Year: 6th House: Gryffindor

Birthday: 13th of April 1974 (Age 16) Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 5,1’ Bloodline: Halfblood

Nationality: Scottish-French

Siblings: Elliot Montrose (Twin Brother)

Elsa Montrose grew up in Paris in a loud, bilingual, half-blood household that never stayed quiet for long. Her mother, a Scottish witch, worked for the French Ministry of Magic; her father, a charming French Muggle, filled their home with music, laughter, and an unshakable belief that life was meant to be lived loudly.

She and her twin brother, Elliot, were two sides of the same coin. Elliot was composed, calculating, and sharp in a way that cut. Elsa was reckless, emotional, and incandescent. Their bond was forged in closeness and rivalry alike—love twisted into competition. They fought constantly. Once, Elliot shoved her into a glass table during an argument, leaving the scar above her eye. Elsa lets people assume it came from a duel. It sounds cooler.

At Beauxbatons, Elsa learned quickly that fearlessness does not protect you from cruelty.

Her brash energy, loud voice, and refusal to be elegant made her a target. She was mocked for being “unladylike,” punished socially for not fitting the polished image expected of Beauxbatons girls. Elsa cut her hair short—not for style, but so no one could grab it in a fight. She carried scissors in her pocket like others carried wands. Survival became muscle memory.

But before Elsa was ever alone, she had Marko.

She met him when she was five, after the Hannigans moved next door to her family in Paris. Marko was quiet, painfully shy, and spoke more to plants and animals than people. He barely spoke at all—until Elsa decided he belonged to her.

She stomped up to him one day, kicked his leg, and declared, “You’re mine now. I’ll protect you.”

And she did.

Elsa became his tiny, furious bodyguard. She fought his bullies with wild abandon; he followed her everywhere, trusting her completely. She teased him, bossed him around, even pushed him to fight back—never to hurt him, always to make him stronger. In return, Marko gave her something she didn’t know she needed: unwavering loyalty, gentleness, and a belief that she was brave even when she felt small.

At Beauxbatons, Elsa entered House Bellefeuille, where she stood out like a blast-ended skrewt among butterflies. She excelled in Dueling and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Herbology bored her senseless. Quidditch bored her even more.

When her mother’s work relocated the family, Elsa transferred to Hogwarts in her fifth year and was sorted into Gryffindor. The feisty French transfer student quickly earned a reputation for theatrical confrontations, sharp tongue, and an open invitation to duel anyone, anytime.

The transfer reunited her with Marko.

Five years apart had changed them both, but the bond between them had never faded. If anything, it had grown roots. Marko became her constant, her safe place, her soulmate in the truest sense—not romantic, but chosen. Elsa treats him like her most precious thing, fussing over him, defending him viciously, and trusting him with parts of herself she shows no one else.

If Marko is her heart, Ominis Gaunt is her anchor.