Post by RELINA HORTENSIA ROYAL on Jun 11, 2014 1:47:32 GMT -5
relina hortensia royal
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Fifteen
FACE CLAIM: Freya Mavor
YEAR: Fifth
HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: nine inches, Dragon heart string, Dutch Elm
PETS: Carmen (Hispaniolan Barn owl)
ABILITIES: Seer (with very limited abilities..hers prophesies only occur during her sleep, in dream state. So they are open to interpretation, that is if she can remember enough of the dream itself.
freestyle
A. is for AGATHA a first love. Strange bond between a girl, and a wild crow. I still to this day have one of her ink black tail feathers locked in my box of mementos. Agatha was a lesson that love is not a right but earned. That at times trust is offered only when a patient nature has been established.
B. is for BEAUTY as it is luxury that should never be squandered; because like everything priceless it too is temporary and likely to fade.
C. is for CAERPHILLY is a place that I have called home for the past fifteen years. I smell fresh rain on grass and I think of the fields of Caerphilly, I think of fresh cheese spread on biscuits, I think of brighter times with my sister.
D. is for DREADFULLY un-explainable.
Relina awaken with a start, her mind not comprehending much beyond the horrible urgency to breath, and that she was wet.. Naturally being a Slytherin girl, of the rip age of 13, she feared the worst.
no.. Noo no.. no.. Noo no.. Oh Merlin nooo
She winced as she finally pulled herself free allowing her to scramble to the end of her bed. Humiliation rising she knew that her Slytherin sisters would eat her alive if they awaken to find her the culprit of a wet bed. Her body convulsed with a head to toe shutter as she realized how very cold she was, granted in the dungeons of Hogwarts it was always cold.. But this wasn't normal it wasn't just centered to one area like her backside, It was literally everywhere. She was head to toe coated in this mess. She realized then with a gasp of relief that it wasn't urine she was coated in but sweat.. It was evident that her dreams were back, which meant with strange dreams came Nightmares.
Sadly she realized something that those pesky dreams, and nightmares that normally were normally accompanied with even odder feelings of déjà vu was not something she had out grown with puberty. It was believed that she would be outgrow it when she left childhood behind though it was evident that it was not the case evidently, and more troublesome was the only person she knew who had been of any use for aid was her Eldest Aunt whom had finally succumbed to the dreadful Transylvanian Fever that she been battling. Sobering enough was the realization that the last dream that allowed her to foretell events was just that, her Aunt’s death which had occurred the second week into her summer holiday.
A very sick panicky feeling erupted from the base of her stomach. As she scrambled over the edge of her bed quickly un-latching her trunk, with frantic hands she dug before realizing her wand would be of use.. As soon as she hand her wand in her hand she quickly summoned something she did not remember packing. But as the worn leather bound ledger with the gold stitched title labeling it Dream Journal erupted from the trunk and landed on her lap she realized at once. The Visions were back, and with a sobering sense of clarity she sat on the edge of her bed and began scribbling everything that popped into her mind about what had awoken her.
E. is for ELM A Dutch Elm wood is the body of my wand.
F. is for the FINICKY eater that I am.
G. is for GIRLS.
“Girls….. Girls… GIRLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”
The high shrilly voice was both vexing and layered with enough urgency that it literally cleared the crows that were dancing happily not more than six feet away in the remains of her mother’s prized Iris’s that had prior to that morning been extra-ordinarily beautiful for that time of year, well they were exceptional and were even more exceptional when serving the backdrop to the legendary first annual bowling with pumpkins competition. Sadly as it wasn’t the first time that the urgent Shrill had meat the Royal’s Daughters ears it was found to be easily dismissed.
“I don’t think he is done swearing.” Relina’s inquisitive gray eyes flickered to her sisters tawny brown eyes. Looking for reassurance. “Shake him. That got him going last time.” She watched as her sister’s speckled nose crinkled as a mischievous smile broke wide revealing smile that reminded her of a the Jack O’ Lantern they carved for the center piece that sat proudly on the dinner table.
Hanna gave the knotted age spotted dirt coated gnome a good shaking. They watched in amused apprehension as the disgusting thing broke wind blowing Hanna’s auburn hair off her shoulders causing her to drop the gnome head first into the well.
