Mother: Amelia James née Moon, 54, pureblood, Ravenclaw alumna
Father: Daniel James, 55, pureblood, Slytherin alumni
Siblings: Kingston James, brother, 33, pureblood.
Vienna Phoebe Rosier , identical twin sister, 28, pureblood. London James, sister, 19, pureblood.
Partners: Dorian Michael Humbert , 31, only love, Ravenclaw Alumni
Others: Emily Jane Meadowes and
André Daniel Meadowes - aunt and uncle.
Dorcas Amilie Meadowes - cousin.
Geralina Amara Drake - best friend, like a sister
Camron Rosier, 31, pureblood, brother-in-law, never met
Maximilian Rosier, 1, born 27th of April, 1977, pureblood, never met
Paris was the second child to Amelia and Daniel James. Her older brother Kingston had been an only child for five years and rather resented having little sisters around. Paris was poked and prodded but cared for by her parents. Her brother didn't much approve of all the attention she and her twin, Vienna, were getting but it didn't last long. For what felt like a long time it was just the five of them. Amelia, Daniel, Kingston, Paris and Vienna, despite the rocky start, Kingston became a great big brother.
Paris had a rather wonderful start to her childhood. She used to play every day in the garden with her siblings and she used to love trips to the beach. Her favourite thing to do was make sandcastles with moats and watch the tide come in and fill the moat. They always had to leave before the castle was destroyed but Paris enjoyed making new ones with each visit.
When she was six her brother Kingston headed off for Hogwarts. Paris didn't think too much about the school, not until he came home for Christmas holidays. He told her such amazing tales of the classes and she loved playing with all his school things. Kingston would go through his books with her and he taught her so many wonderful things while Vienna would always read alone, which Paris never really thought much of. She absorbed everything he was showing her. He would act with sticks how to preform certain spells, he would bring his cauldron down from his bedroom to the back garden and together they would make all sorts of pretend potions. She would insist on using the right names for the ingredient substitutes and and insist on stirring with an enlarged wooden spoon from their kitchen draws. Hogwarts was years away for Paris but she felt a connection with Kingston every holiday he was home while she and Vienna would grow more distant while Kingston was home.
Paris was of course very close to her sister Vienna. They would play all day and sometimes all night as the grew up. The two shared a bedroom at their own insistence and barely spent time apart, at least that was how Paris remembered it, the only time the two were not together were when Kingston was home and he was teaching Paris all about different magics.
When Paris turned 9 her parents had some surprise news for herself and Vienna, they were expecting another baby. Paris wasn't sure how to feel about a new arrival. She thought they all ready had such a perfect dynamic and fear that it would all be ruined. She asked her parents if they could sell the baby or put it up for adoption. This worried her parents, they wondered how Paris would get along with the new arrival.
When another little girl joined the family Paris' parents were a little apprehensive to introduce Paris to her new sister but they needn't have been. The second Paris looked at he squished little face and puckered out lips she was in love with her baby sister. London was always the baby, to everyone all though Vienna had a relatively hard time adjusting. She was no longer the baby and Paris was spending less time with her in order to help with the baby. A year and a bit later and Paris received her very own Hogwarts letter.
Paris went shopping with her parents and siblings. She loved Diagon Alley and al that it held. Her parents brought the school books while her brother took them all for ice cream. After ice cream Paris' parents returned to take her to the wand shop to buy her very own wand. Kingston took London and Vienna to a park while Paris found the perfect wand for her. When she was done they headed to the park where she stayed with Kingston and London while Vienna went with their parents to get her wand. A private moment, a special moment.
Soon enough it was time to board the Hogwarts express. It wasn't as terrible as Paris' anxiety had led her to believe. She saw faces she knew from some of the pureblood get togethers her parents had started attending. Her father was doing business with some of the other men and it just started to become a thing. Paris never really thought much of it until she was older. As a child though she did notice they were able to start affording more and more things and she liked it. She had no opinions on blood purity but she was excited to be a Hogwarts student.
Once at Hogwarts she was sorted into Gryffindor. She was a loud student that always seemed to draw attention whether she liked it or not. It was never intentional but with being so very loud she was known to disrupt lessons and get into trouble with her big mouth, still she never failed a subject. She actually passed with flying colours, all O's in her OWL's and 4 O's and 2 E's in her NEWT's as she'd taken an extra subject. Admittedly through the year Paris always averaged E's but she tested well come exam time and that was when it really mattered.
Hogwarts was over and done with for Paris. She had made a lot of friends, a lot of very close friends and a few peeved enemies here and there. She was not to everyone's tastes but she knew how to draw a crowd provided she had a couple of shots in her.
After Hogwarts Paris' life went the opposite way to a lot of her peers. She found herself a job at a muggle museum and she loved it. Her parents, who had never taught her or her siblings much about blood purity insisted that she could not work where there were muggles. Paris failed to understand why until she put two and two together. She realised that her parents were doing business with people she now considers to be unsavoury characters.
Paris left home and stayed with her aunt, uncle and cousin for a while before moving in with a friend. Paris moved in with a muggle couple, Tom and Hank, not far from work. She posed as Tom's girlfriend when his parents came to visit while Hank would play the part of room mate. While it wasn't ideal the three often had fun.
After a while Paris had to move on. She made her way to Diagon Alley where she stayed in an apartment to herself over the apothecary. The smells that waved up on hot days was not ideal but it was her own space and she loved the crowds. She grew to know a lot of people along Diagon Alley including a lot of the store owners. Most she got on with but there were also a few she would just rub up the wrong way with her personality. Sometimes Paris would wind them up, just for fun.
At age twenty-six Paris desired a change, she applied to Hogwarts and got the position she had wanted and she knew that her youngest sister was still at Hogwarts, completing her last year. Paris hadn't spoken to her parents or her siblings in quite a while. She had owled her brother and sisters quite a lot in the beginning but there had never been any replies. She started owling less and less until the only times she was owling them were their birthdays and Christmas. She found the best ways to deal with the heartache and loneliness of having lost her entire family was either ice cream and a soppy muggle movie or booze. A lot of booze. Still when the opportunity of a career change came Paris jumped at the opportunity. With London still at school Paris wondered if Dumbledore had given her the position of Astronomy Professor to get closer to her younger sister, to steer London away from the choices that their parents were pushing her towards or if perhaps he just hadn't thought much about it at all.
Paris did not connect with her sister as she had hoped but Paris did make a connection of another sort. By chance she met a man she found positively intriguing. He wasn't like everyone else that she'd met in her life, he wasn't after a quick hook-up or even anything like that. He was charming and lovely and she convinced him to a date. Talking with Dorian was so easy. It was clear they both had things from their past that were hidden, never really spoken about with anyone. Over the months that followed their first date a strong bond grew. The two trusted one another and they shared things from their past that no one else really knew about, not completely. Paris loved Dorian. She slowly came to that conclusion and after he said those three special words to her, she knew that he was the one for her. There was no one else like Dorian Humbert and there never would be. She loved him and she told him so. Sadly life is no fairytale and in an attack Paris was killed but in her final moments she'd been proud. Proud to be with the man she loved, proud of her choices in life that had lead her to where she was and proud to have such a bright future ahead of her. She fell, dropping her wand and Dorian catching her but it was too late, she was already gone before his hands could catch her.
