𓆙 Pearla Vexx | First Year | Slytherin 𓆙

In order to understand how Pearla came into being, we need to start back at her grandfather. Richard was a squib born into a pureblood family who, for lack of a better term, was discarded from the family, disowned, and forced to change their name. In his lost nature, he moved to America and fell into a tough crowd. At his deepest low, he would run into a Vampire, the first of many in Pearla's history. Her name was Mallica, an outwardly kind woman who enjoyed toying with muggles or no-mag's for the sake of entertainment and for their blood. Though Richard was different, She caught her eye and her heart even with everything stacked against them. They fell in love and had a child, a single son without magic but as a Dhampyir. A true oddity within the world of magic, muggles, and secrets. Raised in the shadows, He was never able to attend any schools; society within the vampire circles was brutal outside of it. Impossible. This child, named Dack, would find a way to thrive within the desperate situation they were cast into. Protected till they were of age and released to find their own way.

That is when the lone Dhampire found someone important to him a woman named Daisy. A Muggle, who he hid his dark secret from. However, He loved beyond a shadow of a doubt. Everything he found himself doing was in pursuit of capturing her heart and carving out a life for the pair in the Land of Dreams, even managing to get legally married through strenuous circumstances and, truthfully, how easy it was to get married in Las Vegas.
With their new life on the horizon, he took her to one of his favorite places for a single visit, one time that he might even brush his two worlds together. This place was not inherently magical, though, with his connections. He knew more 'desperate' vampires sometimes made an appearance. This would prove to be a terrible choice with absolutely dire consequences. His wife caught the eye of a vampire who was staring. With his prey found, her fate was sealed. That night, on their way home. she was attacked and turned while Dack was off handling paying for their bill.. Though it wasn't done because she'd earned some right to be a vampire, it as a desperate attempt to undo the damage the vampire had done. Bloodless Corpses were never great for the 'secret' of the magical world.

That night marked a turning point as Drack and Daisy struggled with their new set of circumstances. Even so, they strived, working night jobs away from people. Online. Anything that allowed them to get money and stay away from the general life of both magical and non-magical. It was lonely, but they had each other. Enter Pearla, A child born from their times in the dark, their small comforts. However, Pearla's arrival marked the end of another; Daisy would pass in childbirth because of complications and no ability to get help from either world. Leaving Drack to raise Pearl alone. A task he prided himself on for two years before deciding to raise another child in the shadows as he had just wasn't worth it. After a long and stressful internal struggle, He'd made up his mind. Deciding He would gave her over to a brother he had, one whom Richard had outside of this time with Mallica. Their names were Lissa and Jorden. They were completely unaware of magical natures or the monsters they held. He explained to them what she was and how her only shot at a happy life was with them. With downright weeks of convincing them, they would finally crack, and reluctantly accepted when they noticed just how much 'human' was in Pearla, even if there really wasn't much, when she was playing and trying to walk around like a normal human baby.

Pearla would be quietly supplemented blood from a job one of them got at a hospital. Pearla was homeschooled and away from the muggle world, but her world was a happy one. She was gifted all the special treatment from her new parents, even if they were not her own. She was sometimes allowed to make friends in the neighborhood and play with them at dusk if she wore special contacts that made her eyes look blue and grey. She was happy; she was a child the pair weren't able to have. They couldn't be happier, even if she was a little different. Though their little 'runs' for Pearla's blood weren't without their risks, Eventually, around the time she'd turned eight, the Hospital her mother had been working at got suspicious. The Hospital quietly launched an investigation into 'blood theft.' One that Lissa caught wind of and picked up her family the moment she'd heard it.

They are uprooted and heading into a town called Leicester, England. They had decided to hide within the general population and within a town that allowed Pearla a little more freedom. However, this sudden shift wasn't something Pearla understood or really wanted to have happen; her everyday day-to-day life as an 8-year-old seemed to be 'crushed' by losing what little friends she had made in her old home. With a moment of temper that she'd worked herself into, She'd make her parents 'know' she wasn't happy. She picked up a vase they had and threw it on the ground before yelling at the top of her lungs, Causing every candle and light in the house to 'flare' to twice or three times their size. This was her first showing of magic. One that scared her parents more than anything else. Choosing to give her 'whatever' she needed to keep her under control and keep the flairup from happening again. This worked until a Hogwarts professor stopped by on her 11th birthday, explaining that while extremely unprecedented, Pearla was a witch and a Dhampir. Pearla would find a school to accept her at Hogwarts, where she would get help for both her condition and her magic. That her life wouldn't need to be held solely in the shadows, and she might find true friends and a place that wasn't hidden away in the world. While this was partially true, The professor knew the girl had *many* troubles ahead of her.