Professor Application: Etain Mómhar Battersea

General Information

Character Name:
Etain Mómhar Battersea

Age:
40

Date of Birth:
21/June/1880

Blood Status:
Pureblood

Residence:
Oxfordshire, England

Family:
Father: Sedric Brennan
Mother: Aileen Brennan (neé Shade)
Siblings: Conleth, Aonghus, Cabhras, Kiel, Riocard, & Edan Brennan.
Various Sister-in-laws, nephews, nieces, & cousins.

Husband: Charles Stellus Battersea
Children: Gwendolyn Darkwillow, Peter Finian Battersea, Aidan Sedric Battersea, Victoria Kathleen Battersea, Vailintín Kincaid Battersea, & Gwyllim Battersea

The Brennan Family (O’Braonáin) is an Irish Pureblood family hailing from Northwest Ireland. An ancient druidic family, with connections across Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, they, along with four other druidic families, hold on and continue the practice of Celtic Magic.

Hailing from Scotland with members spread across Europe, the Battersea Family is an ancient, anachronistic, reticent, and secretive family of archivists, chroniclers, and scholars with surprisingly far-reaching influence despite their apparent policy of non-interference. Reticent and Secretive, they use their vast centuries accumulated wealth to finance archeological and historical expeditions and scholastic endeavors, engaging in research at their leisure. If it’s a bookstore, museum, or place of learning, there is a strong chance the Battersea are invariably involved.


Professorship Information

Personality:
In essence, Etain is an even-tempered, reticent woman with a love of knowledge and an inclination towards patience and thoughtfulness. Though she has a motherly bearing, Etain can be strict, testing the limits of perseverance one moment and showing compassion and warmth the next. Contemplative and somewhat reserved, her eyes can surprisingly twinkle with mischief, mingled heavily with good humor and a fiery wit that has its modes. Her voice, soft and gentle with rich Gaelic undertones, holds a recognizable firmness back with decades of natural authority behind it. Such a voice can alter dramatically with an unmistakable tone that can be quite intimidating if aroused.

No stranger to battle, rarely does she think before acting, and even rarer does the Auror not have a few tricks up her sleeve. What the woman says, particularly if weighed down by experience, usually means. Etain can be as ominous and foreboding as she can be sweet and friendly, though never showing her hand unless necessary. A trusting individual, sometimes too trusting, betrayal is met either swiftly or brutally, and sometimes both. For as grandmotherly or disciplined as she is, Etain is a Force of Nature when truly angered; a potentially frightening sight to experience or witness.


What subject are you applying for?
Transfiguration

IC Reason to Teach:
There are times when we look back on our lives and wonder what we have truly accomplished and achieved. Sometimes we press forward, proud of our heritage, proud of what we’ve done, and prouder still of what we’re doing. It is in that moment of looking back that we reflect on those people who were around us, who we influenced, shaped, and molded- hopefully for the better. This can take the form of your children, instilling within them the maxims you were taught; alternatively, this can take the form of other people or other children. Sometimes you don’t realize just how far-reaching you can become…

I inscribe these words so that my descendants may read and always be ever mindful of what influence you possess. Ever since I left those Old Halls the first time, a part of me lingered there. Ever since I delivered instruction, not just to Darius, but to others wanting to go far, wanting to learn, I find in the end that though one act of betrayal was painful to bear, I never regretted my instruction. In teaching them, they learned for good or ill the proper ways and uses of magic. They learned that the power which we possess, to shape and manipulate the very threads of destiny itself, is not something to consider lightly or to be taken for granted…

With power always comes responsibility and the need to know why and how it is used. We are born, shaped, and directed by something greater than any mundane frivolity. Moreover, to know our purpose, sometimes someone must step in to show the way. To learn what it is, to create, to form, to shape, we must be taught what great thing it is we possess. The potential within any individual can be enhanced through dedication, determination, and instruction. We, as the Pedagogues, should always remember the latter and never take it lightly. We are here as an example to assist, to guide, and most importantly, to instruct. What we offer, what we do, and say will have some degree of impact upon the ones we teach…

Gwendolyn, Peter, Aiden, Victoria, Vailintín, and Gwyllim, when you read my thoughts, I want you to remember this. Remember that what you do, whether now or tomorrow, can impact others around you. A single word, gift, or memory can affect others profoundly, whether you realize it or not. Whatever pathway you choose to follow, follow it with courage, honor, and trust; know that your influence, your instruction, and your dedication can leave a mark on generations to come. So, in the end is my Legacy; not that I fought the Darkness, but that I taught others to do likewise, and still others to realize what they can do if they put their minds to it…

Prompt Response:
A normal person would have been drinking tea. Tea was the right thing, the correct thing—the proper thing for a lady to drink. Tea was the beverage of choice for the upper class, or so they say. But things weren’t always so simple. Back during her school days, she had made friends with a fellow daughter of Éire and Ravenclaw from a Wizarding Community in Connemara in County Galway. The fellow Ravenclaw had introduced her to, of all things, hot chocolate. It wasn’t something she had expected to like; Etain didn’t care for chocolate. And yet, she found a profound enjoyment. It lent itself to interesting complexities when paired with the right combination of herbs and spices.

With her mug filled, the ebon-haired woman took a seat, opened a folder filled with parchment, and began to look over the files. It would be just a few minutes before they arrived, and she wanted to reassess a few things beforehand. According to everything before her, the student in question, a Slytherin, was at every class session, appeared to pay attention, or at the very least took notes, occasionally asked questions, and overall nominally participated. She didn’t appear to be disinterested, although once or twice the Irish pureblood thought she caught the girl trying to doze off.

If memory served, she was a capable Quidditch player and was fast becoming an accomplished duelist. She also knew how to write essays. They weren’t stellar quality, but did suffice. Regardless, Etain ascertained that something needed to be done before things got completely out of hand.

The door opened all by itself, revealing the student in question.

“Please have a seat.” The woman nodded to the chair before her, lips pursed. “I believe a discussion is in order and solid reasoning given for your… dereliction of duty.”