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BASIC INFO

Name: Gilda Grace Goyle, but please call her Gilly
Age & Birthday: 26, December 30. Capricorn (Pisces moon).
Blood Status: Pureblood, but not really of the high class kind.
Schooling: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, '12-'19. Hufflepuff Prefect '17-'19.
Occupation: Ingredient Procurement Specialist for Uncle Throckmorton's Mandrakes, Murtlaps, Moly & More!, a middleman that sources rare, dangerous, disgusting or inconvenient ingredients for high end boutique apothecaries. She spends a lot of time covered in guts and mooncalf vomit, but sometimes she just gets to like pick foxgloves under the full moon at midnight.
Sexuality: 🤷
Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'3"
Hair: Brown and stick straight.
Eyes: Brown.
Manner of Dress: Like no one ever taught her how to dress like a girl. Practical and comfortable workwear tends to bleed over into her non-work life, and when she dresses nice she relies on blazers and turtlenecks to still be where it's at. It's retro and it's definitely intentional.
General Vibes: Good person to ask if you need a babysitter or if you need to bury a body.
Notable Features: Birthmark on her left foot, three freckles under her right eye, six toes on her left foot.

PERSONALITY

big sister bully Gilly is caring in a clumsy, ham-fisted way. She doesn't understand the nuances of convincing people to do the right thing, teaching them to care for themselves, helping people to grow through tough love; when someone is Not Good, her job is to make them Good. Maybe that means pushing the loved one around and yelling at them for not listening to her objectively good advice!! Or maybe that means taking her fists to the person (or feelings) causing problems.

blindly loyal Whether it's blood, chance or circumstance that brought them together, as soon as Gilly claims someone as one of hers, she is ride or fucking die for them. It takes a lot for her to see an ounce of negativity in her friends or loved ones, and suggesting they're anything less than perfect sounds like fightin' words to her. This causes some real problems when the people Gilly likes are fighting with each other and she can't just punch one to make it all better!! But then she just yells at all of them and it's probably better.

workhorse While not particularly ambitious in her own right, Gilly does 👏 the 👏 work. Born from a long line of lackeys, Gilly never even thinks to complain or ask questions when a task if put in front of her, be it from a friend or someone who signs her checks. Give her the grunt work, the dirty work, the morally questionable work and she'll put her head down, roll up her sleeves and chip away at it until the task is done.

subtle as a sledgehammer Gilly's a blunt person. Nuance and minced words are unfamiliar concepts to her, and it's hard for her to put herself in someone else's shoes and figure out how to word things properly. She stumbles around in her attempts to communicate sometimes, but she wears her emotions plainly and she's generally pretty easy to figure out. When she's happy, she communicates it easily, physically or by bringing her friends something they'll enjoy. And when she's unhappy, it's also pretty obvious, and it's also usually physical.

determined Gilly's brain is a freight train and it does not stop easily. Unleash at your own risk. Once she has her mind set on something, Gilly barrels through all obstacles to get it. She's terribly uncreative with her methods, but she's not afraid of slamming her head against the same wall dozens of times if it seems like there's a chance it will work.

immature sense of humor Dick jokes are funny, objectively.

HISTORY

Notable Family Members:

Grandmother: Eugenia Goyle. Meddling ghost who regularly tries to set Gilly up on dates. How does she even still have living connections??
Father: Gregory Goyle
Mother: Cassandra Crockett, imprisoned in a WizAmerican WizPrison for the last sixteen or so years.
Sisters: Four younger sisters, G_____ (~24), G_____ (~21), G_____ (~19), Gertie (17, seventh year Slytherin)*

* Names and ages are open and flexible, I just put vague ideas in for my own brain mathing.

Hometown: Wimbourne, home of the Wimbourne Wasps bay-🐝 and not the same as Wimborne Minster. It's just a hidden magic town now that's all.
Apartment: #81 on Floor 8 🏡 Americana
History:

• The State of the Goyles
  People probably should have realized Cassandra Crockett did not move from America to England just to marry the stunning specimen known as Gregory Goyle. The Crocketts were a well-known line of American Healers and philanthropists, and Cassandra was five years older than the younger Goyle.
  
