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Centuries ago, there was a wizard named Benedict Fulton. He was widely regarded as one of the best at Charms in the history of the wizarding world, outmatched on and equal to only by perhaps Albus Dumbledore and Hermione Granger. The line of Fulton was a pure one, but they did not believe that pure-bloods were 'special' as some did.

Quite a lot of time after the great Benedict Fulton has passed, one Elana Fulton gave birth to her daughter, Evelyn Fulton. Evelyn Fulton was quickly sorted into Ravenclaw and was a natural at Charms in her day. She read ahead in advanced textbooks and begged her Professor to teach her more. Her talent combined with hard work produced one of the best duelists of the age, an envied Charms master. When she graduated Hogwarts, she climbed up the ranks and everyone expected her to settle down and teach Charms somewhere. Instead, she had adventures around the world, learning different practices of Charms from different cultures. Soon, she had a vast knowledge of spell-casting and travelled shorter and shorter distances.

On one expedition in France, she met a similar man, one who was travelling the world like she in search of adventure and knowledge. Well, Levius Aden was more keen on the adventure aspect than knowledge. He was a prideful Gryffindor with a thirst for action and had connections with people who would support him in the higher-ups of the wizarding community.. The two made an odd yet for some inexplicable reason right pair. The bright Ravenclaw with a Charms skill that was considered one of the best of the age and the outgoing Gryffindor with a restless spirit. For some reason, they just...fitted together.

The two eventually married and settled down in Godric's Hollow. A bright baby came afterwards - Scarlett Evelyn Aden. She had inheirited her mother's fiery red hair and Charms skill, as well as her father's bright blue eyes and bravery. What happened next was, well, not exactly a happy relationship. Levius abandoned his family for an unknown reason, and Evelyn was putting more and more pressure onto Scarlett. As well as the average, 'act like nothing's wrong' and 'look pristine' she taught Scarlett advanced Charms. Soon, Evelyn cracked and retreated to her room, which Scarlett has not ventured in to this day.

When her magic first surfaced, Scarlett took it in her stride. She had a lot more control than others, having read countless textbooks even if she was not able to perform the spells herself. Scarlett had practised her wand movement with a fake wand and repeated endless incantations with no effect, so when her magic came, she was excited to say the least. Even though Scarlett couldn't perform the spells illustrated in the books, she did what she could to the delight of the younger ones in Godric's Troop (a group of child entertainers performing in Godric's Hollow).

Finally, her Hogwarts letter arrived. At school, Scarlett was excited for Charms. She knew a lot from her early exposure. Unsurprisingly, she excelled at it with a combination of natural talent and hard work, just as one Evelyn Fulton had done so many years before. Being a prankster, Scarlett often needed spells higher than her year to pull a prank off effectively, so she put more time into it, also balancing out a social life. She never really showed it but Scarlett was actually extremely busy. And so came one of Hogwarts finest troublemakers.

Her years here were going to be very entertaining indeed...

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Edea Genevieve Baker

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Half-Veela

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Edea Baker is a Half-Veela.

When Edea was just four years old, her mother was murdered. For much of her life, Edea believed she had died to an unknown illness, and had been far too young to question the logic, such as how her mother had died so quickly, or how she had never displayed any signs of illness. The truth behind her death was only revealed to Edea recently, by her father upon receiving her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Now, with the truth in the forefront of her mind, Edea has become obsessed with it. Her true heritage has been revealed to her as well, and the fact that she is not entirely human.

In reality, her mother had been a full-blooded Veela. Her father had come from a long line of pure-blooded witches and wizards, and his parents before him had fully expected him to marry another pure-blooded witch, in order to keep the bloodline pure. To the Baker family, their heritage was extremely important, perhaps even moreso than the average pure-blooded family. Apart from boasting a long line of wizards clear of Muggle blood, they would take it a step further. They demanded that he marry another wizard, and, upon discovering how he had fallen in love with a full-blooded Veela, they had become enraged. They were disgusted by the concept of him bearing a half-breed child, threatening to disown him should he marry the woman he had fallen in love with.

