hi, ive just updated the first magical experience.


So, who is Kleorka? Let me tell you. I want to begin with her nickname. Kleorka is a very beautiful name, but sometimes it is just too long, so her friends refer to her as Kleo too.

Kleo was born on August second 2015, to her Muggle parents.
The Darmovzal family had been living in a town called Břeclav, right on the border with Austria, in the Czech Republic — about 25 thousand people live there.

They stayed in Břeclav up until autumn 2024. So when Kleorka was nine years old, they moved to the dream destination of her parents - Edinburgh. Her mom and dad both finally found a perfect job opportunity there, and they also found a nice place to live. But the best part was that they reunited with Kleos' grandparents, who had settled in the Scottish countryside many years before.

Kleorka already knew the area and place, because she used to visit her grandparents every summer.

When they were sending Kleo to Scotland to her grandparents, the parents were hoping she'd pick up some English — they were already planning the move by then anyway. But her grandparents just kept speaking Czech with her. She just never really felt like trying another language with them, to be honest. Not that she hated English or anything — Czech simply felt more natural when she talked to them, and that's probably part of why that place always felt like home, even being so far away from Czechia.

Anyway, when the family actually moved — Kleo, mom, dad, and her brother Andrew, who's three years older — she suddenly had to speak English at home with her parents, and that was rough at first, honestly kind of frustrating. But somehow she picked up the basics pretty fast anyway. She still struggles with it though — mixes words up sometimes, or just reaches for the Czech word instead because the English one won't come.

At school she does really well in the subjects that don't lean so heavily on language — maths, art, that kind of thing; she just breezes through those. Teachers say she's one of the smartest kids in her class.

As for how she dressed when she was little — her mom used to dress her up like a little doll, but once she got a bit older she rebelled a bit and wanted more casual stuff. Eventually she grew out of that phase too and just fell in love with the color purple, mostly because of a girl in her class she really admired. She ended up with lots of purple items, her favorite pieces were her leg warmers, which she proudly wore in winter over gray tights and light purple pants, topped with a winter coat, but it wasn't real fur of course.

One other thing that defined her for a long time was her aversion to high heels, on one hand, she was not the shortes one, with her being 146 centimeters tall, on the other hand,
she considered them absolutely impractical and completely baffling. That is why, whenever her mother was getting ready and putting on a pair of heels, this little girl would watch her with a look of bewilderment and stubbornness.

More to her look:
In winter, autumn, or spring her skin stays fair, but once summer hits and she gets a bit of sun it turns a bit olive. Her hair's wavy, goes all the way down to her waist — there's a lot of it, though the individual strands aren't all that thick.

Her eyes are kind of doll-shaped, with longer lashes — mostly gray-blue, but there's this light brown, almost yellow ring around the pupil. A friend once told her it looked like there was a little sunflower in there. Her nose is longer, sort of a Grecian shape, her cheekbones are more prominent after her mother, and her chin is narrow, her lips also look like those of a doll. Overall her face is heart-shaped, and somehow everything about it just works together — soft, gentle features, but there's also this spark of curiosity mixed with a kind of dreaminess that shows up in her expression a lot.

Yeah, she drifts off into daydreams a lot, and because of that she's always tripping over things, bumping into stuff, dropping things out of her hands. Constantly. But it doesn't really bother her — half the time she doesn't even notice she bumped into something, she just picks up whatever fell and keeps going. If she breaks something by accident, she apologizes and tries to make it right.

In these traits one can see she is, in many terms, really easygoing and calm. When there are a lot of homework and she feels like she might break down over it, it helps her to drift off into a daydream. In that moment, the assignments that would otherwise overwhelm and stress her, then seems to be distant, perceived only kind of halfway, as if through a fog. And yet, despite this, she paradoxically ends up handing in every single assignment conscientiously without breaking any deadline, without the stress ever truly touching her. So the daydreaming "thing" just seems to carry her through hard things rather than hold her back.

To her teachers, however, she was often seemed to be a little bit confused and off. At first, they assumed it was simply because English was new to her, but as the months passed and her english got better, they began to notice a different pattern and told her parents she was likely autistic or some other said she had ADHD. They suggested her to be tested in order to get official diagnoses, but her parents did not show any interessed, because for them, it was not important, they just loved her as she was, and didn't make a big deal out of what her teachers were saying, and neither did she. Kleos parents saw these things as part of what made her special, rather than something to be fixed. They thought her teachers were unable to see it that way, so they just put a label, in form of some diagnosis, on it instead.

Despite she continues to occasionally stumble on her words, she is exceptionally popular among her friends. Why they love her? Because she is always so open, and loving and they can feel the warmth. She is ready to do good even when it requires some sacrifice. Those traits managed to cross the language barrier way before her vocabulary did. Of course there are some people who are not particularly fond of her and her slightly off-the-beaten-path manners. Those people are sometimes even unfair to her, sometimes even mean, they are acting arrogantly in the sense that they constantly lecture and humiliate her. And she, how does she take it? She takes it all in stride. Her heart is open, but somehow also immune to those types of attacks.

