Lena-Lee Katja Eberhardt

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About You - -

Name: Krank
Gender: Pretty sure I’m female.
Age: Sixteen
Years of RPG Experience: For a while now.
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About the Character- -

Name: Lena-Lee Katja Eberhardt
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Year: Sixth
Face Claim: Mylène Jampanoï

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Upon a thin, long, smooth neck rests a pale visage. Her face is oval-shaped with the chin rounded off. A medium sized, straight yet softly rounded nose separates the face almost evenly. The nose’s arc blends softly into well crafted cheeks. Lena’s cheek bones are not too high or too low, but just right for her giving her a full face because of her youth and because of her Caucasian blood. She has a strong jaw-line that, when given the right predicaments, allows her that German look, but is contradicted by her small, full lips that represent the Asian in her. Her lips are soft and a very pale pink, almost so pale that it blends with her complexion. Lena finds her lips the most unattractive asset, on her face, and so heavily applies different shades of lip gloss/ stain/ stick to get the shade she feels most comfortable with. Also, since her lips are so soft they are highly vulnerable to wind and so chap easily, which aggravates her (since she already hates her lips already, this is only adding more stress) and so she stresses herself to always carry different flavors, and brands of chap stick in her pockets or purse, whichever has the most room at the moment. Now her best asset, according to self-opinion, is her eyes. Lena is a girl who strives for originality and uniqueness and so is slightly displeased as to how her eyes are her best asset, since that seems to be every girl’s best attribute, but she won’t complain she’d only highlight her clear, crystal-grey hues with layers of black, silver, and navy-blue liner/ shadow/ shimmer for them to pop out even more than usual. She has plucked brows, rectangular, and arched low on her forehead, just above her eyes. They are not too far a part or too close that she has to worry about a uni-brow, though she is self-conscious at some points and will examine at them forever (it seems like) in the mirror when preparing for out-of-the-house-activities (school, work, hanging out, mall, restaurant, grocery shopping, etc.) Lastly, her forehead is soft, small, and does not protrude once so ever, it angles just enough to highlight her brows and eyes, and the curve of the nose; however, she has been teased that her face is somewhat flat (her Asian blood) and so had her hair styled with angled bangs that hovered her right brow. Lena’s hair is blue-black, but hasn’t been dyed but only once in her lifetime, ever since her last hair experiment, the dye has stayed. Her hair barely pasts her shoulder blades, and usually drapes over her collar bones.

Physique: Lena-Lee stands at a whopping sixty-two centimeters (5’ 2’’) and weighs nearly ninety-five lbs. She can most easily be compared to a bent piece of plywood. She has her mother’s attributes: the petit frame, the sharp curves instead of a Caucasian’s plump, smooth curves, and absolutely no sport capability. Lena is proud of her flat stomach and usually will show that off, but because of her sharp curves that look like two obtuse angles on either side of her waist, her body doesn’t take well to tight shirts. Her breasts, however, are plump and fill a 36 B cup evenly. She has a small, lean figure with strong shoulders and deltoids that allow her to swim pretty well. Lena-Lee has bony hips that she can actually grip and hook herself accidentally on corners of tables, and so because she feels disgusted by this asset she usually wears sweats or loose fitting jeans. Lena definitely lacks in the ability to play sports, but she did swim for a good period of her life and so gained large thigh muscles (large proportional to her body) along with hard calf muscles. She was cursed with her father’s German appetite. Her favorite dish is knockwurst with mustard on a bun, and then multiply that by five. Lena is that little girl who can down about eight number elevens from a fast food restaurant and still want desert. No matter how much she eats, the girl does not retain anything except the muscles in her arms and thighs and that’s about it.

Wand Type: 8.5’’ Mahogany, Dragon Heartstring. A wand ideal for Transfiguration.
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration was always a favorite to Lena-Lee, and she soon grew interested in becoming an Animagus like her father, but she planned on registering if she became one, unlike her father. However, one general skill that her family absolutely banned to even talk about that she took an interest into was Legilimency. Lena-Lee has a slight fear in Legilimency, but is fascinated by it nonetheless.
Patronus: Silver wolf. Lena-Lee is fiercely loyal to the ones she loves, and is unbeatable if placed in a group.
Boggart: The image of her brother right after the accident. Those cuts… his blood, will forever scar her mind.

Personality:

And through these w o r d s I shiver

Lena-Lee was told that she definitely inherited this attribute from her mother, but Lena also knows that not only because of heredity, she was sort of brought up this way. Her family is definitely not the “calm” type, her father has one of the loudest mouths in all of Europe (so Lena thinks) constantly shouting German phrases whenever possible, but it was the people she kept while living in Norfolk who made her this way. Lena wasn’t always calm, she actually lived her elementary years with high optimism and had a heart for friends, but it was when kids began to ascend into their judgmental years that she slowly sank away into shadows. She definitely can be described as being reclusive and antisocial, but she refuses to adhere to those descriptions because she does talk to people when first spoken to, and can seem to have a sort of attitude—a chip on her shoulder, if you will—when she speaks, but it isn’t the person’s fault who is speaking to her, she just has that tone in her soft voice. So it isn’t as if Lena-Lee had dead emotions, she has some liveliness to her, just usually depends on herself and studies to fill the lonely void.

