Kaniliel Hymnwood 
Carsa Monvé
6th Year Slytherin
Prefect
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Kaniliel Hymnwood
Herbology
Head of Gryffindor
Roots Run Deep
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Abigail Lunaris
Ministry Official
Unspeakable
Typical...
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Posts: 400
(7/23/05 7:50 pm)
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Abigail Lunaris -- Head of the Department of Mysteries
OOC
Name: Melana
Contacts: cokethepepsislayer@hotmail.com
Age: 20
Code: Rita Skeeter
IC
Name: Abigail Lunaris
Nickname(s): None
DOB: June 13th 1963
Blood: Half-Blood
Previous School/House: Ravenclaw
Occupation: Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries (Unspeakable)
Physical Appearance:
Abigail's 135-pound hunched form stands at 5'2", which can rarely be considered imposing. Her heavy, pudgy build does nothing but worsen her limp and her dependence on her crutch that she holds under her left arm. Her love of food and her inability to partake in most physical activity are responsible for the generous amount of fat that covers her form. Walking is definitely a chore; the only comfortable ways of travelling being flying and apparating.
Abigail was born with her handicap. Her right knee was crooked and mishappen at birth, and there was nothing both Muggle and Magical medicine could do for it. Thanks to robes, all that can be seen about her handicap is her limp. The only people who have seen Abigail's malformed knee are her parents, half-sister, and the girls who shared her Ravenclaw dormitory room with her. On the most part, the Ravenclaw girls never seemed to have a problem with Abigail. They just pretended it wasn't there, which was refreshing compared to the constant teasing.
Forced to stay indoors most of the time, Abigail is usually very pale, almost greyish. She often looks sickly, mostly because she is; health never came to her easily. Dull and hazy light brown eyes stare out lazily from a box-like face, a very fine a low-set nose at its center. For fear of contrasting, Abigail's hair is also a dull light brown, bangs falling just above her eyes and short hair stopping at the end of her stubby neckline.
Abigail does not have the reputation of being a fancy lady. Although she is Head of an entire department at the Ministry, her salary does not reflect her status all too well. Knowing that she would be attracting pitiful stares no matter what sort of robes she wears, Abigail decided that one of her last financial priorities was quality robes. In fact, she is seen wearing mostly second-hand clothing in neutral tones like beige, grey and brown. Anything to blend in with the surroundings to attract as little attention upon herself as possible.
Personality:
Abigail is a very quiet person, though surprisingly not all that reserved. Not one to be shy, she enjoys company and people in general, albeit she could do without the stares her crutch usually attracts. But her career as an Unspeakable requires the ability to keep quiet; it is typically rather difficult to be observant when being talkative and loud. Intuitive and curious, Abigail likes getting to the bottom of things; especially if they consist of unsolved mysteries, or events that certain people wish to keep secret. She is an extremely good listener, and will certainly pick up nuances and subtleties in conversations that most would dismiss as unimportant.
Being a woman of short stature, Abigail displays the common trait of being headstrong. Witty retorts have always been her signature, as well as her best weapon against taunting and teasing. Others are so used to not hearing her and only see her around, listening intently to everything that's being said even though her eyes make her look like she's dozing off. So it comes to no surprise to have people make double-takes whenever Abigail says something, since it always comes out witty, insightful, and eloquent.
Her handicap is probably what triggered her pathological fear of fire. For many years she has had recurring dreams of being stuck wandless in a flaming building with no means of escape. But quidditch, on the other hand, is the subject of some of her best dreams. Abigail enjoys flying with a passion, seeing as it is the only way she feels 'normal' and can temporarily forget her handicap. Back at Hogwarts, one of her best subjects was Flying. Defence, Charms and Transfiguration were also some of her best subjects, to name but a few. Abigail was generally good at anything she put her mind to, thus justifying the Sorting hat's decision for placing her in Ravenclaw house.
History:
Abigail Louise Lunaris was born June 13th 1963 in Buckingham, England. Her father, Irving Lunaris, was the conductor of the Hogwarts Express for many years. He met Abigail's mother, a Muggle by the name of Susan Elliot, at King's Cross station an hour before he had to board the Express. Obviously the encounter had no occured on platform 9 and 3/4; it had been on the Muggle side of the station, where Susan was saying goodbye to her daughter who was going to visit her father in Edinburg. She was a divorced mother, but it was love at first sight. Susan had a hard time accepting Irving's magical heritage, and her daughter Annie had trouble coping with the concept as well, but things fell into place after some time once he demonstrated that magic was very different but mostly harmless.
As an infant - and to her father's greatest delight - Abigail showed clear signs of being a witch. Sparks literally flew when she was upset, and she kept making her milk bottle levitate above her crib. It came as no surprise in the Lunaris household when she received her letter from Hogwarts, and her father was most pleased. Annie, who had always kept her distance from the bizarre new intruders in the family, was glad to see her half-sister go. Of course, Irving was a charming man and Annie had no reason of disliking him, for he had always been extremely nice to her. She just had an incurable prejudice against anything that didn't conform with the norm. The fact that her father kept feeding her strange rumours about Susan's new husband didn't help matters either. They just weren't meant to get along. After many feuds and arguments, despite many concessions and sacrifices Susan was ready to make, it was decided that Annie go live with her father in Scotland which left Susan alone with Irving to raise Abigail in a much warmer family atmosphere.
