Ophelia Petit || Beauxbatons || Second Year

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Wisdom: 7 | Evasion: 6 | Arcane Power: 3 | Strength: 3 | Stamina: 6 | Accuracy: 6

I’m on a path of destruction.

UPBRINGING Whilst living with her parents in her younger years, she lived on an estate in the French hillside. It was a medium-size house. Lots of rooms, lots of space, not very homey. She spent her first few years there before moving to her grandparents’s estate. All that was different was the size of the house. It was very big, even more spacious. They even had a gym and ice rink, reserved just for Ophelia. Her grandparents didn’t treat her with love, but they did spoil her well.

HOBBIES In her time before attend school, she took up a few hobbies to pass the time. Back when she lived with her parents, she used to train in gymnastics with a personal coach. She became quite flexible after that, but never continued her training after moving in with her grandparents. When she lived with her grandparents, she started a new hobby. Figure skating. She was already flexible, and had incredible balance, so it came naturally. Ophelia is flawless on the ice. Upon attending school, she brought her skates, so she tries to practice often.

Tragic

First instance of magic

Ophelia’s first instance of magic was, like everything in her life, traumatic. Her parents had no doubt she would contain the same magic that ran in her family as common as blood. One gloomy day, her parents her fighting. As usual. She was fed up. She was tired. Tired of hearing them shout at each other. In a rage, she shouted back at them. And in doing so, the chandelier fell from the ceiling, plummeting to the ground. That resulting in scolding and a punishment, but there was still a silver lining. She knew she was a witch.

Backstory

Ophelia’s life has been anything but perfect. As a child, she was carefree. As most children are. That was, until she first heard her parents fight. She experienced screaming and bickering before she could even talk. Her parents shouted a lot, and her father would always get physical. It was quite scary. Her role models were not doing a great job. She learned that she couldn’t trust anyone, even family. Her sister wasn’t doing a better job though. She was distant. Cold. Their parents were an arranged marriage, so they obviously didn’t love each other, or their children. As a child, her only interactions with her sister were teasing. When Ophelia was younger, she had extremely curly hair. Almost like a blonde afro. Her curls were tight and poofy. She would get a lot of nicknames like ‘Unruly’ or ‘Poof-head’. Which led her to her hate of nicknames. And interactions. But her sister’s teasing ended soon enough. She was off to school before Ophelia could count. At age nine was when her life spiraled out of control. In a heated fight, her father murdered her mother, and was sent to Azkaban. Ophelia watched her father murder her mother. That was when her childhood ended. She was sent off to live with her horrible grandparents until it was time to attend school. Ophelia hated living with her grandparents. She became colder and meaner as the years dragged on. As she got older, her curls started to fade, as if they symbolized her happiness. But at the very tip of her hair, there were still some curls left. Perhaps there was hope for her. Or not.

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