Megaera Lestrange [Fin]

[Megaera Lestrange]

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The Character
Name: Megaera Persephone Lestrange
Nickname?: Meg, Seph
Gender: Female
Age/Year: 16 / sixth year
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Unknown, but believed to be pureblood
Pet (if any): n/a
Wand Info (wood, core, length): 11 inches, willow, chimaera scale core
Patronus: n/a

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Physical appearance
- Dark. That would've been the one adjective to describe most of her features. Exempting her skin, the adjective pretty much hits the center of the bull's eye. Upon landing your petty eyes on her, you would probably first notice her scrutinizing dark green eyes, perfectly curved and partially slanted that emphasizes how much she judges you by face. Sometimes, she uses her eyes to express her feelings towards certain things. For example, if she didn't like the way that you address her, she'd shoot you a piercing glare, straight in the eye; one that you wouldn't shake off quite easily.

You cannot be precise in telling what color her hair is. Though it leans more to a brownish hue, certain lights can turn it to red, else, black, though the latter you would only see if her hair is damp or wet. It falls past her shoulder if it suddenly decided to straighten, but usually, it falls in soft curls. She doesn't care much for intricate hairstyles, so she keeps it in either a ponytail, a half-ponytail or just plain down.

As for her height, well, she certainly is tall enough to be considered for a sixteen year old. Though she towers over some sixteen year olds, she's not that high to stand out in the crowd. In fact, she can wear heels and still look average-ish. Her weight, she does not bother with. She appears to be in proportioned, length to width.

She has a dimple marks on both sides of her cheeks, but her right one is more prominent than her left. Most people would suck up to her and tell her how cute it looks when she smiles. Didn't they know that dimples are facial defects? Seriously.
She also has a tiny bump of skin on her right cheek, just above the dimple. Her mother wanted to charm that one off, but Meg never wanted to alter something which was given to her.

As for her choice of clothes... well, there's nothing to criticize, she's up with the latest trends (supported by her mother's well-to-do bank account) but she tries to stay away from emo clothings. Robes are fine with her, but she wouldn't wear it in muggle public (I mean, hello? who wouldn't laugh at a girl who looked like she was going trick or treating in the middle of july?)

Character History:
- Funny enough, the stout witch who was one of the death eaters had a soft spot for a man. It was unusual for her to act like that, for she was always the strong woman; one who didn't need a man in her life.
Nothing was there to stop her. Her parents were dead, her brother didn't care. But who wanted her? She was considered aphroditic once, but then her first love died prematurely. Depression followed after and then she grew fat and stocky. It was then that she remembered how powerful she was. She slipped a love potion onto the teacup of a friend, who happened to be a certain Rabastan Lestrange. She loved him and so did he, but that was long ago... way before she turned fat and flabby and ugly. It worked for a month, but as the magic wore off, Rabastan's feelings returned, and he decided to start out with a family.
Within a year, Alecto Carrow was pregnant. At first, they were devastated. A child wasn't part of their plan at all. It was purely beneficial, though there was a rallying commitment between the two. But soon after, they have decided to accept it and move on. There was no proof of a marriage between the two.

On a certain December 17, a baby girl had been born. She had all of her mother's features and her father's hair. Her mother took the liberty of naming her Megaera, for it was one of the three furies, of which the name Alecto also originated.

Megaera, however, grew up in the care of a distant relative, for her parents were afraid that she might be the source of the knowledge of their hiding place. Her adoptive mother was a thin woman who didn't like children at all. So, she grew up with practically no mother figure... just an adult to watch over her.
As a child, she was influence by her cousin (whom she lived with). She grew up loving bugs and beetles and of course, the occasional torturing of lizards. But soon, her characteristics separated her from her cousin. As she entered her puberty, she grew more lady like, more reserved and more to herself. But most importantly, she grew more cunning. It wasn't at an alarming rate, so her benefactors didn't notice, but if they tried to compare the young Meg to the older Meg, then her Sleek, Malicious and generally evil personality would surely stand out.
As she turned eleven years old, the expected letter came. She immediately wrote to her mother (for she grew closer to her mother than her father) who personally accompanied her to get her stuff.
Five years after and she grew up to be just like her parents. She now supports (although this she did in secrecy) the dark Lord and would want to someday become active in service to him.

Personality:
- You may want to judge Meg by her physiognomy, but no matter how much she looks like a stupid party girl, she is, in fact the exact opposite. She's dead smart about things, and she hates it when people underestimate her. (In which case, whoever tries to intimidate her will fail and would find herself at the receiving end of a serious hex.)
Although she can be quite a party animal, she is -Most of the time- reserved. Silence she cannot avoid, although if you tried to converse with her, you'd find that she's smart with her choice of words, although sometimes her choices can be tactlessly hurtful. Therefore, Expect smart remarks.

She loves books and it is not extraordinary that you would find her sitting in a corner lost within a thick book. The common room is quite used to her being like that, and so is the library.

She's also proud, for she carries on a powerful name, a family noted for their pureness and nobility. The mere fact that there are but a few Lestranges in the world made her feel special. This made her also particular about Blood status. She rarely speaks to a half-blood and she never did speak to a muggle blood. For though she once didn't care who she was talking with, her mother forced her into the habit of ignoring the lesser mages.

Most of the time, you would find her intimidating. And why ever not? she has a sharp eye a quick tongue and (sometimes) a menacing look. Though (and as stated as above) she is good to converse with, it better start with you talking and talking with a good topic at that one. Dense people takes up her precious time.

But don't get her wrong, she's not at all that serious. With her friends, she lets her hair fall, exposing a bubbly personality. Although I must admit that sometimes, she can be quite a sadist even to her friends.

Sample

In broad daylight, the figure of a girl leaned against the wall. One eyebrow raised, eyes scanning the thin sheet of paper she was reading, one could already tell that she was seriously deep in thought.
Meg was certainly not one to be trifled with today. She already scraped a mere A in Herbology which pissed her off. It wasn't everyday that she failed a subject (by her standards) anyway.
Her dark green orbs stopped at the end of the page as she looked up, eyebrow still raised, wondering what the bloody hell was the commotion.

She got out of her position, her movements rather fluid against the graceful fall of robes upon her figure. She stood as tall as she could, and there was no doubt that she was trying to project now a seriously mean authority figure. She may not be a prefect (for merlin knows how abusive she would be if given that power), but with the prefects merely handful, somebody had to step in and take charge. Besides, she was well respected, with that last name of hers.

It wasn't long before she spotted the origin of the racket. Two boys were trying to pull of a prank. The girls, who seemed to be the ones who were supposed to be impressed, were, well, impressed. Meg rolled her eyes. She hated attention-seekers.

And speaking of which, there were more coming in her way. Three nasty little gremlins decided that it was bumping-too-hard-on-people day and well, Meg was the first victim.

She was taken aback by three nasty blows, literally. It wasn't so bad, but then, a group of seventh year huffies laughed at her. It was only natural for her to pay back.

What spell to use? Immediately thought she, pointing her wand secretly in the direction of those rats. Merely thinking of a spell, whatever it was (and she's not telling), it made those girls trip on whatever thing was there and landed face-first onto the hard cement. And then the boys started laughing.

"Next time," she, passing coolly by them smirking, said, loud enough to be heard, but in a tone which indicated that she was probably talking to herself. "Pick someone as dense as yourselves"

if you look like P.A. or Scratter the penises will run'

[Cécile De Volanges]

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