Relina found herself thrown back a few steps as she watched her sister fan the green cloud of that lingered from the disgusting gnome. One hand over her mouth as Hanna sputtered and gagged and coughed, as her hand flapped feverishly trying to push that murky olive green cloud that lingered in the air back.
“Oh tell me you didn’t get any of that in your mouth. It smells like burnt broccoli.”
Relina went around the other side of the well and offered a hand to her younger sister to keep her from falling her wand pulled going to blow the lingering odor away, when Hannah’s voice stopped her. Her brow arched high.. “Why ever on earth would you want keep such a thing?”
Their answer came swift as their mother’s voice broke the silent pondering of bored minds.
" GIRLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS… RELINA HORTENSIA ROYAL, HANNA ANAIS ROYAL GET IN THIS HOUSE RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND TELL ME WHY YOUR LITTLE BROTHER IS BLUE WITH A TAIL.. WHAT HAVE YOU GIRLS DONE TO HIM NOW?"
Relina’s mind clicked, and it was her turn to offer that wickedly mischievous smile.. “You still have them bottles right… I know exactly what to do with this..
Taken a glass bottle she with her wand began to push the odor in the bottles filling the clear glass with its olive green haze.
Thomas might have gotten her in trouble but she would get him back as he would spend the better part of a the next week smelling of rotten burnt broccoli to the point that his mother was forced to hose him off in the back of the house every day before dinner till the little viles ran dry which in the hands of Relina Royal was little more than a weeks’ worth of time when dealing with the tattling ways of her little brother.
H. is for HAZEL eyes that I have.
I. is for INGRID SHANNON who missed three broaches, and two boyfriends because of me.
J. is for JUNIPER GLOOM which Marks the grave of my Namesake Hortensia Randalle Rosier.
K. is for KELPIES
The only thing cold about the summer in Greenhaven Camp for young witches, and wizards was the frosted look she gave that moron Aphrodite Cattermole when the witch suggested that she was neither strong enough a swimmer to make it to the docks on the other side of the lake.
“You might not be strong enough, but you were not smart enough to figure out that rune that Loki sent all of us. I don't mind proving you both wrong and incompetent twice in one day. “ It was rude and snide but it got Aphrodite to shut up. To Relina, her rudeness was at the very least productive.
“I’m going for it.” Relina smiled wickedly and took a classic diving pose and was ready to spring when she heard her brother’s voice call out from behind her. “Your bound drown. I’m not saving your hide this time you little girl. “ She was about to dive when he stole her attention, she broke from her diving stance and turned to look at him. Noting that he was not dressed for swimming and his normally cracking voice was hitched with a horse tone that suggested he was coming down with an illness.
“I’m a stronger swimmer than you. “ She said pointedly and took her stance again her glance more determined, than before. “I’m not too Small. “With that she dived off the small wooden dock, the water held all the obvious signs of that should have told her she was being stupid.. The initial shock from the water’s chill was enough to send a wave of panic threw Relina’s stomach it caused her body to cease up and grip her abdominal muscles squeezing all air out of her lungs.
Okay it is cold. GET OVER IT, You must go though. You have to kick and push or they will laugh at you. HE will laugh at you. The very of her brother’s disappointment was a horrible thought, as she was not used to seeing a look of disappointment, or anything that resembling disapproval.
Forcing herself forward her eyes peeking open to take in the murky darkness of that lake, she pushed the air out her nose slowly as she threw her hands forward cupping her finger tips and throwing that water behind her, as she cut her path in the water silently hoping she is heading in a direct path to the pier on the other side of the lake.
She managed to get at the very least a few good feet before her lungs ran dry forcing her to surface and with a quick draw from the clean air she submerged again determined and persistent as ever her mind only on her goal, her mind focused slowly on reaching the other side. She did not feel the un-naturally cold slimy fingers pull around her ankle till its grip tighten to a near cutting hold.
Relina eyes opened shocked and horrified as she sunk lower and lower into the depths of the lake a prisoner to the thing that held her ankle. Its hold felt like steamed greens slimy and gross, it was a feeling that she assumed was delicate and fragile and easy to break. She kicked hard against its hold and was released upon being released she swam as fast as she could toward the light of the lake’s surface.
