Abigail Winslow, *Charms Professor

[Abigail Winslow]

Your Name: Kat

Character's Name: Abigail Faith Winslow
Nickname: Abby

Age: 346 (DoB: April 17, 1674, Bitten at age 18)

Race: Vampire

Wand Type: Birch/Griffin Feather/12"

Professor of: Charms

Physical Description: Abigail is destined to spend eternity looking like an eighteen year old. She is 5'5" with a slim body. She has straight brown hair and her eyes are a shade of blue-green. She is paler then most people. She has a playful smile that reaches her eyes and a kind face. Abigail tends to wear just about anything depending on what her mood is. Over the years she had lost her protestant modesty although she is still uncomfortable with wearing very skimpy clothing.

Personality: Abigail has a strong sense in god, but has given up on her religion thinking of it as flawed. She is quiet when meeting new people on her own, shy and sweet. But when she is around Lucas and they are acting like siblings, she is happy go-lucky. She enjoys fooling around and joking, but she also enjoys the quiet, thoughtful times. Abigail is strong-willed, she doesn't seem like she is, though. It comes from how she was raised (children (and women) were seen and not heard), yet even when she was human she tended to speak out when it came to defending her family. When she sees someone lying she goes out of her way to call them out on it, and she has a habit of standing up for what she believes in whether it is the time or the place for it. She does not take a fight sitting down, and her calm demeanor during a fight is only a facade.

Likes: Spring time, Churches, Jane Austin Novels, Debates, Cats, Cloudy Days, Thunderstorms, Music, Art, Playing Piano, Charms

Dislikes: Extreme heat, Human Food, Prejudice, Prejudgment, Summer, Modern Chick lit, Lairs, and Nosy People

Odds and Ends: The only thing Abigail has left from her human life is a necklace with a gold chain and a delicate emerald pendent on it. She never takes it off.

History: Abigail was born into a protestant family in Salem, MA in 1674. She was the oldest of her siblings, having a two younger brothers and a little sister. The day she was born was a cold rainy spring day. Much to her parents’ disappointment she was a little girl. But her bright smile and cute face, soon remedied the problem. A year later, James, her brother was born, and a year after him, Tomas was born. Abigail’s family worked a farm outside of the town. They were strict protestants and attended church every Sunday. Abigail went to the primary school as soon as she was old enough, her brothers joining her when ever her parents could spare them from the farm. When she was ten years old, her mother gave birth her to little sister, Gloria Prudence. Abigail fell in love with the sweet smile the moment she saw it, but not everyone saw Gloria as a normal child. For the small girl’s right ear was folded in half, a sure sign of witchcraft. Abigail’s family did the best they could to protect the little girl, shielding her from the world, teaching her at home, but it did nothing to stanch the talk. Abigail protected her sister the most, she taught her everything she knew, played with her when the days grew long and boring, read to her from the bible. There was no doubt that this family was not of the usual sense of witches.

As Abigail grew up she tended to have weird things happen to her, she was indeed a witch. She got her letter to Hogwarts on her eleventh birthday and sent a reply back saying that she couldn't leave her family. The truth of what she was scared her. She learned to keep the strange things from happening, shrouding what she was from everyone. It was dangerous in those days to be a witch especially in her town.

When Abigail turned seventeen it was decided that she should marry. She was one of the town’s beauties and much sought after. Around the same time a pale mysterious man came to town. His name was Lucas Stratford, his skin was pale and his eyes a golden brown. Abigail, like most young ladies in the town, started to fall head over heels for this man. And yet her parents had picked a different suitor. The son of the neighbor farmer. Abigail was aghast that she would have to marry without love, even as she had known it her whole life. Shortly before the wedding was to take place, the cries of witchcraft became serious. The town turned on her family, like many other families, saying that if Gloria was not a witch (for how could a child of only eight years be a witch) then someone in her family must be. The eyes turned to Abigail, she had always had an uncanny sense of when someone was lying and it had always created fear in the people of the town. For Abigail she could just hear a slight catch in their voice and tended to expose their lie. Suddenly, Abigail was no longer the beauty of the town, suddenly she was the witch. She wondered how they had found out, but she didn't say anything, she didn't want her family to be branded as they were and so she took the blame on silently.

One night, a week after the calls of witchcraft had started in seriousness, they came. They dragged her away, beating her family’s reaching arms off her, they locked her in a cell until her “trial” could take place. There would be no fair trial, Abigail had long ago realized, she was doomed. Her captors kept food from crossing her lips, they tested to see if she could float, as they did in those days. And declared her a witch. After this test, she was jeered at, some of the crowd got past her unwilling guards, and by the time she had once again reached her cell, blood covered her form and she had several broken bones. That night, a shadow stole through town, the mysterious figure of Lucas carried her limp unconscious body quickly through the town. Abigail did not awake until they were far away in a dark forest, her body burned and she could see nothing.

