Ténébria Wolfa, first years, in Hufflepuff

• My history
• My trunck
• My family
• My history before Hogwarts
• My house
• RP
• My relationship
• My potion and spell
• photo album

My history

Hello, my name is Tenebra Lowfa, I am 11 years old. I was born on November 23, 2013. I am English and half-breed, but also a werewolf.

I am reserved and withdrawn, but kind and helpful once you get to know me well and I trust you. I lack confidence, but I make sure not to let anyone take advantage of me. I like reading, writing, the night, the stars, the moon, my family, music – I play the piano, rain, and wind – I love being by the fire with a book when there's a storm outside. I live
in the Cotswolds, far from the village. Around the house, there is a forest and an old house, in which my mother, who is a werewolf, transforms with me every full moon.
I went to a Muggle school until I received my Hogwarts letter. I didn't have any friends, and leaving all those people didn't bother me at all, especially if it meant continuing my studies in a castle and learning magic.
When I was little, around six or seven years old, I tried horseback riding. I enjoyed it a bit, but the people I rode with didn't really like me; apparently, I scared them. Which is true.
I started playing the piano at five, and I play it very well. That's why, at nine, I entered a music competition. I played the piano and sang, and I won first prize! I was so proud of myself!
Many people say I look like my mother, and it's true, both physically and in character!

Werwolfe

It was December 4, 2014. Tonight was the full moon, and Mom was leaving to transform into a werewolf. Mom had been a werewolf since she was twelve. One full moon night, she went out, but unfortunately, she was bitten by a werewolf. At first, her werewolf condition bothered her, like it did me and everyone else, I think, but now she had gotten used to it. Before leaving, Mom put me to bed, but she forgot her aconite potion on the edge of her bedside table because I was sleeping in my parents' room. After kissing me goodnight, she told me, with tears in her eyes, that she was very sad to have to leave me, and that she was truly sorry for being a werewolf. She went out and headed to the old house where she usually transformed. The moon was rising around 11 p.m. today, and at 10:56 p.m., my door opened a crack and Mom came into my room and went to her bedside table to get me the little bottle, but she hadn't even reached it when the moon appeared, high in the sky and perfectly round, no clouds obscuring its beautiful light. I was lying in my parents' room, and with their shutters open, the magnificent moonlight streamed in, illuminating the room and my little body wrapped in a blanket, and from what I've been told, I was fast asleep. Despite my very young age, I still remember the excruciating scream of pain my mother let out. I started yelling and crying with fear. My father rushed into the bedroom, where he was watching TV in the living room next door, a saucepan in his hand, and, to his utter astonishment, stopped dead in his tracks on the threshold. A fully grown werewolf was standing there, and my arm was caught in its ferocious jaws. Despite the imminent danger, my father lunged at the beast and smashed its jaws with the saucepan. It let out a howl and fled, smashing through the window of Mom and Dad's room. While we could still see the werewolf running away, Dad rushed to me, scooped me up in his arms, locked the bedroom door, and rushed me to the bathroom. He opened a cupboard hidden under towels and took out two jars containing different substances. One contained dittany, the other silver powder.
He applied the two ingredients to the bite, which was bleeding profusely. My older brothers and sisters rushed over and helped Dad as best they could. Dad applied the two ingredients, and as if by magic, the bite closed, preventing me from bleeding to death. At each of our births, Mom explained to Dad and the children that if an accident happened and she bit us, they should apply these two ingredients to the bite to close it and avoid certain death. After treating me, Dad rocked me all night to soothe my sobs. I finally fell asleep in the arms of my older brothers and sisters, who were themselves asleep on the sofa. Early the next morning, Mom came home with tears in her eyes, blood everywhere, and a broken jaw. Dad explained the situation to Mom, but she already knew all about it, and although Dad had taken great care of me, she preferred to go to the wizards' hospital to be sure. Once she arrived there, she was treated, and the doctors took charge of me. There, the doctors said I was no longer in mortal danger and that Dad had reacted very well, but that from now on, with each full moon, I would transform. They kept me for two days, and Mom too.
Mom always felt guilty about that accident that night, but not me; I fully embrace my werewolf nature, and anyway, I already scared everyone, so werewolf or not, I still inspired fear and contempt in them. I've been a werewolf almost since birth. But even though it's always been this way, I still suffer terribly with every full moon, and it's not uncommon for me to wake up in the middle of the night plagued by nightmares in which people try to kill me; most of the time, it's the pain or the fear that pulls me from sleep. I still bear all the scars from my full moons, including several on my face. At Muggle school, it wasn't difficult to hide my condition; no one spoke to me, and my scars became a subject of ridicule, so when my Hogwarts letter arrived, I was relieved, and so was Mom. Perhaps I wouldn't have to hide anymore.

First insistence that magic

I performed my first act of magic when I was five. My mother was making a potion for an animal, and I wanted to try stirring it too, but she wouldn't let me. I started screaming, stamping my feet, and crying when I managed to smash all the vials in my mother's kitchen.