Her fingers reached the top of the water and broke free she followed after and got far enough to let out a terror filled scream.. “Thomas, Help me there is something in the lake, it had m__________” Just as she got the word out she was dragged back beneath the lake this time she felt its teeth bite into the soft flesh of her thigh.
Her eyes wide and wild she tried to punch at the thing her eyes meeting two crimson red eyes gleaming blood red even in the darkness of the lakes depth feeling the last bubble of water rush from her nose and a few seconds later her head throbbing as her surrounding faded to black, the blood red eyes chasing her into her subconscious as she heard something cut through the water, and an eerie inhuman cry was the last thing she heard before she passed out. Relina did not know that the Kelpie had released her and why. All she knew was she had taken up to her Brother Thomas glaring down at her he more angry with her than she ever remembered him being angry with anyone.
Looking at him his similar grey eyes glaring down at her, he glowered. “You were almost killed. Relina”. Looking at him she frowned “ You wouldn’t let me.. Die. Your aim is as good as ever. Thomas”
Relina had expected that to be the end of whatever act of discipline that her brother had in mind, as normally all it took was for an ego soothing compliment rattled off in his direction to get him to forgive her for whatever wrongs she was guilty of.
Relina expected a roll of an eye, and a sigh of annoyance. So when she felt his hands strong hands seize her chin, and the harsh way he pulled her glance to his. She was horrified as he had till then never laid a finger on her in a manner that she disapproved of. Her cheeks burned with fresh blush as she glared up at him as his similar grey eye locked with her, the way his tone lowered to a near ice cold tone that reminded her of her father’s harsh tone, she felt the grip on her chin tighten painfully till it she was sure it was about to leave finger prints, she pushed her glance to his, as she felt his breath on cheek the pain and fear in his eye. “You could have died, You idiot.. Don’t you ever disobey me again, when it concerns your safety or I’ll tan your hide myself?”
With his bit said he jerked away from her, as if nothing had transpired he left her laying there in the fading light trembling, head hurting, and drowsy. It would be a full week before Relina would hear so much as a greeting from her brother, when he finally did forgive her she promised herself she would never ever again displease him on purpose. She had no idea that as she grew older keeping that promise would become more difficult keep.
L. is for LOVE which is never unconditional. Least in my house.
M. is for MALCIOUS intentions which are best when sealed behind deceptive offers of friendships.
N. is for NAMESAKE.
(year 1912)
“Nooo Girl there is no turning back.”
Hortenisa tried to hide the look of absolute horror on her face as she slid down off that stool. She glanced back at the young professor who held that wretched relic who apparently didn’t know sorting from the brim of his own existence.
To say a mistake was made was an understatement she was not a badger. She for bloody sake was a Rosier she had as much Hufflepuff in her as gnome had articulation in it. Her mind combing over that prior conversation that had only existed in her head. That conversation she would no doubt be painstakingly explaining via parchment and quill and a lot of fancy words to both her parents the moment they got word.
Ohhh yes and they would get word about this, if they didn’t have a direct link into the Great hall as is.. Her honey brown eye’s flickered to the ceiling above pondering if a gloved hand would drop and open hand smack her on the outside of her little head. She didn’t know if it was possible but judging from the way her brother had joined her in his surveillance of the ceiling, it seemed he too was questioning the length of their Grandmother’s ever reaching arm.
Don’t be ridiculous.. Stop staring at the ceiling if it was possibly the bloody hand would have back handed you already..
She silently chastised herself while how long it would take the letter to show up., Ohhh yes that is what she had to look forward to in the morning mail explaining that her parents were not only shocked, but horrified at her blunder. Her mother would want to help and helping no doubt would mean combing over every thought she had with that hat perched on her head, and then the inevitable the part she truly looked forward to. The part where mother to tell her ‘WRONG Hortensia you should have never thought that.’ Oh yes she was going to put the grinding stone for this one no doubt, well unless that blasted thing could be reasoned with. Desperation emitting threw the very fabric of her school issued clothing. She forced herself to swallow hard and look upon the group students she would be sharing a house with for the next five years.
