xxxCʟᴜʙs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴏʀᴛs: xxxxx⇾Literary Society xxxxx⇾Music Club xxxxx⇾Culinary Club
xxxAᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs: xxxxx⇾Co-Captain of Literary Society xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Sʜʏ Even though Ella doesn't hide quite as often, she's still pretty shy in social situations. She prefers to be out of the spotlight and away from crowds whenever possible.
xxxxx⇾Cᴀʟᴍ It takes a lot for Llewella to break from her perfectly calm demeanor... and even if someone does, they’d still have her façade of calm to contend with. She’s like a duck. Cool and calm on the surface, while paddling like heck to stay afloat.
xxxxx⇾Cʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ When she’s able to show it, Llewella has a ton of creative energy within her. Usually it’s kept hidden, so she channels her creativity into writing or drawings she can easily hide from those that may destroy them.
xxxxx⇾Sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ A lifetime of abuse translates into a constant fear of noises coming nearer. Llewella will always run away if things get too tense, or if someone comes at her with aggression. And if she runs... good luck finding her for a long while.
xxxxx⇾Dʀᴇᴀᴍʏ When you’re trapped in an all-grey room, sometimes your escapes have to be in the form of daydreams. If she is able, she mentally builds a little fantasy world to escape her daily blues.
xxxxx⇾Cᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ For anyone Llewella may ever meet, she will always feel empathy and worry over their plights. Her life has been hard, and she always feels terrible when other people have issues, no matter how small. She hopes offering a listening ear will make others smile, even if she becomes weighed down by the problems of many.
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Heavy Snowfall (though it does have its own beauty) xxxxx⇾Alcohol xxxxx⇾Fish Dinners xxxxx⇾Abusers xxxxx⇾Tight, Pinchy Dress Shoes
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Drawing xxxxx⇾Delving into Fantasy xxxxx⇾Exploring
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Super Stealthy - Llewella can sneak up on dang near anyone... or more likely, evade sight xxxxx⇾Imaginative - Llewella is amazing at thinking up wonderful new worlds of her own creation
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Timid - Llewella is pretty much always in the shadows, terrified to step into the light xxxxx⇾Soft-Spoken - Llewella will almost never speak up on her own behalf... or that of anyone else. She’s always terrified of the reaction, so she’ll often go along with plans, regardless of her feelings on the matter.
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾To finally get to dance in a fancy ball xxxxx⇾To be brave
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Abuse/Torment xxxxx⇾Blizzards
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Born of an affair with Gwen Eynon and Markus Antonov. As soon as Gwen’s pregnancy came to light, Markus and his wife, Ivona were immediately infuriated. It wasn’t much longer that Gwen was shunned. Markus (though angrily) agreed to pay for the pregnancy, then ongoing child support... provided the child born was a male.
After 20 weeks, Gwen found out the baby was to be a female, but she urgently needed the money from the Antonov family. Using her computer skills, Gwen doctored the ultrasound to show “proof” of the baby’s gender, and Markus, being less than tech savvy, believed her lie.
Gwen, partway through her pregnancy fled Scandinavia and went home to Wales to have the baby. She did everything alone, and any time pictures were needed, she’d dress her sweet Llewella in little boy’s clothes to keep getting money as long as possible. Of course, eventually she’d get found out, but the Antonov family didn’t seem to care to meet the illegitimate child, not when they had seven sons they already deemed “perfect” in their militant style.
It wasn’t until Llewella was four that she was discovered, following the tragic passing of her mother. Her will laid out that Markus should take the child, since she was his, and he begrudgingly accepted.
When Llewella made it to her new home, several countries away, the Antonov family was shocked and enraged to discover a young girl, rather than another son. Markus and Ivona lashed out in fury, treating Llewella every bit like the hatred they felt. They encouraged the boys to pick on her, to shun her from any family events. Though she was cared for, it was only within the confines of the law. Once, at age 6, the older three boys locked her outside the house while a blizzard fell around the house, and her only means of survival was to hide in the boys’ treehouse... where she was beaten for invading when discovered the next morning.
Llewella learned fast to always be silent, and to learn to hide herself away to protect from the abuse and torment. The longer she could avoid detection, the safer she felt. At the time she moved, Ella only knew Welsh. And since she was only ever scolded for speaking her mother tongue, she withdrew further, doing her best to learn their languages and all, but she began to refuse to speak at all. Not like it mattered, her words always seemed to fall on deaf ears.
