- Messages
- 920
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Wand
- White Pine 14 1/4" Core of Veela Hair
- Age
- 3/2000
Nataliia walked down a village, and felt the warm air against her skin. It may have been winter, or close to it, but the air still felt warmer than usual. She pulled her red jacket around her, making sure it was fastened properly. Her stormy eyes clashed with her blonde hair. Nataliia stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and stared up at the sky. She leaned against a store, some ink store, but didn't see the name. Her jeans stretched a bit as she moved her legs a bit, to get comfortable.
How could someone like her, a daughter of parents that she had no idea who they were, no names to recall from, no memories, be raised by muggles? Just pictures, was all she had. She had received her eyes and blond hair from her father. Her face shape and flawless skin were inherited from her mother. Nataliia stared at the ground, and sighed a bit. She had a happy life as a child. However, a piece of her was missing. It was magic. She recovered that missing piece when she attended school.
That was when she found out that there was something more. She wanted to be with her biological family. A magical family. But would she have siblings? Are they even alive? Nataliia glared at a child who stumbled carelessly into her. Nataliia shook her head, her blond hair falling around her. Ever since she moved to New Zealand, just to go to the beach every so often, she hasn't smiled. Not once. It had been weeks too. Biting her lip, she got off the wall, and glanced inside the window of the store, seeing a man working. Rolling her eyes a bit, she walked away. However, she stopped, and turned to look back at the store.
Something was drawing her there. She didn't know what or why. A gust of wind blew in her hair, and her hand swiftly moved her hair from her face. Nataliia ignored the hunch, oblivious to the fact that her brother unknown to each other worked in that very store, and walked away from the store. Her eyes, raging like a storm like always, cast their gaze straight ahead, curious to why she would even be here, and not return to Bulgaria, where she was originally from to begin with.
How could someone like her, a daughter of parents that she had no idea who they were, no names to recall from, no memories, be raised by muggles? Just pictures, was all she had. She had received her eyes and blond hair from her father. Her face shape and flawless skin were inherited from her mother. Nataliia stared at the ground, and sighed a bit. She had a happy life as a child. However, a piece of her was missing. It was magic. She recovered that missing piece when she attended school.
That was when she found out that there was something more. She wanted to be with her biological family. A magical family. But would she have siblings? Are they even alive? Nataliia glared at a child who stumbled carelessly into her. Nataliia shook her head, her blond hair falling around her. Ever since she moved to New Zealand, just to go to the beach every so often, she hasn't smiled. Not once. It had been weeks too. Biting her lip, she got off the wall, and glanced inside the window of the store, seeing a man working. Rolling her eyes a bit, she walked away. However, she stopped, and turned to look back at the store.
Something was drawing her there. She didn't know what or why. A gust of wind blew in her hair, and her hand swiftly moved her hair from her face. Nataliia ignored the hunch, oblivious to the fact that her brother unknown to each other worked in that very store, and walked away from the store. Her eyes, raging like a storm like always, cast their gaze straight ahead, curious to why she would even be here, and not return to Bulgaria, where she was originally from to begin with.