The pain of their disapproval stung, and he questioned if the love he felt was worth all that he was risking. In the end, he would determine that it was, and he married the Veela woman. Together they bore a child, whom they named Edea. Edea was born with platinum blonde hair, nearly a shade of silvery white. She was incredibly beautiful from birth, enough so that both of her parents were struck by her beauty.

Before coming to Hogwarts, her father had revealed her true heritage to her, explaining that she was a half-breed. He would warn her of the prejudice that may accompany her status, for many were not accepting of those who were so blatantly different. She would begin to dye her hair a shade of chocolate brown, which proved to be easy due to the color of her natural hair. To this day, she frequently dyes her blonde hair, often needing to retouch the roots, for they stand out quite a bit once her hair grows.

And still yet, as Edea searches for the truth of her mother's death, as she grows to become a witch powerful enough to defeat the one who stole her mother from her, the full story remains hidden in the dark. Perhaps the greatest possibility of all is that the killer may be someone close at hand, for her father's parents will quickly become rather obvious subjects. What did they have to gain in murdering their son's spouse? Perhaps they sought to cleanse the bloodline once more, to eliminate the half-breed child who was a product of something less than worthy of bearing the Baker family name.

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Perfectionist II

After holding the title of "prefect" for three years, how could she not live up to the name? On top of prefect, she has an O average, not a single mark below an E, a position as newspaper secretary...for a thirteen-year-old, it's all quite the accomplishment and she wouldn't dare let anyone take that from her. Phaedra prefers the feeling of accomplishment and power, and fears failure at all costs.

Despite her arrogance, Phaedra does have her insecurities. Thing is, she overcompensates for them under the guise of "perfection" and is seemingly more dependent on praise than what may seem healthy for a person. She puts the opinions of influential people, such as family or professors, at high esteem. For the first two years of her Hogwarts education, she was known as a "teacher's pet", but after growing up a little has loosened up some. Phaedra still can't shake away the high standards of her upbringing, and strives for perfection, showing a continual disappointment with herself if she falls short of it. She can be her harshest critic; pushing herself to tiresome limits just to cast a spell perfectly or remember an explanation for something she deems important.

The Hogwarts Library blows any library she'd ever seen out of the water and she considers it her home away from home. Typically throughout the week, she can be found scouring its wide range of contents past class hours. She has plenty of resources from the charms section to potions recipes checked out under her name, and some books for leisure. She is incredibly passionate about the world and is never truly at peace unless she feels she is always progressing towards perfection in all aspects of her life. Utilizing the library, she has amassed a range of skills and knowledge, from how to better her spell-casting and even for non-academic things, such as perfecting an embroidery stitch or naval history.

She practices with utmost efficiency and knows better than to swing her wand around carelessly. Every articulation and motion must be precise and with purpose. Phaedra plans on preparing for her OWLs come fourth year. Some might say it's too early to worry about that, but Phaedra believes it would be an utter waste not to take advantage of the large amount of money her parents pump into private tutors. Not to mention, she doesn't expect her summer to be particularly eventful, so keeping her face in books all summer would be a great way to pass the time.

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Spell Spread

Growing up, she never saw great examples of emotional stability; stoicism was an unspoken rule among the adults in her family, although they meant well by it. Almost fourteen years old, following her parents’ expectations for so long has granted her, at the very least, a wise maturity unseen in the average adolescent, but a terrible inadequacy in making and keeping friends with those her age. As a “goody-two-shoes” in every sense of the word, approval from adults wasn’t hard to find, but it was among her peers. While others vented in diaries or talked to trusted ones, Phaedra found solace in her studies in place of human interaction. Too stubborn to express her feelings, it wasn’t all too shocking that bottled up frustration channeled itself through her magic.

