- Messages
- 524
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Straight 14.5" Sturdy Walnut Wand with Boomslang Venom Core
- Age
- 19 (31/05/2045)
Yuelia resembled a doll herself, seated elegantly on a blanket under trees in the park. Her dress was old fashioned and frilled, with a pretty blue cloak around her shoulders, and a collection of three well cared for dolls (and one well loved and worn elephant) seated around her. The elephant had pride of place in her lap, for of course an elephant was not typically a convenient guest at teatime, but Yuelia would not leave him out of the celebrations.
She had a plastic tea set that had been enchanted to be prettier - however her father was not the best at making things pretty, as he was more practically minded. Still, he'd tried, and Yuelia was happy for that much. "More tea, Lady Harmonia?" she made a point of asking, pretending to pour the pot in to the cup in front of the blonde ringleted doll. She couldn't help but frown, realizing she had to lean over to manually move her doll's hands to have her drink. Her father was busy today, else he would have done it for her. She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. Then she could learn to animate all her dolls herself and feel like she truly had company. Maybe one day she could even make them talk, too. It would be her own words but that didn't bother her too much.
"Happy birthday to me," she said, quietly, taking a tiny forkful of cake and slowly chewing, patting the much loved Mister Trumpets as she did.
She had a plastic tea set that had been enchanted to be prettier - however her father was not the best at making things pretty, as he was more practically minded. Still, he'd tried, and Yuelia was happy for that much. "More tea, Lady Harmonia?" she made a point of asking, pretending to pour the pot in to the cup in front of the blonde ringleted doll. She couldn't help but frown, realizing she had to lean over to manually move her doll's hands to have her drink. Her father was busy today, else he would have done it for her. She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. Then she could learn to animate all her dolls herself and feel like she truly had company. Maybe one day she could even make them talk, too. It would be her own words but that didn't bother her too much.
"Happy birthday to me," she said, quietly, taking a tiny forkful of cake and slowly chewing, patting the much loved Mister Trumpets as she did.