Greta Dean | Hufflepuff | First Year

History

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gretas magical heritage begins on her mothers side in romania; where her veela of a grandmother took a chance with a wizard who did not last very long after his interaction with the veela. thanks to her unknown and long gone grandfather, gretas mother isolde was a half-veela. at a young age, she escaped from romania as it was a dangerous place to be for a veela in the 20th century, and moved to germany. after graduating hogwarts, isolde met gretas soon-to-be father, and not long afterwards she lured him in but with much more love than hunger. after fate unfolded, greta was born in dresden, germany along with her brother- but moved to england at age eight with her family. although leaving her childhood behind, she brought a slight german accent that stayed with her till the very end.
her father was fond of all things from marxist philosophy to film. greta inherited this as well as his charming wit and always delights in rambling on and on about the endless lists of movies she watches. she’ll always quote a handful of classic literature that seems to be way past her age.
her mother, though never abusive, seemed traumatized from a magical incident that nobody ever discussed. it led to a difficult relationship between her and her mind which drove herself to take her life when greta turned seven. perhaps that is the reason why they moved away from their sorrow ridden home in germany.
gretas defense mechanism against her grief was humor and complete disregard of her past, hating her accent which reminded her of her home country. she is a sweet girl who is quite talkative, but only once you get to know her. otherwise she’s a reclusive girl who relies on her friends and family to stand up for her. this might have resulted into her being a clingy child who is always insecure of being left behind. sensitive and prone to assuming the worst of things- she drives herself into her hobbies and never looks up from them.

Family + Details

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• mateo ludwig dean | a fourteen year old part-veela. he is tall for his age with a sharp appearance that doesn’t match his light, quiet voice. considering his dark floppy hair and angular eyes, he looks nothing like greta. he spends his time with his reclusive group of friends as well as his odd interests. a slytherin, he takes advantage of the astronomy tower and occasionally paints there, taking in the view you otherwise would never dream of in the village where they live now. he treats his sister like a prized possession that collect dust, as if she’s too precious to interact with.
• michael ryder dean | born in england as a muggle, he discovered his love for history at a young age and consumed all knowledge he could get his hands on. eventually, his local libraries were not sufficient, so he settled for travel to satisfy his curiosity. when he found isolde valduva in germany, not only did he discover the most beautiful, enticing woman, but also his greatest heartbreak. her magic was entrancing to him, and when he found the key to the magical world inside his wife, it was as if he was starving to death and isolde fed him a feast. when she died, it seemed to him that the new world he discovered had collapsed. the only way to hold onto this lifeline of knowledge was through his children, whom he loved so dearly he provided to them with all his might. some might say he knows more about wizards than wizards do about themselves.
• isolde (valduva) dean | gretas deceased mother, a slytherin, a half-veela, and a woman who truly left a mark on everyone who interacted with her. her magic and veela heritage was her greatest attribute yet also her greatest challenge. she towered over everyone, hazel eyes analyzing and attracting everything at once. it seemed that her mind was never at rest, even after death. in her living years, Isolde’s only focus on how to gain sovereignty over her own life. it was hard to properly care for her loved ones because not only of her control issues, but because she felt guilty for passing down what she thought was a malison of a race. a large contributor to her sorrow, and especially her death, was due to being a victim of the “imperio” curse. she was a dark wizards plaything for a short period of time and did a load of their dirty work. it was a burden she carried all the way up until her depressive state drove her to take her own life.

First Instance of Magic

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a few weeks after settling in her new home in england, greta- although accompanied by her brother- felt an extreme loneliness that seemed to follow her about. she stumbled upon a playground a few blocks down and delightfully took notice of the swing set that twirled in the cold winter wind. she plopped herself down and started backing up the swing, ready to pretend to fly back to her old friends as she flung herself into the air. all of a sudden, a long metal creak sounded as something jerked the swing back. a young muggle boy with sticky hands and a face redder than a tomato grasped one of the chains she was holding onto and shook it back and forth.
“OI! get off it!” the rounded young muggle droned impatiently, not stopping the exasperating jangle of the chains. “and who are yew? and who are yew to SIT on MY swings!”
“your… swings?” greta responded taken aback, sliding off for fear of getting hit with one of his fat fists slamming into her while continuing to rattle the swing.
“its true, you know. he claimed them.”a small girl with an abnormally large mouth came up behind him. she held a pony figurine in one hand and clutched it harder when she sniffed, “…but, really, who are you?”
“i just moved here. from germany, see? those are my friends! well, they were, anyhow. my father never got me a phone to contact them like he did for my brother.” greta pulled out a picture depicting a few girls her age, surrounding her while beaming and laughing excitedly. she grinned back at them with her smile matching the one in the picture. “would you like to be my new friends?” she looked up desperately. they seemed a little cruel, but better than nothing i suppose.
“friends… with you two?” the boy laughed, only making him redder, “i could never! you havent even got any phones!”
“well, we’re only seven…” the muggle girl looked down in embarrassment and stormed off, holding her toy pony close to her chest.
this only made the sneering boy cackle harder. “and you…” the chubby boy spoke between gasps, catching his breath due to his unnecessary laughter, “you’re accent sounds like a speech impediment!” he wove his sticky hand in gretas face as she tensed and held back tears of shock. how could one be so blunt? out of the blue, the swing in the nearly empty playground rose from it’s suspension. the little muggle looked up in horror, “A GHOST!” he swung his head from left to right, facing the squeaky swing poised in the wind- then turning back to the foreign german girl who seemed to be throwing daggers in her stare of disbelief and anger. the swing, no surprise, slammed into the raspy voiced boy, making him plummet to the wood-chip covered ground- his lips bloody and crying “i wanna go homeee!”
after fulfilling his wish and running back to his house, he told his mother the tale of their new neighbor. unlike the boys mother- who scolded her son for his clumsiness and imagination, gretas father knew what had occurred and simply nodded in approval. he assured greta who was in shock of her abilities that what had transpired was ordinary for people like her. from that day on, greta and the girl with the horse toys ruled over the swings happily ever after!

Appearance

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height: 152 cm
physical desc.: gretas’ hair would be one of many noticeable features. her mother, a half-veela, graced her with locks that fall straight down to her waist with a slight curl at the end. it shines the brightest living white gold, and entrancingly sways across her back. her eyes are rounded yet sharp, glowing an unforgettable celestial blue of which one could only compare with the sky. her porcelain pale skin tends to be naturally rosy, especially when cold.
she takes pride in her veela descent, but she never mentions it for fear of being feared. although genetics are in favor of her at times, she has a severe nose that is sharp and strong. it is known to get more beak like when greta becomes upset, along with most of her features turning from ethereal to ghastly and hideous when she’s angered.
she doesn’t speak slowly; she chatters. once she starts talking it will take a while to shut her back up because her voice and eyes lights up when she speaks of her passions, buzzing like the song of a humming bird and known to draw people in. although she is prone to her ranting, she is self aware of her mixed accent that she seems to regret every time she opens her mouth. the german and veela languages sound harsh on a British tongue.
greta smiles often, plastering a dangerously inviting beam on her face whenever she finds anything remotely humorous. she was raised by a community that praised a thin frame, and although she eats when she needs to, from a young age she restricted herself which therefore resulted into her sickly, lanky arms and legs.

thestrals: yes
amortentia: a dense forest after it rains | steaming black coffee | the smell of opening an old record | pomegranate |
poly juice: fresh chai tea | meadow in the wind | the dew from a flower petal | an old pressed leaf found in a book |