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name: vivienne "vivi/anna" renée-seymour dob: 08 september 2014 ethnicity: french-english nationality: english fluent languages: french, english residence: winchester, england species: human, wizard...blood: wizard born house: hufflepuff...school year: first year wand: 24,6 cm aspen wood and phoenix feather patronus: ██████████████

Language and Speech: french (#25299C), english (#BD9A26), thoughts (#948B6B)

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On a quiet evening in September, a beautiful baby girl was born as the first and only child of the half-blood wizards Juliette-Annalise Renée and Caelum Seymour.

Though she was born and raised in Winchester, Vivienne was lucky enough to grow up with a connection to both sides of her lineage. Her father is fully English, with all of his family being from the Winchester area. While her mother is fully French, resulting in many trips to the French countryside and an interesting dynamic within their household where both languages were spoken fluently (as closely as they could be for the adult learners) by the trio.

The story of her parents’ first encounter is a tale that has been told countless times over dinners, with goblets joyfully being raised in the air by her father as he recounts his first love. It was in his early twenties when Caelum travelled throughout Chantilly, France, on behalf of his family’s agricultural magic business, hoping to create some partnerships with other magical gardeners and get some herbs that they had not yet acquired in their own farms. At the Fermes de Gally, attending a summer festival, he found himself lost after wandering from the main festivities. Hopelessly, he walked around in attempts to find someone who could guide him back to his stay. Luckily, Juliette, who had then been working alongside her family’s apothecary business, was the one who pointed him back in the right direction. What was meant to be a brief discussion on their walk back to his inn became an unforgettable evening spent together.

Eventually, after the birth of their daughter, Juliette settled completely in England, and they were married shortly after. The Renée-Seymours are an average family with an average income. A large portion of their income comes from generations of successful magical farming, allowing them to live comfortably without feeling detached from the people around them. The doors to their farmhouse were rarely closed to the community, allowing Vivienne to become closely connected to the place she calls home.

Vivenne was adored by her parents and the various caretakers who had volunteered to help maintain the grounds. She spent much of her life accompanying the caretakers around the property, helping them gather eggs, feed their livestock, and tend to their muggle gardens. She was never lonely for affection, but most of the people she interacted with regularly were adults who had interacted with her first. She often found herself lacking in companions of her own age, and she was naturally shy when it came time to meet new children. Due to this, she struggled to form friendships in her earliest years and often preferred observing from the sidelines to introducing herself to others.

This naturally changed when she started attending a small homeschooling group for young wizards. Being surrounded by other children on a daily basis for the first time, Vivienne slowly started to come out of her shell. She was still never the loudest child in the class, nor the first to join a game on the playground. Instead, she discovered that, at the very least, friendship came easier to her once someone approached her first. From this, she had developed her small circle of friends over the years, many of whom remain among her closest companions.

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Being born to two half-bloods leads favourably in her chances of becoming a witch, but is never an absolute. There had been some uncertainties within her family about whether she would inherit magical abilities at all. Vivienne had been an unusually calm and easy child, rarely experiencing the intense emotions that are often required to trigger accidental magic in young witches and wizards.

However, this uncertainty finally vanished one winter morning when Vivienne was five years old, and she was finally put to the test in her own special way.

She had been accompanying her mother to their gardens to gather various winter fruits for dessert. Eagerly carrying a small wickered basket, she had hoped to pluck some strawberries for her and her father to share as a bit of a snack before lunch. It was upon arriving that she discovered her beloved strawberry patch had taken on a bit of a winter coat. It was withered into dormancy beneath the blanket of frost the season’s grace had bestowed upon it. The vibrant plants she adored appeared lifeless, and they had become hidden beneath the cold grip of winter. Of course, being as heartbroken as she was, Vivienne burst into tears.

The moment the sob escaped her lips, the once dormant garden responded with a spring-like excitement. Tiny shoots of green had begun to emerge from the frozen soil, the frost had melted off the leaves, and blossoms from the strawberries unfurled where none realistically should have existed. Her mother's eyes gleamed in astonishment, ripe berries began appearing throughout the patch as though the seasons themselves had briefly forgotten where the calendar was set.

