April Melissa Pembrook

Apple - A title garnered from her grandmother. If anyone else calls her it, she'll probably get angry, probably.
Brook - Used by those who don't really like her. Another surefire way to piss her off.

11th of October 1998

Female

17

Half-blood

Standing at 5 foot six inches, April is one of those rare people that seem to have been sat down on the genetic fence in terms of appearance. Her appearance is wholeheartedly determined by what she wants it to be. If she wants to look hot, she'll have you begging on both knees but alternatively, if she couldn't be bothered with how others think about her --which is most of the time-- she'll just be your average girl.

Half of her beauty comes from the mystery to her that seems ever-prevalent and casually hinted at in every feature of hers. Her stormy grey eyes seem to hide a quiet knowledge and her rosy lips silently quiver with the secrets of the world. Piss her off though and you'll be in for a treat!

When she's not in uniform, April prefers baggy clothing, choosing to wear long wooly jumpers which is one of the main reasons to why she loves winter so much - she has an excuse to layer up. Very rarely will you find her in anything revealing, a choice that probably stemmed from the rather strict controls placed on her as a child. Another reason for it could be the rather impressive tattoo on her right shoulder which April doesn't seem to be a fan of.

Good

Six

- Alchemy
- Divination
- Study of Ancient Runes

- Charms
- Potions

- Herbology
- History of Magic

- Charms Club
- Potions club

Blackthorn | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding | 10"

Wolf

An enclosed wall that seems to keep on shrinking and shrinking around her.

Ares is, despite his rather impressive name, one of the most cowardly cats in existence. It doesn't take much for him to turn tail and make for the nearest hiding spot. Despite his cowardly attitude, he seems incessantly curious and never really dropped out of the kitten phase which is probably why April likes him so much.

Upon meeting April for the first time, one would not be harsh in thinking that she was nothing short of a dickhead. She is, after all. She's sarcastic, competitive and she has enough dim-witted pride not to let anything slide past her. The main thing that creates a lot of friction between her and others, however, is the constant air of superiority that seems to waft from her being - she gets excellent grades without much work being put into it which generally leads to others becoming frustrated and a tad bit pissed off at her. She could almost be described as being unapproachable, entirely detached from those around her in such a way that she seems to float from class to class without much interaction unless someone decides to step on her toes. Starting conversations with her seems almost void as she will either give you a short answer or a sarcastic one, both of which aren't the type of stuff that lay steady foundations upon which a friendship can be built. There are a few exceptions, of course.

God loves a trier and April appreciates them as well. If she sees that you genuinely are putting some effort into talking to her, she'll more than likely make mostly pleasant conversation. She'll occassionally slip up with the whole pleasant part and she will keep you at arm's length but you can see that there is some sort of appreciation there for your presence. The other exceptions are people she hates with a deep passion. You really haven't seen a bitch until you've seen April lay into someone she hates. This hatred can have a number of causes ranging from someone who looked at her funny to someone who thinks they're better than her. And finally, those who she gets a little hot and bothered about. She's only human and it's only fair that she gets to oogle a little bit of eye candy when she has the chance. Typically, these people have the very profound power of making her drop her agressive behaviour in favour of a more reserved one.

It's been proposed that she barely even has a working conscience but anyone with sharp enough eyes can see that that is really not the case - she is terribly afraid of something; something that can seemingly paralyse her in a moment's notice. In truth, April is irrevocably different from her fellow witches and wizards and in their world, that difference is enough to brand you as an enemy or someone who is not to be trusted. There's a beast inside April and it drags its claws through her soul, it tears away at her being until she's left feeling rotten and incomplete. It's the reason why she stays away from others. And it only has one master - the moon.

Given that the few males April was exposed to as a child were cousins which were quickly whisked away upon realisation of who she was, the young witch hasn't had much experience with the other sex. Apart from flirtatious glances from the truly bold (which she ignores), she's not exactly devoid of desire. She wants and she wants quite a bit but she also knows that she can't get so she let's most things drift by. Relationships are a no-go anyways so she's somewhat fortunate in that regard.

