Post by Sheliya LeStrange on May 7, 2008 20:11:41 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Rachael
Age; 16
Location; Dean Winchester's pants
Time Zone; EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Sheliya LeStrange [/size]
Age;[/b] Sixteen [/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Bellatrix and Rodolphus LeStrange [/size]
Wand;[/b] Cherry blossom wood, eleven inches, crushed fairy wing center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Rabbit[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Her brother or mother. In that order. End of story.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Probably some sort of cat. [/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco[/size]
Pets;[/b] Dark gray cat named Twilight, given to her on her birthday.[/size]
History;[/b]
Bellatrix LeStrange had, indeed, been killed in the final battle at Hogwarts. However, magic and medicine kept her alive for several more months after that. Upon examining her body, it was discovered that Bellatrix was, indeed, three months pregnant with her second child. Although she was technicaly dead, machines and magic could keep her alive; a fetus of only three months would not be able to survive on its own
Six months later, Sheliya LeStrange came into the world; orphaned, as both of her parents were dead. Her brother, Damian, had taken it upon himself to name her. Although he was only ten and the Dark Lord had, indeed, fallen, He was what inspired her name; Sheliya – of the Lord. She and her brother both were adopted by their aunt, and they were to be raised with their cousin Constantine, who was six months older that
Sheliya.
Sheliya LeStrange was brought into the world through tragedy, and unfortunately, those tragedies would never fade. Damian may as well have named her Tragedy.
Her aunt did not quite know what to do with the two siblings, so she did what she had to and otherwise left them alone. Sheliya – nicknamed Shelli at a young age – was fine with this. She was a good and quiet baby, and was quite fine with just playing by herself or with Constantine. This came as a shock, as Damian was quite the opposite.
It was clear that Damian had taken after his mother. He probably could have even passed as her reincarnation. Even at a young age, he was cruel by nature; especially to his little sister. To him, she was the reason why his mother was gone. He seemed to ignore the fact that she had died long before Shelli was born. However, they had not pulled the plug until after his sister had been delivered. Until that point, he could still visit his mother at St. Mungo’s. Now she was gone. And for that, he
hated Shelli.
Unfortunately for Shelli, her older brother had much say as to what happened in her life. He had helped raise her, and at a certain point, had practically taken over the role as parent. He was ten years her senior, after all. He had even been the reason as to why her first sign of magic had come forth. When Shelli had been six, Damian sixteen, he had thrown a knife directly at her. His intentions had been to force the magic out of her, but if the shield hadn’t formed and protected her…well, that would have been too bad.
Over the years, he had changed her personality and molded her into what he wanted her to be. She was not raised to be a person – Shelli had been raised to be a perfect, pretty doll. She only spoke when spoken to, she kept her eyes lowered; she was seen and not heard as a pretty girl should be. He had created what would be a perfect wife for a Pureblooded man someday, and that had been his intention all along. When she didn’t do as he pleased, he hit her. When he was angry, he hit her. When he was bored, he hit her. Needless to say, Shelli learned to do what she was told very quickly, and learned how to be invisible.
Unfortunately, due to the way she had been raised, Shelli had trouble making friends once she was shipped off to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin. Thankfully, she went in with some close friends that she had grown up with – Deucalion Malfoy and Trevor Baddock were both a year older than her, and Deucalion’s – Cal’s – little sister came along the year after her.
As time ticked by, she slowly adapted to the people around her. However, she soon realized that she was not normal. Her moods changed too quickly. She went from being furious to apologizing, from crying to laughing. She knew her mother had been insane, and her brother was either a sociopath or had multiple personalities. She figured brain disorders came with her blood, and diagnosed herself with being bipolar.
She started smoking at the age of fifteen, and heavier drugs followed soon after. Damian had thrown a fit over the latter, though the former was accepted. So as far as he knew, she no longer did drugs. Unfortunately, she did. Shelli was a heroin addict, and could be found doing other drugs such as meth and acid as well.
