SCRIVENSHAFT, Everly Wren

everly wren scrivenshaft

HISTORY

Mother: Sherrie Scrivenshaft, 67, pureblood
Father: Dale Scrivenshaft, 67, pureblood
Siblings: Archibald Scrivenshaft, 37, pureblood
Partners: None since Egypt.
Others: Anuk, 4 year old Egyptian Mau.


Boggart: The man she killed coming back to life and seeking revenge, telling her that she made a mistake. Part of her thinks she would let him have his revenge.
Mirror of Erised: Herself still working as an Auror.
Patronus: Sumatran Tiger - Ev's happiest memory is sitting by the lake in Italy, watching the sunset in total peace. She didn't often get moments like that, but when she did she treasured them.

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"Mummy, Mummy!" Everly ran to her mother, a bunch of daffodils clutched in her tiny hand. She brushed dark curls away from her chubby face and held them up for her mother to see. Sherrie Scrivenshaft bent down to have a look at the yellow petals, giving them a sniff. "They're beautiful, Evvy." Ev beamed. "Archie got them for me!" Archie was a good brother like that, always doing sweet things for his baby sister. He knew the yellow flowers were her favourite. Ev sniffed at them eagerly. "Can we put them in your special vase? The one you put Daddy's flowers in?" she asked, big brown eyes staring into her mother's face. Sherrie nodded and took Ev's hand, leading her back to the house. "Let's go and show Daddy." They walked hand in hand back to the cottage, Ev turning at the sound of her brother's frantic voice. "Wait for me! Wait for me!" He panted as he sprinted up to them, holding out some crumpled daisies for his mum. "I couldn't find roses, so you'll have to have these," he said.

"How does that look?" Dale Scrivenshaft asked his eight year old daughter, standing back so that she could see. Ev beamed. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to have so many books in here!" Dale chuckled. The shelves he had just fitted along one entire wall of Evvy's bedroom were impressive, if a little wonky. They had gotten new ones in the shop and he'd promised that she could have the old ones for her books. True to his word, he fitted them the same day they came down from the shop wall, and now Ev had the mammoth task of taking all of her treasured tomes out of boxes and deciding how to arrange them on the shelves. By author or by genre? By colour? No, that wasn't practical. By favourites. Yes. She dived into the nearest box and pulled her first stack of books out. These ones were on archaeology, ancient lands and hidden secrets. She put them to one side and opened another box full of fiction, heroes and heroines, monsters and knights. She wanted to be just like the people in those books, fighting monsters and saving the day, only she wasn't sure those types of monsters really existed even in a magical world. Still, she would find them. Ev placed those books right on the top shelf in pride of place.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Ev's eyes widened. Not Gryffindor? But she had spent her whole life practicing fighting monsters and reading up on all of the different adventures she would go on one day. She was brave. And strong. And fierce. She stood up from the stool and returned the Sorting Hat, a small frown on her face as she passed the Gryffindor table and sat with the other Hufflepuffs. What was she supposed to do in Hufflepuff? The hat had said she was loyal and true and hard working, which she was, but... but... Ev folded her arms across her chest and huffed. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

Ev tucked the Quaffle under her arm and twisted her broom hard to the right, ducking under the Gryffindor Seeker as she headed straight for the goal hoops. Katherine Sneckel, one of the Gryffindor Beaters, loomed up in front of her, but Ev didn't stop. She stared Katherine down as the older girl raised her bat, waiting for the Bludger that Ev could see careening in from the left. Evvy was only a third year, she could hear her teammates calling for her to get out of the way as the Gryffindor seventh year swung her bat, bashing the Bludger straight into Ev's path. Ev gritted her teeth, pulled her broom upwards and hurtled through the sky. The crowd gasped. She could hear the wind from the Bludger on her tail, and she twisted this way and that, trying to shake it until she couldn't go any higher. Glancing down, Ev realised that she couldn't outrun it, so she ducked and dropped into a mighty dive, heading straight for one of the Beaters on her own team. He recognised the look in her eye and readied his bat, swinging it at Ev's head as she swept past him, the bat connecting with the Bludger that had just been about to break her neck. Completely exhilarated, Ev headed for the goal hoops once more while the crowd were cheering, distracting everyone loudly thanks to her daring. She flung the Quaffle through the far right hoop and the Quidditch stands went wild.

