- Messages
- 128
- OOC First Name
- Marga
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Wand
- Straight 13 Inch Unyielding Laurel Wand with Hippogriff Feather Core
- Age
- 12/2024
Alexia Nightray knew that being outside of the Nightray manor would be no good at all. She rarely went out of the manor and mostly, it would only be due to the elders' orders. After all, she never wanted to be on their bad side, and being in a Pureblood family, she knew that being on the good side of the head would always be a good thing. It meant that she and her twin would have the chance in being head of the family. It had been rumored that it would be her cousin Liam that would be the next head of the family, some thought that it would be Rivaille, but honestly, Alex thought that she was better than any of those older cousins of hers. She was one of the youngest at the moment, but that didn't mean she wasn't a very suitable candidate for being the next head of the family. In her part, everything would be better should she be the next head of the family. All those who were not at all a Pureblood that were trying to wiggle their way into their family would be quickly disposed of. Alex loathed those who were not pure in magical blood after all, she despised half-breeds, she hated muggle-borns and she wished death upon those who do not even have an ounce of magical blood in their veins. Muggles.
Thus, walking around in an area where she knew that there was a possibility of a muggle or half-breed lingering about was enough to send her in a very bad mood. It was winter in the lands of England where the grand manor of the Nightrays were located. Clad in a dress reaching her knees, a thick wool coat, a pair of gloves and high knee boots that suited her outfit, she walked by a park. She was only eleven years of age, much like most of the other children playing around in the snow, yet she was different from them. Her father, Sebastian, had always wanted to be the head of the family, and seeing that the possibility of being one had been growing less and less, he made sure that she and her twin had a large possibility of being chosen. And so, she was raised strictly to be prim and proper at all times. If only the elders did not wish for her to come outside, she would have never have done so. She had never seen the use of associating herself with these people after all. With poise on her steps, she walked towards one of the benches within the park and prayed to Merlin that no one would dare approach her.
Thus, walking around in an area where she knew that there was a possibility of a muggle or half-breed lingering about was enough to send her in a very bad mood. It was winter in the lands of England where the grand manor of the Nightrays were located. Clad in a dress reaching her knees, a thick wool coat, a pair of gloves and high knee boots that suited her outfit, she walked by a park. She was only eleven years of age, much like most of the other children playing around in the snow, yet she was different from them. Her father, Sebastian, had always wanted to be the head of the family, and seeing that the possibility of being one had been growing less and less, he made sure that she and her twin had a large possibility of being chosen. And so, she was raised strictly to be prim and proper at all times. If only the elders did not wish for her to come outside, she would have never have done so. She had never seen the use of associating herself with these people after all. With poise on her steps, she walked towards one of the benches within the park and prayed to Merlin that no one would dare approach her.