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Full Name: Tess Marie Holmes
Age: 15
Date of birth: December 12
Birthplace: Paris, France
Current home: London, UK
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexual Alignment: Straight
Wand type: 12”, Unicorn, Elder Wood
Hair colour and style: Long Brown hair, usually wavy when natural, but put together, it’s straighter.
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 5’4
Body type: Petite, medium build
Dress sense: Fashionable, every option if meticulously picked out.
Birthmarks: N/A
Tattoos: Blackbird on her calf.
Scars: N/A
Piercings: Just her ears
Likes: (3 minimum)
Books - Being a shy child growing up, books were the best place for her to escape and truly be as adventurous as she always wanted. It comforted her in the loneliest of times.
Ocean - The ocean has always brought her peace and she always found herself being lead to there in her darkest times. For her, her dream home would be by the beach so she can be at peace in her mind, body and spirit.
Animals - She has a soft spot for animals due to their transparency. They were never complicated and never caused so many issues as humans do.
Dislikes: (3 minimum)
Crowds : Ever since she was young, the idea of being surrounded by a large crowd of people made her claustrophobic. She likes being alone for most of her time and only goes to crowds if absolutely necessary.
Arrogance : She has always disliked arrogance as her father oozed it growing up. She finds that the humblest of people should be heard over the boasters.
Insects: She has never found a bug that she did like. Even butterflies give her anxiety.
Strengths: (3 minimum)
Her Mind: She knew from a young age that her brain was a bit different than most. She retained information quicker than normal and got out of trouble using it.
Her Voice: Rather than concentrate on using brute strength she found herself being defended by a sharp tongue. A sharper tongue cuts deeper than any sword and she found peace in that.
Elemental Magic: Her family has always had a fondness for their element. Her family has used wandless elemental magic like the original witches and wizards. She uses it in combat rather than her wand if she had a preference.
Weaknesses: (3 minimum)
Physical Strength - She has never been too fond of using her fists to defend herself and so in turn, she is not as strong as she pretends she is.
Anxiety: From a young age she has dealt with anxiety over the unknown. The more control she has in her life, the less likely that a panic attack might occur.
Lack of Spontaneity: She has never been someone to run off and do something wild. From her conservative beginnings, she has always found herself being told that a person without a plan was a fool and she refused to be lesser than that.
Positive traits: (3 minimum)
Intelligent: She has always been a bright witch and has known it. From books to magic, she excelled in everything she has tried because she HAS to. Imperfection meant failure in the eyes of her father.
Loyal: She loves and cares for every person that has made an impact in her life. She has never once thought that she wasted time on someone that was not worth it, for only a few people have gotten to her and she stands by them.
Ambitious: She always strives to reach her goal and so far everything has gone her way. The thought of failure is too horrible to even fathom, so she always pushes for more.
Negative traits: (3 minimum)
Ambitious: It is a double-edged sword. When she was younger, she was seen as a cold individual unwilling to back down and willing to push anyone out of the way if it meant getting her goal. This is still a work in progress.
Cold: She has always been seen as a little ice queen. Unapproachable to many, she found herself realizing that she was pushing people away before she even got to know them. Only a few have slipped through the broken ice, and have warmed her heart, but it’s not easy.
Untrusting: It’s hard for her to trust anyone, especially her heart. She has found herself pushing people away before they got the chance to know her and she knows that the thought of getting her heart broken is ten times worse than being alone.
The Holmes family is a very complicated one. She is the second born from a marriage that was never truly considered real. Her father had married only because it had been arranged for political purposes. Aria D’Amour came from a French Background but came from America for her to marry Sherringford Holmes. She was promised as a pureblood family and as soon as her papers proved it, they were married.