Calm can also describe the clothes she wears. Lena-Lee might strive for uniqueness, but searches for it in a different way than most. Usually people will adorn themselves with flashy colors and loud personalities to achieve their unique description, but Lena-Lee beats around the bush and achieves her uniqueness through the always calm, and laid-back demeanor (minus her attitude…) She might, and most likely will, seem normal to everyone else, but as long as her father and/or her brother find her unique (the people she most cares about) she could care less about what other people think. However—yet another contradiction—Lena-Lee does base some of her life/ social life/ whatever, off opinions of others. She doesn’t have that sturdy backbone an optimistic person, or a wild person might have, and so opinions are like food, she’ll gobble them up and change to how much she consumes. Usually she’ll wear whatever is comfortable, even if it meant to waltz around in her pajamas. When attending Hogwarts she usually adorns herself in loose-fitting vests/ sweatshirts, and skirts that reach past her knee, with no stockings but black socks loosely gathered around her ankles and brown dress-shoes. Sometimes she’ll wear those silver, reflective sunglasses—and yes, Lena-Lee is the kind of person to wear sunglasses at night/ inside.

I'll S N A P and you know it.

Aside from Lena’s natural calm demeanor, when/ if she is angered she’ll snap quickly. Lena-Lee has always had that slight paranoia edge to her when being spoken to by students, teachers, et cetera, and sometimes will mistake jokes to insults and vice versa. She will always feel embarrassed at the end, and will apologize to the point where she is blue in the face, but she normally doesn’t reach to the point of apologizing since she walks away from embarrassment most of the time. To keep herself from making a fool of herself in front of peers and others, she tends to never keep eye contact—only a slight flicker, and will laugh uneasily whenever they hint a joke (or insult, considered by Lena). Because of her paranoia/ short temper, Lena always has a disgruntled frown plastered on her face at all times. She usually looks difficult to approach, which is true, and so tends to ward off most.

No one can tell me w h a t to do.

One would think such a quiet, harmless person would abide by rules twenty-four seven, but Lena is the exact opposite. She has a knack to beating around the bush when it comes to anything; she isn’t addicted to bending the rules, but she’ll carry her “criminal” ways quietly without bringing attention to herself. Lena-Lee is very stubborn, hence the reason why she even thinks of bending the rules at Hogwarts. She will even sometimes mumble backtalk to teachers in class. She has a horrible habit of rolling her eyes, and crossing her arms, but she never allows anyone past her stubbornness. Only her father and maybe her brother can make her go against her pride, but (usually) no one else. Lena-Lee can possibly be dubbed a trouble maker, since she has had her detentions, but very rarely does she even get caught. Since she is so unknown to most, because of her calm stature, she hardly is ever caught and if she is it is her calm stature that makes whoever that caught her so uncomfortable to just send her back with a warning most of the time. Lena-Lee isn’t one to do dangerous deeds—ever, she’s too frightened by playing God (or Merlin in Hogwarts) to hurt anything or get too involved in messy situations. Hence her hesitation in healing spells.

Sarcastic
This girl always seems to have hidden attributes underneath the calm blanket that envelopes her. If she is in an actual conversation with someone—and one can usually see this side when she speaks to her family—Lena-Lee will have a sarcastic humor. Her sarcastic side is the side that brought her that horrible ‘eye rolling’ habit. Whenever she is in conversation with anyone and that person slips up an obvious observation, Lena-Lee will beat anyone else in the conversation and point out that person’s flaws and make a sarcastic remark concerning their observation, or even their eyes if she really wanted to dig deep in her reply. Though her calm side does battle her sarcastic side most of the time, they normally equal each other out more ways than one. She might roll her eyes and remain quiet, or part her lips to retort but softly say ‘Nevermind’ and cross her arms as her eyes avert. Most of Lena-Lee’s conversations happen in her mind, even if she is actually talking with people, she’ll usually think first before speaking (when not angered, of course) which is the reason for her scoff. But nonetheless she is a sarcastic person, not very sarcastic but sarcastic… and she takes an interest in those more sarcastic than herself.

And through your tears I will l i s t e n.

Lena-Lee will probably be the most trust worthy, honest person someone will meet. Even though she seems too quiet to care, or quick to judge, or someone who would gossip, she values trust more than anything. She understands girls her age and their boy troubles, or just troubles in general, and their need to vent. Lena would be that girl to listen with an open ear, but she isn’t the type to usually give advice—she doesn’t want to be responsible for others actions if they take it too far; she would be that girl who pretty much had a journal in their mind of secrets of her own and of others too, but she would never go through an overload and spill the beans to anyone. She has a hidden hatred towards all gossipers, but also a hidden interest, but only very slight.

