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- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
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- Mixed Blood
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- Married
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- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ebony 13 3/8" Core of Basilisk Fang and Venom with a special handle
- Age
- 11/2010
For some time now, Aleyha Devearux was currently alone for her sixth year of school. Having heard her cousin Kaleb had moved on and transferred over to Durmstrang, Aleyha honestly did not know who to turn to. Hadan was in Romania, Theodore was in France, Cassancra was in Bulgaria, and she was stuck here. Continuing from that, she was under constant watch from her annoying man that had helped raise her as a daughter when she was nine to thirteen, before she returned to her real father, Arnost. That was not the least of her concerns. He had somehow thought that meeting every week would help her sway from her decision to marry Theodore (even though her arranged marriage, it was set in stone anyway) and to stop pursuing to follow after the man, the great man Arnost. How could she not follow in her father's footsteps? Being a Death Eater was her dream, and she had realized this in her fourth year. He accepted her from the moment she came into his life, with open arms and a lifetime of wisdom to learn what he had seen and done. She had felt some sort of closeness with the stories and memories of Voldemort because they both shared the same gift. Parseltongue. She loved her gift, and she was not ashamed to show it off when she was having conversations with her snake, Fenrir.
As of right now, Aleyha was walking across the lawn, her albinism showing all of its worth under cloudy skies. Her Slytherin uniform was just basic, and she did not have her robes around her at the time. She placed her green snake on the ground, where Fenrir perked his head up and he stared at her with black, beady eyes. Aleyha stroked his head for a moment before she knelt down on her knees, sitting her bottom on her legs, and Fenrir leaned into her touch, his green skin clashing highly with her porcelain white skin. Fenrir hissed eerily, his black tongue flickering out as he rose even higher to just stare at Aleyha in her blood, red eyes, "You are filled with such sorrow and anger, what displeases you?" Aleyha glanced down at the grass and she stared over the cliffs. "Beautiful as it is, my time here is soon to end, but it feels like an eternity. Prodan is nagging me, and I have to behave so that I may reside with my love one day. I just want to rip out his throat, but I can only vent to you." She could not misbehave or else she would be punished, under the orders of the Zhefarovich Family. She was the family's symbol in a way, other than the Patriarch, as she had received a talent that is so rare, it is almost forgotten until heard. However this Slytherin was not just sadden over being alone this semester, she was also angered by the treatment she was suddenly receiving, as if she was a child.
As of right now, Aleyha was walking across the lawn, her albinism showing all of its worth under cloudy skies. Her Slytherin uniform was just basic, and she did not have her robes around her at the time. She placed her green snake on the ground, where Fenrir perked his head up and he stared at her with black, beady eyes. Aleyha stroked his head for a moment before she knelt down on her knees, sitting her bottom on her legs, and Fenrir leaned into her touch, his green skin clashing highly with her porcelain white skin. Fenrir hissed eerily, his black tongue flickering out as he rose even higher to just stare at Aleyha in her blood, red eyes, "You are filled with such sorrow and anger, what displeases you?" Aleyha glanced down at the grass and she stared over the cliffs. "Beautiful as it is, my time here is soon to end, but it feels like an eternity. Prodan is nagging me, and I have to behave so that I may reside with my love one day. I just want to rip out his throat, but I can only vent to you." She could not misbehave or else she would be punished, under the orders of the Zhefarovich Family. She was the family's symbol in a way, other than the Patriarch, as she had received a talent that is so rare, it is almost forgotten until heard. However this Slytherin was not just sadden over being alone this semester, she was also angered by the treatment she was suddenly receiving, as if she was a child.