Tess does not remember much about her early childhood. Her grand-mère simply waves it off saying that it's a mere coping mechanism and she's too afraid to disagree. From the pictures that are still left over, his mother truly loved her. Most of her baby pictures are with her, and the only one she does have of her father is the family portrait taken for the estate. Her mother did not last long with them; her older brother Mycroft was born eight years before her and was a successful child. Two miscarriages later and then Winston was born. Winston was the surprise child and while they believed they were done, the trying had to continue. After three miscarriages, Tess was born and many cheered for their was more than one child to be heir. Tess was only three when the true nature of her mother was discovered.
Her grand-mère was the one to realize that Aria had been stealing money from the Holmes family to her own. As it turns out she was pureblood, but from a poor American family. She had been promised as a rich pureblood so she could have a good life in Paris. Her father, in a rage, killed her mother. Her grand-mère assured her that was not the case but Tess did not believe her one bit. The rest of her life was filled with orders, expectations and goals that she had to achieve. Her father was a high member of the Ministry and had the power to cover anything unsightly blemish in their family. Her brother is a success in his own right and he is the perfect child. He was Headboy in his youth, aced his exams and now works in a minor position within the Ministry. Winston in turn found a good life in athletics.
Tess on the other hand had a bit tougher road. His father did not want to look at her at first. Not only was she a girl, but she looked like her mother, at least that’s what her grand-mère said. He sent her to live in Paris for the 13 years after her mother’s death with her grandmother, so she went to Beauxbatons during that time. There she camouflaged herself behind the silk uniforms and the air of propriety that kept people out of her business. She thrived there, having some resemblance of childhood until her father was convinced that she be moved back to London. People asked questions and when she was at an adolescent age, and marriage began to be talked about. Thankfully for every prospect that was sent her way she shunned them. Her grand-mère taught her a way to shun them without it being obvious that it was her doing.
Her only escape in all of this was Hogwarts where she was placed in Slytherin. That was the first time that her father told her he was proud of her. She glowed in glee for the first few days as she walked through the halls with her head held high. In her sixth year she currently finds herself trying to figure out who she is in this big world.
Mother:
Name: Aria D’Amour
Age: 30
Living or Deceased: Deceased
Blood type or Species: Halfblood
Occupation: N/A
Father:
Name: Sherringford Holmes
Age: 52
Living or Deceased: Living
Blood type or Species: Pureblood
Occupation: Ministry Head
Siblings:
Name: Mycroft Holmes
Age: 24
Living or Deceased: Living
Blood type or Species: Pureblood
Occupation: Ministry Worker
Siblings:
Name: Winston Holmes
Age: 20
Living or Deceased: Living
Blood type or Species: Pureblood
Occupation: Quidditch Player
Spouse/Boyfriend/Girlfriend/Partner/Fiance:
Name: N/A
Age:
Living or Deceased:
Blood type or Species:
Occupation:
Children:
Name: N/A
Age:
Living or Deceased:
Blood type or Species:
Occupation:
Pets:
Name: Luna
Age: 8 months
Living or Deceased: Living
Blood type or Species: Arctic Fox found by Mycroft and being nursed by Tess
Family History
The origin of Holmes began with the name coming from someone who lived next to a holly tree, from the Middle English holm. It was one of the oldest pureblood families in England. Their biggest rise in power came with being in the Wizarding Round Table, bringing the ideals of Enlightenment and wanting to educate those who needed it. But they were intelligent enough to want to teach it for a price. By the eighteenth century they were a force to be reckoned with, being big in their governmental work. Many were seen a brave Aurors or intellectuals who became scholars and/or analyst within the ministry. By the time of the first war, they were seen in the community being as active as possible. They worked their way into being themselves as equals to other purebloods if not higher. They were very adamant about being very selective of their breeding. During the second wizarding war, they moved to France, they did not want to take part of the war, and the growing power within the unclean community was enough for them to seek exile. But while they did not fight with wands, they fought with words. They exceeded in politics and shined by being the voice of reason. They were good enough to make everyone think they got what they wanted. Trickery at it's finest.