Now, Lena isn’t an honest person when it comes to being “brutally” honest, and she is aware that the truth does hurt, but she refuses to make anyone crumble and will often sugar coat things if she feels it need be. She is honest when she keeps her word that she would never tell a soul any secret unless given permission.

I will share the fruits of my k n o w l e d g e.

Lena-Lee definitely believes in getting good grades. Aside from her getting the occasional detention, Lena is a good student—when she wants to be. The classes that she absolutely despises and knows she could be doing something ten times more productive, she’ll take out another class’ book (a class she enjoys) and read ahead. She doesn’t believe in drop outs, and says that those who drop out are just a waste of air and time. Lena strongly believes that the only way to be successful and get anywhere in life is to study hard and put forth a lot of effort, but she slightly contradicts herself because she has “selected effort” as she likes to call it, only putting effort into things she likes and not caring about the rest.

With a tenacious bite I will h o l d.

Lena-Lee’s calm asset wins over her stubbornness when it comes to being competitive or just determined. Because Lena-Lee never had a heart for sports, she never really was that competitive. She is, however, very determined and headstrong. When she wants something—truly wants something—she will beat around every bush, check out every book, and look into every possible thing until she feels completely comfortable with finding a base to start her research, and then she will kick off and possibly finish that term paper, assignment, potion, whatever it may be in less than a week (including the hours and days in finding the foundation of her research). Sadly, her determination cannot be compared to her love life with the opposite sex. When she is put up against a man she has feelings for, if she doesn’t pull him in with the first couple tries, she will give up and continue with more important things.

Now, Lena-Lee was never one to get into sports, especially those dull sports like American football, football (American Soccer), basketball, et cetera she holds an interest in Quidditch and will always cheer for her house on in any game. Even if “cheering” to Lena means just showing up in the first place and finding a decent seat. Lena never had the interest to actually try for Quidditch though, even though some people said she could be a beater to release some of her anger.

No one will ever be p e r f e c t.

Lena knows she is slightly pretty, probably not compared to most Hogwarts girls, but she has some attractiveness. However she is very picky over her appearance and so tends to be self-conscious most of the time. She hates herself for being so gaunt, and wishes she had a better figure like most girls. Lena despises her lips to no extent, and will cover her face in make-up to just feel comfortable with herself. She isn’t one to talk about how she doesn’t like herself though, she hates attracting attention that way. She doesn’t hate herself completely, and will take pride in her hair and eyes and petit hands, but other than that she will usually cover herself up. Her posture is usually slouched with her arms close together, this is a big hint towards her lack of confidence in herself—appearance wise. Lena-Lee has confidence in her brain and tactics.

Break a piece of my bread for y o u.

Now it’s a shock to anyone how Lena-Lee can consume so much food without gaining a pound, and not only that, but also her not participating in any sports; Lena-Lee simply says its genetics. The girl will not savor any flavor, besides knockwurst with mustard on a bun and pudding…and bacon (not all on the same thing…), and will simply scarf anything that looks appetizing at the time. She takes ‘eat what you see’ to heart—pun intended since it’s a wonder how she hasn’t collapsed from heat attack because of her love for bacon. Because of her ability to eat so much and still remain her size, many of the girls teased her. Not because she could remain being skinny, but because they were jealous they picked any little trait they could get their hands on and began their little insult barrage. Lena was oblivious to their jealousy, and simply thought she was just ugly in those attributes they particularly picked.

Back to Lena-Lee’s gluttonous behavior, the girl favors sweets and spicy food over bitter and leafy. Her favorite breakfast is pancakes, waffles all with brown sugar, syrup, eggs on the side with toast and bacon, then later her lunch will usually consist of pastas or maybe pizza, but she hardly eats salads ever, and dinner can range from many things like German dishes—her knockwurst with mustard on a bun, even though that usually is a lunch meal—and spicy curries either from Thai, Indian, or Chinese. Lena is very appreciative for meat, and enjoys a good ten ounce medium rare steak with béarnaise sauce.

Ears behold u n s p o k e n knowledge.

Now Lena-Lee isn’t a person to eavesdrop on purpose unless bored. It’s because she’s alone most of the time, and hardly ever speaks, she usually is “invisible” to others who decide to have a very juicy conversation just around the corner. She has an open ear for things, and does feel slightly guilty for eavesdropping most of the time, but pushes her guilt to the side and listens in silently laughing if its funny, or relating their trouble to hers or just shrugging at the stupid gossip. Other peoples’ conversations fill in for her own, and so if she listened to other conversations throughout the day, she’ll feel socially content. Also, boring conversation she accidentally eavesdrops on can easily suffice for a nice lullaby for a mid-day nap.

Simple and to the p o i n t.

