She’s six years old living off the west coast of France. Her mother is a painter, an eccentric woman who would spend hours on the beach capturing one sunrise after the other. She would never paint the sunset. According to her, a setting sun marked an ending. A rising sun, the beginning. Audrey was primarily raised by her grandmother, who would often tell her stories about their ancestry. Descended from French nobility, Adeline de Beauvoir took great pride her family history. But Audrey didn’t know her father. Adeline had always told her that he was a backpacker her mother met one night, who disappeared the next day, leaving behind a child. Audrey would wonder, but she never asked. She was content with her grandmother, and her beach.
It took two days for them to notice her mother was missing. Often, she would wander off, inspired by something or other, and the only communication between them would be a hastily scrawled note left on the front door. But they hadn’t seen her since the week before, and without any indication as to where she might have gone, they were lost. It took months for them to come to terms with her disappearance. But nothing changed. She had never had much to do when it came to Audrey’s upbringing. That was all Adeline.
She’s eleven when it happens. For months, she’d experienced moments of what her grandmother called de ja vu. Audrey would insist that what was happening, had happened before. That she had seen it. No one ever believed her. They would smile at her, caress her cheek and shake their head. “Don’t be silly, little girl -“ they would say, ”- how could you?“
The more they doubt her, the more upset she becomes. Adeline tried to console her, but it was difficult when she questioned Audrey’s gift as well. She begged her grandmother not to leave one night, to stay with her where it was safe. But Adeline didn’t listen, and Audrey watched with tears in her eyes as the woman who raised her left. She would not return. Audrey would later come to learn that what happened that night would not have happened had her grandmother listened to her. Had Adeline stayed, Audrey would have been calm and comforted by her grandmother. Instead, she was distraught.
Something snapped. What was supposed to be a calm night quickly developed in to a raging storm. Lightning flashed, thunder roared. The harder Audrey cried, the harder the rain fell. Île de Ré hadn’t seen such wet weather in well over a century. The roads were flooded, the sky black. Half the town were out. Most wouldn’t make it home. Audrey was found in her home after rescuers cleared the roads of debris from the storm.
She wasn’t the same after that. She was quieter, a little distant. It took a year for a family to take her in. With no other relatives, she was flown to England where she was adopted by a couple with two children of their own. She was older than them. Four years older than William, ten years older than Isobel. She liked the Robbins’ - they were nice to her, they took her in. But she never told them about her gifts. Throughout her teenage years, Audrey did what she could to research what she was seeing, what was happening. It wasn’t until she was nineteen that she learned the truth.
Coming to terms with her new identity as a witch wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be. Having already lived for years knowing that something was different about her, finally understanding what that something is - it was a weight lifted off her shoulders. Audrey embraced her new normal.
Her adoptive parents thought she joined a cult.
As years pass, Audrey’s gifts became stronger, as did her control of them. What started as a strong feeling about what might happen developed in to glimpses of the future, visions. It didn’t take her long to notice her connection to the weather. She realised that night when she was eleven - it was her fault. She’d felt something wrong that night, but she couldn’t recognise it for what it was until she understood what she was. Her emotions that night caused the storm, unable to control her upset, her manifesting magic lashed out.
She knew better now. The more she learned about magic and witches, the easier it became to manipulate the weather to suit her purposes. Audrey, surprisingly, preferred the soothing sound of a thunder storm. Despite what happened in her childhood. It didn’t make sense, except maybe, it did. Because her gift was who she was and she couldn’t begrudge that. It was the precognition she had trouble with. Trying to piece together what her visions mean, what is real and what isn’t - it took time.
Audrey left England just after she turned twenty. Moving to America where she could immerse herself in her culture, she settled in New Orleans where she spent five years honing her craft. The locals started coming to her for psychic readings, wanting to know what might lie in their future, but Audrey’s clientele were exclusive. After all, she didn’t half-ass her predictions.
Not long after her twenty-fifth birthday, Audrey had a vision. She saw herself standing on a bridge, looking at a city skyline. The Empire State Building haloed by a rising sun. It’s so clear and so finite that Audrey can only take it as a sign. She packs a bag, books a flight, and leaves late that night. The airport is ominously quiet, almost still. A strange feeling starts to press down on her chest as she walks toward the gate. She stops suddenly, confused and disorientated, a sense of wariness almost causing her to turn back. But she perseveres, and as she steps forward, her surroundings shift. Her view is different. It’s quiet, still - but as she moves towards the window, the city she sees outside isn’t New Orleans.
Audrey is a scorpio. The eighth zodiac, scorpio’s are known to be very intense. They question everything and work hard to make sense of things. This applies to Audrey completely. She’s stubborn when she sets her mind on something, vague when she reads cards, but blunt when she reads palms. To describe Audrey, the phrase "the calm before the storm” comes to mind for most. It is very difficult to antagonise her. To provoke her a mistake. She has excellent control over her gift of weather manipulation but her emotions are still tied it’s power. She doesn’t like to alter the weather too much or too often, believing to do so would upset the natural balance, but on occasion she has cleared the skies or brought the heat.
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