Current Family
Her current family is still heavily involved in politics and are very close to one another. Sherringford cares for his children in a detached sort of way. His love is shown in the form of money and what they have to show in society. He is proud that Mycroft is in politics and his bachelor style while frustrating, he finds charming in his sort of way. His frustration comes more from Tess who looks more like the lying wife he once had. Still, he cares for her only because she will one day be tied down and her pretty face will earn their family more power.
The only true love that Tess knows is of her Grand-mère. Her prominent traits are her sharp wit, high cunning and intelligence. A politically astute woman, she has been in politics (behind the scenes) since she was young. She has a very dark sense of humor and likes to mock those around her, including her own family. Despite this, she clearly loves her family dearly, especially Tess. Tess' admiration for her grandmother is genuine and as she's been her longest standing supporter Tess does not know what she would do without her.
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| Summer Love (AU)
Tess prided herself in being independent, so when Rhian told her that she was going to Training camp during their summer out of Uni, she pretended not to care. She even helped her pack and pushed her out. It was only when Rhian left that she realized she was spending six months alone.
She was never clingy, but in so many years of spending time together, Tess just knew that her summer would involve six months of her doing her internship, and looking at muggle telly that Rhian got for them. She was never social and she figured it was too late to find friends at this day and age. Nineteen was an awkward time.
Two Weeks Later…
She was dying. Muggle telly only soothed her loneliness somewhat, but she was itching for the sunlight. Looking around she realized she had already read through everything on their shelf. This called for a mission. She had never gone to the Muggle bookstore without Rhian, mostly due to her anxiety over what might occur. As much as her father drilled in her head about the importance of avoiding the muggle world, the literature called out to her in a way where she could not deny it. Rushing to her room, she slipped on a sundress and some heels before leaving towards the unknown.
She smiled once she saw the bookstore. It was a tiny thing from the outside, but as she pushed the door she sighed taking in the smell of old books.
“Good Morning Tess, it’s nice to see you again” the bookkeeper said.
The old man knew her well and she smiled before heading to the classic section. She had a soft spot for Shakespearean romance and as she traced the spine of the books, Tess finally felt at home.
While perusing, her hand went towards Twelfth Night, that is until someone’s larger hand covered her own.
“Oh!” they both said at the same time.
Looking over she saw what was probably the cutest man she had ever seen. He was not traditionally handsome, but with his lopsided smile and his scruffy hair, something in her flipped. She pulled her hand back immediately and flushed at the mere contact with him.
“I’m sorry” they both said.
She didn’t know what to do. She prided herself in never being awkward, but when they had touched she felt something that she’d never felt before: a spark. He seemed just as unassuming and she felt safe over this.
“I didn’t know there were others that liked Twelfth Night” she murmured softly as he handed her the book.
“I’m Damien” he smiled charmingly at her, “and we are a rare breed of people”
The question in his eyes was clear. Even someone as socially awkward as her knew those signs. She would usually ignore anyone else, but something told her to go for it.
“Tess” she breathed out. “My name is Tess”
“That’s a gorgeous name” he grinned.
She flushed and muttered a thank you before she began to walk away. It was when she walked to the register that she realized he was following her.
“I don’t mean to be intrusive…but would you like to go get coffee. If you’re not busy”
“In this heat?” she couldn’t help but grin as he faltered
“No..I mean…um….”
“Some lemonade would be nice”
“I know a place!” he said in a volume louder than expected. She jumped but knew that this was a very good sign.
“I’d like that” and she realized that she did.
When she went to pay, the bookshop keeper only winked as she paid and she was mortified at him. Still, when they got outside and began to walk, she wondered just where they were going.
“Is it far from here?” she asked.
“Six or so blocks” he smiled.
She was going to ask why they didn’t just apparate there, until he began to tell her his line of work. He was a journalist for a Muggle newspaper chain. She somehow did not realize that this man was a muggle himself until now.
She shook slightly as he took her hand as she had never really spoken to muggle before, that is if not the book keeper himself. The Muggle world was forbidden for a reason and now she knew why.