This is a very simple trait that Lena-Lee holds. She is very short and to the point, she hardly ever blabbers when talking to someone. She doesn’t stumble over her words, and never stutters. When she speaks and introduces herself she will simply say “Lena”, when she means to say good-bye she will say “Bye”—no see you, when can we meet up next time, I enjoyed this conversation, nothing-- just a “bye”. However, when she talks to her family she is a bit more open, especially with her father. When she did have luck with the boys, she also used to lengthen her replies and even start conversations, but that hasn’t been for a while and so is unlikely to this day (but possible..).

Likes:
+Matthias Eberhardt – Her father. A man she will always love till the day she dies, and will try her hardest to never disappoint.
+Rats – She isn’t sure why… but these rodents little scurrying and sneaky assets fancy Lena.
+”Peace and quiet time” – Lena-Lee will go all-out to find anywhere she can have this “peace and quiet time” and so will usually be found hiding in the library with a book and her eyes glued to the pages. This can also be taken when she breaks the rules and sneaks out late just to be by herself, and sometimes purposely gets detention just for that purpose.
+Sarcastic people – She finds these type of people the most interesting to be with.
+Studying – Always trying to get ahead in her classes, and possibly wow her father.
+Reading – Comes with the studying and peace and quiet time, if she isn’t by herself reading she’s possibly by herself napping, or day dreaming.
+Eating – Food… is amazing.
+Legilimency – Frightens her to the point of immense curiosity and will to skill at.
+Advanced Transfiguration – Just a class she enjoys.
+Make-up – Something she carries with her at all times, along with chap-stick.
Dislikes:
–Drama – Even though she helps people through it, she hates the concept of drama and believes it to be a nuisance.
–Snobby people – Usually girls and their “perfectness” and their desire to undermine others.
–Astronomy Class – She is perfectly fine with earth, and nothing beyond that. She has a slight fear for the “beyond” as well, but not enough to be paranoid about.
–Loud places/people – It just contradicts her personality… headaches plague her mind easily.
–Her Birthday – …Her mother’s date of death.
–Crowds – She’s not claustrophobic but she sure as heck can’t breathe when so many people are pushing against her, blocking her airway.
–Gossipers – She hates the truth being slurred.
–Cheaters – About as equivalent to drop outs; waste of air and breath, and not only in school but in relationships too…
–Boats – Even though Lena was a swimmer she never got over being sea-sick.
–Ignorance – Ignorance is not bliss.

History:
Family: Father// Matthias Eberhardt (46)
Mother// Biyu Lee Eberhardt (deceased)
Brother// Wolfgang Junjie Eberhardt (18)


BIRTH:
The two met as if it were destiny.

Who knew that this gathering Matthias originally dubbed ‘useless’ and a ‘waste of time’ would actually turn out to be eventful and definitely worth the trip? The man knew he looked sharp in his military uniform but was he good enough for her? She always was picky, and always found herself grooming him off like a mother to a child. She criticized him for his brutal behavior, and always absorbed his insults instead of firing them back. She was very patient and bright, beautiful and radiant. She was worth so much more than his life, and he treated her like a queen when they dated back in Hogwarts. However, it’s been years since they last saw each other, both taking two different ways from when they graduated Hogwarts, and both definitely growing from their childish frames. Well, he looked no different, the same old German brute with stark platinum hair and sharp blue eyes, but her… Biyu… Pearl was what he called her in the old days. She didn’t grow in height, but her eyes grew livelier with adulthood—wise and experienced, and her lips curved delicately on her face, she was more beautiful than ever and Matthias had to catch his jaw before it smashed into the ground. He nervously gathered the hat from his head, held it between sweaty palms and pondered if he should approach her. When he collected all thoughts and finally decided that: yes, he definitely should approach her was when he caught himself in mid-step. His eyes narrowed on the man that wrapped his unfit arms around Pearl’s waist, both giving a peck on the lips before they enjoyed the party as a couple.

That day they talked, Matthias discovered that the man was a boyfriend that Biyu’s been dating for a year now. All that Matthias cared about was that he was her boyfriend not a fiancé, not a husband, but a boyfriend and able to be pushed aside from someone more likely to fill his position: Matthias Eberhardt, and that was exactly what he planned to do.

It turned out Biyu stayed in the Magical world working as a doctor. She always had that talent in healing arts, and always held the brain and will to learn every day. She turned out very successful and very loved by her boss and fellow colleagues. It was a tragic day when Biyu and Matthias graduated, both with different ideas on the world: Biyu wanting to stay in the Magical world, and Matthias burning with the fire of patriotism for his country (which was England since he broke allegiance with Germany due to the wars and Hitler). That had been the shortest yet most consequential fight they ever fought, both separated and walked their separate paths. But unknowing to Matthias when he returned as a Colonel in the army, that Biyu had successfully visited the Muggle world and employed as a doctor there too—it wasn’t in her nature to do such drastic measures for a guy she loved…She had all hopes in finding Matthias again, but years passed and she had no luck, that was when she met John, who was her muggle boss. And then was her muggle boyfriend.

