- Messages
- 520
- 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
- 18 (31/05/2045)
set in between Y47 and Y48
Yuelia had been hesitating for far too long. It was her father, really, that had put her off. He had reluctantly given her her grandmother's address and with it, a warning. Don't expect a warm and loving reunion, he had said, to Yuelia's dry amusement - neither of them screamed 'warm and loving' as it was. Your grandmother always hated me. Don't be offended if she doesn't take kindly to you. But she was in a rut, and she needed to get out of it. All she was doing now was going to the Apothecary and playing with her dolls. She was reluctant to animate anything too large again, not after the gargoyle, but she had been working on a mannequin manservant she felt quite proud of. And yet, sitting in her room doing that and naught else was hardly the life of a sorceress.
Plus, she'd never make Chaos truly regret what he'd done just sitting around.
Still, as Yuelia approached the grand estate - or, what was to muggles little more than a barren, unworkable swamp - she couldn't help but hesitate. The manor house was far beyond the ramshackle cottage she and her father shared. Perhaps she would be looked upon as some sort of interloper. She was a good witch in her own right, but her nicest dress under her robes was a little frayed at the hems, and her stance was meek and timid. The walk to the manor door felt like an eternity, and Yuelia had to stop herself from turning and running at least four times.
Pathetic, she told herself, inwardly cursing her cowardice. And you call yourself a sorceress.
She rang the doorbell after another moment's hesitation. The door opened after a short wait, and a young boy glanced at her. Probably about eight or so, Yuelia figured. His eyes widened when he saw her, seemingly like he'd seen a ghost. She'd never seen this boy before in her life. She opened her mouth to speak, when a sharp voice from behind the door spoke up.
"Boy, what have I told you about using your manners? Have you already forgotten?"
"Sorry Lady Claudia, but..."
The door swung open, and the lady herself appeared in Yuelia's vision. She was as sharp and crisp as her voice indicated, dark grey hair pulled back into a tight, elegant bun. Her robes were immaculate, and she held a cane that she seemed not to even need, given her posture. Yuelia suspected that the cane must have been her wand, instead. Yuelia ceased staring and eventually raised her head up to meet a pair of eyes not unlike her own. The eyes of the older woman widened, her expression softened for a mere moment.
"Lottie?" she said, in almost a reverent whisper...before her eyes narrowed once more. "No. You must be Yuelia."
"She looks just like Miss Charlotte..." the boy started, and the older woman's cane struck the ground harshly.
"Haven't you chores to be attending to, boy? The tea won't make itself. Off with you," she barked, and the boy duly made himself scarce as the woman - Claudia, she surmised - turned to face her once more, heavily scrutinising. "So. That father of yours finally made himself useful and let you visit, did he? Well? Say something, girl."
Yuelia swallowed. No wonder her father had been avoiding her. He was quiet and stern, and it wouldn't have taken much for him to annoy her, she suspected.
"Erm, yes, h-hello," she stammered, holding a slightly sweaty, trembling hand out for the woman to shake. "I'm Yuelia, and..."
"Oh, quit stammering and speak up," the Lady Claudia cut her off, looking at the hand with mild disdain. "And do stand up straight, girl. I've heard you're quite the formidable duelist, and yet now you can barely string a sentence together!"
"You know about that?" Yuelia blurted, putting her hand back down and fiddling with the sides of her robes, hoping to at least dry her hands somewhat. She could handle the pressure of duels just fine, but this was something else entirely. "I mean, sorry, I was hoping I could meet you properly...and..." she trailed off, unsure of what to add or how exactly to sell herself. "Sorry, I should just...go..." Yuelia turned to leave, but before she could take a step she found her legs locked in place. The cane had clicked on the ground once more, and Yuelia knew for certain that it was indeed a wand. She looked over her shoulder, eyes widening in surprise.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Claudia clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Morgana help us, we have a lot of work to do, you and I, don't we?"
"We...do...?" Yuelia replied, slowly trying to understand. Claudia sighed in exasperation.
"I can't have my only granddaughter carrying herself like this." She stepped forward, circling around her and scrutinising her. "But now you're here, we can fix all of that." Yuelia was certain she saw the faintest glimpse of a smile on the older woman's face, but she dared not say anything. Claudia tapped the ground once more, and Yuelia's legs were freed up. Thankfully, she had enough duelling practice to know how to deal with the end of a spell, and kept herself upright. "Well? Don't just stand there. The tea will get cold."
This is going better than dad anticipated, Yuelia thought, shuffling into the manor. She bit her cheek to stop herself from smiling. She suspected the Lady Claudia would be quite unrelenting, but she had a foot in the door. Literally. Hogwarts had taught her magic, but now, Yuelia hoped, she could learn how to truly wield it.