The first time something unusual happened was a year ago, though then it had been an accident. It was a late evening in July and Phaedra and her family were attending a wedding down in Kent. The newlyweds wanted a fireworks display to finish off the festivities—or so the group of teenagers she stuck with had told her that—and Phaedra drew her wand to join them in shooting up sparks. She only meant to fire a single flare, but as if her wand had split right down the middle, two streams of Periculum erupted simultaneously from the tip of her wand, flew a high distance in the sky, and shone as a pair before dissolving. It happened so quickly no one else had seen what she'd done, but she brushed it off as an embarrassing tendency of her wand. Phoenix feather cores are rather hard to tame, after all.

It wasn’t until halfway through her third-year when Phaedra realized what happened that summer wasn’t luck, but something she could repeat if she concentrated hard enough. Caeruleus Inflamarae was her go-to spell to practice with. Less harmful than actual fire, it left a bright, soothing glow, and Phaedra created a game out of trying to split a single flame into separate jars. She squeezed time for it into her busy schedule, and after weeks of failed attempts and many migraines later, she developed a decent track record and even saw improvement in her general spell-casting.

Being the overachiever she is, she embraces the flashy and grandiose appearances of her spell-casting and works to make them even better. Phaedra always thought of herself as rather plain, but no longer, for her magical skill was spectacular.

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Once upon a time (or to be precise, it was 1950) there was a really small village deep in the South of Ireland called Baltimore. It was October but the sun was still shining her best to warm the last flowers on the wide fields around the village. A young girl, only sixteen, was running through the forest behind the flower fields. She was running for her life. Her fair hair was like a long silky veil in the wind making waves behind her. She still could hear the hunters chasing after her. It was only by accident that she run into them, looking for a new place to stay after her cover was blown in the city, she lived for nearly a whole year. It was the longest time she spent in one place. It was not easy for a Veela without anyone. Her mother and her sisters were killed in a War that was not theirs. She hated humans, regardless of them being Muggles or magical. Since she was seven, she tried to survive on her own.
Unfortunately, she had a thing for scaring people, especially children. It was funny to see how they reacted when they saw her. At first, they were always fascinated by her, her appearance and especially her whirling hair. But then she would always make her favorite face – that horrible nasty face only a Veela could do. Of course, she would not turn fully into her rage mode, she never intended to give her nature away. However, last time she made a mistake. She thought the children were alone like they always were, so she wanted to scare them like she always did when she was bored. When the children started to scream, the grown-ups were right there. And it wasn’t only two or three. They were at least nine tall strong men with torches and weapons in their hands. She knew immediately she had to go far away again if she wanted to live. So, she turned around and began to run. She ran for days, only resting for a few minutes every know and then, eating only things she found on the way. Then, after 5 days, she finally came to the forest near Baltimore. She had heard of this tiny village, there weren’t many people and the forest was vast enough for her living there without meeting any villagers. Or so she thought. She wasn’t even near the village when she ran directly in the three hunters. She was so exhausted and tired her feet were only one big pain. The hunters were smart, or they knew exactly what she was because they only were shocked for a second before they pointed their guns right at her chest. She didn’t even have a moment to catch her breath and turned around again to flee.
She ran through the dark forest, the sun already going down, and suddenly missed the time with her mother and three little sisters. When they were still happily living together in a forest where nobody would disturb them, never needed to run from something. She felt hot burning tears in her eyes, slowing down a bit and thinking about just giving up so she would be together with her family again.
She jumped over a trunk and was on a clearing. She couldn’t even see the boy, she just slammed into him and they fell over with an oof. Trying to catch her breath, with trembling hands she weakly grabbed into the rough fabric of the jacket of the boy, trying to get up but she only managed to lift her head up and looked into his shocked grey eyes. She must have looked insane, maybe even more horrible than her angry bird-like face, with being dirty, sweaty, exhausted and probably paler than normal. She couldn’t say anything, just a small hiss from her slightly parted dry lips. The boy frowned, put his hands on her shoulders like he wanted to get her off of him but stopped in his movements when he heard something in the woods. He recognized the sounds and knew they were the hunters from his village. Looking at her again he realized they were after her, and in that moment, he decided to help the poor strange girl. He shoved her carefully off him, got on his knees, took her into his arms and walked with her out of the forest to his home. She didn’t protest much, already blacking out. He was careful not getting caught by his parents and went to the old run down shed behind the house. It was a relatively big shed and he was the only one using it, always chilling and hiding from his parents.
When he lay her down on the self-made mattress made of hay and an old sail from the ship of his father, he looked at the girl. He knew she was a Veela, his parents had told him stories of them. Scary stories. From what he knew they were monsters. But this girl just looked innocent, lying there, obviously exhausted. He got water and food for her, bandaged her feet and sat next to her, observing her while she slept soundless.