At Hogwarts, the same ambiguous feelings Abigail felt at home when Annie was around remained. Instantly sorted into Ravenclaw, she was immediately accepted by her peers and soon proved herself to be an excellent addition to the House of the Knowledgeable. But Gryffindors and Slytherins, always keen on getting a laugh or two out of anyone who was the least bit different, had a grand time imitating her by waddling like ducks, calling her Lame Abby (they weren't very creative back then), and sometimes going so far as to tripping her on purpose simply to watch her struggle back onto her feet.
Abigail never had a boyfriend, though she had her eye on many boys. None of them were very popular, which let her hope that perhaps they would be willing to take her to Madam Pudifoot's tearoom from time to time. No such luck. Maybe they thought that being seen with her would make things worse for them, but eventually Abigail was tired of making up excuses for them. So gave up on the entire idea and decided to put her entire focus on her studies. At least she wouldn't be wasting her efforts, since school was definitely something she was good at.
She had tried out for the Ravenclaw quidditch team every single time a slot was available. Any position would do, though she would've prefered Seeker seeing as how observant she was. Unfortunately, as nice and compassionate everyone in her house was towards her, the captains that came and went never took her. They blamed their decision on the fierceness of the bludgers, or the risks of worsening her condition by falling, etc. They couldn't deny that Abigail was an amazing flyer, yet every game she found herself sitting in the stands with the others instead of on her broom chasing a snitch.
After her O.W.L. year, it was clear that Abigail could do virtually anything with her life; except, of course, become an Auror or an international quidditch player. She knew, however, that her talents lay in anything that required investigation, inquisition, insight, and analytical skills. The Dark Arts were rising, and the Department of Mysteries was growing in popularity. Knowledge is power, and working in a place that deals with the inexplicable and the unknown was definitely something fascinating that most people wanted in on. Abigail had applied to work in the department, but was declined instantly; they wanted experience. Never would they consider hiring a freshly graduated student with no life experiences under her belt, no matter how clever with all the N.E.W.T.s in the world.
A new opportunity arose for Abigail shortly after her unsuccessful interview at the Ministry. She had been personally investigating some strange accidents, some of which seemed to be related to a new group of wizards who affiliated themselves with the Dark Arts. She submitted some of her articles pertaining to the subject to the Daily Prophet, who immediately printed them. They offered her a instant position on the regular staff, though she was sent to do the heavy-duty investigative work. Soon enough, however, her articles seemed to be getting more and more far-fetched as she got closer to the source. Her detailed reports of her theories about what Lord Voldemort was up to were quite frightening, giving the Ministry a bad name. Obviously, if they wanted to keep their credibility, they had to get Abigail out of the media.
Her work was incredibly accurate and much too detailed for the Ministry to accuse her of 'Quibblerisms.' They soon discovered that they wanted her on their side; to have her report on them was a dangerous matter. And so they promptly offered her the job she had always wanted, a position as an Unspeakable. During her first year alone, Abigail managed to close some rather old cold cases that had the entire department stumped for decades. Modest as her mother had taught her to be, Abigail simply stated that having a fresh perspective on things was bound to eventually lead to some results. But year after year, the resolved cases kept piling up, most of the credit going solely to Abigail. It was only a matter of months before she got promoted to Head of the department. She quite possibly broke the record of youngest Head of department.
Her father Irving, though quite elderly, is still the conductor of the Hogwarts Express though now he has a young apprentice who does all the heavy-lifting work. Her mother, Susan, was brutally murdered by Death Eaters a couple of years after their rise in power, only strengthening Abigail's determination to crack every code, discover everything that is hidden, and bring as many guilty souls forward.
Roleplay Sample:
Abigail sat at the high table, watching her co-workers have a great time on the dance floor. The four long tables that usually take up most of the room had been taken away for the evening, since Ministry workers and Aurors had been asked to watch over Hogwarts while the students and faculty were off in Hogsmeade celebrating Hallowe'en.
A pang of nostalgia had hit Abigail the moment she set foot in the castle that afternoon. The decorations had already been put up when they had arrived, and the house elves had taken care of the food as usual. All they had to do was keep their senses at the ready, but that didn't prevent them from putting on some music and letting their hair down a bit. Crutch at her side, all Abigail could do was watch. She held the occasional conversation with whomever was taking a break from the dancing. She didn't mind, she had grown accustomed to the fact that she would always be left out somewhat because of her handicap.
Abigail was the only Unspeakable requested to attend. Unlike the others from her department, she was very friendly and sociable. Unspeakables had a tendency of being cryptic people with no sense of fun. The trick was to balance both work and pleasure, and know when to shut up about work. Most of what she had to deal with was very confidential, and so it was easier to just not mention the Department of Mysteries at all.
The food was as delicious as she had remembered it to be. Stuffed turkey, baked potatoes, pasta salad and mouth-watering pumpkin pie was enough to put Abigail up on Cloud Nine for the evening. The ghosts had come to keep them all company, and since most of the Ministry workers were Hogwarts graduates, a lot of socializing was taking place.
"Ah, Abigail! I've heard you're now an Unspeakable. Congratulations. I always thought you ought to have been in Slytherin, what with your cunning..."
"Yes, Bloody Baron, I remember very well. But you know just as well as I do that I would've been taunted even more about my handicap had I been in Slytherin. At least in Ravenclaw everyone was too focused on their studies to even care."
"But you would've had a place on the Slytherin quidditch team," said the ghostly Baron, knowing he was striking a sensitive chord in Abigail.
"Very true..." her voice trailed off. "Now if you will excuse me, there's this absolutely delicious pumpkin pie I must devour. I could tell you all about it, of course!"
The Bloody Baron left her alone with a contemptuous sniff. Abigail knew that the ghosts missed the pleasures of food, and had used it to her advantage so as to not have to talk about quidditch.
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