Livinia Charlotte Lange [Slytherin, Fifth]

[Livinia Lange]

(( LiviniaCharlotteLange [Lestrange] ))
"You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from,
Don't you know by now,
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have.

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.
Just living proof that the camera's lying.
And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your night.
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.
You'll go out in style."

Full Name»»

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Livinia Charlotte Lange (Lestrange)

Nicknames:
Livi
Liv


Date Born»» [/b]
June 24

Age»» [/b]
15

Year»» [/b]
5th

Gender»» [/b]
Female

Religion»» [/b]
Christian

Sexual Orientation»» [/b]
Straight

Pet/s/»» [/b]
Livinia was given a white kitten named Brutus for her fifteenth birthday. He is very small, but very mean. He is solid white with blue eyes like Livinia. Brutus is a very mean and very mischevious. He is entertained with scratching up the furniture in Jasper's old room. He is smart in a way. His favorite activity is trying to claw up Archimedes when he brings returning letters to the Lange home. He likes being pampered and groomed and likes to lay around on a beam and watch student activities.
Blood Status»» [/b]
Pure Blood

Wand»» [/b]
11 inch, Chesnut, Unicorn Hair.

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personality.

First Impression»» [/b]
She has an innoncent exterior and a twisted interirior. She has a front she puts up for most people, trying to not let anything about herself show through. Sometimes it is easily seen through other times it is hard to beleive she could do anything horrible at all.

If she's with her sister she's most likeley trying to provoke her sister into yelling, therefore getting her in trouble, then looking innocent when her mother turns around.

She is usually trying to become a favorite of higher up people by kissing up to them, just like her mother told her to. When she is with her family and no friends are near she is her mother's obedient shadow.

Self Image»» [/b]
She is very vain and thinks very highly of herself. She is confident that she is the most beautiful girl in her house or the whole school for that matter. Her mother and grandmother's faunings are the feedback she craves.

Positive Traits»» [/b]

• Intellegence- Like her mother and sister before her she is very intellegent. She's always gotten high marks in school and expects nothing less when she takes her O.W.L.S. She doesn't ever raise her hand in class, but does very well on reports, homework assignments, and tests.
  
• Fronts- She is very good at putting up walls so nobody could see in. She usually has a 'pleasant, but evil' exterior for everybody to see. Her sister and her closest friends are the only ones that has seen the real Livinia.
  
• Art Skills- She has excellent art skills. She's always been very precise and creative when it comes to painting. Once she could use magic well, a lot of it goes into her art. Her favorite things to paint are portraits of her kitten and landscapes.
  
• Self Confidence- She is very confident in herself. She beleives she could do anything if she had the will to do it. Sometimes her confidence is mistaken for vanity and it usually is. She, however, never sees herself as vain.
  
• Advice Giver- She is the one to turn to to get advice, though it will cost you. She's always been good at giving advice to those poor unfortunate souls. Her advice usually works, though she will only give it if there is something in it for her. She's always been coniving in her payment ideas.
  

Negative Traits»» [/b]

• Vain- Her mother has taught her to be incredibly vain. She can't walk by a mirror without looking in it. She loves it when people call her pretty or anything else positive. Negetive comments are disregarded or punished with severe payback.
  
• House Hating- She hates all other houses besides her own. She doesn't think they measure up to her houses status. She is one of the main people directing over signs for Quidditch and any other house tournaments. She will break out of her comfort zone and answer numerous questions to get ahead in house points and set people from other houses up to lose house points.
  
• Pride & Prejudice- She has a big ego and an easily wounded pride. She is very prejudice against anyone who's not a pure blood, in Gryffindor, and anyone with lesser means. She is the type to look down her nose at someone else; also, she causes that same person public humiliation anyway she can.
  
• Defence Against the Dark Arts- One, her sister teaches the class. Two, she always wants to go further and actually practice the dark spells on someone else. Three, she insults Jasper enough to get points and marks taken away.
  
• Power Hungry- She will do anything to get power. She wants social standing. It has been drivin into her since birth that she must always be amongst high ranking people.
  

Likes»» [/b]

• Shopping.
  -Shopping has always been one of her favorite past times. It is relaxing and she always likes gaining things.
  