When she woke up, she knew immediately she wasn’t alone. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t dare to move an inch. She tried to remember. She ran from the hunters and slammed into the boy with grey eyes. He picked her up and took her somewhere, then she fell unconscious. She was scared. When she heard him growl and flinched, then was completely still. He didn’t move. So, she slightly opened her eyes to see him lying right beside her, sleeping. She waited a few seconds, then sat up and a blanket fell off her shoulders. She looked around the shed till her eyes fell on the water and food and grabbed immediately for it. After a few bites she took a closer look at the sleeping boy. It was kind of difficult to make out his appearance in the dim light of the candle and she saw it was night outside. He had fire red hair and numerous tiny freckles around his nose and was not much older than her. She couldn’t believe a human had helped her. She was still weak, and it was only then that she saw her bandaged feet. She should’ve felt fear, but she felt kind of an easiness she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she wasn’t sure if she liked that feeling. Once again, she flinched when the boy sat up and began to talk normally like they were already in a long conversation. He wasn’t scared of her and she was utterly confused about it. He promised her that he wasn’t gonna harm her and only wanted to help her till she was recovered. She was still wary, but she stayed in the shed for a few days. It was the first time she told her name, Iluna, a human, and it was the first time she was interested in the name of a human. The boy was called Néall. He told her his family was one of the last wizard family in the village and he would help her to keep the hunters distant from her if she wanted to stay. After Iluna got better she moved to the forest, but she would always stay near Néall’s home. They became friends, then lovers, and it was not long, only the next summer, when she knew she expected. It was then that he told his parents. They weren’t that happy but didn’t complain either, knowing that Veela’s weren’t monsters all the time. They were satisfied with knowing their son was happy. At the end of 1951 their only child, a daughter called Fianna, was born. They lived happily for a few years. However, when Fianna was 8, the number of people in the village had increased and so had the hunters. One day, it was sunny like the day Iluna came to the village, the hunters found her again, with Fianna, in the forest. Again, she started to run, this time hand in hand with her daughter, but she knew they had no chance. Iluna hid Fianna in a hollow trunk, told her to be as quiet as possible and ran, getting the hunters far away from the little girl. When she was sure her daughter was safe, she stopped and fighted the hunters. A gunshot hit her right in the chest.
Néall, working at the docks that day, heard the story of the hunters shooting down a mysterious creature and knew they were talking about Iluna. He searched for Fianna, finding her in the trunk and knew Iluna was dead. After that he wouldn’t let Fianna get out of his sight, not until he knew she could defend herself against any danger.