On her eleventh birthday, Llewella received a magical letter to Hogwarts, unlike the invites all the boys received to Durmstrang. Markus was angry, but Ivona simply said it’d be a blessing to send “the girl” far away to no longer distract the boys. While it hurt Llewella’s heart, she knew it was probably for the best.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx As a first year, Ella just did her best to avoid people. Within the first few days, she had a tumble on the steps with a rather dour boy. A few days later, she braved her first club. She went to cooking club, hoping to just quietly observe the others cook so perhaps she could learn for when she was home. Unfortunately for her, she was immediately spotted, thanks to the Captain's giant dog. They brought her over and tried to include her, but who should show other than the dour second year. She very quickly made an exit when he started trying to push food onto her.
A few hours later, Ella had tried to return to the student kitchen, hoping perhaps to attempt a recipe she'd located. Thankfully for her, the Cooking Club captain had had a similar idea. The two talked while Linsey showed her how to use some of the tools, letting Ella make somewhat of a friend... she hoped. Linsey seemed a bit confused when the first year had only been able to eat a few bites of what turned out to be a giant meal. Thankfully, she knew what to do with the leftovers.
Over winter break, Ella tried to floo home, only to find her family missing and the house abandoned. Her plan had been to return to Hogwarts on the train alone, but she'd been spotted by Linsey and Governess Heulwen. With help from Linsey and her aunt, Selina Grey, Ella was invited to stay with their family over break. Governess Heulwen worked to set plans in motion for Ella to be turned over to the orphanage upon the conclusion of the school year.
But instead, Ella found out that she'd officially been adopted into the Grey family as Linsey's younger sister. She had a home and a family that actually cared about her! It was perhaps the best gift she'd ever received. She got her own room and lots of safe places to hide. The family seemed to accept that she was a little more timid than they were, going extra steps to make her comfortable, yet keep her included. Even when they went to a big music festival, Mother Hannah and Linsey took turns holding hands with Ella and kept her in a pair of noise-dampening headphones.
Upon returning to school, Ella braved the Cooking Club yet again, though this time she didn't leave early. One of the older (yet very much unintimidating) boys, Tàmhas Ghobhainn, tied her hair up in a fancy bun, which made Linsey quite happy. Normally, the Greys had to alternate who brushed Ella's messy hair from her eyes. After discovering an interesting new enjoyment of pizza, Ella followed after her sister to Art Club. She wanted to support Linsey, after all!
On one afternoon, Ella had opted to skip their daily family meal to sneak into the Music Room to practice on the Grand Piano there. It only took a few minutes before both Linsey and Finn found her. She'd been terrified about getting in trouble for touching the piano, but Linsey told her it was hers to use. She even restated that Ella was allowed to take up space, just like everyone else. The little trio had a "family jam session" which turned out to be rather fun.
As the year progressed, Ella became at least a little more confident and had a few friends. She even braved the stands to huddle beside Declan to watch her sister and her cousin play Quidditch. Sure, she had no idea what was happening, and Tàmhas' announcing did little to help since she really couldn't understand much, but at least she tried to support. It was a rough year for Finn's team, but Linsey's team came in second under her captainship. Ella briefly fantasized about playing, but realized she'd be too terrified to play in front of so many eyes. Maybe she'd just fly around sometimes. Surely Linsey would let her borrow a broom...
Third year was a whirlwind! For one thing, Serghei decided over the summer to transfer to Hogwarts, meaning her safe-haven from the Antonovs was ruined. Linsey made some sort of peace accords with him, saying he seemed to genuinely want to escape as well. While Ella didn't trust it, he did seem upset... But literally the second that they were supposed to leave for school, Serghei appeared looking all beat up, so they cut their goodbyes short and hopped on the train to heal him up. Thankfully, he seemed to leave her be through the school year, up until she tripped and fell. She wanted to wait for someone to help - that wasn't him - but he was all chivalrous and carried her up to the Hospital Wing for Linsey to fix her up.
It was there that Ella suspected those two might be up to something... smoochy. But Ella had a lot to do. She got help from Tàmhas to tell Linsey that maybe she wasn't exactly cut out to be the new leader of Culinary Club. They agreed it should be someone who could actually... cook. So it went to Declan, who'd also come out as a girl with a big party. Tàmhas secretly (or, not-so-secretly) helped Ella after she'd attempted to make berry muffins for the event. And by the end of the year celebration, Ella had had enough confidence to talk to Callum (finally) and try some of the Romanian sweets she'd always been deprived of.
Fourth year saw Ella missing Linsey quite a lot. She made up for the worries by spending more time with her friends. She and Alice even got permission to open a Literary Society club! It was fun for all of them to discuss books with people who seemed excited about them. There was a Halloween party, and Linsey sent her a poofy ballgown so she could be a princess for the event. It was very fun!
Fifth year was really nice, compared to many others. She spent lots of time with her friends, which was fun as usual. She also spent a lot of time in the library with Alice, studying for OWLs. Over winter break, another of her brothers found their way to the UK. Apparently Radovan had found Serghei and Linsey, and had worked to prove that he didn't want to join the other brothers in their steps. It took some convincing, but Ella agreed to give him a chance too. The year ended rather peacefully, which was a welcome break.
Of course, the good things came to a screeching halt when summer began. Father had managed to find Serghei, though thanks to him, Father remained unaware of Ella. Linsey grabbed her and took her home, before leaving to check on Serghei. When they came back, Serghei was very nearly dead, and she had to help Linsey try to keep him alive. Radovan showed up partway through, sealing some sort of scary rune on Serghei's chest. Apparently Father had branded him a traitor.
Only a few days after Serghei was healed enough to be functional, they were given a worrisome task to do. Radovan had given her an especially important mission, but it was one only she could accomplish. They all went to the old manor house in Romania, and they had to use her blood to get the door to unlock. She slipped up into the vents she'd used to hide within, climbing her way through the house and down to the huge old vaults. Following a letter left by Mother, Ella learned that her real mother was Ivona Antonov. She walked into the vault, finding an orb containing an old key. Lifting it started to close the vault, but she narrowly made it out before it locked.
Upon going back upstairs, Ella handed the orb to Radovan, who used a spell to break the key. Ella hurried to hide with Linsey, and thankfully she did, since Ivona decided to use the upheaval to behead Markus. From that second, Dmitry claimed himself the new leader of the family..... but Radovan stepped up to fight for the title. Ella held onto Linsey, watching the fight break out. Thankfully, it ended with both their lives. Radovan pulled away Dmitry's magical core, trapping it in the orb from the vault. It didn't take long for a few of the women in the battlefield to arrest all of the brothers.... minus Radovan and Serghei.
Ella was cleaned up and spoke to her mother in an actual communication, then Radovan, who said she had done such a wonderful job. He made sure she knew that she wasn't complicit in Markus' death, even though she felt like she was. The only good things to come of the whole mess were Radovan and Serghei's freedom... and Serghei and Linsey's engagement. It was really, really hard to focus on the rest of the summer after that.
Thankfully, her thoughts were distracted by going back to school. Well, to some degree. She was even more anxious, despite things being... somewhat settled. After her friends trying to figure out what caused her mood to be fully dipped. Finally, she gathered her courage enough to tell Alice the whole ordeal at the Healthy Haunts meeting. Once that was off her chest, it was surprising how much better she felt. She was able to reconnect with friends, and she finally felt free.
The year was mostly spent with her friends, helping in clubs and even practicing in Animagus Studies. She, much like Alice, decided to take advantage of her Transfiguration skill so that she could make sure that Sebastian had friends on the full moon (and also because it seemed fun!). They were also informed of a big school dance in the spring. Over winter, their group all met at Cloak & Coven, but Ella's dress was designed and made by Linsey instead. From there, Ella spent countless hours embroidering roses into the fabric. When the dance finally arrived, Ella had so much fun with Lyric, even if they mostly just spun around with their flower crowns.
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xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ: xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Alice McNamara xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Sebastian Moon, Finn MacDavis-Grey, Fiadh O'Shea, Callum Snatch, Lyric Joss, Csuri Narain, Vikram Bhattacharyya, Rey Ross-Heulwen, Meallan Heulwen, Rosa Abrams, Aina Dahl-O'Kerry, Tàmhas Ghobhainn xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: The Entire Antonov Family (minus a few) xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
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