Still, as they spoke, she found herself smiling more and feeling like she had known him all her life. Lying was really the hard part, but she kept it vague; her father worked in politics, she was in nursing school and that her friend was a vet. He laughed at her jokes and she laughed at his. This was definitely a change she was not expecting.
Four Months Later..
 
Tess didn’t know what happened, but she actually felt like she loved Damien already. He was smart, charming, kind, goofy and made her laugh. While she was scared over the fact that he was a muggle, he seemed to take every quirk of hers in stride. For example, he never pushed why he couldn’t pick her up from her home, but she insisted that she was always out. She didn’t dare yet tell him her secret of being a witch. With every question, she merely distracted him.
And those kisses really were distracting. When they kissed she felt her heart speed up and her toes curl. She had actually gone to his flat and enjoyed spending lazy summers snogging him on the couch. She never let it get too far, in fear that her father found out. She muttered that she was waiting for marriage and he didn’t push her.
It was that night when they pulled away from a snog that he muttered the words that she wasn’t expecting.
“I think I love you” he ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. She felt safe, warm and most of all loved.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did” she whispered with a smile.
“I’m glad” he smiled himself before kissing her once more.
He was not someone she ever expected to fall for. He was a blue collar muggle who went from paycheck to paycheck and had no knowledge of the world she lived in. She was scared to tell him, to expose a world that seemed like fantasy. But as he kissed her collarbone, and trailed his hands down her naked back, she knew she had to. She didn’t know what his response would be, but she had to try to legitimize all of this.
“Damien? Would you love me if I was different?” she whispered.
“Of course, that’s what makes you special” he kissed her neck.
“You promise” her breath hitched.
“Promise”
She wanted to tell him then and there, but as he continued to caress her and making her feel loved, she didn’t want to burst this bubble.
Two months later...
“You’re a freak” he hissed at her.
She didn’t know how this turned out this way. Everything seemed perfect; he had showed that he was serious about her and she had let him into her heart without even thinking it over. Yet when she had told him that she was a witch, and showed him her magic he looked at her with so much disgust.
“I’m not! Damien” she moved closer only to have him moved back scared for her to even touch him. “Please…I thought you loved me” her voice cracked. “You…you told me it was okay to be different. You promised!”
“You’re a freak, you…you shouldn’t exist! God, what if I don’t even love you? What if…did you put a spell on me?”
“What?” she wanted to yell, but the accusation was too much. “I would never….”
“I knew it was too fast…the way I felt for you was rushed.”
“No, please…please believe me. I didn’t fake anything” She began to cry at the thought of him thinking this wasn’t genuine.
“I hate you…you faked this, all of this. God, how could I let you do this? I hate-“
Without thinking she lifted her hand and pointed it at him.
“Obliviate” she cried out.
Tess made him forget her, forget their love, their kisses. She then had him pass out while she let herself cry. Falling to the ground she sobbed over her biggest fear being realized. She knew from the beginning this would end badly but still she foolishly let herself fall for him.
She rushed out of his flat, refusing to apparate in fear of splicing herself in this emotional state. She wanted to forget, forget his promises and allow herself to just not feel. But she knew it was dangerous to do the charm on herself. So she did what was best. Rushing to her townhouse, she pulled out her cauldron and began to mix. She threw in everything refusing her hands to start shaking over her emotions. When the blue liquid bubbled, she took out a ladle and sipped it.
The potion immediately dulled her emotions. Her heart was broken, but this potion would make it numb. She put the rest in vials, her hands no longer shaking for everything was fine. It was when she hid them in the room that she noticed the pictures she had there. He had invaded her world and she was not having it. While Tess couldn’t bear to throw them out, she threw them in a box at the back of her closet.
The next morning, Rhian came and found her on the couch reading a book.
“Hello! Aren’t you excited to see me?” she waved her hands around to get Tess’ attention.
“Of course I am” Tess smiled lazily, “I was just reading”
Rhian huffed.
“Is that seriously all you did? You read?”
