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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓-𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. . . ─────────────────────── 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 Elena Clarkxxx𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 Lena, El 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 Ravenclawxxxxxx-𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 Half-blood 𝐁𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐓 Her nightmaresx𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 tbd 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀 tbdxxxxxxxxxxx𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 tbd 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋　With her cascade of blonde hair, shimmering with shades of gold and honey, Elena seems to carry the glow of the moon reflecting on still water, ethereal and tranquil. Her features are delicate, almost carved from a dream, and her eyes — muted dark blue, like a storm-tossed sea beneath a night sky, flecked with glimmers of silver mist — hold a quiet, endless depth. Faint freckles scatter her pale skin like the kiss of dawn, and a beauty mark graces her chin. A gentle smile always lingers on her lips, a serene promise left unspoken, as if she knows secrets only whispered to the moon. 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋　With a deeply rooted anxiety and a desire to help everyone in need, Elena is a soft-hearted introvert, an old soul with young eyes and a heart of gold. Books are her entire life, her escape when times grow dark, crafting a little universe of her own. Keenly observant and empathetic, she notices details that often escape others. Eager to forge friendships, she finds joy in listening and assisting those around her. She’s a curious blend of sunshine and moonlight, day and night, an eclipse.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 ────────── 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒　Candlelight. Love letters. Dried roses. Old library. Rainy streets. Stargazing nights. Forgotten places. ▆▆▆▆▆

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𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲　　@dragaenis / lena.

𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲　　@wwik / wik.

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 Elias Thornexxx-𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 xxxxxxx 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 xx / xx / xxxxxxx𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Auror 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 purebloodxxxxx𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 ravenclaw 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 xxxxxxxxx.𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 Alive 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒　Dim lights, ancient books, yellow pages, scribbled notes, coffee stains, rainy windows. . 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 brownxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 green 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 xxxx 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 xxxxxxxxxx𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 xxxx

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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆

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𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ───────────────────────────────── 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓　If Victoria is the sun, Elias Thorne is definitely the moon. With messy brown hair often falling in front of his dark eyes, he carries an air of calm mystery. Often followed by a lingering smell of coffee and chocolate, he spends most of his days furiously working, when he isn't admiring his wife or talking with his daughter. His glasses are always tilting on one side, making fixing them a game for everyone around him. Intelligence runs through his veins like a sacred blood, his mind always a labyrinth of ideas, hands stained from furiously scribbling. Thoughtful and quiet, his love is deep but calm, his presence instantly appeasing to those who seek comfort. Born in London to a strict and ancient pureblood family, Elias freed himself from their claws when he met Victoria.

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . . ────────────────── Reducio 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊　is the only daughter of Victoria Clark and Elias Thorne. Her parents met during a rainy day in London City, between the pleaseant smell of coffee and petrichor, surrounded by buzzing crowds and laughter. Elias Thorne, who worked as an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, took cover from the deluge at a small coffee shop. As he politely waited next to the counter, a blonde tornado sent him stumbling, staining his coat. They married a year later, in a beautiful meadow surrounded by daisies, and bought a house in Castle Combe. Elena was born on the 15th of december, 2012. They are complete opposites, but compliment each other so well. Elena lives for those small moments where their love feels like they could move moutains simply by smiling at them : Victoria painting Elias as he looks through the window, a coffee mug in his hand ; him writing her poems or simply admiring her whenever she's not looking ; the surprise dates they plan for each other ; the random gifts found scattering the house... Their love shine onto their daughter, who strongly believes in soulmates.

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𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐦 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. . . ────────────────── Reducio 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆　 of november. The door was opened, Victoria and Elias were baking in the kitchen dancing to the Smiths. Four years old Elena was playing in the garden, chasing butterflies and staring at the sky. Suddenly, a small noise was heard on the other side of the street. The little blonde girl ran outside, towards the squealing sound. Next to a small wall was a little kitten, hissing at two hounds. They were growling, and playing around with the poor thing. A loud pop made Victoria and Elias jump, and they rushed outside. They saw their daughter hugging the cat, next to two knocked-out dogs. Hiding a smile as they scolded her for rushing outside without telling them, they took the cat in to heal it. Elena named it Storm, and the kitten became a new member of the family. He now follows her everywhere, becoming her best friend. It felt as if her heart was teared apart when she had to leave for Hogwarts without him. She keeps a picture of him from when his was a baby in her locket - the first time he cuddled with her.

