wicked witch.

NAME: charlotte ‘lottie’ lestrange NICKNAMES: char, lottie, lo AGE: twenty-three GENDER IDENTITY: cis-woman PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: fluid BIRTHDAY: march 15 STAR SIGN: pisces WAND: blackthorn with a dragon heartstring core 11¾" and reasonably supple flexibility PATRONUS: panther BLOOD STATUS: pureblood SPECIALISING: magical arts EXTRACURRICULARS: care of magical creatures, swim, competitive duelling, aurelius tribune columnist  HOUSE: slytherin ALMA MATER: thiudreiks PLACE OF BIRTH: london, england PARENTS: rodolphous lestrange (father), emmeline lestrange née burke (mother), bellatrix lestrange née black (step-mother) HEIGHT: 5′5″ HAIR: black EYES: green  PET: sardine, possibly a cat ? 

one.

to be best loved in the family she was born into, charlotte lestrange would have had to be born a boy. to be an heir, someone who would wed and pass the name to an equally pure-blooded wife and children. to be best loved by her father, lottie would have had to be remarkable, gifted beyond measure in her studies, in sport— in anything that he could boast about, his not-a-boy-only-child. when she fell short, his attention fell away. he is a busy man, an important man. to be best loved by her mother, lottie would have had to be a graceful, elegant beauty. instead, she was a sharp-toothed child, ruddy-faced and petulant, quick to fall into fits of anger and joy. by the time she grew into her features, she wasn’t the soft and gentle loveliness of her mother, but instead pretty like something wicked, green eyes gleaming like a cat in the dark. upon her mother’s passing, she, the sole child of the lestrange-burke union, lottie could sense a resentment, something unspoken but felt, like the promise of rain in the air. 

two.

any lessons that she was meant to learn before heading off to her thiudreiks are told to her by her nanny, a replacement mother for the one who always kept her at an arms width away. her father quickly remarried, and his new wife would teach her lessons in cruelties. she is taught her history, the story of blood and told again and again how special it made her. arrival to the school taught her a different set of lessons— how pride did not replace skill, how blood did not equate innate talent. she was pettier than she was bitter, of the lies she’d been told, dripped into the shell of her ear from infancy, and instead stopped trying to be the best. she simply stopped attempting to live up to those impossible standards, forsaking expectation. lestrange or not, she knew, deep in her heart and in the very bones of her that she would never be what they wanted. 

three.

aurelius is a natural stepping stone, and she arrives with a specialization in magical arts. her art is, in fact, terrible. lop-sided angels limp across her canvas and horses wobble on too-thin legs, but she doesn’t care. she excels at duelling, but scoffs at the suggestion that she would make an excellent auror. she writes dribble for the tribune. lottie is vain, vapid, and can be cruel when she wants to be. she also can be charming, and cleverer than she lets on. she adores attention, to be noticed and loved— for however fleeting it is, like feeling sun on her face. she wants to be loved best so badly, it shapes the rotten core of her. her ambitions are something she keeps to herself, instead treating life and her time at the school like a source of great entertainment.

connections.

roommates, those in magical arts as well, any of her extra curricular buddies, ex-hook ups, current hookups, people she knows from thiudreiks, flirtationships, enemies, frenemies, people she bullies :( , pals, former pals

NAME: romilda vane NICKNAMES: romi, ro AGE: twenty-two GENDER IDENTITY: cis-woman PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: fluid BIRTHDAY: nov 26 STAR SIGN: saggitarius WAND: walnut, 9", dragon heartstring. stiff. PATRONUS: non-corporeal BLOOD STATUS: half-blood SPECIALISING: herbology EXTRACURRICULARS: herbology club, broom racing, astronomy club  HOUSE: gryffindor ALMA MATER: odalric PLACE OF BIRTH: cornwall, england PARENTS: erick vane (father), imelda vane née manalo (mother) HEIGHT: 5′7″ HAIR: brown EYES: hazel PET: ural owl, called geoff

one.

romilda vane was born into a house of love. her father, an employee for the ministry in the misuse of muggle artefacts office, and her mother, a muggle born botanist, filled their cornwall home with a mixture of things both magical and not, a blended upbringing for a half-blood girl. the family greenhouse is where her fondest memories stem, where her mother would teach her the patience of doing things the non-magical way, with hard work and determination. respect for muggle kind was engrained in her. a cup of tea made with a hot kettle tasted better than one magicked from thin air, her mother always insisted, patiently showing her the steps to make one. her parents loved each other dearly, and she learned to adore love in return. she believed in it more than anything she ever would, and wanted desperately for some of her own.

two.

she has never been the most talented witch, her magic and talent being classed as a little less than average. She fumbled transfiguration and struggled in charms, defence against the dark arts classes left her shaking. herbology and astronomy were her saving graces, the former something that she excelled at enough to declare it her major. she learned to love the nurturing of plants, blending her magical knowledge with muggle techniques taught to her by her mother.  her parents have always been supportive and proud of her, despite her academic short fallings.   her father is known to boast to his colleagues about his only daughter, and her mother never passes an opportunity to bring home a rare species from the ministry greenhouse that she worked at to delight her.

three.

she was sorted into gryffindor upon her arrival at aurelius, the hat crooning in her ear about strong will and tenacity. she loves the red and gold house, the pride she feels for her fellow gryffindors unmatched. romi is well meaning with most of what she does, a loyal friend to those close to her. she would do anything for anyone if they asked it of her. she’s gentle, soft-spoken and dedicated, often found alongside professor sprout in assistance for more challenging projects. her downfall will always be her desire for love, the desperate, cloying way it calls to her and preys on her un-ending naivety. she falls in love easily and deeply, and heart break from these failed romances are almost crushing. 

connections.