A natural Slytherin such as himself, Matthias despised muggles (put aside his duty in the military) and he fought hard to gain Biyu’s attention back. At first she denied him, and secondly was annoyed by him, but by his third try and his impressive skill of transfiguring himself into his Animagus animal: the German Sheppard and did a little trick for her, Biyu couldn’t breathe from the fits of laughter and finally took him back.

Immediately Wolfgang was born not a year later.

Biyu was upset that Matthias was an unregistered Animagus, but she loved him too much to turn him in for it, and as long as he remained out of the Magical world then she didn’t care. Matthias was blinded with love for Biyu to find any flaws, and treated her like an empress rather than a queen like their Hogwarts years. Life was great, Matthias went in for a very early retirement, planning on living from the money he would gain from the military, and Biyu remained a doctor in the muggle world, only returning to the magical world when needed. One night when the parents placed their baby Wolfgang to sleep, Biyu delicately offered Matthias if he wanted a baby girl, to which he did not refuse.

And thus… Biyu was pregnant with Lena-Lee.

During Biyu’s pregnancy when Wolfgang turned three, he had constructed his toy blocks without even touching them, astonishing his Wizard father and Witch mother. The two parents were pure-bred so this early sign of wizardry was not too surprising. It had been decided from that day that they were going to send Wolfgang to Hogwarts when the time came, but until then they needed to prioritize on baby Lena-Lee and pregnant Biyu.

When nine months passed and Matthias returned from the daycare with Wolfgang, Biyu was ready to go into labor November 5th 1961. When Biyu was getting prepared for labor, after a few tests the doctor came to Matthias and requested that he stay out of the labor room, that there might be a problem in the delivery. The doctor insisted that he answered the question: wife or daughter?

Never in his life has he ever faced such a horrendous question that clutched at his heart, and hacked at his lungs, and punched his gut. Matthias only stared at the doctor dumbfounded, what was going on… really happening? The doctor repeated himself and Matthias could only tremble his lip, and lowered his eyes in thought. He ran a clammy hand through his hair, and released a cry. The doctor placed a hand on Matthias’ shoulder as he squatted down, both large German hands hiding his face as he wept.

And through the sobs the doctor could muster a, “…We want the baby.”

AS A CHILD:
It was said that Biyu had went through some tough times through her trimesters. She realized, as a doctor and as a mother, what was going to happen before it happened, and she was ready to make the decision, she only wanted Matthias to decide for himself… and she prayed and hoped that he made the correct decision when the time came, and he did. She smiled as she felt Lena-Lee successfully be delivered before she released her last breath.

Lena-Lee grew up, to Matthias, very slowly. When Lena-Lee learned her first word, Wolfgang had already successfully learned a (very basic) spell. Wolfgang was too young to really know what was right and wrong or what was normal and what was not normal, and so he continued to do these ‘unexplainable actions’ but only in front of his father, because Matthias told him if he were to ever attempt something ‘unexplainable’ outside of the house, he would be grounded.

Lena-Lee was placed in an average elementary school for average kids from the ages of five-ten, in average little old Norfolk, the Eastern marshlands of England. Lena was a very cute kid, who without a Mother, lacked the advantages of being dressed up for first days of school and having her hair pulled back and tied into pig tails. Many days when Lena was dropped off by her father, they would kiss each other and bid each other a nice day before Lena would scramble off and play with the other children. However, when it came time to pick up, Lena was always the last to go. She would sit and observe the other children with an older woman who looked slightly similar to the child, they would kiss and giggle before the lady would swoop up the kid and exit the room. That day when Daddy came to pick Lena up first before saying anything else she asked:

“What’s a mommy?”

Matthias answered with caring eyes and a soft smile. “A beautiful parent who guides the father.”

Of course Lena-Lee didn’t understand a word besides ‘beautiful’ and ‘father’, and she had heard ‘parent’ before, but she wasn’t going to ask, she only shook her head and allowed for her father to take her home.

By the time of Lena-Lee’s third grade year her father has been talking to the mother of another child in the classroom. Her name was Miss. Burn apparently her husband had left her while pregnant with Oliver, her son. She was a lovely lady, with brown hair and clear grey eyes, and Lena-Lee never understood when she began to see her more often than usual, along with her brat of a kid. It was a wonder how Oliver was even her child because of his horrible attitude. He always teased the girls, and especially Lena-Lee. He was two years older, Wolfgang’s best friend, but somehow still in her class. Lena didn’t understand, and so never yelled back when Oliver yelled at her. He said some words that Matthias always told her were ‘forbidden’ (profanity) and said things about her mother, which Lena-Lee was confused about. She had a mother?

