden could live on her own if she wished but she would be required to make monthly appearances. If she was so bent on working, there was an assistant position available with her old friend in the department of mysteries. The job was Eden’s for the taking. Outraged and determined not to be controlled Eden politely refused. As she stood up to leave her grandmother’s claw like hand snatched her back. The old dragon had a nasty grip. Eden was not excused. Her grandmother had expected the refusal. Eden reluctantly sat back down as her grandmother smugly laid out the terms of her trust fund. She would not disown Eden no matter what she did. Natasha Ashcroft made a mistake only once. Disowning her daughter only led to her death. Eden could have her little temper tantrum. She could take any job she liked as long as she attended a few family functions. 24 days out of the year was all that was expected of her. Eden could draw from her account as needed. She had a set amount deposited every month. If she needed more money she could attend more functions. She was required to attend the weekly formal dinners that occurred every Sunday she hadn’t been in school during her childhood. At first Eden was determined not to give in to her Grandmother. She didn’t need the money. She could make it on her own. She didn’t last more than a few months. Working minimum wage at the Quill shop didn’t pay the bills. She could only mooch off the Kamerens for so long. They had two little kids and with Max back at school for his final year it was just awkward. Reluctantly, Eden agreed to her grandmother’s terms but she only took as much money as she needed. Eden moved into a super tiny apartment in a shady part of Diagon Alley.
The year without Max was hard. She wrote to him as much as she could. She made sure to spend time with him on Hogsmeade visits. To distract herself, Eden went to muggle art school. She took pleasure in turning her grandmother’s gold into filthy muggle money. In retaliation her grandmother set her up on a blind date with a suitable candidate for marriage. Eden drew characters on her napkin. Her escort was not impressed. Eden sucked it up and went to weekly dinners. Her siblings were always in attendance. It was the one time she saw them. Emery was distant. He had not fought his grandmother when she had arranged an easy job at the ministry. Since his quiet recovery out of the country, he had been obedient. He rarely spoke during the dinners. He was like a ghost, polite but distant. As soon as dinner was over he vanished. Elianora was lovely. She embodied what it meant to be an Ashcroft. She’d even took the name, dropping Fletcher when she had turned 17. Eden resented her perfect older sister. Elianora still lived with their grandmother and she was engaged to the right man. She was always pestering Eden to just settle down. Eden ignored her attempts at setting her up with a lovely chap. Eden was so wrapped up in her own melodrama that she hadn’t realized her brother was struggling.
Life happened and the arrangement lasted for several years. Max graduated from Hogwarts. Eventually they moved into a flat in muggle London together. Eden finished her art studies. She started doing sketches and paintings for money while still working at the quill shop.
Just before Eden’s 21 birthday, Emery Fletcher just disappeared. He missed the family dinner. No owl. Nothing. Grandmother had been livid. Eden had secretly rejoiced. She thought that maybe Emery was on a date. It wasn’t until two days later that a bloody hand print had been found on rocks over looking the sea. His bloody wand had been found wedged between sharp rocks. Emery Fletcher was presumed dead.
Natasha Ashcroft had been serving tea for a few of her friends when an auror dropped by to give her the news. At first the old woman just stood there, frozen tea pot in hand. Then she just crumpled to the flood. Dead of heartbreak.
Eden Chante Fletcher became an heiress at 21 but she didn’t care about the money. Eden became obsessive over her brother’s disappearance. Was this a second flux? Was he really dead? There was no body. Did he kill himself like the prophet speculated? He’d been involved with the whole demon thing, did his guilt finally get to him. Eden began to delve into her brother’s disappearance following down a rabbit hole. Emery had escaped into drugs. For years he had spent his trust fund allowance on anything that could take the pain away. He had been good at hiding it. Going to his mediocre ministry job day after day, punching the time clock. Then just partying the night away and she never knew.
She spent her money on trying to find out more about her brother. Her obsession led her to the department of magical law enforcement. One thing led to another and Eden started doing sketches for aurors. She had a knack for catching the likeliness of a person. At first she just made up a few sketches of a possible criminal. Then it became the description of a cursed object and before she knew it she was offered an actual job. Eden is now a part time sketch artist for the department. She even has her own cubical. She goes into the office several times a week but could be called to scenes as an on needed basis.