Her hazel eyes took in the blonde wizard who was waving vigorously as he attempting to make room for her. The prefect badge shining on his chest that he seemed to poof out proudly when he caught her eye. Looking back at the professor she whispered softly..
“ Please.. There must be some sort of mistake. “Her eyes pleading “ My family has been in Slytherin for years.. There must be some sort of mistake. I can’t let them down. The hat is wrong..” She looked away knowing that once you were sorted there was no UN-sorting you were basically stuck.. Her eyes swept back over to the Hufflepuff table.
Well if she wanted a showdown she got one, there was an appeal alright just not with that dreadfully incompetent hat. Nooo not a blasted syllable now that I’m faced with my utter destruction. Sadly the appeal was heard and recognized not by the hat but it seemed hear words were not completely wasted as it had caused a spirited row directly behind the small stool and hat, at the table that would hold all her future professors, where her Uncle Theodore head of Slytherin was currently engaged with in a less than pleasant words with head of Hufflepuff whom was currently shrieking at the top if her lungs that the hat is NEVER wrong, and if he did not stop than she herself would make him eat his hat. Before she could make another pleading call to her Uncle she felt a sharp pang as she stared off at the Hufflepuffle table where everyone looked for a moment shocked, but as Hortenisa would find out that Badgers were many things but predictable was not one of them.
The boys lining the table dressed in black suits their thick ties striped with gold. The girls long black skirts full with matching black lace pettie coats, their white blouses with puffed sleeves the high collars garnished with black and gold stripped puffed bows, looked over her with a mixture of emotions.. There was open curiosity, enthusiasm, and friendliness they all looked well to willingly to accept her.
Most would welcome a situation like this.. Hortenisa however saw it as a horrible trap that would test her strength in ways she had never had been tested before.. She was honestly worried as she knew had she been placed in the house she wanted, she after all had brought this upon herself by suggesting she would be like to be challenged socially. She meant simply that she could run with the critical women of Slytherin she had been brought up to survive their critical nature. Sadly the wretched had took her words literally meaning she wanted an actual to be sorted in a house that would socially challenge her..Well she got just what she asked for she would be challenged with blending in with those she thought she didn’t have a connection with, and currently her first challenge was to get a moments peace the moment she returned with her new housemates.. As they now saw her now as the poor thing that was a tradition breaker.. Hooray for Her…
“Go one now Rosier go sit with your house.. “ It sounded so final, but as she would find out with the next few years that it was not final, but just a beginning..
Hortenisa felt a hand nudge her forward, and she skipped a little back a bit resisting the shove forward. She turned back and looked over her shoulder and felt the urge to scream at the young wizard, that she would eat them.
It had been over two years and three months since she been sorted into that wretched house.. She was barely hanging on to her sanity. Nightly with her in-ability to sleep she wandered the halls and when she was caught she would pretend to be sleep walking. Sadly the excess of warm blood that could be found at her house had her terrified to return there. She knew all it took was one bad choice, one moment lost to impulse and the cushy life that had taken years to acquire would be over.
Hearing movement down the corridor she grimaced not wanting to be forced back to her common room so early in the night. She swept around and attempted to go the other way; however her action was too late perhaps she had hoped they would be.
O. is for OTHER PEOPLES PROPERTY Its only stealing if it doesn't come willingly.
P. is for POTIONS a struggle of mine. I HATE THEM WITH A PURPLE PASSION.
Q. is for QUITTING.. and Quitters. Something I'm not. Even when it comes to potions.
R. is for RATS they are the bane of my existence.
S. is for SNOGGING, something a proper young lady never does till she is married, or OUT OF SIGHT.
T. is for THOMAS.. A brother to me..
U. is is for UGLY words said by pretty girls.. Because face it try as you might your never the best.
V. is for VICTORY something my family likes to celebrates.
W. is for WEASLEY because having any shade of red hair your naturally assumed to be..
X. is for EXACTLY What Never What You Asked for and got anyway.. Things like brothers.
Y. is for YULE BALLS, and other annoying occasions to torture women with ill-fitting undergarments.
Z. is for ZERO, because sometimes we all hit rock bottom.
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HEY MY NAME IS FRECKLES, AND RELINA IS MY FIRST. I FOUND THE SITE THROUGH AARON.
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