"Duelling Captain?" Ev asked, frowning up at her Head of House. "But I'm only a fourth year." She was loathe to point it out, really, it was what she'd always dreamed of, but her mouth betrayed her, as it sometimes did when emotion got in the way. "But you're the best on the team." Ev blinked. Was she really? She had always been obsessed with duelling and, well, just kicking arse in general. But the best on the team? There were older students in the club, surely they had her beat. "If you don't want the position..." Ev's eyes bulged. "No, I want it, I want it!" She stumbled over her words. "I want it, Professor. Please." Her dad was going to be so bloody proud of this! She'd write to him on the new notepad he'd sent her from the new stock in the shop. With one of the new rainbow quills. Or maybe she'd just scribble a quick note on some plain parchment, because she hadn't actually opened the new notepad yet. It looked so pretty, she hated the thought of it getting damaged or spoiled. The same with the quills, really.

"Miss Scrivenshaft, we are very sorry, but the Auror training program is full this year." Everly's heart sank, and she could reel outrage bubbling up inside her. "But I applied in time! I applied early!" she protested, fists clenched at her sides as she stood in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. This wasn't fair, there had to be some sort of mistake. "Yes, we are aware, and it is entirely our fault, Miss Scrivenshaft. Your application was filed in the wrong place, and by the time we found it all of the places had been filled." The Ministry woman sighed and gave Ev a scrutinising look. "Look, I will admit, your application was one of the strongest, and it is a loss for us to not have you, but you do have options. You can apply again next year, or..." The woman hesitated and Ev jumped on it. "Or what?" she demanded, leaning forwards over the desk, desperate for any bit of news that could make this right. "We do know that they have room in a different training academy." Ev shook her head. "What training academy?" She had thought there was only one in England. "In Italy." The woman looked at her, thin lips pressed tightly together. "Italy," Ev repeated, thoughts running wild. "I'd have to go to Italy?" The woman nodded. "I'd have to leave my family and friends, my entire life..." The woman nodded again.

Rome was stunning. Ev didn't speak a word of Italian, but after six months she was picking it up alright. She had explored all of the ancient ruins three times already, and her apartment was overlooking a lake. She opened the window and let her owl fly free, a letter for her parents hanging from it's leg. She hoped they were alright, she missed them terribly, and even though she was loving Rome, she was struggling with homesickness every day.

Three years had passed in the blink of an eye. Ev stood proudly at her graduation ceremony, her fellow trainees talking excitedly around her. She had made such good friends there, and spoke the language fluently, but she knew there was no point joining in with the chatter. She wouldn't be staying with them in Italy. She had graduated top of her class, and been offered a job at the Egyptian Ministry. Being an Auror in Egypt! Could you imagine!? She was incredibly excited, and had already packed her trunk, which had a million more books than it had three years ago when she'd made her first move. Travel had been arranged for her for tomorrow, but for tonight, she could relax and enjoy her last few hours in Rome.

"Agent Scrivenshaft, watch out!" Ev spun, wand raised, and thrust it into the chest of Naveen, as he stood in front of her with a cheeky grin on his dark face. "That's a risky little game," she chided, keeping her wand on him, dark eyes challenging. Naveen wasn't fazed. He slowly walked forwards, forcing Ev's arm back. He knew she could subdue him in half a second if she wanted to, yet he persisted until he had her backed against the wall. Her chest heaved, breath coming quick. "I would take any risk for you," Naveen whispered, and his fingers clasped firmly around her wrist, pulling her arm down to her side. Ev let him, her other arm coming up around the back of his neck as he leaned in to kiss her.

