| I was born the youngest of 10 children, the oldest being my brother Michea. When I was five I was spirited away in the middle of the night by him to save me from certain death. The rest of my family died that night, killed by the humans we had brought into our city. I was too young to understand what was going on so I guess I am lucky, for it has left a permanent scar on Michea. He taught me how to disguise myself as a human so we could blend in with those who destroyed our race. For countless millenia we traveled about, his hatred growing while my facination for humans and their customs did the same. From time to time we entered enchanted sleeps, I still am not sure how much time passed during those "Naps", which keep us youthfull and recharge our magic. Around the 1400s we arrived in England and much to Michea's dismay I accidently reverted to my true form while speaking with a merchant. It caused an uprising and we had to flee the country (Apparently there are still stories about us). We arrived in France and traveled to Paris where I fell in love with a gypsy by the name of Clopin Trouillefou. Michea deserted me for falling in love with a human but I didn't care, I was in love. I had one child who I named Findecano, in human tongue Jehan. Before the child was five years old war broke out and my husband was killed. I gave my son to a close friend to raise, not knowing of his latent powers, and fled the country. Michea found me wandering in China and took me in again, in his words "Forgiving me" of my love to a human. We again entered a sleep and awoke in the early 1900s. After much studying of what had happened over the past centuries we traveled to England once again and took up residence in London. The years passed and I came to stumble upon a clipping from a wizard newspaper called the "Daily Prophet" for a teaching job at a wizarding school in potions. I applied for the job (potions being my specialty all my life) but was turned down due to lack of knowledge of the wizarding world and having not gone to a wizarding school. My curiosity got the better of me and I convinced Michea to move with me to Hogsmeade, a wizarding town near Hogwarts and I enrolled as a student (having worked out the details with the headmaster. I was sorted into Ravenclaw after sitting with a hat on my head for nearly 10 minutes. Though I was accepted into the house many of my housemates disliked me and kept me as an outcast. I became friends with a boy named Remus Lupin who I discovered later in the year to be a were-wolf (lucky for me my race can't be turned). We became friends and he introduced me to his friends James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. In my second year I became the keeper for my house's quidditch team and also received the nickname Incendi after I accidently blew up the potions room and set my partner Severus Snape on fire (never work with someone flamable). My rivalry with Snape started about then and lasted until my fifth year when I became a prefect. Snape and I became "Mutual non-enimies" after a teacher told us to "Get along or spend the rest of the year in detention." His attitude softened slightly after I defended him at the end of the year from James and Sirius.....though I waited until I felt the prank had gone too far (until then I thought it was rather funny). I graduated with top marks in my OWLs and NEWTs and came back as the potions teacher, the previous one retiring at the end of my seventh year. I stayed on until I was asked to step aside to allow Snape to become the teacher and I would stay on as his "assistant" teacher. I belonged to the Order of the Pheonix. Three years ago I put in my work on the Wolfsbane Potion, having just finished finding the ingredients that WOULDN'T blow up when mixed the previous winter. I rejoined the Order and on the first day of the school year was fired for reasons unstated. I have heard news my son is still alive and am planning on going out to find him as soon as I can get away. |