Once she finally felt comfortable with where she was, the rug was ripped out from underneath her. A letter arrived from her brother, announcing her arrangement to one of her best friends – Deucalion Malfoy. Cal had been a constant in her life for years, and she loved him dearly; both platonically and romantically.
As the pair tried to find a way out of their arrangement (which she actually wanted, though did not want to trap him), she took things day by day. Each day weighed heavy on her, though she tried.
She had been twelve when her brother ounded Defaeco, he nineteen. She had not been forced to join for about two and a half more years--she was inducted as the youngest member at nearly fifteen. The Mark (the Ourosboros symbol from alchemy) had been burned onto her inner left wrist, and from then on, her loyalty was sworn to her brother and his alliance against the ministry.
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Appearance;[/b]
Sheliya had always wanted to look more like her father. Unfortunately, that was not how things had turned out. She had taken her mother's classic beauty--a beauty that probably did not attract anyone at this day and age.
Her skin was naturally a soft tan, thanks to her father's tan skin. It got paler over the course of the winter and tanner when she was outside a lot, though generally stayed a light color. She reached five foot three when bare foot, and saw that as perfectly average and was completely fine with it. She was tiny, only around about a hundred and fifteen pounds or so if that, with nice-sized curves and a tiny waist.
Her hair varied in shades of dark brown and set in loose curls and waves, though it was sometimes straightened to be..well, at least relatively straight. The length varied, though she generally kept the length around shoulder length or longer. It was cut into layers, causing shorter pieces to usually fall and frame a pretty face. Her features were fair and sweet, and blue eyes caught your attention easily. Smiles were usually fake though rather pretty all the same, and a true smile would light up her features completely.
Her clothing style is normal amongst girls her age. Cute, stylish tops and jeans. She leaned a little more towards the girly side in style, with sundresses and flowy tops, though they were the sort of things that looked good on her. Her make-up was usually just eyeshadow, liner, and lipgloss, though more could be used on occasion.
A gold ring was charmed onto her left hand ring finger; an engagement ring. It was beautiful, though she did not want to wear it. The band was small though the face somewhat large, with the Malfoy crest traced in diamonds visible to all.
She'd tried to get it off. And trust her; it was staying. [/size]
Personality;[/b]
Living in enviroment like the one Sheliya grew up in was bound to have an effect on one's personality. Unfortunately for her, that was certainly the case for the young woman. She was not, however, your typical Pureblooded bitch or princess, but rather different from the stereotype. Had you not known her name, you may not be aware that she was, indeed, born of two high-ranking and prestigious Pure Blooded families; The LeStranges, and the Blacks.
First and foremost, Sheliya--Shelli--was highly introverted and timid. Her brother had been the main cause of this over the years, due to his highly cruel and dominating personality. She was quite used to doing his will and obeying his commands without a word of complain, and usually without a word in general. Damian LeStrange was, indeed, a pupper master, and his sister was his favorite puppet. She was easily manipulated, particularly by him as he had a thorough understanding of the inner workings of her mind.
She had learned over the years that loyalty was, indeed, everything. Her loyalty to Defaeco had been forced once her brother had seen her as old enough, and the loyalty to her blood line was as well. Her loyalty to those she cared about, however, was a personal choice she had made. She would do anything and everything for her friends, even if it meant hurting herself rather than them. If she had a choice, she would rather die than hurt someone she cared for. This showed her sweet and caring nature--rare in a Pure Blooded girl, though very, very there for her all the same.
Shelli was the type with an addictive personality, and a girl with a tendency for addictions. Muggle cigarettes had been deemed a-okay by her brother, though the drugs had sent him into a rage (how could she resort to that muggle crap to make herself feel better?) that had ended in a lot of pain for her. As far as she knew, he was off the drugs and just smoking, though she still did her drugs. She enjoyed the stronger stuff more, despite the dangers. She also drank on occasion, though that was more commonly done socially than by herself.
