Physical Description: she stands at 4 feet and 5 inches tall. Slim and pale with piercing blue eyes and stark black hair. She typically dresses in dark clothing and has two simple stud piercings in her ears. She typically wears a bored or melancholy expression.

Mental Description: She is quiet and a loner but not out of disliking people so much as having unusual interests and a cold demeanor that puts people off. She is friendly enough in her own way but dislikes loud or overly pushy people. Tends to want to be somewhere quiet to focus on her interests or her work.

Biography: Her parents are both pure blood wizards though while her father attended Hogwarts and was a Ravenclaw her mother attended Beauxbatons. Her father was always dedicated to his study and research, and rarely left his study when not at his ministry job so she was raised primarily by her mother who had a taste for art and and a penchant for the macabre and muggle occultism. Because of this Lucretcia became fascinated the dark arts and began to draw and paint things she studied or talked about with her mother. When the day came that she got her letter for Hogwarts her mother was pleased but her father gave little more than passing congratulations before returning to his work making Lucretcia determined to do something to either get his approval or his condemnation, either would do.

First Instance of Magic: When she was 7 years old Lucretcia was in her room with all of her art and she had just finished her first oil painting that she did entirely on her own. She knew her mother would approve of it so she wanted to show her father to see his reaction. When she finally managed to pester him enough to pull him from his work and into the art room he gave a bored hum before pointing out a flaw but said it was fine and left.

Angry and sad Lucretcia was an emotional mess and started to cry in her little art room. As she was sobbing she reached to grab her little painting so she could throw it across the room but she stopped, a confused look on her face as the small canvas wasnt there anymore. She looked around and saw that it had lifted into the air and was floating like a balloon just out of reach. She reached for it tentatively but pulled her hand back, worried if she touched it the moment would end. It was then the door opened and her mother came in to see what the noise was about and she froze in her tracks seeing the canvas floating in the air. As soon as Lucretcia looked at her the moment ended and the small canvas fell to the floor, the wood frame clattering to break the silence.

Her mother swooped her up in a big hug, excited about the display of magic and began to gush about how proud she was. Lucretcia returned the hug but looked over her mothers shoulder at the painting laying on the floor and frowned some, wishing her first display of magic was tied to a happier memory.