── .✦ 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 | ravenclaw

sta 6・eva 6・str 1・wis 8・arc 1・acc 8

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part-veela・Alluring・year 2・year 3
year 4・year 5・year 6・year 7

Physical Description: Calypso Lovelace is a slim, delicate girl with slightly sun-tanned skin and a head of dark brown tresses which always seems to fall in front of soft doe-like eyes, no matter what time of the day you catch her at. Her hair inherited the same highlights from her mother’s side, a rather subtle honey brown that had somehow managed to pop up amidst her dark brown locks. Upon a closer inspection, however, they take on a warm chestnut hue in daylight, scattering into specks of gold in the sun. She possesses the refined bone structure of an ancient pure-blood family, her features exquisite yet lack any sharpness. But most captivating are her greyish green eyes holding the silvery flecks of the Swann family line, irises reminiscent of the moon’s fleeting reflection in a rippling lake surface shrouded in mist.

Mental Description: Calypso has had the privilege of growing up within a loving family and hasn't experienced much sweat or toil in her life, and thus, those who observe her from afar would assume she views the world through rose colored glasses. Shielded from the misfortunes of life, her carefree presence leads most to believe she is entirely untouched by the world's malice. Yet the reports I have compiled on the forgone Swann heir warn you to not be deceived by this innocent facade. From a very young age, Calypso was accustomed to the bitter nature of pure-blood conflicts. She seeks a life free from conflict, desiring nothing more than to be an ordinary girl living a peaceful life. She adopted her mother's surname to conceal her Swann lineage, fearing the stigma of belonging to a family associated with Dark magic. To look at the Lovelace is to see someone entirely untainted by the bitterness in the world. There is an almost quixotic nature to her purity. Believing she can simply shed centuries of dark legacy by changing her name is her horribly futile yet chivalrous crusade against an unforgiving world. And one cannot help but wonder if true peace is ever possible for someone like her, or if the name of her blood will forever haunt her from finding the life she so deeply craves.

Biography: If you had asked 18 year old Maia five minutes before she pushed open the heavy oak door of that little antiquarian shop, she would have told you she was merely looking for a rare 17th-century book on magical flora. Instead, she was greeted by the book owner — a young teen who had not yet matured enough to be handsome. But once his soft cheeks hollowed and his jaw squared, and that childish optimism fled his eyes, then he would have the chance to smolder. That crooked smile would win over many hearts in the blink of an eye, and it had won over hers.

He was Thayer Swann.

Now, if you know anything about wizarding history, you may start feeling worried - and I wouldn't blame you. The Swanns were notorious for their almost fanatical obsession with blood purity, and Thayer’s father had been a dangerous dark wizard during the dark days of the Wizarding Wars. But our man was nothing like them. He was gentle and benevolent and refused to carry his family's cruelty. He rejected their purist ideology entirely, renouncing his right to inherit the family estate and relocated to Britain with Maia.

There, he would work as a restorer of ancient magical texts and runs an antiquarian bookshop. If you were to peek back into the years before Calypso ever learned the heavy weight of her lineage, you would find a childhood that felt very much like being wrapped in a thick, wool blanket on a rainy afternoon.

As soon as she was old enough to reach the lower shelves, Calypso was always helping out around the shop. She grew up surrounded by walls of leather-bound books, the rich smell of old paper, and a father whose knuckles were almost always stained with restorative dragon-hide glue.

Yet, despite her parents' best efforts to build a sanctuary, one cannot entirely lock the door against the wizarding world. Calypso quickly became all too accustomed to the malice of pure-blood conflicts. She grew used to the sudden tension whenever a recognizable surname crossed their threshold. There were howlers, screeching and spitting furious tirades from Swann loyalists, that constantly reminded Thayer of the shame he brought to the family by being a blood traitor and marrying a Veela.

But remarkably, none of that malice ever tainted her heart. To look at the Lovelace is to see someone entirely untainted by the bitterness around her. She remained wonderfully innocent through it all. To Calypso, these screeching letters were merely strange pieces of red parchment that blew in from a world she couldn't quite fathom. And her childhood was still, perhaps the most wonderful time of her soon to be tragic life.

First Instance of Magic: It was a quiet afternoon in Thayer's bookshop when a stray speck of dust tickled the three-year-old's nose, causing her to sneeze. Instead of feeling quite disoriented, a dozen shimmering bubbles billowed out into the air, drifting serenely past the high shelves before popping into tiny showers of harmless lavender sparkles. This left her thoroughly bewildered. Much more so when her parents was prancing around in delight.