- Messages
- 67
- OOC First Name
- Alexis
- Wand
- Knotted 9 Inch Unyielding Spruce Wand with Acromantula Web Core
- Age
- 9/2025
Lexi had been in secret correspondence with certain family members of hers - family members that her mother and father had barred her from ever seeing and vice versa because of reasons she couldn't always understand but these were also the people who had named her after a dead werewolf. Their judgement was not to be trusted. Due to the secrecy of this, she never read any letters in the owlrey or the common rooms now that she had a little goody-two-shoes younger cousin who was in Gryffindor house with her and another cousin who she barely knew - actually both of whom she barely knew one because of the aforementioned rules and another because it was the child of a squib. How her family could stand to be around these sorts of people was beyond her. Her grandfather, Marcus, and his wife seemed to be perfectly reasonable, respectable people through their letters. Polite and friendly too. They also just seemed to know how wronged Lexi had been by her family the day they had tacked on her name and almost every day after that for their relations with certain people - certain people no good witch or wizard could respect. As far as Lexi was concerned her father had made the right choice years ago by wiping out her uncles memory but it would've been kinder really to kill him the moment they knew he was a Squib. What sort of life was a Squibs? This was what she discussed with him as she flip flopped between her thoughts and her years of forced "morality" or whatever her parents seemed to think it was. Now that she was in the opposing tower to the Owlrey and completely alone, she felt comfortable enough to scribe a letter back to the only good family she had telling them of this. Her grandfather had proposed that they meet too, under the guise that she would be spending the holidays with a friend from school. She wanted this, yes, to see what he would have to say and what his life was like. Apparently she had an aunt - younger than herself - who was being raised the only way a witch should be. She wondered how a Death Eater and a sympathizer with the Scitorari could actually be. Through the written word, she expected they would be nice people and was frank with them about this. Another thing the teenager appreciated. They didn't speak down to her when she was three years away from being an adult. Lexi knew that there was a lot of push back against the Finches for what her mother and uncle had done but she knew she could take the Finches back to where they belonged - even if she was a Bennett. Somehow she felt closer to her grandfather than anyone else and he told her that they could work together, that she could connect with respectable people. Lexi didn't want to wait until then. She wanted to meet people who wouldn't dirty themselves or their blood for the sake of being politically correct. She felt there was too much of that and wanted realism not the fake niceties she'd been given so far. Lexi deserved a higher class of peers and friends, this much was certain to her as she wrote her thoughts down on her parchment. She loathed that she had to hide this when Pureblood should be something to be proud of again.
Gosh sorry this is terrible!
Gosh sorry this is terrible!