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 EVALIA BARINEAU TWENTY-THREE pureblood slytherin alumnus ministry junior assistant 11 in., thestral hair, blackwood BIRTHDAY: 23 - August 19 PATRONUS: Grey fox ABILITIES: Occlumency and Nonverbal magic My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt. ---------------------------------------- The beginning You were born into a prestigious French pureblood family, your mother smiling down at you after you arrived into the world as your father stood stiff as ever with his arms crossed. It wasn't just the fact that your father wasn't a very emotional man, but you were a girl and he wanted a boy. But doesn't all pureblood men want a male heir to carry on the name? Still, it wasn't easy earning the love and affection you craved from your father. For years he saw you as a weak little thing that he had to provide for, rather than his daughter that could take on anything she put her mind to. At a young age, you didn't quite understand this. All you knew was your father wasn't around as much as you would have liked him to be and your mother loved you unconditionally. But there was something else there. Maybe nervousness, or fear. You weren't sure, but as a child you could sense there was something wrong. After all, children were the best at sensing when something was off. It was when you were just five that your father introduced you to a young boy. His name was Christian and he was your brother. He was three years old and born from another woman. He was just a bastard, but your family would never speak of it. Even your mother was forced to lie to the world, saying that it was her child and make up reasons why no one had ever met him until now. People suspected, but no one ever questioned. If they did, bad things happened to them. Despite knowing he was not your mother's child, you looked after the boy when it was just the two of you. You loved the younger boy and decided that you would protect him from the strange world you were both born into. It was not his fault that he was brought into this world because your father was angry with your mother for having a girl. You worried for your little brother, for you knew what your father had in store for his future. Even at five years old, you knew more than what a child your age should. Better to be strong than pretty and useless. ---------------------------------------- The Time to Prove Your mother was not happy, and you were sure she never would be again. With everything that had happened, how could she be? She practically lost her husband, even when he was still under the same roof. She had to raise a son that was not her own and pretend that it was alright for her to do so; to pretend that she actually loved and cared for the bastard child. While you did not view the young boy as causing the issue, your mother had other ideas. While you did not have the love from a father, he never knew the love of a mother. Not true love. But when your brother learned to get over it, or suck it up as your father would tell him, you refused to go unnoticed. You vowed that you would be worth something and you would be just as strong as your little brother, if not stronger. Your father was going to see you, and really see you. Your father was training your brother, teaching him how to fight and use spells he would not learn in school. You watched for minutes, maybe hours on end as your brother ended up with bruises and scrapes. You had seen this before, as you helped mend the wounds in the past. Blood was no longer an issue for you, nor was the sight of seeing him in a bad state. Not that you turned away from the fact your little brother was hurt. That still concerned you greatly, but you had become accustomed to the sight that it wasn't something that made you uneasy. When your brother was down on the ground, you knew it was his time to give up the fight, but you also knew your father wasn't ready to. Your father was about to make another blow when something snapped in you and involuntarily you were moving across the room to stop him. Your hand reached out and knocked your fathers lashing hand out of the way, while your other grabbed your brothers knife and thrust it upward toward your father's neck. But you paused. You had no intention of hurting, or killing, your father. It was merely luck anyway that you were able to accomplish what you had. The surprise effect. He didn't know you were right outside, and he never expected you to come forward. In fact, you only wanted to help your brother. However, it turned into a new goal of proving to your father you could do so much more than he gave you credit for. And it impressed him. He still wasn't at the point of showing you signs of love or affection, but he was willing to take you on. At the young age of nine, that was all you could ask for. God hath given you one face and you make yourself another. ---------------------------------------- The Deceit Your training continued for the two years that you had left within your home. You were a quick learner and picked up on things faster than your brother had. Maybe it was because you were determined to learn, rather than forced to. It made no difference though, as your brother would always be your father's favorite. Still, it gave you pride to know that he was at least a bit proud of you when he gave the rare smiles. But then your time came to leave for Beauxbatons. It was the point in your life where you would be mixed with those of lesser blood, or those who were of pureblood status, but known as traitors. You held tight to your beliefs and didn't involve yourself with anyone who was not worth your time. You either had friends of pureblood status, with the same beliefs, or you didn't have many friends at all. You didn't need to get caught up in the childish drama that presented itself anyway. But it wasn't just that. Now that you were in school, you had one goal and one goal only. That was to get close to a girl a couple years older than yourself. Her name