  But things were messy at the time; the Dark Lord had turned into a pile of Dark Dandruff and floated away, his supporters were being carted off to jail, and three-quarters of the Sacred Twenty-Eight was in danger of being wiped out. So when Cassandra answered Mrs. Goyle's summons to help rebuild Wizarding Britain's pureblood society (and, specifically, the Goyle name, which is definitely already prestigious), she wasn't exactly super discerning.
  
  
• Early Days
  Gilly was born first: a happy, healthy baby girl who couldn't carry on the family name. Blah, blah, hashtag blessed. She was followed by a sister a few years later, then another, and then two more. Not a single male heir in the bunch by the time Cassandra decided she was done playing brood mare. And while the elders in the family grumbled about this impending end to the Goyle name, it was hard to argue why the name needed to stick around. They were war criminals, after all.
  
  The house was busy and loud, and Gilly learned quick how to help take care of a baby or heat up some macaroni. No matter how often her grandmother would pop by with judgment and tips for handling the children, someone always needed another pair of hands to help. Gilly picked up self-sufficiency and responsibility, but, most importantly, she learned how to solve interpersonal conflict by slamming her sisters' heads together and telling them to shut the fuck up.
  
  
• This Part
  Until she was about ten, Gilly managed to avoid most real knowledge of what happened during the war. Her grandfather was in jail for something, yeah, but loads of her friends had a grandpa or great auntie in jail, didn't they?
  
  And then her mother was arrested.
  
  Turns out Cassandra Crockett didn't move to England out of a burning desire to propagate the species with Draco Malfoy's dumber sidekick — she did it to get the hell out of dodge. It had taken a few years, but there were charges waiting for her back home, for organizations she'd joined and supported, for things she'd help them do and cover up in the name of blood purism, and the Goyle family was in no position to shelter her from the law.
  
  Gilly was a year away from going to Hogwarts, and she had to teach her dad how to raise her four little sisters quick. She felt like half an adult running the household, even though she couldn't pay for anything and her sisters complained that she pulled their hair too hard when she braided it. It gave her a sense of pride to know she was making it work, and any anxiety about leaving her family was assuaged knowing her grandmother was still around.
  
  So Gilly went to Hogwarts, where she was Sorted into Hufflepuff and Grandma Goyle told her she was so disappointed she was going to die. (She did actually die shortly afterward, but she came back!) And for all that Gilly had learned about taking care of other people, it was kind of nice having her food and schedule and bedroom all taken care of and provided for her.
  
  She was made prefect her fifth year, and Gilly immediately knew what to do. Students who acted up were dealt with bluntly (threatened with a fist), and those who fought were forced to face the consequences of their actions (faces slammed against each other). There! Problem solved! What's that about warnings??
  
  
• Adulthood
  After Hogwarts, it was actually kind of hard to break out into the world. Her dad kind of had this raising kids thing down by now and didn't need her help, and it was time to find her own way with all of... two NEWTs (Potions and Care of Magical Creatures) under her belt. Gilly stumbled through some sales jobs (too blunt, didn't smile enough) and secretarial work (can't spell) and other shitty odd jobs before her dad helped her get temp work for an apothecary.
  
  Making potions day in and day out is not Gilly's kind of work, but she quickly found a niche in processing ingredients. Need thirty-two frog brains and twelve ounces of sheep blood? On the double, boss, how fresh? She had a strong stomach and the work ethic of a henchman, here to get to work and ask no questions.
  
  It was through the apothecaries that Gilly hooked up with Uncle Throckmorton's Mandrakes, Murtlaps, Moly & More!, the foremost suppliers of rare ingredients for boutique potioneers. Rather than managing inventory levels, they take orders for special ingredients that, for one reason or another, a potioneer isn't able to get themselves. Usually it means it's gross and the pay is shit, but sometimes a werewolf alchemist needs fresh foxgloves picked during a full moon and that's nice.
  
  Still, her work is commission-based, so when someone said cheap rent she came skidding in like a cat who just heard the wet food can open.

MISCELLANEOUS

Wand: Ash wood and kneazle whisker core, 10". Rigid. It's a hand-me-down from some great-great-grandmother or whatever, so it's not an ideal fit or anything.
Patronus: Never cast!
Familiar: Goober, an orange tabby and absolute shit.
Favorite Quidditch Team: Wimbourne Wasps
Skills: Punching. Strong stomach. Can shoot milk from her tear ducts.
Fun Facts:

Once ate thirteen raw eggs on a dare.

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