• Painting
  -Painting has been her carthotic release. She puts all her troubles, worries, and fears into her paintings. She likes to invision her worst enemy in painful situations and then paint them out to keep in her secret folder. She also likes painting landscapes and random portraits. If she sees a couple in the courtyard she'll sketch them out then finish them later. If a graceful owl floats her way, she'll capture it in her memory and make a lovely painting out of it.
  
• Torturing her sister.
  -This is her favorite pastime of all. There is nothing better than making her sister yell at her. Yelling, consequently gets Jasper in trouble, always has. Anything to make her sister angry pleases Livinia immensely.
  
• Working her way through social classes.
  -This is more of an imbedded pastime. The women in her family (excluding Jasper of course) have always worked their way through social classes.
  
• Pursuit of Dark Spells
  -She is obsessed with the dark arts. She loves to torture people with evil, manipulative spells. She would love to serve the Death Eaters, if only they will teach her the great Dark Arts.
  
• Everything to be planned out for her.
  -She likes to know where she's going, what she's doing. She always likes a plan.
  
• Taking Control Over Things
  -She loves power. Craves it. She loves taking control over House projects and situations. She wants to control everything and everyone.
  
• Chocolate, and lots of it.
  - She's always had a sweet tooth. Runs in the family.
  
• Causing chos
  -If she were a goddess she would be Eris, the goddess of chaos. She likes putting rifts between couples and spreading rumors about friends backstabbing others until there are wars between cliques. This thrills her.
  
• Watching Movies alone in the dark with triple chocolate ice cream
  -A weakness of hers. She likes being alone and relaxing with a nice long movie and a whole tub of ice cream.
  
• Spending time with her Grandmother
  - Her grandmother is a coniving, mischevious woman and Livinia aspires to be just like her.
  

Dislikes»» [/b]

• That her sister is back in school
  -She hates her sister and would like to be as far away as possible from her.
  
• Anything that damages her pride.
  -She has an easily wounded pride. She will definitely pay you back if you hurt her pride.
  
• Quidditch
  -She will support it, but she thinks it's an idiotic pastime.
  
• Her sister in general
  -Her sister is a stain on the good family name. She is completely opposite from Livinia and things will never change between them.
  
• When she's not the center of attention.
  -She likes people to look and/or admire her. She hates it when someone else is the center of attention.
  
• Dogs
  -She's just a cat person. That's it.
  
• Jasper's Falcon
  -The falcon bites, pecks, glares at her. There's nothing more annoying than that.
  
• Jasper's Fiancee
  - A half-blooded, quidditch playing, half-wit in her good opinion.
  
• The fact she's not really a pureblood.
  - That's pretty self-explanitory.
  
• Rainy Days
  -She likes the warm sunshine. She doesn't like being wet or the fact that she can't paint a good rainy scene to save her life. It just bugs her.
  
• The Beatles
  - One, Jasper adores them. Two, she doesn't think they could sing their way out of a paper bag.
  
  

Amortentia»» [/b]
Pepperment perfume, kalamari, fresh-cut grass

Boggart»» [/b]
A clown coming at her to kidnap her.

Patronus»» [/b]
A cat.

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appearance.

Height»» [/b]
5'6

Weight»» [/b]
120 lbs.

Eye Color»» [/b]
Icy Blue

Hair Color»» [/b]
Dark brown, black in certain lights.

Skin Color»» [/b]
Pale.

Body Build»» [/b]
Slender, Petite

Nationality»» [/b]
England

Distinctive Features»» [/b]
Piercing blue eyes- She's got the bluest eyes in her family and they are even claimed to be seen in the dark. They are her most alluring trait. They're used to draw in unsuspecting victims of her cruelty. They are used for her innocent expression as well.

Livinia has a vibrant smile that is somewhat coy and shy. Her teeth are white and she always has her perfect shade of pink lip gloss.

She has a birthmark shaped somewhat like a butterfly on her inner right elbow.


Dress Style»» [/b]
She has her Hogwarts uniform on for everyday wear. Her skirt is up about an inch to wear it was supposed to be. She wears grey knee socks and open toed black pumps. Instead of a long sleeved white button up under shirt she has a short sleeved undershirt and wears her tie tucked into her sweater vest.