“Yeah…” Tess trailed off. The potion thankfully stopped her from any intense emotion.
“You left Twelfth Night on the ground.”
“Oh…throw that away.”
Rhine looked confused.
“You don’t like the book? You love Shakespeare!”
“I just really hate that one”
Rhian shrugged and did as told throwing it in the back of the bookshelf. She was unwilling to throw any book out.
“So wanna hear about my summer?”
“I’m all ears Rhi”
And with that the older girl began to chat and Tess forced herself to listen Slowly but surely she moved on, never willing to allow herself to be weak again.
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The manor was decorated in an impeccable fashion; one would think this was to ring in the festivities and create a warm atmosphere, but she knew that was not the case. An interior decorator had come in the morning and added every single item to set the scene for what they described as a holiday party. It was apparently an annual thing; one where families would come together with other families and charmingly gloat about the accomplishments of their children as if it was a county fair. It was absolutely disgusting and something her father prided himself in.
This was the first time she was being properly presented to Wizarding Society as she was now sixteen. A proper age to really bring attention to her and start the dreaded conversation of marriage. Disgusting really. Yet she found herself staring at herself in the vanity taking in her appearance. Her hair was pinned up from to allow her slender neck to show; her shoulders were bare, as the transparent chiffon secured her white dress. It was proper, unless she leaned forward; she had tested it out a few times to be sure to have the proper actions be taken. Sighing, she applied the last touch on her lips, making her lips look bright red to catch people's attention.
It was really a shame that her grand-mere wasn't there. When she had reached out to her, the old woman simply scoffed and said she would never go back to Britain unless it was in a casket. Anyone else would have been scandalized but Tess merely whispered that she would miss her dearly and promised to go to Paris as soon as she was given permission. The pop signaled that a house elf was here.
"Missy is time for entrance, Master said so"
Tess murmured a soft thank you signaling that the elf should leave. Another pop. She could do this. Getting up, she looked at herself in a detached sort of way. She looked like a porcelain doll: beautiful, fragile, and easily broken. She forced herself to walk out with confidence; there was only so much she had to do.
Seeing her brother at the top of the staircase almost made her scowl. She had still not forgiven him for forcing this change in her, but it was not the time, at least not now to make a proper scene. She slid her arm in his as both siblings were announced.
'One...two...three.....' She counted each step to make sure she would not mess up. When the sharp heels reached the ballroom, she knew she'd made it.
"You can do this little dove" Myce whispered softly before giving her a kiss on the cheek. His job was done, but she swore his kiss was almost apologetic. He too went off to act as he should. Show polite interests at the young women there, but making sure not to promise something he could not commit to. Funny how his game was less dangerous, yet she was seen as the delicate flower.
Now for the real acting to begin. Moving along she greeted the families, ignoring the coos of appreciation when they found her accent to be so charming, and delicate. To those comments she simply smiled in a way a dimple would show and moved along with as much grace that she could. But there was only so much that she could do...only so much she could behave.
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It had been hours that the party never seemed to end. Huffing slightly, she studied the room as she too another sip of wine. This was her second glass and she felt her cheeks warm from the drink. She was always a lightweight no matter how much her grand-mere tried to teach her. Still, she swore up and down that it was the lack of food that had brought this upon herself. She could not eat in the dress so tight. It was when her eyes trailed that she realized someone was looking directly at her.
His eyes were bright and when she looked right at him he did not look away, instead he lifted his glass of wine in the air as if it was a greeting. In any other moment she would have been mortified but at the moment she was two glasses in, bored, and there was a game afoot. She lifted her brow at him as if she was asking him what he wanted. In turn, he intensified his gaze and placed his lips against the rim of his glass only to take a long sip, amusement clear in his gaze. Her cheek reddened as he licked his lips afterwards. She looked around; this was indeed dangerous.