April has only ever committed one sin, but it's a heinous sin at that - she was born. The family she was born into - the Pembrooks were generally considered to be one of the most powerful wizarding families in America but not for their magical prowess or their great wizarding abilities; no, they were rich and held a lot of power in the Republic of Magic. The Pembrooks originated from Seattle but had branched out to gain a lot of control over the Washington State area. Her grandmother, Melissa Pembrook, was the acting Supreme of the family - the overarching matriarch that controlled all of the family's collective actions. The rules enforced by the family were nothing short of totalitarian in nature but they had a considerable amount of power which kept people in line pretty well. They had very staunch views on the treatment of magical creatures and the bloodlines of wizards and one of their most guarded rules was that witches and wizards inside the family could not marry or have children with muggles or worse, half-bloods. How hypocritical it was, then, that her mother was the one to break those rules and lie with a muggle.

Fast forward nine months and April was born, much to the fury and hatred of her extended family. Her grandmother would appear weak and biased if she didn't do anything about it so she excommunicated her own daughter and sent her into exile. There was still, of course, the problem of the eerily quiet baby that they were left with. For April, her grandmother chose mercy, which was both appreciated and frowned upon in the family. Things could have went a lot more downhill for the stubborn young thing but surprisingly, she had a mostly pleasant early life. Her grandmother kept her safe from those who wished harm upon her and brought her up like she was her own. April was smart, of course, and it wasn't long until she began hearing the stories and the rumours but she didn't let it bother her. She wholeheartedly loved her grandmother and although she wasn't fussed on the whole idea of power and politics, she looked like a promising young witch.

She grew up surrounded by magic on every side so it wasn't a surprise that she picked it up fairly quickly. Then, during the summer before she went to Salem for the first time, things went south. Like, very south. Their family, having radical views on the treatment of magical creatures, were attacked by a small group of fundamentalists trying to rip the heart right out of the Pembrook Coven - her grandmother. They didn't get to her, of course, but they got really damn close. Close enough to get April. She doesn't remember much but she does remember losing a copious amount of blood. When she came back around, she was still somehow alive with a very long cut running down her thigh that had been sealed over with silver.

As her grandmother nursed her back to health, it was becoming abudantly clear that although being a half-blood was acceptable, being a half-blood werewolf was not. Her grandmother was forced into an ultimatum - get rid of the girl or keep her and risk both their lives. So, begrudgingly, she got in contact with April's mother again. Although she was hesitant, her mother came back and took her as soon as she heard about the threat to her life.

Her mother wasn't exactly rich so the ingredients required to make Wolfsbane were hard to come-by but they got on alright. She was taken up North to Canada where her turning couldn't affect anyone. When it came to school, both her and her mother agreed that keeping her curse quiet was the best idea. Her mother tried to get as much Wolfsbane as possible but it was tricky so there's been more than a number of times where April will disappear for a night and go as far as she can from the school. She's a werewolf so nothing can really harm her anyways. She just fears the day where she can't get out. Where she can't run and be away from others.

Elizabeth Louise Warren
(Born: Alexander Marcus Warren (no known bloodline to tie the young witch to Sarah Warren))

Liz, Lizzy

Male to Female transgender

15

August 17, 2000

Half-Blood (Father's side)

Pan-Romantic Demisexual

Warren

Four

Arithmancy, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes

Study of Ancient Runes, Defense Against Dark Arts.

Astronomy, Divination, Herbology

Duelling Club, Quidditch (chaser)

herself... grown up... Clearly as a man

Grey Wolf

Morning Dew, freshly peeled Oranges, Cinnamon

Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring core, 10 inches, somewhat flexible

Elizabeth is a fierce girl, determined and thinks logically, especially when it comes to her academics. She will pursue her interests and goals with intense desire, but never recklessly, always thinking about her actions deeply before acting when there is time, and reflecting on her actions later when there isn't time to think before acting. When it comes to interacting with other students however, it's not so simple for her. Elizabeth doesn't make friends easily, not quite feeling comfortable opening up, and not just about being transgender. This is due to the fact that she was bullied a lot even before she started dressing as a girl (back when she went to muggle school), mostly because it wasn't in her nature to fight back, and it had a lasting impact on her, leaving her with a very cautious approach to making friends. But once she does open up to people, it is an indicator that she trusts them, and will be calm and talk to them. And if anyone does become her friend, she becomes protective and she will defend her friends with her life if it came to it. She will try to find justice for anyone who is wronged in the school, often trying to help the teachers find the culprit if any of the most important rules are broken.

Unfortunately, as with most transgender individuals, Elizabeth has a darker side where she will deal with depression from time to time. This depression is often reference to as dysphoria, and is caused by her having the wrong genitals. And even though she is currently receiving hormone replacement therapy, which is helping her fend off the Dysphoria, it doesn't prevent it from surfacing from time to time. During these moments of Dysphoria, she will grow withdrawn and actively try to get alone time, during which she may break down and there is little that even her friends can do but let her depression run its course... Except bring her copious amounts of chocolate.