"Do it, Agent Scrivenshaft!" Naveen's voice was calm, though there was fear in his eyes. "Ev," he stared at her, "please." Tears streamed down Ev's face. She was thirty years old, one of the best Aurors the Egyptian Ministry had, in love with the most amazing man she had ever met, and she was beaten. The wand pressed to her throat dug in sharply, and she swallowed hard, shaking her head at Naveen. "I can't," she whispered, more tears falling. The man beside Naveen's chair cackled and struck another lightning bolt into Neveen's chest. Naveen screamed and Ev joined in. "Leave him alone!" she shrieked. "Please! Torture me instead, just please leave him!" Their captors laughed. She knew they wouldn't give her what she asked. Why should they? Ev's mission had gone awry and they'd been captured by these murderers, why on earth would anyone listen to her pleas? Naveen's pleas, though... He was trying his best not to cry, she could see it in the set of his jaw, the glisten in his dark eyes as he stared intently at her. His legs were broken, his face bloodied, one arm severed and flung across the floor. He was fading quickly, and she wished she could swap places with him. Nobody knew where they were. Nobody was coming. They were both going to be tortured and killed, and if she didn't do as these men asked, it would be drawn out for days or weeks. Naveen couldn't handle much more. His breathing was shallow, his one remaining hand trembling. He would die an agonising death, or... Ev raised the wand they had given her, her own hand shaking as she pointed it at Naveen. The wand at her throat tightened, a man's breath foul and ragged down her ear. "No tricks, Auror," he whispered. "Please, Ev," Naveen said softly, a gentle smile on his face. "I love you. It's okay." Ev held back a sob. "I love you," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. She refused to look away as she cast the killing curse, feeling like her soul was shattering as the life faded from her love's eyes.

"But the rehabilitation..." Ev shook her head at her boss. "It's not enough. I can't. I can't do it any more. I can't..." She fought back tears. It had been a year since the incident with Naveen. Since the hardest day of her life. She had been rescued eventually, after days of torture, but it was proving impossible for her to get back into her work without freezing up and proving a risk to herself and her colleagues. She couldn't cope with what she had done, no matter how much forgiveness and understanding she was given, she just couldn't move past it. "I'm leaving." She stared blankly at the desk in front of her. "Agent, please think about this..." Ev gave a humourless laugh. "All I ever do is think about it," she said quietly. "I need to get out. I need to go home."

Working in Scrivenshafts was peaceful compared to the life she had lived before. At thirty four years of age, it was hardly a great ambition to be serving parchment and quills at her father's shop, but she was enjoying the quiet life. She had a house in the village, and her family close by. The nightmares still woke her at night, but she had sound barriers around her home to block out the screams. It seemed the barriers weren't enough to block out Albus Dumbledore. She arrived home one evening to find him sitting in her living room with her cat on his knee. "The answer is no," she said immediately, leaning against the living room door frame. "Everly. You are the best in your field. Or you were. You cannot turn your back on this." Albus was calm, but she could tell that he was desperate. To be asking this of someone like her? It had to be bad. She'd heard whispers about what he was up to, it didn't take much with her training to do a little digging for information. "I can and I am." Albus sighed. "You cannot let one dark moment define you. Think about the people you could help. The lives you could save." That hit her right in the gut, and she recoiled, storming into the kitchen and pouring herself a drink. This was not happening. Albus appeared in the kitchen beside her and put his hand gently on her shoulder. "We need you." Ev huffed. "He needed me, too." Albus nodded. "And you did the right thing by him." No. She wasn't sure she had. "Think about it, Everly. Please." Ev pursed her lips and nodded.

OOC

Play By: Rachel Weisz
Your Alias: Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she.
Age: *ignoringggggg*
Other Characters: Floop.
Where did you find us: The desert.