Still, as he signaled her to go to the gardens during the harsh winter, she found herself actually contemplating it. What could go wrong? Biting her lip she wondered what she should do. 'When do you do things without thinking?' The answer was never. But as he began to walk, uncaring if she followed or not, she figured that she could do something daring just once in her miserable life.
She was breathing heavily and fuzzily wondered how things had turned out like this. His hands were warm against her waist and his grip was unforgiving that she had to admit she enjoyed more than anything. She wasn't sure if she was shivering from the breeze or the hot kisses that went from her formerly red lips or from the nips against her neck. His hands showed his experience as he played her body like a harp. No kiss had felt like this before.
But she was not merely an instrument to be played; her hands had entangled themselves in his dark hair. Her legs were lasciviously wrapped around his waist as his hand trailed down her leg. There was no conversation from the first moment they exited. It was clear that this was a mere meeting. But neither cared. As his hand rose higher and began to trail towards more intimate places, she slipped her hand down and tugged it away. That was off the table; she was stupid and buzzed, but she knew better. In response he merely tugged her bottom lip, but did as he was signaled.
"Not tonight" she breathed out as his hands slid up her back and towards the strings that kept her dress from slipping. She found some sick enjoyment at the idea of being ravished in such a pure color. A 'screw you' to Wizarding society by allowing herself to feel. She didn't even catch his name, only knew that she liked whatever this was, even if it was only for one night.
"Next time" he whispered in response. The confidence in his tone made her laugh, genuinely and carefree. There would be no next time, she'd make sure of that. There was no need to be entrapped in a situation without consent. No matter how warm his hands made her feel, she would not fall into that trap. Tess refused to response, instead she went for his lips once more, taking in the taste of nicotine with pleasure. It was wrong, improper and the exact thing she needed.
"You get away from that boy right now Tess Marie!" a sharp hiss came from the moving bush.
Both teens pulled away instantly, but only one looked ashamed. As she looked at the supposed Casanova she felt disgust rise within her at how scared he looked. Pathetic The mood was definitely ruined, not by the intrusion of her brother, who she would gladly ignore, but rather the spineless actions of her conspirer. She kept her gaze steadily with her older brother, even as she unwrapped her legs from the boy.
She ignored the tight grip on her arm as he pulled tugged her away. She refused to be ashamed of her actions. If they taunted people with her supposed sexuality, why would she not simply own it and claim it as her own.
"Don't you ever get near here unless you want to be castrated, is that understood?" Mycroft hissed.
The boy nodded fearfully and ran off. Tess rolled her eyes, especially as her brother pulled her roughly back into the manner. He spoke over and over again at how lucky she was that their father was playing parlor games and had not noticed her disappearance. She refused to even engage in a conversation for she had won the battle. If they wanted her to use sex appeal for their benefit she would use it in he own terms.
"You could have tainted yourself" he exclaimed as he shoved her into her room. "I won't tell father for your own sake, but make sure that that family will never be invited to another gather again."
When he realize he would be getting no response, he groaned angrily and made a motion to leave her room.
"I don't care if you disinvite his family" she called out making him freeze. "I don't care what you do with him. This wasn't about him...if you keep making me do this, I'll make sure that this will keep happening and I'll even let father know"
"Don't you test my patience Tess" he warned.
"And I ask the same of you" she replied coldly.
He slammed the door and made sure to lock it behind him. But she didn't care. Walking towards her mirror she took her appearance.Her hair had been pulled and the strands of hair fell messily down her shoulders. The white dress was smudged by red lipstick from the boy who was marked by her. She had red marks all over her body and she found herself grinning widely. No one would use her as a pawn. She would be her own queen.
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"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose,Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça me fait quelque chose. Il est entré dans mon cœur une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie."
There were brief moments when she allowed herself the simplicity of simply dancing around in her room. Her father was out doing business, her brother was off at the ICWW, and she allowed herself to simply be. The song in her heart was always the same. La Vie en Rose. It seemed silly; for her such a downer about love to have her heart swell at the thought of a love song, but it did. She loved the romanticism of the words, of the hopes and dreams of love.