Elizabeth Louise Warren was born Alexander Marcus Warren, to Adam And Beth-Ann Warren, God-Father Carl Richards. Both her father and God-Father graduated from the Salem Witches' Institute, Warren and Good house respectively, both near the top of their class. She went to live with her God-Father and his husband, Hadrian Cooper, after her parents died in a car crash when she only a year and a half old. She never got the chance to get to know her parents, and she regrets the fact that she never got to meet them. She's heard a decent bit about her father, how he was an Auror and his somewhat impressive service record, and she'd heard some things about her mother, how she was a squib and a muggle doctor. And while she suspects they would have been fine with her being transgender, she's glad that she got the chance to be with Papa Carl and Papa Hadrian.

As she grew up, as Alexander, she always felt different and always talked about wanting to be a mother. Eventually Carl Richards told Elizabeth that she couldn't be a mother, not as Alexander, and told her why. When she asked if there was a way to become a mother, they realised she might be serious. They went and started doing research that evening after she went to bed. They knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of discrimination and hate, and that made them all the more determined to understand what was going on with their young ward. Carl and his husband talked things over and agreed that when she turned ten they would make the offer, and the decision that if it was what she wanted, that they would support her, but only once she was better able to understand what she was asking.

When she turned ten, they did ask her about her desire to transition again, and she gave the same answer. Upon talking it over with her, they offered to move, to give her a fresh start, go to a new school as a girl. She immediately ran over to them and hugged them, crying tears of joy, and thanking them profusely. They made their preparations and moved to give her a fresh start, one where she could present as a girl. Having already found a therapist for her, they immediately began taking her to therapy, someone they had heard was highly recommended, who went by the name Vincent, who prescribed anti-androgen pills fairly quickly, which were made and boosted by their apothecary friend's magic. The anti-androgen pills prevented the start of her male puberty.

It was next year on her 11th birthday that she received a letter from the Headmistress of the Salem Witches Institute, but addressed to Alexander. Confused, they asked what had happened that would catch their attention, because Elizabeth never had used any accidental magic around them. She said that occasionally small things would happen at school, but only when she was around. Things like papers randomly starting to fly around the room, even without a breeze. Carl quickly sent a letter to the Headmistress to explain Elizabeth's situation, glad it was someone he had known very well while he had gone to the school. The Headmistress promptly replied, clearly having remembered him, with a corrected acceptance letter and a guarantee that the young witch would be watched after and allowed to be herself. It wasn't until Yule break of her second year that she was approved for Estrogen Therapy, allowing her to develop more feminine characteristics, which she was ecstatic about. Elizabeth was concerned for the longest time with how Carl and Hadrian had been able to afford both therapy and the hormone therapy. Then Carl and Hadrian told her about how much money was entrusted to them and was saved up for her, enough for her to be comfortable through school and fortunately enough for HRT.

It is actually her Papa Hadrian's fault that Elizabeth wants to become an Auror when she graduates, according to Papa Carl. Ever since she heard the story of how Hadrian had returned to Hogwarts to fought alongside the student and teachers and the Boy-who-lived himself. Though Hadrian blames Carl over her desire to become an Auror, as Carl is the one who told her that her father had been one, and an excellent one at that. But either way she had become braver, more determined to see things through. And she had developed a strong passion for justice, but doesn't really find justice in punishment for small stupid offences.

Elizabeth never knew much about her blood parents, only what Carl and Hadrian would tell her about her father. Some of the stories of their glory days back at Salem. Quidditch in particular. How he was an Auror. They never knew much about Elizabeth's mother, other than she was a Doctor.

Carl Richards, 37, Graduate of Salem Witches Institute, Good House. A Chaser for the Good team back in his day, Carl was skilled at charm magic as well as a skilled Herbologist. And was probably most remembered for bringing his boyfriend to the Yule ball one year.

Hadrian Cooper, 40 Graduate of Hogwarts, Hufflepuff House. Hadrian was a seeker in his days at Hogwarts, and a highly regarded by his teachers, especially his Care for Magical Creatures class. Hadrian was involved in the Battle of Hogwarts and was responsible for killing several Death Eaters.

For Quidditch she uses her 2010 Firebolt Mark Two.