Fianna was scared of people, most of all of men and guns. She knew how her mother had died. She only felt safe with her father and when she got into Hogwarts. There she felt the effect of being a Half-Veela for the first time. She would always catch classmates and upper classmen, even teachers, staring at her like they were in a trance. That was also how he met her husband, James. He was two years younger and from his first day at Hogwarts on he was staring at her, always staring. In the Great Hall, on the way to classes, later in Hogsmead. It was in her last year when he finally had the guts to ask her out. Off course, she refused in the beginning, but after him asking the 12th time she thought it was so hilarious she agreed.
After a few years they had their first son Eoghan and then the second son Aodhan. Both of them inherited the Veelan blood, making lots of trouble for their mother (especially Aodhan, he loved to hang out with a lot of girls). After Eoghan graduated he made his dream of being a Curse-breaker true. Off course, Fianna didn’t agree with his job, especially when he wanted to go to Egypt to be an undercover guide for a Muggle Archeologist’s team. However, she didn’t want to be the reason for him to be held down and let him go.
When he came back with a Muggle girl, she was so surprised, but also pleased to see how happy he was.
Gwenny doesn’t know the whole story about her great-grandma and Nana. Not yet at least. She only knows little parts of it from her Nana who always told her with a dreamy look in her blue-grey eyes bedtime stories about the beautiful long white-golden hair of her mother, that was always swirling around her like she was underwater. Gwenny would always look at her own platin blond hair, waiting for it to move, hoping she could use it as a cool weapon. It never did. But not only had she the hair of her Veela great-grandma, she had the same faint skin and even some facial details were like her. The way her forehead wrinkles when she is was focusing on something or how she laughed, the same loud contagious laugh. Nana would sometimes stop in the middle of knitting or doing household chores, observing Gwenny, fascinated how similar she was to her mother.

However, Gwenny still isn’t aware of her beauty. She is of small stature and only has nothing but shenanigans in her head, but sometimes her friends or classmates would stare at her in astonishment like they saw her for the first time. Gwenny just doesn’t know yet what effect she would have on her surroundings in the future and how she could use her power as Part-Veela (in a good way or for even more pranks?). We’ll see.

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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 4
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 5

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In itself, there was nothing special about Béatrice. She came from a small family with only muggles, or so she thought. Her youngest sister Áslaug has loved to sing at every opportunity and although she was just a little child, her voice was well known in their village, since their mother would make her join the churches choir. Gudrun had been lively and creative, she could build puppets out of wood and stones and made them almost appear real with her way of playing with them.
Béatrice, however, was never creative or inventive. She would do whatever she was told to do and never question it, that was expected of her after all. She did not stay out at all and even though there were not many people living in their village, people hardly knew who she was.

In fact, barely anyone noticed her absence once she got accepted at Durmstrang. Her father had prepared himself for all the questions he thought would come up. About where his oldest daughter had vanished to, about how it was possible that Béatrice could visit a school in another country even though the family hardly had enough money to survive. But despite everything, nobody ever questioned her absence.

The few who had visited her parents after she had gone had wanted to offer their condolence. Gudrun had died only a few weeks before Béatrice had left for Durmstrang from Tuberculosis. When they had been at their house, they didn't even notice Béatrice was gone.

At home she was a nobody without a name, just the oldest sister. At school she was the one with the weird name at first. Interestingly it was the first time in her life that she has been the center of attention. It didn't last for long, soon the others were bored of her, they even were bored of making fun of her birth name. By the start of her third month at the new school, she was already just one of many faces. Béatrice had preferred it that way. She liked the solitude and to be a face in the crowd, to be one of many children that came from too many places.

When she got older, nothing changed too much. There still were no close relationships for her. She had wandered from one place to another and she was greeted with warm words wherever she showed up, but when she had decided to move on, people were quick to bid her goodbye. Not because of hate but because they had no need for her anymore. Year after year, she was happy to help when people needed her and to silently vanish once she felt she had become abundant. Her journey has had helped her to meet many people and to listen to many stories. Stories she cherished in her heart and which she hoped to tell others. You could even say she had a talent of telling stories.

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Strength: 2
Stamina: 2
Evasion: 4
Accuracy: 12
Arcane Power: 25
Wisdom: 25 (+2)