Caethe Santhemum • First Year • Slytherin

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝 |
21,2 cm maple wood and dragon heartstring.

❝ Pliable, attracted to energetic wizards, and will be easily wooed by another if its owner becomes lazy. ❠

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 |
Human

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 |
N / A

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂

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𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 |

Reducio

The Santhemum family were always quite shrouded in mystery - though the Caethe personally thought the reason behind this fact is rather anticlimactic. Known to be purebloods, rich but not influential due to their lack of social connections, and prefers to live in solitary - though nothing much further than that.

Caethe lived as an only child - and therefore heiress of the family by default. She resided in a cottage hidden within the woods alongside her parents - however, the interior was evidently more luxurious in comparison to the plain-looking exterior. Even as a child, she never had many encounters with the outside world - since she was homeschooled by tutors that visit her home - thus she always wondered why this was her parents' lifestyle. Both of them refused to tell perhaps the reason wasn't so anticlimactic after all, but her mother comforted Caethe by telling her tales before she fell asleep - some pictures were involved too, in occasion she could see her mother's longing look when she told her stories of her Hogwarts days in Ravenclaw.

Nevertheless, this only increased her wish for her life to become even more than this isolated cottage - to be better than this lonely way of living with no one else but her parents for company. Her dreams revolved around finally receiving that letter - the one her father told her she'll be getting when she got old enough for real magic school - and don't get her wrong, she loved both her parents so much for taking care of her. But. . .she couldn't bring herself to be satisfied only by that. When there's so much more out there, so many things to do, and bountiful goals for her to fulfill. She wanted to be different, surely that isn't too much to ask, no ?

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 |

Reducio

Caethe's life was mostly uneventful - despite all the magic, but it only took so long before she saw it as a regular routine - and that's why a particular day when she was the age of 8 was something to remember, for sure.

Her mother had brought along pictures of her days in Hogwarts for Caethe to see - which she was always excited for. Her mother left her be for a few minutes - proceeding to check on lunch or something along those lines - which left the brunette with all her childish enthusiasm, never a good combination. One thing led to another, and an accident occurred - causing the pictures to be damaged with rips.

Of course, Caethe was greatly upset about this - crying in despair at damaging the physical memory of the outside world. Her vision was a bit blurry with all the tears - but she was certain that she saw the pictures mend themselves - quickly snapping her out of her panic. Her father wasn't at home during that time, and it was definitely not her mother's doing. Caethe put two and two together, thus what was formerly sadness turned into joy at the realization.