Though it only lasted a few minutes before curling itself back into its slumbers of winter, it was enough. They finally had their answer. Vivienne Renée-Seymour was, without question, a witch.

It was a tranquil summer night, the air in Marseille gets a little humid, but the breeze of the sea carries the moistened air in a comforting way. Vivienne was 8 years old at the time and on vacation at her grandparents' house while her mother and father were away on business to research foreign magical herbs. The moon was bright, full, and beaming through her window as if it were begging for her attention. She had always been a wanderer of sorts when it came to exploring the outdoors. She especially adored the peacefulness of the empty scenes at night. Her grandparents lived just outside of the city, where her safety had never been a concern when she went on these late-night walks. Tonight, she had decided to listen to the moon’s every beck and call and go out to the gardens to parade around in contemplation. She crawled out of bed, put on a sweatshirt just in case it was cold, and was on her merry way.

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The breeze felt more chilled than it usually was in the middle of summer, in a way that blew down her spine and made her shiver. There was an ominous feeling that sank deep in the pits of her stomach, a fuzz of worry that she passed off as just being intimidated by the darkness.

Then there it was. Crack.

A sound of a branch snapping in the woods of her grandparents’ estate could be heard not too far away. She snapped her head towards the sound, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. It’s just an animal, it’s not anything you’re not used to, she reassured herself.

The clouds began to cover the soothing light of the moon and cast a subtle darkness over the gardens. Then, without any warning, an animal came out. No, it couldn’t have been an animal, it was nothing less than a monster.

An unregistered lycanthrope had found its way onto the premises.

Frozen with terror, Vivienne stumbled backward and fell against a stone planter. The werewolf lunged, its teeth sinking deep into her left shoulder as she raised her arm and turned away. The pain forced a scream from her throat that carried all the way to the house. Almost immediately, lights burst on throughout the estate. Her grandfather's voice rang out across the gardens, followed by the crack of protective spells being cast.

Voices shouted in alarm.

The werewolf released her and retreated into the woods rather than risk confrontation. By the time they were able to reach her, she had already suffered a deep bite across her left shoulder. The wound was treated immediately with powdered silver and dittany that had been harvested from their gardens, saving her life, but nothing they had been able to grow could have prevented the infection from taking hold of her body.

The scar from the event remains clearer than ever. Teeth marks formed in the shape of a crescent moon, stretching across her shoulder blade as a constant reminder of the night that had ruined the simplicity of her life forever.

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She was more than lucky that her grandparents were skilled in the areas of potion-making due to their former careers working in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes and had the connections they did with former potion masters to assist her parents in any way they needed later down the line, but the months that followed were nevertheless difficult. Vivienne, at first, struggled to understand why she became gravely ill before every full moon and why she woke exhausted and sore after every transformation. Her parents, particularly her mother, worked tirelessly to ensure that she was safe. Her father constructed secure accommodations for the nights she transformed, and her mother spent all her time teaching her how to manage a condition she may have been far too young to fully understand just yet. Though she remained the girl she had always grown up to be, gentle and kind, her newfound identity had changed her life forever.

Her senses became unusually sharp, particularly her hearing and sense of smell. She often notices some things before other people do, from approaching footsteps to the scent of rain before a storm. It was nothing too inconveniencing, though she’ll learn to realize people smell a lot worse when your nose is particularly sensitive to the notes of their perfumes and the musks of others' natural scent, sometimes an awful combination of both. Around the full moon, she tends to become noticeably paler and significantly more fatigued, making it difficult for her to do anything during that period. The days that follow a transformation leave her physically weakened and mentally drained.

It’s also worth noting how painfully aware she is of the reputation that werewolves carry within wizarding society, despite all the efforts to normalize their existence within the world and combat prejudices against them. While her family has always encouraged her to be proud of herself and the new abilities that have come with her newfound lifestyle, it’s difficult to ignore the way witches and wizards react to lycanthropy with fear. She rarely speaks about her condition at home unless absolutely necessary, and will refuse to open up to anyone else about her condition in fear of how her friends may treat her if they discover the truth.