For years her moods had changed drastically and randomly, though her parents had never acknowledged it, refusing to believe that anything was wrong with their baby girl. She had concluded herself she suffered from being bi-polar. It made perfect sense, after all. Her mood swings were so quick and so drastic that it was impossible for her to just be in a bad mood. She had initially thought it was depression, though concluded that just came with the bi-polar and it came from living in her household.
She was the type that would smile through her pain. Even if her heart was breaking, she'd be smiling. Even after her brother sent her flying into a bookshelf or after he made her bleed, she'd be smiling. She didn't like answering uncomfortable questions, or being questioned at all (it came with being shy), and thus didn't like people to know that things were wrong. If she had a smile on and was just sitting there reading, would you suspect anything? I thought not.
She had been taught at a young age to be seen and not be heard. Pretty girls should not talk. They should sit there without making eye contact and listen, and only speak when spoken to directly. Because of this, she had had trouble making friends at first, though some of that lesson had slipped away to reveal a girl who would, indeed, talk and hold conversations with no problem. She would not, however, stand up for something unless she was told to by her brother or parents, and absolutely loathed being in the spotlight.
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Likes;[/b]
-Reading
-Writing
-Playing piano
-Cigarettes
-Drugs
-Cats
-Flying
-Being at school (away from her mother and brother)
-Drinking
-Illegal Muggle Substances
-Boys (especially a certain Malfoy boy. Hm)
-Smiling and laughing
-Fooling around
-Being able to be herself
-Being able to be open with someone
-Transfiguration
-Potions
-Having to do what she's told
-Being in the spotlight
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Dislikes;[/b]
-Her mother
-Her father (most of the time, anyway)
-Being Bi-Polar
-Her mood swings from the above
-Her addictions
-Her lineage
-Speaking French
-Being foced into loyalty
-Being Damian's puppet
-Listening to Damian
-Having Damian beat the crap out of her
-..Damian in general
-Having to do bad things for her alliance
-People with no morals
-Arranged marriages
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Model;[/b] Megan Fox, but I sometimes use photos of Lonneke Engel[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Yeah. I'm aware that Bella is old-ish, but we can say she waited to have children, can't we? We can also say Narcissa is a shit load younger than Lucius, because she was the youngest sister.
Anyway. Yes. Bella and Narcissa are sisters and Cal and Shelli are arranged. I know. But, they're not like..first cousins or anything. Besides, there's a lot of random intermarrying to preserve blood lines.[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Thunder crashed, followed all too quickly by a flash that lit up the sky. The seventeen-year-old Slytherin winced silently, looking down at her lap. Thunder storms had always scared her, to be honest; why, she was still unsure. However, Sheliya LeStrange had too much on her mind at the current moment to be too scared.
It was April; over a month had passed since she had found out she was to be married in June, and things had gotten progressively worse since then. More and more letters with dates and plans arrived on almost a daily basis, making the girl grow more and more quiet and scared. What was she supposed to do? Just accept it with a smile, and move on? No, that wasn’t going to happen. She refused to let it happen. So, she had scheduled to meet her mother this very day(it was a Hogsmeade trip, so, she was free to go), and to be honest, that had been a nightmare.
Shelli had a feeling she wouldn’t be forgetting the meeting for a long time. Such simple words seemed to enrage her mother, and cause an outburst. ‘I don’t want to be married.’
It had ended rather badly, with Shelli nearly in tears–both upset and in pain. She had a new scar now (more of a tattoo, to be honest), and she was still going to be married in June.
And now, she couldn’t hide a very audible wince as she tugged back her sleeve, feeling the material brush against the very sensitive skin. The LeStrange Family Crest was very intricate and would be a lot more beautiful and awe-worthy if it were not permanently burned into her left fore-arm. The skin was still very red and slightly swollen, though thankfully, the ‘tattoo’ had stopped bleeding about a half hour prior. She had healed it a few times, though eventually, just gave up–healing spells had never been her forte, and she was likely just to make it worse. Judging by it’s details, the crest had probably been nearly impossible to endure being burned onto flesh, though Shelli hadn’t cried. She refused to. It was probably what her mother had wanted; to break her.
