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Lucian Grey
Status:
Pure-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Bristol, England
Function:
Second year, Gryffindor
Wand:
24,0 cm chestnut wood and unicorn hair
Lucian Grey is a very strangely pretty eleven year old, with piercing, stormy eyes that seem to know things about you even before you've said your first words. Accented with thick lashes and thick, arching brows, they make for quite the spectacle. Her cheekbones are placed high on her face, strangely prominent, complimented by a square jaw. Her small nose is upturned and button-like, giving off an air of pixie-like charm and menace, and her full pink lips are constantly either slightly parted or upturned in a devilish smirk. She's slender, and short for her age, with pale, porcelain skin, contrasted with a shock of long, raven hair reaching to the bottom of her ribcage and feathering out at the bottom. Her collarbones protrude slightly, and her fingers are long and slender, with hands she keeps neatly manicured.
Lucian was brought up in an all Slytherin household, her parents consistently bringing up to her the nature of her "pure-blooded line". She is the youngest of four, her eldest sister Ellowyn consistently shutting herself in her room, flashes of green shining from under her doorway. Following came her equally as mysterious brother, Alistair, a quiet boy of few words and even fewer actions, consistently seen in the dark hollows of Knockturn Alley. Ever so often, he would gift Lucian with pretty pendants, or gemstoned rings, or the occasional illegal creature, as well as multitudes of books for her to poke her nose in. Last was Oberron, by far the sibling Lucian is closest with, a devious boy 4 years her senior, consistent with his interest in dark magic, the wizard brain, and members of the opposite sex. He is extremely protective of Lucian, but not in the typical sense; bringing her to all the deepest corners of the wizarding world, introducing her to the art of people watching, teaching her how to read people within a fleeting glance. "There isn't a spell for everything", he would always say to her.
Lucian's parents, Blackwell and Salem Grey, raised her in an incredibly traditional household within Grey Manor, a tall, expansive residence dressed ironically, all in black. Slytherin memorabilia covers the inside, reminding the family of where their loyalty truly lies, with a photo of Salazar himself hung in its rightful place at the end of the main entrance hallway. Blackwell was typically out on "business", as he called it, never telling anyone exactly what that meant, while Salem was forced to run the Manor all by her lonesome. This turned her to anger, taking it out on her four children, often falling into fits of equal parts spell casting and blasting expletives, before fainting to her knees in a messy wreck. Her fragile state of mind left her children unsure of their place, scarred mentally, as well as physically.
Lucian has a thin white scar on her lip from one of these outbursts, as well as a few jagged ones on her wrists and abdomen. She keeps these to herself however, and when asked where they came from, gives a vague explanation, or none at all. Her unusual upbringing led Lucian to become cold to many, and to trust none, believing that whomever she touched would turn to the same fate as her mother. She spends most of her time either people watching or reading when she is in a mellow or bad mood; when her spirits are lifted, she is far more sinister.