Outside of Hogwarts she wears the latest styles and the hottest trends. She is very fashion aware, hardly wearing anything
twice.

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school life.

Social Status»» [/b]
She is liked amongst her house mates, though hated amongst the other houses. She is not the type to make friends unless they benefit her. She looks down her nose at people and therefore makes a lot of enemies amongst the girls; boys usually like her.

Amongst the teachers she is liked and appreciated for her intellegence and high grades. They think she has a lot of potential.

Alliance»» [/b]
THV

Career Goal»» [/b]
Become a designer for Wizarding World or a psycharitrist.
Taken Courses&Grades»» [/b]

• Defence Against the Dark Arts :: O
  
• Potions :: O
  
• Transfiguration:: E
  
• Charms :: E
  
• Astronomy :: E
  
• Ancient Ruins :: E
  

Favorite Classes»» [/b]
Potions, something about bottling fame and making vial concotions just excites her. The fact that she's making something that could possibly harm someone and help her sends her into a very happy mood.

Hated Classes»» [/b]
Astronomy, her sister teaching that class is one of the main reasons. The fact that she thinks it is pointless and she had no other choice but to take it.

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history.

Family»» [/b]
mother:Sabbath Shacklock-Lange
father:Addison Lestrange
maternal step-father:Marcus Lange
paternal step-mother:
Marcella Dolohov Lestrange

maternal half-sister:Norma Jasper Black
paternal half-sister:Kamilla Lestrange

maternal grandmother:Gremula Rookwood-Shacklock
maternal grandfather:Asher Shacklock

paternal grandfather. Rodolphus Lestrange [deceased wizard]
paternal grandmother. Bellatrix Lestrange [deceased witch]
paternal biological grandmother. Chritina Gaunt [deceased witch]

step-grandmother:
Mildred Lange [muggle, desceased]
step-grandfatherLionel Lange



Past»» [/b]

• People have always said Livinia Charlotte Lange was destined for great things. When you thought about it, that really came down to genes. She had really good genes. She inheirited those genes from her mother Sabbath Shacklock-a wealthy,self-made woman and powerful Death Eater- and her father Addison Lestrange-magical ambassador, notorious death-eater, and the heir to the Lestrange fortune. This was how Livinia Charlotte (Lestrange) Lange was formed.
  
  
• Livi was born in the Rookwood manor on March 14, 2006. As soon as her mother saw her, Sabbath knew that Livi was destined to be great. She had Addison's eyes after all. She also knew that Livinia Charlotte Lange couldn't be ruined by her step-father's dirty lineage. So, when Livi was four days old, her step-grandmother, Mildred Lange, mysteriously died in a car accident.
  
  
• The first four years of her life were pure bliss. She spent her days playing with dolls and being doted on. She was spoiled rotten by her step-father, mother, and grandfather. Her mother paid some attention to her, but only to train her into being a perfect socalite. She played often with her best friend Kamilla and spent a lot of time at the Lestrange home. Though she had a traumatic experience at the age of four.
  
  While shopping with Addison and Kamilla Lestrange, a lunatic who had constantly stalked Lestrange family had grabbed her up, mistaking her for Kamilla in a kidnapping attempt for money.
  
  He was dressed in shabby robes, his hair was crimson and his face was painted white, lips a deep blood red that extended all the way around it in a grim smile. Yellow, sharp teeth sneered at her and a maniacal voice told her that she'd better be good or she was going to get hurt. In return, she had screamed and her cried out.
  
  But, thankfully, before the mad man could apparate away, Addison had saved her, also mistaking her for Kamilla. But, after that, Livi would constantly wake up with nightmares that would plague her for years to come.
  
  
• Soon after that, adding to the four-year-old's trauma. Her best friend had moved away to Korea. So, in response, Livi had dove into practicing acting like her mother and grandmother. She absorbed everything they did and tried to make herself a better socialite. She was mainly quiet and observant. Her only outragous actions became those against her sister Jasper, who despised her. She became quite compelled with making her fifteen-year-old sister's life miserable. Especially when she brought her friends and boyfriend over. But, Livi found her light dulling after Jasper's "marvelous victory" at the Tri-Wizard Tournement.
  