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. . .𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ───────────────────────────────── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓　Victoria Clark is an eternal ray of sunshine. From her light blonde hair to her striking blue eyes, she embodies the morning sun, shining on everyone that steps a bit too close. Her smile radiates warmth, and her laugh is heavily contagious. She was born from Agatha and Ernest Clark, two loving parents living in a small muggle village near the ocean. Often, she would wake up before the sunrise to watch it slowly awakening over the crashing waves. Her parents taught her love and patience, as well as optimism and resilience. Arriving in her twenties, she left them to pursue her dreams in the big city. The Clarks comes back every vacation, and Elena is always eagerly awaited. The little cottage near the grassy cliff is a living fairytale, a true escape from reality.

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄　The sharpest minds forge the strongest paths. Knowledge is power, and without power we are nothing. Such are the words that defines House of Thorne. This ancient and noble house stands like a fortress of intellect, guarded by the sharp embrace of their thorned vines. Their legacy is woven through the ages, each thorn a reminder that beauty and brilliance are nothing without defense. This house prides intellect above all, as knowledge is both a shield and a sword, and only those who prove themselves worthy may take part their history. For the weak are crushed, the ordinary despised ; only the great must thrive. True strengh lies in the sharpness of the mind, and House of Thorne is the sharpest of all. 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘　Lorem ipsum odor amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Himenaeos ultricies mauris; laoreet sagittis est neque. Neque elementum ligula venenatis sed sodales viverra per maximus. Aliquet vulputate mi nascetur pretium leo. Rhoncus fringilla iaculis velit tempor accumsan lectus elit hendrerit urna. Sagittis montes sed venenatis laoreet maecenas quis. Nam sagittis risus lobortis convallis finibus. Vestibulum massa consequat accumsan luctus; porttitor orci elit vestibulum. Tempus turpis duis pellentesque ornare molestie luctus duis.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Reducio 15th december, 2023. Elena's eleventh birthday. Alaric and Regina were, as always, atrocious, vile, just cruelty at its purest form. This time, Elias had enough. A huge fight exploded, everyone was screaming, yelling, breaking things. The Thornes stood by what they said : Elena wasn't and will never be a Thorne, or their grand-daughter. Fighting tears, she ran away. In the dining room, they kept fighting. Alaric posed an ultimatum : cut all ties with the Thornes, or stay where he belongs. The decision was made within a second, the ring loudly clanking on the floor as Elias got rid of the only thing that still tied him to this house of snakes. Finding his daughter, he promised her everything was over. It wasn't.

　

　

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄　Her nightmares started at a young age. She would wake up at night, screaming, her parents rushing next to her, telling her to calm down. "It's just a bad dream," they would say, as Elena watched with terrified eyes the shadow hoovering over them. She used to dream, a long time ago. Before the voices came. Those cries find their origins in her grandparent's house, when she walked in the corridoes, passing by the portraits. Reducio They were always mean towards her, calling her names and watching her walk. Those same names would appear in her dreams, the teddies starting to chase her, calling her a disgrace, a shame. But she could handle twisted dreams. That was before those whispers found a face, a face created by- by who ? A stranger gave it a shape, and her mind brought it to life. Now she was forever haunted by the shadows of her past. ────────────────

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒　When you sleep is troubled by relentless shadows, you learn to ignore it. Insomnias were frequent, but she welcomed them with opened arms. For everything is better than closing your eyes. To get through the numerous hours, Elena learned to draw, to write. Finding an old notebook her father had gifted her, she started sketching her shadows, and writing her nightmares. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Reducio To keep balance, she used another notebook for dreams - not the one she did, but the one she saw while being awake. It helped her cope, reminded her the beauty of this world. The moon watched her every night, appeasing presence keeping the monsters away. She found herself a passion for astronomy - given all the time she had to study the night sky. Elena also used that time to keep track of her studies, and continue being a straight Os student. Her cat kept her company, purring next to her, protective. No one ever knew about those sleepless night, about the nightmares. To her parents, she stopped having them as a kid. To her friend, she was just having too much late-night studies. She didn't want anyone to take a look through her mind, scared of what they might find. Scared that they run away. Crazy. She knew she wasn't, but she also knew this wasn't normal. They're weren't just simple nightmares, it would make things so much easier. They followed her. Especially at night, she would see them, lurking around. Ready to attack. How can you not think you're going mad, when you see monsters in broad daylight ? So she kept quiet. It was better for everyone. She couldn't afford to be rejected. Not again. ──────────────── 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫... 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

　

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