Black locks were set in curls, pulled back into a loose pony tail; a few idle, shorter pieces falling to frame her face. Sea-glass-green eyes were pained, and currently watering, as much as she hated to admit it. The only make-up she had on was black eyeliner and clear lip-gloss–both charmed on. The jeans on her lower half were a little tight, though comfortable; a medium wash. The camisole she’d been wearing was blue, though was currently concealed by the hoodie she had pulled on; black, with thick white horizontal stripes. Currently, she was sitting on the large windowsill by a window, as she had been thinking as she watched the rain. Then, however, the storm started and scared her silly, so she decided to take another look at her arm.
But now, even though the pain was a bit more bearable (though still likely near excruciating), she felt the tears well up and a few fell over. She wasn’t one to cry over pain, so if anyone were to walk in to the Slytherin Common Room at that particular moment, she would be mortified.
‘Stop it,’ she scolded herself mentally, not speaking, still; she hadn’t since she returned. She was afraid that if she were to talk, she would cry. It hurt a hell of a lot, surely, but she was also upset. She just wanted this whole situation to be over with, and quite obviously, that wasn’t going to happen.
Crash. Strike.
The storm distracted her, for the moment, thankfully. Though, not long after, she was biting her lip; hand slipping into the pocket in the front of her hoodie. She felt the small bag there, and wondered if now would be a good time to pull it out. Strong drugs should help her forget, right?
Sighing, she shook her head, removing her hand.
She glared down at the crest, then sighed; wincing again as she slowly pulled down the sleeve, as carefully as she could; then holding it tight in her hand. At least it had been given to her while she was trying to save someone she cared about.
That helped. A little.
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Name; Rachael
Age; 16
Location; Dean Winchester's pants
Time Zone; EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Sheliya LeStrange [/size]
Age;[/b] Sixteen [/size]
Year;[/b] Sixth[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure[/size]
Parents;[/b] Bellatrix and Rodolphus LeStrange [/size]
Wand;[/b] Cherry blossom wood, eleven inches, crushed fairy wing center[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Rabbit[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Her brother or mother. In that order. End of story.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Probably some sort of cat. [/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco[/size]
Pets;[/b] Dark gray cat named Twilight, given to her on her birthday.[/size]
History;[/b]
Bellatrix LeStrange had, indeed, been killed in the final battle at Hogwarts. However, magic and medicine kept her alive for several more months after that. Upon examining her body, it was discovered that Bellatrix was, indeed, three months pregnant with her second child. Although she was technicaly dead, machines and magic could keep her alive; a fetus of only three months would not be able to survive on its own
Six months later, Sheliya LeStrange came into the world; orphaned, as both of her parents were dead. Her brother, Damian, had taken it upon himself to name her. Although he was only ten and the Dark Lord had, indeed, fallen, He was what inspired her name; Sheliya – of the Lord. She and her brother both were adopted by their aunt, and they were to be raised with their cousin Constantine, who was six months older that
Sheliya.
Sheliya LeStrange was brought into the world through tragedy, and unfortunately, those tragedies would never fade. Damian may as well have named her Tragedy.
Her aunt did not quite know what to do with the two siblings, so she did what she had to and otherwise left them alone. Sheliya – nicknamed Shelli at a young age – was fine with this. She was a good and quiet baby, and was quite fine with just playing by herself or with Constantine. This came as a shock, as Damian was quite the opposite.
It was clear that Damian had taken after his mother. He probably could have even passed as her reincarnation. Even at a young age, he was cruel by nature; especially to his little sister. To him, she was the reason why his mother was gone. He seemed to ignore the fact that she had died long before Shelli was born. However, they had not pulled the plug until after his sister had been delivered. Until that point, he could still visit his mother at St. Mungo’s. Now she was gone. And for that, he
hated Shelli.
