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 ROWEN MCKENNA TWENTY pureblood former hufflepuff creature induced healer 11 in., thestral hair, willow BIRTHDAY: March 20, 2004 PATRONUS: Bluebird ABILITIES: nonverbal magic and animal affinity "Oh Aiden, isn't she lovely? Isn't she just the most beautiful baby you've ever seen? And she's all ours." The sound of your mother's voice rang out in the hospital just after she gave birth to you. She held your tiny frame in her arms and gazed down at your wide, curious blue eyes. Your father stood tall and proud over your mother's shoulder, looking down at what he saw as his first born; the one who would be the heir to the family fortune and the one to inherit everything when it was their time to leave the world. Part of him was disappointed though, as you were not a boy. You would not be able to carry on the family name. Still, he loved you and always would. You were his daughter. You were his baby girl. Plus, it wasn't like they couldn't have anymore children. At least that's what they thought, but there were complications after your birth for your mother. She would never be able to have another child. You, Rowen Shae Mckenna, would be the only child to Aiden and Reily McKenna. "Now remember, this is your first time meeting your parents friends. Don't forget your manners and everything you've learned." You grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth and every lesson you learned aside from your magical tutoring was etiquette or dancing; how to be proper and poise. You learned to keep your opinion to yourself and to follow all orders given to you. Any questions you had about why you had to be this way or why you had to dismiss those that were not like you, stayed safely within your thoughts, because if you voiced them you knew you would be in trouble or looked down upon. You were ten years old when you were allowed to your first pureblood gathering; a party of sorts where everyone dressed up and boasted about their accomplishments while they showed off their spouses and children. Everyone was either stuck up or reserved. You were excited to be going, to be able to meet people and possibly kids your own age. Before you went downstairs to make your appearance, the maid you had known since you were a baby helped you get ready and told you to mind your manners. If there was any night to do so, it was that night. So, with your held held high and your thoughts on making your parents proud, you made your way down the stairs to the large ballroom your parents had for gatherings such as these. The party was not what you expected, as no one hardly paid any mind to you and it was more boring than you could ever imagine. You had met a boy about your age there, as per your parents request. They spoke of you and him knowing each other a long time in the future and how you should take some time to get to know him. You tried. You really did, but the boy was arrogant and daft. You didn't want to spend time with him, so when the opportunity presented itself, you disappeared in the crowd only to spot another young man sneaking into the house. With curiosity flowing throughout your very being, you made your way over to him. When he had noticed you, he slipped back through the door, but you only followed. "Hey, wait!" You called out to him, your blue eyes staring at his slowing frame as he turned back to you. "What's your name?" The boy cocked his head and folded his arms over his chest. "Why would you care? You're just like them, all fancy and a pureblood to boot. You don't care about folk like myself." His comment baffled you, leaving you unsure how to respond. He couldn't be a muggleborn, as he wouldn't know anything about that at this age and they lived in a wizarding community. So what exactly did he mean? "I was only curious as to who you were." You told him, taking another step forward. "My name is Rowen, Rowen McKenna." He looked hesitant for a moment, like he was debating on whether or not to leave or stay and hold the conversation. All you knew was, for some odd reason, you wanted him to stay. "Rory. My name is Rory." He said, letting himself loosen up a bit. It was easy to tell you were much more laid back than the other purebloods that stood just inside the doors. Just as soon as you had learned the boys name, the doors behind you were thrown open and the young boy ran off. "Who was that Rowen?" Your mothers voice rang out, the tone very firm and very unhappy. When you turned around you noticed the other boy with her, the one you were forced to meet earlier. He must have saw you with Rory and told on you. Sighing, you shook your head. "No one mother. He was... no one." You told your mother, head hanging in shame from both the lie and the fact you had left the party. "Don't you lie to me! Now come on. Come inside and go upstairs. You are done for the night." With tears pushing up into your eyes, you nodded and did as you were told. "Aiden, Rowen, come quick! It's arrived. The letter from Hogwarts has arrived. Hurry and open it dear!" It was a few days