Yuelia had been hesitating for far too long. It was her father, really, that had put her off. He had reluctantly given her her grandmother's address and with it, a warning. Don't expect a warm and loving reunion, he had said, to Yuelia's dry amusement - neither of them screamed 'warm and loving' as it was. Your grandmother always hated me. Don't be offended if she doesn't take kindly to you. But she was in a rut, and she needed to get out of it. All she was doing now was going to the Apothecary and playing with her dolls. She was reluctant to animate anything too large again, not after the gargoyle, but she had been working on a mannequin manservant she felt quite proud of. And yet, sitting in her room doing that and naught else was hardly the life of a sorceress.
Plus, she'd never make Chaos truly regret what he'd done just sitting around.
Still, as Yuelia approached the grand estate - or, what was to muggles little more than a barren, unworkable swamp - she couldn't help but hesitate. The manor house was far beyond the ramshackle cottage she and her father shared. Perhaps she would be looked upon as some sort of interloper. She was a good witch in her own right, but her nicest dress under her robes was a little frayed at the hems, and her stance was meek and timid. The walk to the manor door felt like an eternity, and Yuelia had to stop herself from turning and running at least four times.
Pathetic, she told herself, inwardly cursing her cowardice. And you call yourself a sorceress.
She rang the doorbell after another moment's hesitation. The door opened after a short wait, and a young boy glanced at her. Probably about eight or so, Yuelia figured. His eyes widened when he saw her, seemingly like he'd seen a ghost. She'd never seen this boy before in her life. She opened her mouth to speak, when a sharp voice from behind the door spoke up.
"Boy, what have I told you about using your manners? Have you already forgotten?"
"Sorry Lady Claudia, but..."
The door swung open, and the lady herself appeared in Yuelia's vision. She was as sharp and crisp as her voice indicated, dark grey hair pulled back into a tight, elegant bun. Her robes were immaculate, and she held a cane that she seemed not to even need, given her posture. Yuelia suspected that the cane must have been her wand, instead. Yuelia ceased staring and eventually raised her head up to meet a pair of eyes not unlike her own. The eyes of the older woman widened, her expression softened for a mere moment.
"Lottie?" she said, in almost a reverent whisper...before her eyes narrowed once more. "No. You must be Yuelia."
"She looks just like Miss Charlotte..." the boy started, and the older woman's cane struck the ground harshly.
"Haven't you chores to be attending to, boy? The tea won't make itself. Off with you," she barked, and the boy duly made himself scarce as the woman - Claudia, she surmised - turned to face her once more, heavily scrutinising. "So. That father of yours finally made himself useful and let you visit, did he? Well? Say something, girl."
Yuelia swallowed. No wonder her father had been avoiding her. He was quiet and stern, and it wouldn't have taken much for him to annoy her, she suspected.
"Erm, yes, h-hello," she stammered, holding a slightly sweaty, trembling hand out for the woman to shake. "I'm Yuelia, and..."
"Oh, quit stammering and speak up," the Lady Claudia cut her off, looking at the hand with mild disdain. "And do stand up straight, girl. I've heard you're quite the formidable duelist, and yet now you can barely string a sentence together!"
"You know about that?" Yuelia blurted, putting her hand back down and fiddling with the sides of her robes, hoping to at least dry her hands somewhat. She could handle the pressure of duels just fine, but this was something else entirely. "I mean, sorry, I was hoping I could meet you properly...and..." she trailed off, unsure of what to add or how exactly to sell herself. "Sorry, I should just...go..." Yuelia turned to leave, but before she could take a step she found her legs locked in place. The cane had clicked on the ground once more, and Yuelia knew for certain that it was indeed a wand. She looked over her shoulder, eyes widening in surprise.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Claudia clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Morgana help us, we have a lot of work to do, you and I, don't we?"
"We...do...?" Yuelia replied, slowly trying to understand. Claudia sighed in exasperation.
"I can't have my only granddaughter carrying herself like this." She stepped forward, circling around her and scrutinising her. "But now you're here, we can fix all of that." Yuelia was certain she saw the faintest glimpse of a smile on the older woman's face, but she dared not say anything. Claudia tapped the ground once more, and Yuelia's legs were freed up. Thankfully, she had enough duelling practice to know how to deal with the end of a spell, and kept herself upright. "Well? Don't just stand there. The tea will get cold."
This is going better than dad anticipated, Yuelia thought, shuffling into the manor. She bit her cheek to stop herself from smiling. She suspected the Lady Claudia would be quite unrelenting, but she had a foot in the door. Literally. Hogwarts had taught her magic, but now, Yuelia hoped, she could learn how to truly wield it.