Unfortunately for Shelli, her older brother had much say as to what happened in her life. He had helped raise her, and at a certain point, had practically taken over the role as parent. He was ten years her senior, after all. He had even been the reason as to why her first sign of magic had come forth. When Shelli had been six, Damian sixteen, he had thrown a knife directly at her. His intentions had been to force the magic out of her, but if the shield hadn’t formed and protected her…well, that would have been too bad.
Over the years, he had changed her personality and molded her into what he wanted her to be. She was not raised to be a person – Shelli had been raised to be a perfect, pretty doll. She only spoke when spoken to, she kept her eyes lowered; she was seen and not heard as a pretty girl should be. He had created what would be a perfect wife for a Pureblooded man someday, and that had been his intention all along. When she didn’t do as he pleased, he hit her. When he was angry, he hit her. When he was bored, he hit her. Needless to say, Shelli learned to do what she was told very quickly, and learned how to be invisible.
Unfortunately, due to the way she had been raised, Shelli had trouble making friends once she was shipped off to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin. Thankfully, she went in with some close friends that she had grown up with – Deucalion Malfoy and Trevor Baddock were both a year older than her, and Deucalion’s – Cal’s – little sister came along the year after her.
As time ticked by, she slowly adapted to the people around her. However, she soon realized that she was not normal. Her moods changed too quickly. She went from being furious to apologizing, from crying to laughing. She knew her mother had been insane, and her brother was either a sociopath or had multiple personalities. She figured brain disorders came with her blood, and diagnosed herself with being bipolar.
She started smoking at the age of fifteen, and heavier drugs followed soon after. Damian had thrown a fit over the latter, though the former was accepted. So as far as he knew, she no longer did drugs. Unfortunately, she did. Shelli was a heroin addict, and could be found doing other drugs such as meth and acid as well.
Once she finally felt comfortable with where she was, the rug was ripped out from underneath her. A letter arrived from her brother, announcing her arrangement to one of her best friends – Deucalion Malfoy. Cal had been a constant in her life for years, and she loved him dearly; both platonically and romantically.
As the pair tried to find a way out of their arrangement (which she actually wanted, though did not want to trap him), she took things day by day. Each day weighed heavy on her, though she tried.
She had been twelve when her brother ounded Defaeco, he nineteen. She had not been forced to join for about two and a half more years--she was inducted as the youngest member at nearly fifteen. The Mark (the Ourosboros symbol from alchemy) had been burned onto her inner left wrist, and from then on, her loyalty was sworn to her brother and his alliance against the ministry.
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Appearance;[/b]
Sheliya had always wanted to look more like her father. Unfortunately, that was not how things had turned out. She had taken her mother's classic beauty--a beauty that probably did not attract anyone at this day and age.
Her skin was naturally a soft tan, thanks to her father's tan skin. It got paler over the course of the winter and tanner when she was outside a lot, though generally stayed a light color. She reached five foot three when bare foot, and saw that as perfectly average and was completely fine with it. She was tiny, only around about a hundred and fifteen pounds or so if that, with nice-sized curves and a tiny waist.
Her hair varied in shades of dark brown and set in loose curls and waves, though it was sometimes straightened to be..well, at least relatively straight. The length varied, though she generally kept the length around shoulder length or longer. It was cut into layers, causing shorter pieces to usually fall and frame a pretty face. Her features were fair and sweet, and blue eyes caught your attention easily. Smiles were usually fake though rather pretty all the same, and a true smile would light up her features completely.
Her clothing style is normal amongst girls her age. Cute, stylish tops and jeans. She leaned a little more towards the girly side in style, with sundresses and flowy tops, though they were the sort of things that looked good on her. Her make-up was usually just eyeshadow, liner, and lipgloss, though more could be used on occasion.