before your eleventh birthday when your letter from Hogwarts had arrived to invite you to attend the well known school for witches and wizards. You remember your mother screaming for joy, trying to get yours and your father's attention. Your feet carried you down the stairs as fast as they could, because you were excited to receive the letter as well. You quickly took the letter from your mother when she offered it to you and waited with bouncing feet until your father entered the room. As soon as you could, you ripped open the letter and read it out loud to your parents. All of you were so happy to know that in the fall you would be going away to a school that would teach you what you needed to know. Not that any of you were in doubt though, seeing as you were a pureblood and you already showed your signs of magic through your early lessons. So, as any magical child does when it's there turn to go, you journeyed to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express, meeting other first years as well as older kids as you made your way to the school. It was then that you saw him again, for the first time since that night. It was Rory. Almost immediately you were pulled from your seat to find yourself across from the boy. The two of you became quick friends as you talked, remembering the night you met and also getting to know each other. What you didn't know was that you were being watched, by the very same boy that told on you that night. When you arrived at Hogwarts, you waited anxiously by your new friend, wondering which house you would be sorted into. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were the houses accepted in your family, but that would not be your fate. As they called your name and the hat was placed upon your brown locks, it instantly cried out... "Hufflepuff!" Instantly, you felt nervous about the house you were in. Everyone seemed nice as they greeted you and welcomed you to the house, but you knew your parents would not be happy. The only thing that kept you calm was the fact Rory was sorted into the same house as you. It meant that you would have a good friend and someone to be there when you needed support. He was what made you excited to start your education at Hogwarts, aside from the fact you'd be able to further your studies. You just hoped your parents would accept what house you were sorted into, and they did, but not at first. It took them awhile to fully come to terms with it. The thing was, they had a plan; a plan you didn't know about. That plan was the young pureblood you met at the gathering when you were ten. The boy that was sorted into Slytherin. "Why do you hang out with him? He's a halfblood. He's not good enough for you Rowen. You should stay away from him" You remember the words that was harshly told to you by Brennan Cavanaugh, the boy you were supposed to befriend. You had heard it so many times before, but it was something that never stuck with you as much as it should have; as much as it would have made your life easier. But Rory was your best friend and you weren't going to stop being friends with him just because he was a halfblood. As nice as you were, you could not stand for the boys words which caused your face to scrunch up in disgust. But you did not fight back. Instead, you took a deep breath and walked away from him. Who did he think he was? He had no right to tell her what to do. But Rory wasn't the only friend you made that was not pureblood or up to your families standards. You made many friends that were halfbloods and muggleborns. They were good people and you enjoyed their company a lot more than you did most purebloods. One person you would never forget was Jacob Blenkinsop. He was a very reserved and awkward boy, but he was kind and you loved hearing stories about his family's farm. What you didn't know, was that meeting and befriending this boy would play a major role in your life. Well, later on. "Ms. Mckenna, I am very impressed by your skills. What is it you want to do when you graduate?" You always had the eagerness to learn and the intelligence to do so as well. Every subject you had, you tried your best to excel in. However, nothing would compare to your love for potions and herbology, as well as care of magical creatures. You knew from a young age that you wanted to help people and be one to heal and not hurt. You got along very well with these professors and when you had the spare time, you always asked for advice or tips on how to do better. And when they praised you, you knew you were doing something right. It was a feeling you could never forget, as it was better than any feeling you had felt before. Aside from what you felt for Rory, your best friend. He was the best thing that ever happened to you. It was almost as if you loved him, and maybe you did. No, you did, but nothing was ever able to come of it. Your feet carried you as fast as they could to the hospital wing, tears streaming rapidly down your face as you tried to get to him; to your best friend. When you finally made it into the wing, you saw his lifeless