- Messages
- 67
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- Curly 10 Inch Swishy Ash Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 8/2031 (31)
Days at Durmstrang seemed to blur together for Ella. Everything was the same, and everything was bleak. She was actually glad to be back at school after the quiet, stilted holidays she'd had at the family estate. As usual, it had only been her and her grandfather at the house. Her sister had other responsiblities, as always, and Ella had spent most of the time in the greenhouse in the gardens. Her grandfather seemed to get more and more infuriated with her presence the older she got, as if he had hoped that aging would slowly turn her tainted blood pure. But it didn't. No matter how old she got, her mother would always be a mudblood, and even if she managed to marry a pureblood herself, the family line would be tainted by her blood for generations to come.
Her sister Josephine had escaped their quiet, empty house many years ago. Ella couldn't blame her, she was twelve years older than she was, and when their parents died had nearly been an adult already. Ella had nearly nothing in common with her older sister. Unlike her, she didn't have many memories of her parents. They couldn't even talk about school, as Josephine had attended Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang. There was no one she could really talk to, and that wasn't any different here at school. Part of her wished she had a friend, but she knew that she wouldn't let anyone close to her heart. It was too easy to get hurt.
She had attempted to study inside the castle, but it had been impossible to focus. Even though it was January and bitterly cold, Ella decided she needed to take a walk. Bundled up in a thick cloak and scarf, she walked through the snow on the grounds. There weren't many other students out, but she liked the cold. Unlike her parents and grandfather, Ella hadn't grown up in India. Used to the English climate, the Scandinavian winter wasn't too immense a change to get used to. And she'd been at Durmstrang for nearly three years now. The cold air stung her skin, but it wasn't a bad sensation. She sighed, glancing back at the castle. Would anyone even care or notice if she didn't return?
Her sister Josephine had escaped their quiet, empty house many years ago. Ella couldn't blame her, she was twelve years older than she was, and when their parents died had nearly been an adult already. Ella had nearly nothing in common with her older sister. Unlike her, she didn't have many memories of her parents. They couldn't even talk about school, as Josephine had attended Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang. There was no one she could really talk to, and that wasn't any different here at school. Part of her wished she had a friend, but she knew that she wouldn't let anyone close to her heart. It was too easy to get hurt.
She had attempted to study inside the castle, but it had been impossible to focus. Even though it was January and bitterly cold, Ella decided she needed to take a walk. Bundled up in a thick cloak and scarf, she walked through the snow on the grounds. There weren't many other students out, but she liked the cold. Unlike her parents and grandfather, Ella hadn't grown up in India. Used to the English climate, the Scandinavian winter wasn't too immense a change to get used to. And she'd been at Durmstrang for nearly three years now. The cold air stung her skin, but it wasn't a bad sensation. She sighed, glancing back at the castle. Would anyone even care or notice if she didn't return?