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Hello Calixa. =] So Cloe's this... sort of madwoman psycho who is out hunting for her son. And everyone sees her as the psycho, but i want to get out her more humane side. She comes from a long line of Dark Wizards, but she has never succumbed to her likely fate. Yet. If you are looking for a...

Cloe closed her eyes, pursing her lips into a thin line. "It is because I love him so much that I need to do this. It would be selfish of me to deny him this truth... and the chance to see me for who I really am." Though I don't doubt he already sees me as a monster. "Dad, my decision cannot be...

At her father's efforts to console her, Cloe felt the tears fall even heavier than before. If only he knew the real reason as to why she was a total wreck, then perhaps he would not be embracing her like so. She dreaded the next time she would see him, his eyes scrutinizing and disappointed that...

As her father's arms came around her, Cloe could not help but fall apart. Hiding her face in his shirt, she began sobbing loudly, releasing all that she had kept within. How could she not have seen this? How could she have thought she could run away from her past, and protect her son from it...

It was with a heavy heart that Cloe apparated before her house. She wanted to visit her parents for what she was certain would be the last time, and hopefully just relieve her father of the burden she had placed on him and leave a trace of truth behind for her son. It was the only way, and it...

THE BASICS: Name: Cloe Mafalda Lestrange School Attended: Hogwarts, Scottland House and Graduation Year: Slytherin, 1999 Birth Date: 17th of May, 1982 Blood Status: Pure Relationship Status: Widow; Single Current Location: Somewhere in New Zealand Occupation: Ex-Ministry Worker APPEARANCE: Hair...

Cloe nodded to signify her understanding. "I will be gone soon enough. I just need to find my wand," she said gruffly. She could have easily summoned it back, but she needed a diversion to have a moment to herself. While feeling poorly for submitting to the orders of a mere centaur. Without...

"But, our kinds are at peace! Why would any centaur wish to attack a human? I pose no threat!" Cloe said unsettled. Ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, where centaur and man fought side by side, an undisturbed peace was believed to have been agreed upon.

Cloe quickly unwound the rope from around her got onto her feet just as the centaur spoke. Slowly she raised her hands in truce and said, "My name is Cloe and I was out here in this forest on an errand..." As her voice trailed off, she decided that she would keep exactly what that errand was a...

Cloe stopped rolling immediately and nodded her head wildly. She needed to get out of the situation fast, and this centaur seemed to be harmless.

Cloe watched wide-eyed as a female centaur galloped into the clearing, and upon realising it was not alone, to her horror, it aimed its bow at her. Cloe mumbled incoherent words through the rope piece in her mouth, rolling about in her struggle to show that she was defenseless. Whether that was...

Name: Cloe Lestrange Age: 38 House & Graduation Year: Slytherin, 1999 Our Relationship: Mother Protective Over You Our History: I am your mother and you are my son. I will admit that I was not always there throughout most of your childhood, and I do regret that we have never been as close as...

It was a blow that took Cloe unexpectedly, engulfing her in an emptiness she could not throw off. The child which she had carried in her womb, raised and loved unconditionally, now stood before her hurt and filled with anguish. What have I done? she asked herself repeatedly. Hearing the contempt...

Cloe had exited the school's heavy oak doors and was making her way down to the forest when she had spotted Lily a little way ahead of her, heading in herself. Her eyes narrowed as they followed Lily's figure, and she sped up to the forest's edge so as to stick close to her trail. Cloe had...

[ugh, my mistake. the following is posted as Blake <_< ] Blake brushed his forefinger against Lily's cheek, his own eyes beginning to water. "I'll annoy him into it if I have to," he added, his mouth curving into a wide smile. "Let's get this tent packed up now then." Blake grabbed the handle...

It had been nearly a week since Cloe had begun the exhausting search for her son, and in those few days she had barely slept. Thus her appearance was rather sickeningly shocking, for Cloe had always been thorough about how she presented herself. Until recently of course. The only constant...

wow. well all i can really say is that i liked it. yeah, it was all happy skipididooda. but honestly, i think that's what her fans needed most. considering the majority are girls who just ogle at the idea of Edward. <_< sure, she could have made it better by killing off some vamps. or maybe...

"Well, not quite the response I'd expected but I guess it's a start. Your mother was a close friend of mine..." Cloe said, trailing off with the use of past tense. Withdrawing her hand, Cloe smiled at Bellatrix in the hopes of having a smooth meeting as she was well aware of the girl's sharp...

Cloe observed as a young girl entered the pub and hastily shoved her way past people, proving she had indeed inherited her mother's notorious behavior. A smirk formed on Cloe's thin pursed lips, her eyes softened slightly as she finally drew a hand from underneath the table and extended it...

Cloe hugged her son, holding on longer than necessary but letting go unwillingly as she did not want to make the moment all the more awkward than it was. "Bye Blake... and if it's worth anything... I really am sorry."