Post by EVERETTE PHOENIX LESTRANGE on Jan 16, 2015 3:59:31 GMT
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[attr="class","kName"]EVERETTE PHOENIX LESTRANGE
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[attr="class","kLyrics"]Get me the thing that I love.
And turn the lights on.
And turn the lights on.
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[attr="class","kTag"]CALL ME
[attr="class","kTagtext"]EVER
[attr="class","kTag"]18
[attr="class","kTagtext"]YEARS YOUNG
[attr="class","kTag"]PUREBLOOD PRINCESS
[attr="class","kTagtext"]ORDER'S SECRET WEAPON
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In the beginning…
Once upon a time, there was a prestigious pureblood family. They knew what they wanted and worked incredibly hard for it. In this family lived Rabastan and Annabelle. They were a happy and powerful couple. Living was much more then surviving is was dominating. The two with a couple other families were similar in their thoughts and so began the plan.
While things were being processed, Rabastan and Annabelle ended up giving life to five healthy kids. One of which was Everette Phoenix Lestrange.
Everette was the smallest baby in the Lestrange family. She had to be transported to St. Mungos for a couple of weaks before she was brought home. Why? The infant was born a couple of weeks too early. If that wasn’t a sign to her independence, then nobody can guess what could be.
Then there was a childhood…
Everette’s childhood just like any other. She was lavished with riches and given everything she needed and more.
There was a standard that each member of the Lestrange family needed to uphold. Each person had their place and destiny was written for them. It was all Ever knew. Each sibling was made for something and Everette was apparently was born to be their politician.
At young age, Ever was taught to read and write. After that came the many, many tutors. One after another, specialized in something began teaching Ever. She learned everything there had to be learned and more. Dark Arts was what focused especially. Ever was to be their best asset while at home and for a good while, she was perfect.
She needed an education…
Before she eleventh birthday, Everette received a letter to attend Drumstrang. It was a promising school for those of the Death Eater descent. Every school supply she held was brand new. No hammy downs for a Lestrange. She bought all her books and for once, she was incredibly excited to get away from her home. It was sufforacting where she lived. She was always watched and told how to behave. Everything she said, everything she did was the right thing and she was the person who made sure she never said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing.
And so, Ever left to school.
Dumtrang was just like home. Everything was just like home. She learned quickly why they wanted her there and why they chose the school. Dark Arts was studied there and many of the teachers along with students thought the same way. There was no possible way Ever could grow out of who she had grown up to be, there was no freedom. And so, Ever learned to live in the society she was destined to be part of.
Her first year was easy. Everyone knew her name. They either feared her or tried to get as close as possible to her. There was no way around it. No one really cared to get to actually know her or enjoy her company. Just make the Lestrange Princess happy and all will be alright. That was what they called her, Princess. She never got dirty and she never went against her parents’ word.
When that year left, the second one came. She was a little more comfortable and confident by this time. Ever couldn’t do much to change the life she was given so she was going to rule it and make it the best once she had.
Ever kept on living. Her third year was like the last and so was her forth. As for her fifth, that was when everything changed.
When Ever was fifteen, Death Eaters began their move. Her parents were constantly busy. They were doing one thing or another and Ever began her torture training. For being so young, Ever knew more than one thing about torture. Since she was still too young for wand use, her father showed her other ways, potions, how to properly use a knife and the like. When her sixth year came, Ever found herself in a new school, Hogwarts. It was definitely a new transition. Along with a new fiancé, Mattheui Carrow. She was supposed to take Hogwarts head on, but the kid ran.
At her new school, it was either fear or hatred, that was what she got. Every time. No friends, no family, Ever was completely alone and the more alone she was, the more she fell into the darkness that was her family tree. She was just like any other Death Eater at the school, she was made a prefect and instructed to torture, she was even having fun with it.
Her seventh year came. Miss Lestrange held nothing but top marks and was promoted to Head Girl. The summer before she was also promoted to full on Death Eater, she showed her mark with pride. Seventh year was her last year and then she graduated.
The Adult Life...
After graduation, Ever took up no job, no training. Her parents kept her home. Ever spent days, no end, turning off her emotion and torturing each pour soul who was dragged in. Ever never questioned it until the moment she officially saw someone die and by her hand.
Torturing was one thing. But killing, Ever didn’t like it. She had always heard someone losing their life, but she never experienced it. After that, every little thing Ever knew was not was she knew. She rethought every thing in her life and decided it was not the life for her.
A change of Heart...