She is so much fun to hang out with, and she always thinks of some crazy project or plan that makes people entertained and makes life exciting, lived to the fullest, as if she has some kind of gift and knows how to be happy by nature. She often does it in ways that are outside the box due to her curiosity.

She draws a lot during class — partly because it helps her calm down and focus, partly because when her English-speaking teachers talk too fast for her to keep up, sketching gives her something to hold onto until she catches back up.

As far as her home life is concerned, though, she isn’t around much either, no sooner does she return from school than she puts her bag down outside the door and heads off with her friends on an adventure around the neighborhood – climbing trees, observing insects, fishing in the river using a curtain, and playing villains-and-chasers.

In the evenings though, once she was actually home, she loved cuddling up with her mom, who'd always scratch her back or her legs for her. Her dad adored her too — she was his little princess, and even though he was the type to watch every penny, he could never really say no to her. But the other man in the family, her older brother Andrew, he didn't treat her very nicely. But she was still glad to have him around because he would play with her sometimes, even though, when they were playing board games, for example, it was only on the condition that she had to let him win. If things didn't go his way, he would storm off in a huff. Probably he was a bit jealous of her, as she was somehow always popular among her friends and had a lot more attention because she was generally very brave and never afraid to say or ask anything. He was, on the other hand, something of a loner, spending a lot of time alone, just reading encyclopedias or doing some weird math calculations. He doesn't speak a lot, but when he does, it is for the audience usually very untipical; for his classmates, he was kind of a weirdo. The issue was basically that he was too intelligent and too much of a genius to be understood by other children. So yeah, anyway, this contrast between them, that was caused a lot of drama between them, but in the end, none of that mattered, because he was her big brother and she was his little sister and they actually loved each other; they just kept it a secret.


And now — her first magical experience.

It was late August, summer of 2023, a few weeks after she'd turned 8. Kleo was over at her grandparents' place in Scotland, like every summer, out in the countryside. She and her brother were playing Vikings and Britons, chasing each other around, and at some point the chase carried them into the forest. Wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't started getting dark so fast.

Andrew didn't seem bothered, just kept the game going. Then at some point he ran off, got so far ahead she couldn't see him, couldn't hear him either. Where did he go? She started getting scared, but not for herself — for him. Why wasn't he shouting back? He couldn't have gotten that far. Something must've happened to him. She needed to find him, and fast.

Still nothing. No sign of him anywhere. And right when the panic hit its worst, right as everything in her was spiking — the wind picked up. Barely at first. Then another gust, this one stronger, and branches began falling off the trees around her.

She flinched. Then something caught her attention. All the branches were falling the same way. One landed right in front of her. Then another. Then one more. Leaves lifted off the ground, drifting through the trees almost like they were tracing out a path. Every twig, every branch that fell pointed the same direction — away from her, further into the woods.

She just stood there a second, kind of blank. She didn't get what was happening, but she knew, somehow, this wasn't just coincidence. Something told her to follow it, so she ran. Tripped over roots a couple times, nearly went down, but kept following the path. The wind kept blowing ahead of her, pushing the leaves along. After maybe two minutes the trees started thinning out.

And then she saw him. Andrew, lying at the bottom of a little slope.

"Andrew!"

She ran to him, slid down the slope, dropped to her knees beside him. "Andrew, Andrew, wake up!" She grabbed his shoulder, shook him. A second later he stirred, opened his eyes.

"Kleo...?"

She could've cried from relief right there. Hugged him so tight it probably hurt. And the second she did, the wind just stopped, completely.

He asked what happened — she told him he'd run off and must've fallen down the slope. But are you hurt or something? Can you walk? He said, I guess I can, but my head hurts a little bit.

Well, let's just try to put you on your feet. He stood up. Then she said: Time to figure out how to get home, I guess.

"That's not really a problem," he said. "I've spent every summer here; I know this forest even in the dark."

"Then why didn't you see the slope?" she asked.

He just scratched his head. "Guess I got too into the role."

"Ah, okay," she said, and they both burst out laughing.

As they walked back, she noticed something — the path, the branches and leaves that had been arranged like that, weren't anymore. Still scattered around, sure, but not lined up the way they'd been. Andrew noticed her slow down and asked what was wrong. She didn't really know what to say, so she just told him: nothing. Andrew just shook his head, and then they just continued slowly walking home.

As they arrived, his grandparents were waiting outside and searching for them already. They took Andrew to the hospital. Luckily, it was just a mild concussion. So he did not need to stay in the hospital.

In the bed, Kleorka thought about what had actually happened that day. She was so happy that her brother was at home, even though she knew the next day, when he would feel better, he was going to annoy her, as usual. But that is the price you pay if you have siblings. Anyway, her brother is there, safe. And that made her also feel safe.

Satisfied, ready to fall asleep, but suddenly she remembered how she had found her own brother. How did she find him in the dark? What happened? Was it an accident, that with those branches, the wind? She knew already, it was not. But what was it then? She would have continued to think, but when no answer came, suddenly everything went dark, and she fell asleep.