One night when Matthias and Miss. Burn were having dinner in the house, Lena-Lee had descended the stairs with doll in hand and walked to her father, who had placed his silver wear down and turned to spot his little girl playfully asking, “What are you doing up so late?”

Her question startled him. “Where’s mommy?”

Miss. Burn had left the house early that night, somehow angry at Matthias. Apparently she didn’t approve him not telling Lena-Lee everything, even with her being so young. Lena would only grow up to hate her father as a liar, she supposedly said to Matthias when leaving. That night Daddy took Lena to the big, red armchair and placed her on his lap. “Your mother isn’t here anymore…” He stopped and closed his eyes. Lena blinked, so her mom let the family like Oliver’s dad? That’s what she guessed anyways, since Matthias couldn’t continue his explanation without sniffling.

One day Miss. Burn had to take Lena-Lee home since Matthias was working late at the bank he co-owned. The lady’s house was tiny, but smelt so good. It smelt like Miss. Burns’ perfume, and Lena loved it. There Lena and Miss. Burn had a wonderful time doing crafts, making dinner, and even playing a board game with grumpy Oliver, who was against having Lena over. At the end of the day Matthias came to pick up Lena-Lee, he had Wolfgang with him, and when Lena turned to say good-bye to Miss. Burn she said it in such a way, Matthias cringed.

“Bye bye, Mommy!”

Miss. Burn blinked confusingly, and Matthias shook his head with an apologetic look to Miss. Burn; however, Oliver shouted. “She’s not your mom and never will be!” Before running up the stairs crying. He was always against his mother finding a man to get close to, and on top of that he hated Lena along with her father.

The ride home was quiet that night. But once they got home and Matthias tucked his children into bed, not saying a word to Lena about what happened; there was a movement from the other bed in Lena’s room. Wolfgang woke Lena up with a serious face. “You want to know about Mom?”

Lena nodded and he answered, “Dad said something like she died giving birth to you… But it was for the best.” Lena was still in third grade and she didn’t understand the situation, but did grasp ‘death’. She sat up in her bed and asked, “…So Mommy’s dead?”

“Yep.” Wolfgang frowned, he couldn’t remember much of their mother.

“So then what is Miss. Burn?” Lena asked, tears swelled at her eyes.

“Just a lady Dad likes.” Wolfgang shrugged before he returned back to his bed. “Get some sleep; I’ll let you hang out with me tomorrow, ok?”

Lena stared at the ground with a confused expression unknowingly answering, “…Uh huh.”

STRANGE OCCURENCES:
Lena-Lee was in fourth grade. Ever since that night she and her brother always hung out with each other, whether Oliver liked her company or not, he had to deal with her. They would usually play ball in the street, or throw rocks while hidden in the bushes at passing car tires. They all had fun, and at this moment Lena-Lee had the time of her life. She had a few friends herself, all living in the neighborhood, and all of them girls who played doll, but at this time in her life she enjoyed being outside more than being cooped inside with a doll house. And she always enjoyed her brother’s company, and vice versa.

Unlike Wolfgang who had the ‘unexplainable’ happen to him plenty of times, Lena-Lee wasn’t so lucky. She knew nothing of wizardry or witchcraft except what she heard in Halloween, and everyone knows they blow that out of proportion. Matthias never took the time to explain to them what they really were, and even when he did think of finally sitting them both down and telling them, Lena-Lee never experienced anything strange… She never did anything her brother did. Wolfgang already approached his father at an earlier age when he had a strange occurrence with a snake, which concerned his father, but Matthias forgot about it due to the over whelming stress of work. Lena-Lee never witnessed anything her brother did, and he failed to tell her anything strange that happened to him telling her it was ‘Boys’ business no girls allowed’.

That Thursday, November 4th, began Lena-Lee’s strange occurrences, and it all began with Oliver. The day went by routinely, school ended and it was time for the siblings to gather their rocks and tie on their shoes to go play outside. There they met Oliver on the opposite sidewalk, to which they checked both ways cautiously and crossed the street to play with Oliver. That time Wolfgang and Oliver were ten and Lena-Lee was eight. At this stage usually the boys would start pushing the girls out of their little play group, and that was what Oliver wanted, but Wolfgang had a strong protection over his sister and always kept her with him. Oliver had no other friends than Wolfgang and so was obliged to stay. All the other times they hung out Oliver never insulted Lena-Lee unless her brother wasn’t looking. Lena would frown and mumble a “that’s not true” or “leave me alone” but she obviously satisfied Oliver’s craving to bully, and so he continued to do it. One day; however, he crossed the line, and Lena-Lee would never be the same.