A gold ring was charmed onto her left hand ring finger; an engagement ring. It was beautiful, though she did not want to wear it. The band was small though the face somewhat large, with the Malfoy crest traced in diamonds visible to all.
She'd tried to get it off. And trust her; it was staying. [/size]
Personality;[/b]
Living in enviroment like the one Sheliya grew up in was bound to have an effect on one's personality. Unfortunately for her, that was certainly the case for the young woman. She was not, however, your typical Pureblooded bitch or princess, but rather different from the stereotype. Had you not known her name, you may not be aware that she was, indeed, born of two high-ranking and prestigious Pure Blooded families; The LeStranges, and the Blacks.
First and foremost, Sheliya--Shelli--was highly introverted and timid. Her brother had been the main cause of this over the years, due to his highly cruel and dominating personality. She was quite used to doing his will and obeying his commands without a word of complain, and usually without a word in general. Damian LeStrange was, indeed, a pupper master, and his sister was his favorite puppet. She was easily manipulated, particularly by him as he had a thorough understanding of the inner workings of her mind.
She had learned over the years that loyalty was, indeed, everything. Her loyalty to Defaeco had been forced once her brother had seen her as old enough, and the loyalty to her blood line was as well. Her loyalty to those she cared about, however, was a personal choice she had made. She would do anything and everything for her friends, even if it meant hurting herself rather than them. If she had a choice, she would rather die than hurt someone she cared for. This showed her sweet and caring nature--rare in a Pure Blooded girl, though very, very there for her all the same.
Shelli was the type with an addictive personality, and a girl with a tendency for addictions. Muggle cigarettes had been deemed a-okay by her brother, though the drugs had sent him into a rage (how could she resort to that muggle crap to make herself feel better?) that had ended in a lot of pain for her. As far as she knew, he was off the drugs and just smoking, though she still did her drugs. She enjoyed the stronger stuff more, despite the dangers. She also drank on occasion, though that was more commonly done socially than by herself.
For years her moods had changed drastically and randomly, though her parents had never acknowledged it, refusing to believe that anything was wrong with their baby girl. She had concluded herself she suffered from being bi-polar. It made perfect sense, after all. Her mood swings were so quick and so drastic that it was impossible for her to just be in a bad mood. She had initially thought it was depression, though concluded that just came with the bi-polar and it came from living in her household.
She was the type that would smile through her pain. Even if her heart was breaking, she'd be smiling. Even after her brother sent her flying into a bookshelf or after he made her bleed, she'd be smiling. She didn't like answering uncomfortable questions, or being questioned at all (it came with being shy), and thus didn't like people to know that things were wrong. If she had a smile on and was just sitting there reading, would you suspect anything? I thought not.
She had been taught at a young age to be seen and not be heard. Pretty girls should not talk. They should sit there without making eye contact and listen, and only speak when spoken to directly. Because of this, she had had trouble making friends at first, though some of that lesson had slipped away to reveal a girl who would, indeed, talk and hold conversations with no problem. She would not, however, stand up for something unless she was told to by her brother or parents, and absolutely loathed being in the spotlight.
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Likes;[/b]
-Reading
-Writing
-Playing piano
-Cigarettes
-Drugs
-Cats
-Flying
-Being at school (away from her mother and brother)
-Drinking
-Illegal Muggle Substances
-Boys (especially a certain Malfoy boy. Hm)
-Smiling and laughing
-Fooling around
-Being able to be herself
-Being able to be open with someone
-Transfiguration
-Potions
-Having to do what she's told
-Being in the spotlight
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Dislikes;[/b]
-Her mother
-Her father (most of the time, anyway)
-Being Bi-Polar
-Her mood swings from the above
-Her addictions
-Her lineage
-Speaking French
-Being foced into loyalty
-Being Damian's puppet
-Listening to Damian
-Having Damian beat the crap out of her
-..Damian in general
-Having to do bad things for her alliance
-People with no morals
-Arranged marriages
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Model;[/b] Megan Fox, but I sometimes use photos of Lonneke Engel[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Yeah. I'm aware that Bella is old-ish, but we can say she waited to have children, can't we? We can also say Narcissa is a shit load younger than Lucius, because she was the youngest sister.