  
• From ages four to seven she studied in a strict convent school Gremula had sent her too. There, Livi was taught manners, reading, spelling, math, language arts, french, and how to never break face. If she was ever punished, she was to accept her punishment with dignity. She was to have an extreme pride while showing an outward humility. This school had turned Livi into the well-mannered, dignified woman she is today.
  
  
• By the time she was eight she would listen in on Death Eater meetings with Kamilla, who had moved back to England. She started schemeing and building up little plots that she thought would work on the issues her parents were discussing. She would put those plans into affect in her little imaginary world. Also at eight she discovered her knack for painting. She would paint on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Some would be adequate little landscapes and some that were hidden were morbid drawings of what she overheard during Death Eater meetings. She knew though that if anyone had seen those paintings she would've been shipped off to a child psychologist. Or, that's what she thought.
  
  
• At eleven, she was thrilled to enter Hogwarts. She was over-joyed to be sorted into the same house as Kamilla and they were re-united once more. The dynamic duo. Though, it turned out that by the middle of her first year she was Kamilla's shoulder to cry on because the girl was teased so much. Livi herself wasn't teased and she personally took care of those who had been teasing her best friend.
  
  
• Her third and fourth year were much of the same. They were spent helping Kamilla rise to power and bettering herself. Though, she wasn't satisfied with that. She had to have a companion too. That was when she met Ryan Robins. They were polar opposites, but she liked him. This was the one she took the risk with and lost her virginity too. But, when she told her parents she loved him more than anything and planned to marry him, her mother gave her a good Crucio lesson and told her that if she wanted Ryan alive that she would stay far away from him. And Livi listened. Also at fourteen her sister had her accident. Livi was outraged that her attention was stolen yet again because of Jasper's dimwittedness. She spent her summer with her mother in the hospital along with her mother and grandmother and considered quite often pulling the plug on her sister to rid herself of the problem Jasper was causing.
  
  
• Now at fifteen she is currently working on patching things up with her sister and patching up her breaking friendship with Kamilla Lestrange. She is also trying to find herself a husband in Sebastian Pryce, her so called "soul mate".
  

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[Livinia Lange]

age twenty blood pure alliance neutral
occupation regional manager of nasty little witches clothing franchise

I, Livnina Charlotte (Lestrange) Lange , confirm that the above information is true. I claim that I am a heterosexual female. I confirm that I am a practicing atheist and that the current wand on display, seven inch, unicorn hair, ivy is mine, and if asked, I can present evidence of my human status. I currently own an Exotic cat- Brutus and my patronus is best defined as a writing spider

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PERSONALITY

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PLAY BY

EYES

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE

SKIN COLOR

WEIGHT, HEIGHT, BUILD

CLOTHING STYLE

VOICE, LANGUAGE, ACCENT

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES

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MOTHER

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FATHER

SIBLINGS

[/url], THIRTY YEAR OLD DESK AUROR, HALF SISTER

KAMILLA WALBURGINE LESTRANGE POTTER, TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD PRISON ARCHITECHT, HALF SISTER[/ul][/FONT][/SIZE]
GRANDPARENTS

AUNTS AND UNCLES

COUSINS

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS

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SIRIUS ORION BLACK IV, FOUR YEAR OLD, NEPHEW

CHARLIE ALTAIR BLACK, FOUR YEAR OLD, NIECE

MARCUS ANGUS LANGE, SIXTY TWO YEAR OLD HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL GAMES AND SPORTS, STEP-FATHER[/FONT][/SIZE]

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NATIONALITY

HOMETOWN

Hidden by vast expanses of farm land and foliage strategically placed around the borders rests the 208 year old Rookwood Manor with an air of subtle classiness that were the Rookwoods themselves back in those times. The founder Arthur Rookwood, wanted a modest dwelling to spend the rest of his life in. It was referred to as the "Cottage" because it was small compared to his expansive Scottish Estates. For years, it was left untouched, only being open between the months of May-July and November-January. It had been passed down through many Rookwood sons until it came to Gremula, the only heir old enough to claim it. After her marriage to Asher Shacklock, she made it her permanent residence.

Being so nestled and unimportant it took no damage during the wizarding wars, but was used for it's deep tunneling cellars for torturing muggleborns and blood traitors during the first wizarding war.

