Post by HELENA SVEHLA on Jun 17, 2014 18:35:00 GMT
ADULT - CIRCLE OF THE PHOENIX
Helena Svehla
THE RECORDS BIRTH DATE: 21 January 1964FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood ABILITIES: Apparate, WAND: Hawthorn, Phoenix tail feather, inflexible. 13 Inches. FAMILY: Magnus Svehla 42 - Husband Alasdair Svehla (m) 19 Adelaide Svehla (f) 19 Hester Svehla (f) 17 Daughter The Story So Far... I was born into a privileged wizarding family. My father was an Auror for the Ministry and my mother worked for the Portkey Office. They were two worlds apart in the bustling Ministry, but fate drew them together. One morning they both entered the same elevator, there had been recent problems with the elevators and halfway to the 2nd level the elevator came to a standstill. They were stuck in the elevator for almost an hour before it started working again and as my father often said, the rest was history. I was born on a crisp cold January morning, I already had wispy tufts of red hair, just like my mother. My early years were blissful, living in a beautiful country house in Oxfordshire. My mother resigned from her job at the Ministry in order to raise me, while my father continued with his work. I was six years old when the Wizarding War began, my father stayed away for long periods of time and my mother seemed constantly anxious. She was reluctant for me to play outside alone and my father would return home and spend the evenings casting protection spells around the house. I didn't understand until I began at Hogwarts, how lucky I was that my family remained in tract through the first war. My father was one of a large group of Aurors who captured many of the Death Eaters responsible for the War. Many of my friends at Hogwarts lost family members and through them I truly understood the severity of the War. I was no longer sheltered in my family house. I didn't particularly shine in any of my lessons at Hogwarts and as I went through the years I began to wonder what it was I was mean't to do. My best friend Charity Burbage loved Muggle Studies and I began taking lessons with her. She opened my eyes to the prejudice many wizards hold for muggles, something which I would learn more about later in life. The summer of my graduation from Hogwarts the Ministry held an event for all of the staff, inviting international Ministry workers as well. Our family was invited and I attended the event filled with excitement for the party ahead. I met many of my fathers work colleagues and was completely in awe of the decorations. It was at the event I met my Husband, he was three years my elder and had recently begun working for the Norwegian Ministry, under International Magical Cooperation. He was charming, witty and had a promising career ahead of him. He was a graduate of Durmstrang and came from a Pureblood family. We married less than a year later and he took up a job at the British Ministry, while I pursued a career in Journalism. I learned I had a talent for writing and a few months later my first articles were published in the Daily Prophet. They were a series of tributes to the families who had been most affected by the wizarding war. If anyone asked me then how our marriage was getting on I would have responded with 'Perfect'. We were happy and that happiness grew with the birth of our twins Alasdair and Adelaide. From the beginning they were a pair of mischief makers, I would often put them in their cots to later find them sitting in the strangest of places. I would hunt for them, only to find two pairs of eyes watching me from the top of the wardrobe, or from behind their toybox. I worked from home publishing a vairty of articles and interviews for the Daily Prophet. I was a popular columnist and after the birth of my second daughter Hester, I opened an 'Ask Helena' section for mothers of magical babies. My husband was driven mad by the constant stream of owls delivering letters from anxious mothers, who had similar problems with their magical babies. My Twins only attended Hogwarts for the first year, both were sorted into Gryffindor. It was during that year I realised I'd been blind to my husbands antics. I'd been so busy with the children and my blossoming career that I'd not noticed all the late nights and strange habits he'd developed. I knew things at the Ministry were upside down, with the looming war I was reluctant to let my children leave for Hogwarts, but he convinced me they would be safe. A year later the Ministry fell under the power of Death Eaters. Time passed and dark circles plagued Magnus's eyes and I began to worry. He was a pureblood, he didn't need to worry about his safety and we had nothing to hide, I could easily prove my blood status, but I didn't want to. That's when the arguments started, I wanted to take the children from Hogwarts and for us as a family to relocate somewhere safer. I was fearful of the new ministry and distrustful of their motives. It was then I learned what Magnus had become. I suppose I should have known he would always have lean't towards agreeing with the new regime. I had always known that his family had prized their blood status and that Durmstrang had encouraged its pupils in the Dark Arts, but I had always thought that was in his past. The mark burned and Magnus left the house. It was a blustery summer evening. I packed quickly that night, throwing what I needed into my bag, which i'd enchanted to hold as much as I needed. I didn't make the decision to leave easily, but I couldn't let my children be exposed to the ideas that the ministry and my husband was supporting. I woke the children and helped them pack, before taking them to my fathers house. He would know what to do. We stayed with my father for the rest of the summer, protected by his magic, my husband couldn't reach us. I told the children we were taking a holiday while father was busy working. I knew they didn't believe me, but none questioned me further. Perhaps they saw the hurt beneath my eyes. My father and I began lessons with the children, I didn't want their magical education to suffer. I received owls from my husband, but I couldn't bear to respond. The Battle of Hogwarts, left the school in tatters and my husband no longer had the explain the children's absence from school. It wasn't long after that my father got wind of the hideaway and I relocated the family behind the safety of the hideaways walls. There my children could learn with others their age and I could restart my career. Of course, I could no longer write for the Daily Prophet, but The Quibbler was one among several papers that would publish my articles. My Mixed Up Mind Helena has built a strong wall around her emotions, for the past year she'd thought of nothing but ensuring her families survival. She often worries about the choices she made, should she have taken her children from their family home? They would have been protected, but she would have been exposing her children to the regime she feels is unjust. She fear's seeing her husband again and resents the choices he made. A small part of her still loves him, but her morals mean more to her. She has found a small circle of friends in the hideaway and they support her when she needs it most. She loves her children dearly, but sometimes finds it difficult to look them in the eye as she holds an extreme amount of guilt as to their current situation. Like her red hair, Helena is extremely passionate and stubborn, she is a hard woman to dissuade once she's made her mind up. SLAYER - 23 - UK - FEMALE |
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