body just lying there on one of the beds. Running to his side you touched his hand; his cold hand that sent your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach. "No! No, Rory! You must wake up! You must!" You sank onto the bed, your head lying on his chest as you cried. Your best friend was gone and you would never see him again. When the nurse walked over and tried to take you from him, you only screamed and told her no. "What happened to him?" You shrieked, wanting answers then and there. "We believe it was poison." The nurse told you sympathetically. "Poison? Poison? There are potions to help with poison. You must help him now! Cure him now!" You screamed, holding your best friend's lifeless hand as you broke down. "Please. You have to help him." The nurse only shook her head in sorrow and held out some tissues to you. "I'm very sorry for your loss Rowen. Rory was a very good young boy. He asked for you dear, before he passed. That was the only way we knew to send word for you. But there was another name. Brennan. Does that mean anything to you miss?" "Surely you remember Brennan Cavanaugh dear? It is our pleasure to finally inform you that you will be married to him as soon as you graduate." It was the summer before your sixth year. You were seated on the couch with your parents across for the Cavanaugh's, Brennan's arrogant smirk placed on his lips like it always was. You sat very quiet, very observant and calculating. You knew it was him who killed your best friend, but would anyone have believed you if you accused him? Would they be able to find any evidence at all? But all you could think was, why was he there? It came quick and it came very sharp, your eyes widening as the words hit your ears. You were to marry... him? There was no way you were going to marry someone like him. You hated him and all that he was. You wanted him dead, but would never admit that out loud. You never hated someone so much in your life, and yet, the one you hated the most was to be your husband. It just would not be done. Your parents were fools if they thought you would marry such an evil man. "I refuse." It slipped from your lips so quietly they didn't catch it at first. "What was that dear?" Your mother had to ask. Looking over at her, your face was blank, showing no emotion, but your tone was dry and very clear this time. "I refuse mother. I will not marry this boy." Everyone's mouths dropped except for his. He knew you would fight. He knew you wouldn't want it. He just continued to smirk at you. "Excuse me? Rowen Shae McKenna, you will marry this boy and you will do everything in your power to make it a happy marriage. Do you understand me?" With that, you stood from where you sat and left the room. That was the last time your parents had sight of you. "Yes, of course. Please, come in dear. We'd be glad to have you." After you found out you were supposed to marry the one boy you could hate more than anyone, you fled to the only place you could think of. It was the one place you had learned of that could possibly be a safe haven to you. Blenkinsop Farm was soon to become your new home. When you arrived, you were greeted by Jacob Blenkinsop's Aunt whom welcomed you in without a second thought. After you explained to them what was going on and offered to help as much as you could there was nothing else they could do. They decided to take you in as their own and started you off with helping around the house. After all, you had barely lifted a finger for yourself due to where you were raised. You had to be taught how to do things, but you caught on quickly. You found that you loved to cook as well as help tend to the animals. You loved it all, because it was simple and gave so much more meaning to your life than pretending to be the pureblood princess you were not. You stayed with them every holiday and summer until you graduated. You never told a soul where you stayed and neither did any of them because if Brennan found out, he'd come after you or send your parents. You didn't want anything to happen to the wonderful people who took you in, so everyone stayed quiet. After graduating, you became a nurse intern in the creature induced field at St. Mungo's. It taught you so much about animals and how to treat wounds caused by them. Due to this training and passing with flying colors you became a nurse. However, it wasn't the only thing you did. You also returned to the farm when you had the time to help out and to be a healer when it was necessary. You loved those people and would do anything for them. They were your family now, and your old one was easily forgotten. hey guys, my name is KAIT! and I am rocking it at 21 years old, role-playing for roughly A LOT OF years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EASTERN time zone, and hail from THE UNITED STATES so how about that! currently my character looks just like ALICIA VIKANDER or so i am told! I found y'all at 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as TOO LAZY TO LIST THEM ALL?, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |