「 Anais Prideaux, First Year, Gryffindor 」
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Treating me like I'm some bet to lose.
「 Anais Prideaux, First Year, Gryffindor 」
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| xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx | [ | Reducio Born on a moonless winter night, Anais' first cry was not met with warm embraces, but rather a silence that spoke volumes. With eight centuries of Prideaux men, all whom had produced sons to carry their name, her mother had failed in this most essential duty. The magic that hummed through their child's veins went without question, this at least they could be sure of, yet even that felt like a cruel joke— such power wasted on a girl. Her upbringing consisted of bitter resolve, where house elves moved like ghosts amongst every clink of silver. Anais had learned to sit straight backed in her chair, to never reach, to wait for each course with practiced patience. Her mother's voice, when it came, was never anything less than sharp. "A Prideaux does not fidget, Anais." "A Prideaux does not show weakness, Anais." "A Prideaux does not.." So what did a Prideaux do, then? They excelled, always. They conquered, unfailingly. They wore their superiority like a second skin, carried their legacy like a crown of thorns. By age seven, Anais could recite her family tree back six generations, could perform every proper courtesy in her sleep. By eight, she'd learned that tears were best saved for the privacy of her pillowcase, that genuine laughter should be muffled behind a gloved hand. While her father might've wished for a son, he had come to raise something perhaps far more valuable. A perfect pureblood daughter, one who would prove she could carry a legacy just as well as any. After all, a Prideaux did not accept limitations; even those set by their own family's prejudice. She, despite everything, was nothing if not a true carrier of the name. FIOM: Her magic manifested early at just six years old, turning her governess' tea to ice when the woman dared criticize her posture. While praise may have been out of question, that evening her father's hand rested briefly on her shoulder, the closest thing to pride she'd ever felt from him. |
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Treating me like I'm some bet to lose.
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Treating me like I'm some bet to lose.