Three days later she awoke again, her heart no longer beating, Lucas sitting beside her watching her. He told what had happened, what he had done, and why he had done it, in the silence of the night. He had made her a vampire to save her, otherwise she would have died. And why he had done it, because he could not watch someone so innocent (which she really wasn't) die when he was the real demon. From that time on Abigail and Lucas banded together. As the years passed and Abigail and Lucas formed a bond stronger than friendship and became the only family to each other. Most of the time they said they were siblings, for as Abigail had learned, they were not in love and would never be mates not matter how much she wanted it. They traveled to colleges and worked, once in a while they passed off as a husband and wife. Abigail always wondered what had happened to her family, to her baby sister, had they been alright? But she had never found out.

A few years ago Abigail and Lucas parted paths, Lucas said he would come back for her when he had finished his task, but what his task was – he never told Abigail. Abigail, fed up with this latest desertion, she deiced to try and live her own life from then on. She determinedly talked to the head master at Hogwarts. She wanted to do something with her life for once, why not put all her skills to good use. So she applied to the position of Charms Professor, Professor Flitwig had recently left the post to enjoy his retirement. So for the past three years Abigail has been minor-ly accepted by the students of Hogwarts and the Staff. But for once in her life she feels in control of her life, away from her protector, away from memories of her family. Instead she is trying to make the best of her life.

Sample Post: Where are you Lucas? Abigail thought, casting her eyes upward towards the dark ceiling. Lucas had left five years ago with promises that he would be back, saying that he had something that he had to take care of. It wasn't as if that had been a long time to the vampire, in fact it was rather short, but she still missed him. And it wasn't as if she hadn't heard from him, she had, he called every couple of months. But still....She missed hanging out with him, hunting at midnight through the forests, attending another college or high school with him.

Her pale fingers touched the ivory keys of piano before her. The room was dark as night began to fall under the cover of large rain clouds. Softly her fingers began to press out a lullaby she use to sing to her sister, it echoed through the room she was in. The stone walls and lofty ceiling of this old manor made into a bed and breakfast near Carlisle in northern England, made every little noise seem loud. She had been hear for a month already and the owner loved to have her play in the evenings for all the guests, even though Abigail was a guest herself. In her mind she sung along with the song, listening to the conversation around her. The old couple sitting on the couch staring at the fire were silent, a newly wed couple were whispering sweet nothings in each others' ears, a doctor and a lawyer were chatting over a game of chess, and a middle-aged man was asking a young girl to dance. Abigail had been watching this last couple since they had arrived, her mental alarms beeped at almost everything the man said. He told the girl that she was the only one for him (false), that he loved her madly (also false), and that he was about to leave his wife (once again a lie). It made Abigail bite at her bit just listening to them, but she had promised Lucas that she wouldn't cause any trouble, that she would stay out of people's affairs when she knew she could do nothing about them.

Abruptly Abigail stopped playing, causing the other guests to look up as her bench screeched back away from the piano and she gracefully stood up. There was anger in her motions as she strode over to the couple, she hated to see a girl so young be victimized like this. "What do you think your doing, trying to impress her with all your lies?" She growled, even her growl sounded musical to these humans. "You shouldn't say things you don't mean, they'll come back to haunt you." Abigail forewarned the man in a low hiss before leaving the room which was now dead silent. She mentally slowed down her motions so as to seem human, delighting in the shock and burgundy blush on the man's face.

Just as she reached the entrance hall the phone rang. She crossed her cold fingers, please let it be him, and hurried to the kitchen where the nearest phone was, her body almost a blur now that no humans were watching. She opened the door to find an old lady (the one who ran this place), smiling and nodding into the phone. "Oh yes, one moment, I'll get her." The woman looked up, "Oh good thing your here, dear, it's for you." The woman held out the phone and left the room as Abigail answered it. "Luke?"

"Hey Abby. How are you? Staying out of trouble I hope." Abigail leaned against the wall with a grateful sigh, it seemed like Luke always seemed to know when she was in getting herself into trouble. "I'm fine, but yeah you know about the trouble part...." She trailed off for a moment, listening to his chuckle. "Are you coming back soon?" She finally asked. "I'm sorry, but no. I think I found something here so I'll be a while longer." The lightness that Luke's call had brought was weighed down again at these words. "Figures." She muttered, knowing that Luke's ears would catch exactly what she said. "Hey, cheer up, Abs, I'll be back before you know it." His voice on the end of the line tried to reassure her. "You say that every time." Abigail retorted. "Enough of me. What about that trouble you were talking about." And so Abigail launched into a full blown description of the pair and her anger at such a player, hoping that one day Lucas would remember that she needed him with her. Maybe one day.....It would be like old times....

[Rose]

Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Winslow.