Granted, it was a year or so before she caught word of the Order. She got in contact with them and told them she wanted a different life and was wiling to help the Order in any way she could. For the last year or so, Ever still tortures but nothing like before. She also never took another life. As she continued the high life as Lestrange’s Princess, Ever is feeding information to the Order, hoping it would make a difference.
In the beginning…
Once upon a time, there was a prestigious pureblood family. They knew what they wanted and worked incredibly hard for it. In this family lived Rabastan and Annabelle. They were a happy and powerful couple. Living was much more then surviving is was dominating. The two with a couple other families were similar in their thoughts and so began the plan.
While things were being processed, Rabastan and Annabelle ended up giving life to five healthy kids. One of which was Everette Phoenix Lestrange.
Everette was the smallest baby in the Lestrange family. She had to be transported to St. Mungos for a couple of weaks before she was brought home. Why? The infant was born a couple of weeks too early. If that wasn’t a sign to her independence, then nobody can guess what could be.
Then there was a childhood…
Everette’s childhood just like any other. She was lavished with riches and given everything she needed and more.
There was a standard that each member of the Lestrange family needed to uphold. Each person had their place and destiny was written for them. It was all Ever knew. Each sibling was made for something and Everette was apparently was born to be their politician.
At young age, Ever was taught to read and write. After that came the many, many tutors. One after another, specialized in something began teaching Ever. She learned everything there had to be learned and more. Dark Arts was what focused especially. Ever was to be their best asset while at home and for a good while, she was perfect.
She needed an education…
Before she eleventh birthday, Everette received a letter to attend Drumstrang. It was a promising school for those of the Death Eater descent. Every school supply she held was brand new. No hammy downs for a Lestrange. She bought all her books and for once, she was incredibly excited to get away from her home. It was sufforacting where she lived. She was always watched and told how to behave. Everything she said, everything she did was the right thing and she was the person who made sure she never said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing.
And so, Ever left to school.
Dumtrang was just like home. Everything was just like home. She learned quickly why they wanted her there and why they chose the school. Dark Arts was studied there and many of the teachers along with students thought the same way. There was no possible way Ever could grow out of who she had grown up to be, there was no freedom. And so, Ever learned to live in the society she was destined to be part of.
Her first year was easy. Everyone knew her name. They either feared her or tried to get as close as possible to her. There was no way around it. No one really cared to get to actually know her or enjoy her company. Just make the Lestrange Princess happy and all will be alright. That was what they called her, Princess. She never got dirty and she never went against her parents’ word.
When that year left, the second one came. She was a little more comfortable and confident by this time. Ever couldn’t do much to change the life she was given so she was going to rule it and make it the best once she had.
Ever kept on living. Her third year was like the last and so was her forth. As for her fifth, that was when everything changed.
When Ever was fifteen, Death Eaters began their move. Her parents were constantly busy. They were doing one thing or another and Ever began her torture training. For being so young, Ever knew more than one thing about torture. Since she was still too young for wand use, her father showed her other ways, potions, how to properly use a knife and the like. When her sixth year came, Ever found herself in a new school, Hogwarts. It was definitely a new transition. Along with a new fiancé, Mattheui Carrow. She was supposed to take Hogwarts head on, but the kid ran.
At her new school, it was either fear or hatred, that was what she got. Every time. No friends, no family, Ever was completely alone and the more alone she was, the more she fell into the darkness that was her family tree. She was just like any other Death Eater at the school, she was made a prefect and instructed to torture, she was even having fun with it.
Her seventh year came. Miss Lestrange held nothing but top marks and was promoted to Head Girl. The summer before she was also promoted to full on Death Eater, she showed her mark with pride. Seventh year was her last year and then she graduated.
The Adult Life...
After graduation, Ever took up no job, no training. Her parents kept her home. Ever spent days, no end, turning off her emotion and torturing each pour soul who was dragged in. Ever never questioned it until the moment she officially saw someone die and by her hand.
Torturing was one thing. But killing, Ever didn’t like it. She had always heard someone losing their life, but she never experienced it. After that, every little thing Ever knew was not was she knew. She rethought every thing in her life and decided it was not the life for her.
A change of Heart...
Granted, it was a year or so before she caught word of the Order. She got in contact with them and told them she wanted a different life and was wiling to help the Order in any way she could. For the last year or so, Ever still tortures but nothing like before. She also never took another life. As she continued the high life as Lestrange’s Princess, Ever is feeding information to the Order, hoping it would make a difference.
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