Oliver had insulted Lena-Lee like any other day, except Wolfgang had told her earlier that day that if he were to tease her she would just push him back and yell, “Well at least I don’t pick my nose in class like you, loser!” (Kids and their funny insults back then) And that was exactly what she did. Oliver picked on her dress she decided to wear that day, and Lena-Lee pushed him hard to where he fell onto the sidewalk grass and she yelled in his face the words Wolfgang told her to say. Wolfgang laughed as he came back with the ball (Oliver had tossed the ball far just so Wolfgang could go get it and he could insult his sister). Lena-Lee laughed along with her brother, not really understanding why she was, but she quickly stopped laughing when Oliver got back up and pushed her back to where she fell onto the ground. Tears rimmed her eyes.

“My mom said that your dad was stupid and so were you! You little baby.” Oliver scoffed. Wolfgang stepped forward but stopped himself when Oliver continued, because obviously Lena-Lee was trying to act brave and not cry, which didn’t satisfy Oliver. “Oh.. A-And well!” A sick grin plastered Oliver’s face.

“At least I didn’t kill my mom like you did! You’re such a freak! And your brother hates you and says that he wished you never were born!”

Lena-Lee sniffed, trying to tell herself that all those were lies. She narrowed her eyes and wiped away her tears as she pushed herself back to stand. “You’re such a stupid, stupid liar! Right Wolf?” Wolfgang stood still. He couldn’t say anything; he valued honesty too much and could only mumble incoherent words. Truth was he did say that in a fit of anger to Oliver, it was their mother’s birthday and he couldn’t celebrate it with her like they used to (even though he was only 2). He was mad at Lena-Lee for some stupid thing she did, and he yelled that to Oliver couple days ago.

Lena-Lee blinked, tears gone. That was the first time she stood up for herself and it was all a lie. Everything Oliver said was true, and that boiled her blood. She was angry at herself, angry at Wolf for being a liar like everyone else, and she was furious at Oliver. All her hatred towards him constructed inside her, reaching from head to toe. She despised that kid to no end, and when she finally lifted her gaze from the ground and searched for his eyes, and unknown force conjuring in her brain; she could care less what happened to the kid. Oliver made the mistake in making eye contact with her, his amber hues widened as he suddenly caught his breath. Wolfgang blinked; changing glances between the two, the dangerous silence scared him.

“Oliver?” He asked poking his shoulder. “Lena?” He attempted to poke her shoulder as well, but something repelled his finger away like two similar magnet poles pushed against each other.

Oliver jerked and shivered, his eyes never leaving contact from Lena-Lee’s flashing grey hues, and without words his mind was under her control in the most basic form of Legilimency she could conjure up unknowingly. The kid spun on his heel robotically, still jerking and shivering as he hesitantly placed one foot in front of the other until he finally descended into the busy traffic. Wolfgang now panicked, he couldn’t touch Lena to make her stop, and no matter how hard he tried to step in front of Oliver to push him back, the boy would step around continue his path. All the while Lena mumbled no words and remained silent with her eyes fixed on the back of Oliver’s head.

Wolfgang was grateful that no cars came their way, but just as he thought that he saw the oncoming head lights round the corner. He had only seconds to react and with one more cry to Lena to stop whatever she was doing, he quickly threw himself out, blocked Lena’s line of sight which caused her to stop the trance and stumble back herself, and knocked Oliver down into the median only to meet the head of the car himself, gliding past the windshield and propelling back onto the street in a bloody heap.

From that day on she realized, with the help of Matthias, that she was a witch… and she hated it.

Six months later Wolfgang was released from the hospital with only a cast on his leg and a few scars that adorned his back from numerous surgeries. He was released just in time to go to Hogwarts and at first Matthias declined, but he remembered his promise with Biyu and so took the boy to get packed and head to Diagon Alley. There he planned a visit with Biyu’s parents (his parents-in-law) and so decided that he’d be gone for a while and so left Lena-Lee with Miss. Burn.

Now, Miss. Burn never said that Lena-Lee was stupid, she might’ve called Matthias stupid, but she loved children far too much to ever call them that. She treated Lena like her own and took very good care of her. All the while Lena-Lee stayed at Miss. Burn’s house, she witnessed more strange things. Like, when she couldn’t find the field-trip permission slip in Miss. Burn’s messy office, all the papers suddenly shot up in the air and aligned them selves in neat piles all around the room (yes, there was that many papers). Also, she pinched Oliver a couple times without even touching him. She took a high interest in Oliver’s rat, and pinched Oliver hard enough to make him give it to her. She named him Whisker, since he lost his other whiskers due to Oliver mistreating him.

SOMETHING NEW?
Once Matthias came home from his two month trip to China (where Biyu’s parents live), Lena-Lee learned quickly that she wouldn’t be able to see her brother again until the summer for every year he attended Hogwarts. The girl saddened, not really wanting to hang out with anyone else but her brother, and so found a liking to quiet things in life… and her rat. Matthias at first didn’t want Lena-Lee attending Hogwarts, but only because he didn’t want his last child to leave him to be alone and deal with work and nothing but work and no company… but later he gave in to Lena-Lee’s begging at her age of eleven.

