Leta Lestrange                             

                                   30 October, 1896 -  September 1927

                         Daughter of Corvus Lestrange and Laurena Kama

                                     Step-Daughter of Clarisse Tremblay

                           Half-Sister of Corvus Lestrange and Yusuf Kama

                                         Fiancé of Theseus Scamander 

 Alliance to the Ministry of Magic/ the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

                                               Former Slytherin

                                                    a monster

Childhood: 

Leta Lestrange grew up always being told who and what she was. A pure blooded witch who would one day carry on the family name by attaining the highest possible OWL and NEWTS scores at Hogwarts before marrying a fellow Slytherin pure blood and expanding the family. She was a flower. Nothing more. This is what she was trained to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

She was lonely, most of her companions being books. When she saw her father it was never pleasant, and then non existent when he remarried. If she did get out of the house it would always be for a visit to her mother at the graveyard she was buried. 

The birth of her brother, Corvus, changed everything. She was no longer that flower. She was no longer a Lestrange.

She was separate.

To America:

She was not happy to go to America. She complained and fussed but with a strike from her father she was out the door. Irma, who had worked specifically with Leta most of her life, could do not to soothe her. 

Leta just stayed silent, watching her baby brother, who did nothing but wail.

Irma, despite her intentions could do nothing to soothe the child. It was left to Leta, her only words spoken to anyone being hushed lullabies. 

For a couple days it gave her an identity, something new. Who and what to be.

But then he didn’t stop crying and all hope was lost.

And so the night that the ship sunk, Leta switched her brother out for another infant, only for a moment, just for some quiet, but the moment passed and before she knew it he was bellow the waves lost her identity once again and found herself to be nothing.

Hogwarts:

It was strange. For something Leta had always dreamed about doing she was not to happy to be at Hogwarts, which she found alright as her classmates weren’t too happy to have her their either, so Leta once again kept to her books and day dreaming about what to do when she got out of this place. 

The library was were she spent most of her time, seeing it as a hiding spot for only her, a world that she had to explore. 

She met Newt there, the two of them reaching for the same book, and her hiding spot was infiltrated. 

The Scamander Brothers:

She never could have had a relationship with Newt. Feelings, sure. Leta Lestrange could and did love Newt with all of her being. She loved Newt and then he got expelled. And she was all alone. 

In that solitude she realized what that love was. Dependence. 

It was toxic for a relationship. But enough for a brother. 

Too pure for her

Theseus on the other hand was another being entirely. Leta credits the solider as the one who shattered her exterior. She isn’t dependent on him, but rather equal with him. 

He helped her find value in herself, not gave her value. 

He made her feel all light and she couldn't wait to marry him. 

He could never find out who she really was

At the Graves:

She couldn’t let him hurt them. 

The boy searching for his identity was already another victim to her mistakes. She couldn’t let the boys be another.

So she stepped foreward and raised her want to the leader, turning to her boys.

“I  L O V E  Y O U”

And let the flames consume her.

Leta: My bag? It’s a bit of a disaster area

Leta: *unlocks her bag with a tap*

Leta: Extra hair ribbon

Leta: Teeny-tiny book!

Leta: Slytherin pride! In sock form..

Leta: Detention slip? Oh well

Leta: Oh I love the smell of soil don’t you? 

Newt: And I’m strange for keep Bowtruckles in my pocket

Leta: You have your quirks I have mine! Speaking of..

Leta: BABIES! I just bought them I want to see the effects of muggle plants in magical soil. 

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Patronus:

Leta was absolutely horrified when it was revealed what beast was casted from her wand after saying the spell, most of her classmates being even more horrified at the strange creature they had been so lucky to never see and would hopefully never see again. After a while, she began to fall in love with her winged horse, thinking it to be the only one who would ever understand her completely.

Credence Barebone:

She pitied him. She felt bad for him, but in a way she also envied him. More than anything else she would love to not be anyone and he was out there trying to become someone.... Why?

That being said, she could never feel angry at him. All she could feel in pity and envy. 

How could he not understand the blessing of being no one?

Slytherin:

She hated her house. She hated what her house said about her, regardless of how true it was. Within herself, Leta found none of the qualities of the house positive, let alone in herself. 

It wasn't that she was above them, it was only that too much ambition and coldness... Perhaps it was what she was, but she would try and deny it, wishing more than anything that she could have been in Hufflepuff, that she could she the world through that lens.

But she couldn’t and the raven never would.

Blood Prejudice:

Leta Lestrange was told what to think about her blood. She should love the darkness that so often flows within the bloodline but she didn’t. She wouldn't deny the advantage her blood was supposedly to give to her, but she loved the half-blood’s personality and the muggle-born’s simple life at home.

Leta would never judge based on ones blood, but rather on one’s heart.

Herself:

Leta was supposed to be proud. She was supposed to be prideful of who she was and with every step make others weak with envy. But she didn't feel that way... She couldn’t.

She saw herself as wicked. A monster. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Leta blushed at this question smiling a bit as she chuckled, “I don’t think he proposed the way he wanted to… 

“Long story short he took a surprise day off from work four winters ago on the day before Christmas Eve and had planned an over-the-top day for us. Nice dinner, a carriage ride around London, and we were going to wrap it up with some ice skating before his final grand surprise. He did not expect his final grand spectacular surprise to be him having to aparate us to St. Mungos after I fell and broke my wrist.” 

Let stopped, shaking her head a bit as a small chuckled left her mouth, “To this day I don’t know what this grand surprise was, but as he held my unharmed arm, rambling his apologies he did spit out that he was planning to propose. I told him, thinking that he was joking, that he could do it here. So he did.”

((Especially about her and Theseus’ relationship. whoops make her cry or flustered or pissed.  Interrogate, Challenge, Poke Fun of, Flirt with her. Make her day or break it. Shake her beliefs. Try your hand at making the Lestrange emotional. Or just ask her something. I dare you))

“Please, just call me Leta.” She smiled kindly at the anon, “And oh-” 

The women stopped, her cheeks turning beet red as she looked away, chuckling a bit. Leta turned away until she was a light, blush pink, “I.. Well.” She cleared her throat a bit, smiling, truly, genuinely, but still undeniably flustered, “Most of the time I style it myself, but I will share your compliments with my professional hair brusher. He does most of the work after all.” 

“There are many types of love.” Leta said, eyes falling to the ground, though she didn’t despise the question, “It’d be impossible for me to rate which Scamander I loved more, as they are on different spectrums.”

“Define younger” She smirked playfully at the being in front of her. Pacing a bit before continuing her thoughts, trying to phrase unhappy memories in a way that worked for her and didn’t frighten the shy one in front of her away.

“My father told me from a young age what my job was to be. A mother and a wife to some pureblood.” She spoke numbly, these being the memories she didn’t want to linger to long on causing her to pause, having to take a breath to clear her thoughts. But then she smiled at what came next, “At Hogwarts I planned on becoming an assistant traveling Magzoologist. But…” Again, negative memories biting too soon. “Things changed.”