was Mary Xanthopoulos and she was a family that your parents had resented for ages. Your father had made his way into the family's good graces. Now it was your turn to put yourself in the good graces of Mary. It took some time for you to be considered friends, as you expected. Not everyone opened up to a first year so quickly and not everyone opened up easily at all. Some people were hard to crack, as well as highly secretive and untrusting. You understood that, because that was exactly how you were. It was frustrating at first, because all you wanted was to make your father proud. That's what you had always wanted, ever since you realized he didn't care for you like a father should have. But you were proving him wrong. You were showing him that he should have looked twice instead of leaving you behind at first glance. Two years later your brother joined you in school. It actually gave you some relief to know he was out of your home and away from your father. You knew he could handle himself, but your father had no mercy when it came to training. You were surprised it didn't break the two of you. By this time, you were close enough to Mary to call her a friend. She really wasn't all that bad, but you had to keep your head in the game. You couldn't allow yourself to actually care for her. But it wouldn't be hard, cause at the end of her fourth year, she transferred to Hogwarts. This upset your father very much as it ruined their plans, but you made sure to keep in touch with the girl. Even if she wasn't right there, that didn't mean you couldn't try to keep up the friendship. It just made things a little bit more difficult. Even monkeys fall from trees ---------------------------------------- The Mistake Mistakes are made by even the most careful, but your mistake would go above anyone else's. At least in your father's eyes. In your fifth year you allowed yourself to get off course. Your one goal was detoured when you met a boy that you would soon fall in love with. He was a pureblood and everything your parents would approve of, except for one detail; in the spur of the moment, he had gotten you pregnant. Of course, this was something you did not expect and something you could not tell your parents about. You tried to hide it for as long as you could, but once you started to show, you couldn't hide it any longer. Your father was furious when he found out and was only happy that you found out during the summer before your sixth year. That way, no one would have known. You knew something was wrong when he said you were not staying in France. Making an excuse to his friends, a new job offer it seemed, your family moved to England where you would be attending Hogwarts in the fall. You were devastated to leave behind the boy you fell in love with, as you knew he would have stayed with you and helped you take care of the baby. The baby that would no longer exist. Upon arrival in England, your father told you the news. You were to have it aborted. You begged him to let you at least carry it to term. You were perfectly fine with giving the baby up for adoption, but you did not want to kill it. However, it would only disgrace the family if you did so because everyone would know at school. If you were to keep the baby, you would be disowned, or worse, your father would make sure it died. This you could not allow, so you had the procedure done as instructed. You became angry and bitter, but above all, depressed. It took a good amount of time to wrap your head around the fact that you had lost your child and in a way you would never have chosen on your own. But you had worked too hard to get to where you were, to throw it all away. There was too much left to do and accomplish. Making a comeback is one of the most difficult things to do with dignity. ---------------------------------------- The Goal Returns With the start of school in the fall it was time to concentrate on your priorities again. You had to put your child out of mind in order to do what you had always been trying to do, or else everything would fall out of place. Your first action was to make Mary aware that you were now in England. This would give you the chance to meet up with her again to make sure your friendship with the girl was still intact. Everything was back to the way it was, despite the fact you had to start all over with your father. Because of the mistake you had made, you were back to square one with him and had to prove to him that you were still worthy. You would once again do anything to be on his good side, no matter what he made you do. This was your family, and family was forever. You made a few friends within your house, but you stayed mostly to yourself. More than you had before. It was too easy for you to slip up again and you were not going to let that happen. So you kept to your studies and focused on get well enough grades to do something meaningful upon graduation. When you had finally graduated, you became an auror-in-training. What better way to work your way into Mary's life even more, as well as the heart of the wizarding world. This would give you access to everything you would need to know; everything you would need to succeed. You became an auror at the age of twenty and worked as that for a couple years before the position of junior assistant opened up once again. And then you fought for it. To be an assistant to the Minister himself would surely put you on your father's good list. You received the position at twenty-two and have kept it ever since. Now you had to keep it up and wait for the perfect time to make a move. And with this new Army making trouble, you were sure you would have no problems. Especially if you were to gain rank within it. hey guys, my name is KAIT! and I am rocking it at TWENTY-ONE 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 DIANNA AGRON or so i am told! I found y'all at HONEYDUKES and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as MANY OTHER CHARACTERS, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