It's grounds have been remarked for their beauty, especially the orchard of trees near the far west end. Picturesque has been the term used most often. These grounds were often an escape for Livinia when she was younger and she still likes to visit them from time to time.
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CURRENT RESIDENCE

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Using the money her grandfather left to her when died, Liv bought a house across the lake and tucked into a little hollow of trees from the Burrow. This was decision was made due to the fact that she knew Fred was close with his grandfather and his birthday was coming up.[/ul][/FONT][/SIZE]
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HISTORY

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"My birth wasn't the highlight of the year to most of the people around me. My mother seemed to be the only one excited for my arrival. That was until my actual arrival. According to Norma, I was born on the hottest day of the year. Apparently, my mother almost died it was so hot in the 'Cottage'. It never had central heating or air conditioning so, the only way to keep cool during the summer is to leave the windows in hopes for the tiniest, merciful breeze to waft in and offer up some relief. After twelve hours of labor, my mother was absolutely giddy to have me. Her 'other chance for social success'. Norma had disappointed her time and again, and so I was the newest project. My "father"-better referred to as just Mr.Lange now- was happy for the most part I suppose. He doted upon me, but somehow I think he knew. My actual father probably had something else to do that with his head-case of a wife."


TWO THOUSAND AND TEN- FOUR YEARS OLD

"Life is always so simple when you don't have to think for yourself. Every minute of my childhood was scheduled down to a tee by my grandmother. I woke up at 5:30 every single morning, regardless. I still do. I would eat breakfast with my grandmother in the kitchen then go to bathe. After bathing and putting on what was laid out for me I would go and practice the piano for two hours. My grandmother has a true enjoyment of music and so Jasper and I were forced to play. We at least got to pick our instruments. After music lessons Gremmy had me practice my handwriting and reading for another two hours. I would eat lunch with Gremmy and Mama and then I would have to sit with them for an early afternoon tea and explain what I had learned for Mama and play her a tune on the piano. She always said I was brilliant, and after a while I was -after my fingers grew. Mama would go back to work and Gremmy would read to me for an hour. I would nap and then I was free for the hours between five and seven. I would stay in my room and play with my dolls, and would sometimes go into my sister's room to pilfer through her things. I remember being so jealous of her. I wanted to go to Hogwarts so badly. After my alone time was dinner at seven on the dot and then I would set on my father's - Marcus's- lap and look at the pictures in the paper. It was a productive childhood. I could read and write by the time I was five and play the piano. Though, I haven't touched a piano since I was ten."

SEPTEMBER EIGHTH, TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN-FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

"My school was awful considering it was basically a convent run by squibs who were very devout and cruel nuns. Plus, I had my sister to follow. The first day I remember walking through the intimidating doors and down the gray hallways and into a tiny class room with twelve other girls dressed exactly like me. The spinster at the front, Sister Gertrude was hard looking and had me convinced she want to tear my mother apart. I wouldn't be surprised in the least if she admitted to wanting to see my mother burst into flames.

"Anyway, my mother left and Sister Gertrude decided I would be the one she would punish with making an example out of me. Eventually, I took the same haughty tone as she had and was occasionally sent to the corner for my mouth. I eventually learned to keep my mouth shut because I feared the sting her ruler left on you upturned palms and the threats to inform my grandmother of my behavior. So, I became submissive, especially after she strapped me in a backboard to improve my "preposterous" posture. I refused to fight with the nun because she was beneath me and I didn't want to be put on the same level as that pig looking, monstrosity of a woman."

JULY FOURTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE- SIX YEARS OLD-TRAUMATIZED BY HER SISTER

"My sister would often leave and go to the muggle village closest to our home -usually to meet with Royce Scabior at that point in time- So, my mother would send me along because I was a tattle back then. One day Norma drug me over to the cinema there because she had made plans with those two muggle borns and the half blood to watch a Stephen King marathon. I remember being somewhat excited because I had never seen a movie before and I had heard stories from other girls at school at how splendid they were. So, Norma literally drug me in, bought me some chocolate-which was my hush money back then- and set me down in the seat between her and this guy named Emmett, who was one of the muggle borns. So, I happily popped my chocolate into my mouth to melt and waited. The room went dark. The fist two minutes of the movie were alright. A little boy chasing a paper boat down the street, but after that it was a massive blur of monstrous images that were all to real fro my six-year-old ming. I just remember those evil eyes and that voice so scraggly and dripping with venom and unleashed from some kind of sick hell.

"I remember being frozen to the seat, paralyzed and unable to look away from such mad horrors. By the time the movie was over I had found my legs to run out of there and throw up in a trash can. I sat in the lobby shaking and Norma had to take me home-begrudgingly of course. I had nightmares for a month after that and I still get them every once in a while. More often than I would like. I've never been able to get over my fear. I believe the movie was called "It". "


DECEMBER FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN- SEVEN YEARS OLD

"The first time I met Kamilla I didn't really like her. She was foreign to me. I knew I had to be friends with her because Mama took me aside before the dinner she was hosting for their return to tell me so. It would benefit me greatly, she implied. Though, I was not to enthused over the idea. Eventually, I fell into step behind her, mimicking my mother's sentiments she gave to Marcella. I don't really remember when we actually became friends, but it was about a year after this. It takes time for Milla to grow on someone. I think she became my real friend after I saw her mother demean her and send her off crying. I was the only one there to comfort her. Kamilla confessed things to me about her mother that I dare not tell, nor did I have anything to return. I felt sorry for her and knew it was my role to keep her going."

SEPTEMBER FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN- ELEVEN YEARS OLD

"No one can possibly forget their first approach to Hogwarts. It is simply an overwhelming sight. Shock waves of excitement and nervousness tremble through your body, leaving you breathless. Inside is just as exciting, but no as overwhelming to us that are pureblood. It was such a splendor that I could barely contain myself. When the old bat called my name I practically pranced up to the sorting hat, who to my immense pleasure barely lingered over me before placing me in Slytherin. I had to much of a will to be put in any other house. I would have rather died than to have to write Mama and tell her I had been put in any other house. Imagine what a disappointment I would've been. I don't think I could bear it, honestly. Following that first day my first year was an amazing year. I believe I adjusted well to life there."

TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTEEN- TWELVE YEARS OLD

"Most of my second year was consumed with the worries of Kamilla Lestrange. I remember being incredibly willing to abide to her every wish to make her happy. Keeping her happy, kept her friends with me, which in turn made my mother happy. Amazingly, I didn't mind punishing anyone that dared to tease or bully her severely. I honed my subtlety skills with this, therefore not receiving detention. Though, I hardly understand why they would tease her. She gave them no reason to and it was the same people teasing her that later turned to worship her. Eventually by the end of that year she gained her loudmouth to fight back with, and I worked quietly from the shadows. She gained her popularity and brought me with her as her obeying second. If I had known then what I know now, I don't think I would've believed it. My would was consumed with pleasing Kamilla. My third and fourth years were much of the same."

TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY ONE- FIFTEEN YEARS OLD

"My fifth year was the year my whole world changed. By this time I had reached a sense of independence that lay just beneath the surface of the Heirs of Voldemort ideals that clouded my head from rational thinking. It was this year that I found myself at an ultimatum with what I was supposed to do and what I wanted to do. I was obedient to Kamilla's orders. I was obedient to my mother's orders. I even flirted my ass off to the boys my grandmother thought would make prospective husbands. I was going along with 'the plan'. Marry young, be an oppressed housewife, bear heirs, die alone. That was the plan. Serve Queen Kamilla is also in there. That was the life I was headed for. Then, life changed. Dramatically."

DECEMBER EIGHTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY ONE- FIRST MEETING

"I didn't know it then, but I know now that this was the most important day of my life. It started out normal until I left Charms and someone got the bright idea to make a wind tunnel out of the hallway to see how many skirts they could blow up -I expect it was that Drew Longhorn. I'm positive it was-. They were unsuccessful with me, but they did manage to blow my homework away. So, I was chasing after it without much thought to be on my guard. So, I was unaware of the trip wire set up by a couple of third year miscreants in hopes they would catch some poor Ravenclaw with an armload of books. I remember never feeling so much pain in entire life. In the process of tripping over the wire my ankle twisted and I'm convinced I heard a snap on my way down where I very ungracefully smacked my head on the floor. It was an awful moment in time, but considering now that the hallway was nearly deserted made it better. I say nearly because myself and my rescuer were the only two in the hallway by this time. At first, I didn't get to see him, I just remember strong arms pulling me up and then this wonderful voice informing me he was here to help. Then, he took the trip wire, telling me what he was about to do would make me feel better and took care of the retreating miscreants. After that, the hallway was completely deserted and the next thing I know I was being lifted up off the ground coming face to face with a crimson and gold tie. Well, still having my Slytherin morals set in, gaining help from a Gryffindor was not helping my already squashed pride. Then, I looked up to the hair. Again, at noticing the bright red hair I felt my pride slip away just a little bit more. (Keep in mind that I was still pigheaded and raised on Slytherin pure blood lessons) So, I immediately protested him carrying me down to the Hospital Wing. I made such a protest he set me down, crossed his arms, and said "fine". He didn't go away either. No-o. He stood there and watch me limp my way down the corridor, clutching the wall. I made it all the way to the stairs mind you before he sighed and told me I was being silly when I sat down and intended to scoot my way down to the next floor. So, not being to happy with him and his amused look, I was well on my way to the next stair when he sat down in front of me and told me to climb on and he'd carry me that way. I, of course, had to be stubborn and sat there for a minute before he reminded me that I had two other floors to make it through. So, I agreed -reluctantly- and he carried me piggyback all the way down. By this time I was more dizzy than ever and had my head pressed into his back and was enjoying how warm his hands were on my legs.

"When we finally got to the Hospital Wing he sat there and waited for that nurse with me. She took her sweet time too. She shooed him out for the time being and told me my ankle was fractured and I might have a concussion. It was frustrating because I couldn't go back to class and I would have to miss dinner.

"Later on that night, I was sitting up so as not to slip into a coma and I remember being able to think of nothing but the Weasley boy that rescued me. I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. How lovely his eyes were. How wonderfully gentle he was. His gorgeous face. That damn amused smirk. I admit that he had me captivated. I found myself hoping he would drop back in to check on me. Maybe bring me dinner because I was starving and frustrated because I missed the peak gossip hour. But, lucky for me, just after dinner he did come back in, armed with Wizard's chess and my case that I had left upstairs. He stayed the rest of the night with me. We played twelve games of Wizard's chess -which I lost eleven of them. The twelfth one he let me win-

"He stayed the whole night, only falling asleep once and in the early morning. I got my first chance to draw him that night. He looked so peaceful. I'll never forget it."

DECEMBER ----, TWO THOSAND AND TWENTY ONE-DEATH OF RASTABAN

"[insert blurb here after talking about it with Ella]"


JANUARY -----, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY ONE- FUNERAL OF RASTABAN

"[insert blurb here after talking about it with Ella]"


JANUARY EIGHTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY ONE- FIRST LETTER TO FRED

"Two days after that disaster of a funeral, mother wouldn't let me go back to school for fear it was too soon. I was too hurt to go back anyway. In one fell swoop I gained a fortune, but I lost two fathers, a sister and best friend, trust in my mother, and the reputation I had worked so hard to build. I was the black spot on Marcella's record. I was unwanted. I did not belong anymore and it wasn't even my fault. By the time four days of monotoned days in my room that I had locked myself in, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to talk to someone. I had to know what was going on and I had to find someone at the school that didn't hate me. So, I naturally wrote the one who was currently taking up most of my free thoughts. Fred Weasley. I remember starting that letter a thousand times. It went to professing my love for him, telling him how much I hated that he was all I could think about, begging him to come kidnap me, and then I eventually whimped out and told him thanks for helping me with my ankle and asked him if there was anything exciting going on at Hogwarts. I was pretty desperate. I was actually thrilled when his reply came within the next morning, even if I could barely read his chicken scrawl. We continued light correspondance until I returned. It was comforting."


AUGUST FIFTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND AND TWENTY-TWO- FIFTEEN YEARS OLD-NEICE AND NEPHEW ARE BORN

"This is probably the most nerve wracking day of my life was the day my neice and nephew were born. After eating breakfast,

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