All her years at Hogwarts she enjoyed the Transfiguration class and Potions class, and had a secret fancy to the Dark Arts. She hated everything else and could care less if she failed all the other classes. In her free time, however, she stumbled upon a Spell Glossary book and found the spell that closely resembled what happened to her when she was eight. It was the Legilimency spell, usually associated with the Dark Arts and usually only the most powerful and darkest of wizards perfected and even dared to learn it, it was forbidden at Hogwarts and so was Occulemency (the opposite of Legilimency).

At first Lena-Lee was frightened of the spell, and confused as to why she did it at such a young age—she learned later that her attempt at it was very weak, but it still was Legilimency nonetheless. So, with no goal in mind, the girl decided to practice Legilimency with what little resources she had, and she’s continued to practice it every year at Hogwarts. She can do the weak Legilimens spell that she had did when she was younger but anyone casting a Occulemency spell can easily counter it, and so for that reason she strives to make it better. She told herself if anyone were to catch her doing this she’d simply say: “It’s just so I know the truth if necessary.” Doesn’t seem too harmful.


Sample Post:((It’s been a while since I replied to anything on the other sites, but I did muster this intro to something or rather recently. If this isn’t enough (the length does suck -_-…) I’ll get one of my old posts >.o))

“Wh-what..?”

His voice trembled. His large, aged fingers gripped his knee, the other hand cold with sweat, slipped constantly upon the honey-toned hardwood floor; if he only had his office carpet beneath him, he’d have some leverage in this world. The man was blinded by fear; his glazed, old eyes blinked wildly and tried so damn hard to get a clear outline of the culprit that towered before him. He never realized how dark his office truly was, it also did not help the fact that it was well into the evening, the sun had settled quite a few hours before, and this man had planned on shutting his computer off, pushing his chair in, locking his door and the building, and being on his merry little way—until this happened. Maybe he should’ve never allowed his employees to go home early this post-holiday evening? Maybe he should’ve kept that .9 mm Glock tucked neatly underneath his handkerchief in the top right hand drawer in his desk, in hopes of preventing what now is happening? But more importantly—why?

And so the man asked, his words shook and dry, “Wh-why..?”

His office was known to be the noisy one of the bunch. He had so many employees visit him from down the hall, asking favors and returning them. The phone never seemed to stop ringing, and that was no problem for the old business man. He enjoyed the company, the potential phone call, but now… now everything was engulfed in an eerie silence. It was so quiet that the man’s ear picked up the rain drops pattering against his office window; he remembered closing the blinds earlier that evening.

A cold sweat formed at his brow, his deep brown eyes desperately searched for a glance at the hidden figure from behind fogged glasses. At any other moment the man would gently lift his hand, remove his glasses ever so professionally, take the end fabric of his vest, and wipe the lens with a warm aura about him. He never was the trouble maker, but the second-chance giver. The man could admit he did his wrongs in life, but he also did his rights. After all, being the owner of a big shot company of medical supplies with his name being known to all, it even being used to name a hospital in town, a man’s got to learn from life’s lessons. But how would he learn from this one?

“P-Please I’m sure w-we could…” The old man swallowed a lump that somehow mysteriously formed and lodged in his throat, “…f-figure something o-out?” His words were almost breathless.

He brought the hand that gripped his knee to his mouth, he coughed, and somewhere in the air the figure across him budged, only slightly, but budged nonetheless. The man felt this happening, and it was a weird sensation that crawled his skin, made it cold, and slid down his back. Never in his life had he felt naked when fully clothed. Although he couldn’t see the figure before him, something deep inside him tugged at the nerves in his hands, and pulled them up and in front of his face in an act of defense.

“P-Please, wh-what have I d-done?” The man cried out, his voice finally cracked. He couldn’t hold that pulsing sob in his throat anymore, and once those words finally slipped past his lips, a longing cry closely followed.

And even through the nerve-wracking scene, a teenager would find thrilling at a horror movie, the business man refused to shut his eyes, and so allowed his wise brown gaze to settle upon the darkened silhouette that was now becoming clear to him. The massive blob enclosed on a shape, but no matter how hard the old man squinted his eyes to make out a face, he came to no avail; however, the man did feel a shift in the air and a more pressuring presence before him.

Whoever that towered him must’ve paced closer. The thunder rolled outside.

And in an instance the old man resumed his frightened position, hands blocking his face, but eyes locked on the shifting abyss. “P-please, just tell me, wh-what have I done?”

“Plenty.” Lightning lit the room. The old man’s eyes widened in horror and recognition.

“Y-you!” Was all the man could cry out as the culprit brought down its weapon upon the crown of his head. The man’s lifeless body collapsed to the floor in a heap; thick, crimson liquid soon leaked the cranium that gave the room a murky atmosphere, yet somewhere in the room a smile stretched far, and wide. “Plenty,” it repeated.

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And Finally - -

I, Krank, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

A C C E P T E D !