Anyway. Yes. Bella and Narcissa are sisters and Cal and Shelli are arranged. I know. But, they're not like..first cousins or anything. Besides, there's a lot of random intermarrying to preserve blood lines.[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Thunder crashed, followed all too quickly by a flash that lit up the sky. The seventeen-year-old Slytherin winced silently, looking down at her lap. Thunder storms had always scared her, to be honest; why, she was still unsure. However, Sheliya LeStrange had too much on her mind at the current moment to be too scared.
It was April; over a month had passed since she had found out she was to be married in June, and things had gotten progressively worse since then. More and more letters with dates and plans arrived on almost a daily basis, making the girl grow more and more quiet and scared. What was she supposed to do? Just accept it with a smile, and move on? No, that wasn’t going to happen. She refused to let it happen. So, she had scheduled to meet her mother this very day(it was a Hogsmeade trip, so, she was free to go), and to be honest, that had been a nightmare.
Shelli had a feeling she wouldn’t be forgetting the meeting for a long time. Such simple words seemed to enrage her mother, and cause an outburst. ‘I don’t want to be married.’
It had ended rather badly, with Shelli nearly in tears–both upset and in pain. She had a new scar now (more of a tattoo, to be honest), and she was still going to be married in June.
And now, she couldn’t hide a very audible wince as she tugged back her sleeve, feeling the material brush against the very sensitive skin. The LeStrange Family Crest was very intricate and would be a lot more beautiful and awe-worthy if it were not permanently burned into her left fore-arm. The skin was still very red and slightly swollen, though thankfully, the ‘tattoo’ had stopped bleeding about a half hour prior. She had healed it a few times, though eventually, just gave up–healing spells had never been her forte, and she was likely just to make it worse. Judging by it’s details, the crest had probably been nearly impossible to endure being burned onto flesh, though Shelli hadn’t cried. She refused to. It was probably what her mother had wanted; to break her.
Black locks were set in curls, pulled back into a loose pony tail; a few idle, shorter pieces falling to frame her face. Sea-glass-green eyes were pained, and currently watering, as much as she hated to admit it. The only make-up she had on was black eyeliner and clear lip-gloss–both charmed on. The jeans on her lower half were a little tight, though comfortable; a medium wash. The camisole she’d been wearing was blue, though was currently concealed by the hoodie she had pulled on; black, with thick white horizontal stripes. Currently, she was sitting on the large windowsill by a window, as she had been thinking as she watched the rain. Then, however, the storm started and scared her silly, so she decided to take another look at her arm.
But now, even though the pain was a bit more bearable (though still likely near excruciating), she felt the tears well up and a few fell over. She wasn’t one to cry over pain, so if anyone were to walk in to the Slytherin Common Room at that particular moment, she would be mortified.
‘Stop it,’ she scolded herself mentally, not speaking, still; she hadn’t since she returned. She was afraid that if she were to talk, she would cry. It hurt a hell of a lot, surely, but she was also upset. She just wanted this whole situation to be over with, and quite obviously, that wasn’t going to happen.
Crash. Strike.
The storm distracted her, for the moment, thankfully. Though, not long after, she was biting her lip; hand slipping into the pocket in the front of her hoodie. She felt the small bag there, and wondered if now would be a good time to pull it out. Strong drugs should help her forget, right?
Sighing, she shook her head, removing her hand.
She glared down at the crest, then sighed; wincing again as she slowly pulled down the sleeve, as carefully as she could; then holding it tight in her hand. At least it had been given to her while she was trying to save someone she cared about.
That helped. A little.
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