So as she sang aloud, and her music box continued to create the melody, she in turn picked up her fat kitten and spun around her room. Thankfully her lovely kitten had gotten used to her silliness and simply let her be. She allowed herself the simple moments of silliness if only to be able to act her age once.
"Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be La vie en rose."
Her kitten meowed being asked to be released and she laughed before plopping herself down at her beauty stand. She hummed softly and brushed her hair, wondering how she would spend the day in the boring estate. The maids were of no form of entertainment, her father was out of the question and there were only a few moments her kitten allowed her to bother him.
She sang softly, that is until she heard his voice.
"Why do you never sing like this when I have my business partners come here?"
Turning to face her father she refused to look embarrassed. Instead, the grip on her brush grew tighter and she turned back to the mirror allowing herself some dignity.
"You first complain I never pay attention to you and now you ignore me? What a ungrateful daughter?"
He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. Immediately she placed her brush down and looked up at the man whose approval she sought out since the moment she could say "Daddy". She hadn't called him that since she realized it was pointless and he wouldn't find space in his heart for her.
"I did not mean to offend you father" she whispered softly.
"There's no need to apologize, all I ask is that you need to be more charming to my guests. All have eligible sons that could promise you a fine future. Living like a princess that you were born to be." He kissed her cheek.
She closed her eyes before briefly taking in the image that seemed so unnatural. Her father being so caring and showing affection made her nervous. A tight smile rose before she figured out what he wanted.
"Who is downstairs father?" she asked.
"Hm" a smirk formed against her cheek before he pulled back. "At least you have a good head on your shoulders. Very well, I have a business partner with me and he brought his son. It seems that he has been viewing you from your balcony and has heard you sing. Why not simply meet with him? He's English, good for someone like you."
She bit her tongue refusing to say anything else, but knowing he could not take it out on her something allowed herself to work.
"What songbird have you made me out to be?" she murmured and ignored how the grip on her shoulders tightened.
"You ask such stupid questions"
"Because I'm a stupid girl I suppose?"
"Watch your mouth Tess Marie or else you won't be heading to Paris."
The warning sufficed as she bit her tongue. Once more he kissed her cheek before murmuring that she go down and simply sing softly and spend time with the boy. As the door closed she refused to let tears fall, even as her vision blurred. Her kitten meowed to comfort her as best he could, but nothing would work.
Getting up she went through the motions refusing to let her spirit be broken. She would be better, she would get stronger and when it was time she would get out of her glamorous cage. She had to. So as she slid the lipstick across her lips, she forced a smile on her face. Close, so close.
"Tess Marie guests are here."
"Coming Father!'
A false smile arose to her face before she rushed out. She could do this. She was stronger than anything he threw her way.
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. |
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| | Subject: Re: Tess Marie Holmes Fri Dec 22, 2017 5:57 am | |
| Dear Ms. Holmes,
It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been selected to the position of Sixth Year Prefect from Slytherin House for the academic year of 2023/2024. The position is an honor awarded to students who show promise both in the field of academics and extracurricular activities. The position is renewable at the end of each academic year should the student continue to perform well and upholds him or herself to the standard expected of a Hogwarts Prefect.
Your duties begin from the first day of term with your specific assignments being given by the current Head Boy and Head Girl. Please report to them on the Hogwarts Express in the Prefect’s Carriage to find out more. The Joint Heads will also be responsible for giving out your assignments over the year and measuring your progress. Their word on how you conduct yourself will go a long way towards my decision in renewing your post for another year. I advise your reach out to them with any questions or concerns you may have for the upcoming year.
All that remains is for me to wish you the best of luck in your journey as a student leader. Do not take this role lightly for it comes with more responsibility than you’ve ever had in your career as a student thus far. I look forwards to seeing you at the start of term.
Adelaide Goshawk Andrei Kessler
Headmistress Assistant Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Head of Ravenclaw House ________________________________________________ | |
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