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December 12, 1965, 1:18 am, Yaxley Manor, Czechoslovakia
Haunted. It was the only way Kveta could describe the quiet manor. Snow fell from the heavens, catching in the moonlight to shimmer before settling into the blanket that had already been formed, or catching on the stone windowsills, chilling the glass panes even further. She loved her home, even in times like this but with her parents away to visit Aurel, and Mirek nestled asleep in his bed, there was a distinct loneliness to the sizable home.
Bare feet padded against the cold wood floors as Kveta crept from her bed, leaving the heavy duvet in crumples behind her. She had always thought her bedroom fit for a princess. The silk canopy, enchanted to hang around the frame of the bed, always tickled her fingers as she’d push through it’s curtain, and the bay window allowed her to overlook the courtyard far below. Tonight though, she felt more intruder than princess in her home. She must be careful, even with her father gone he’d surely know if she took even one misstep. Knowing him, he’d have left instructions for one of his associates to keep an eye on the manor. Her curiosity couldn’t be assuaged, despite knowing the risk.
Kveta gently turned the ornate doorknob, pulling the heavy oak door as slowly as she could so as to not cause a groaning from the age of it all. Mirek’s bedroom was just down the hall, and if she woke him her adventure would be swiftly cut. At twelve, she was expected to be able to manage her baby brother while her parents were away like this. Being home for the holiday was a privilege, not a right, so she didn’t want to jeopardize it by waking her brother and having to tend to him. She left her bedroom door cracked open, pulling her wand from the sleeve of her sweater. “Lumos,” She whispered, watching as a soft glow came from the tip of her wand.
The young witch walked quietly down the hallway, pausing at the top of the stairwell to lean over and check that all was still quiet. Her parents would not be home until the morning, when they’d bring Aurel with them. No doubt there would be endless celebrations about her sibling’s return home. Kveta fought an eye roll as she continued down the hallway, taking the second set of stairs up toward her father’s study. She was forbidden from being in there without him, and had only been in the room with his company a handful of times. The fact that it was forbidden thrilled little Kveta. She would write to Dmitry about it, recounting the racing in her chest as she snuck inside the large parlour room.
Pausing at the door, Kveta looked once more to ensure she was truly alone before tapping her wand against the doorknob, then the center of the door twice, and drawing it out in the script-style Y she’d learned from a very young age. The door clicked, unlocking in response to her movements, and moved on it’s own accord to swing open. Kveta’s eyes widened in both excitement and nerves as she watched. She took a quiet breath, shoulders rising and falling, before stepping into the room. The door swung shut behind her, clicking again.
Do not worry about that, Kveta thought to herself. The snow outside continued to fall, each flake enormous as it clung to every surface. The moon illuminated the study through the window, and Kveta couldn’t help but hurrying to the sill to see out. It was breathtaking, the view. She could see for miles and miles, and she longed to sit there and watch all night and into the dawn when the colors would spread across the land. She knew she couldn’t though. Time was precious and she was wasting it.
The young Yaxley went to her father’s desk instead, pleased to find the heavy tome she’d been so curious about still present. She reached to open the book, frowning at the blank, but worn pages that met her. That didn’t make sense. Nose scrunching in confusion, she considered what she could do. Her father must have charmed it. What could she--
“Revelio,” She waved her wand, grinning as the letters began to bleed through the stained pages. Bless Dmitry for showing her harder spells. The letters moved like tiny cogs, fitting into their rightful order until the pages were back to normal. She squinted at them, recognizing the words weren’t Czech or Russian. One name in particular stuck out to her: Grindelwald. She wasn’t surprised, by any means. She knew her family had supported the dark wizard’s cause years ago, but she wondered what it had to do with the pages of the book before her.
She kept turning, drawings aiding in her limited understanding as the book recounted some of her family’s history. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from the page as her heart raced. She turned once more, only the sound of the pages rustling filling her ears, when the book revealed a pair of earrings. They must belong to her grandmother, she thought, reaching for the pair with curiosity. Before her fingers could touch the silver pieces, her father’s deep voice filled her ears.
“I would not touch those, if I were you.” He warned. Kveta jumped back, knocking the book from the desk with a heavy thud as she spun to see her father standing in the door frame. He crossed the space between them, bending down to pick the book up and returning it to the desk.
“Papa I--”
“You were curious about our family, as you should be. Though perhaps not at this hour, hm? And not without supervision. I do not fault you your curiosities, Kveta. Come,” He commanded, moving to sit in the chair. He gestured for Kveta to sit beside him. Fearful that she was still in trouble, she settled in the chair nearest and looked to her father. “Our family has a long and proud history, Kveta, but there are things you are too young to understand. There is danger in walking those waters unaided. When you are older, you will understand.”
Kveta frowned, “What about the earrings, papa? What is so dangerous about a pair of earrings? Were they grandmother’s?” She asked, unable to stop the flood of questions.
Mr. Yaxley chuckled darkly. “They were your great grandmother’s. They are cursed, Kveta. One touch and I would have lost you to a magic even I could not reverse.”
“Cursed? How so? Lost me, papa what do you mean?” She asked, hanging on his every word.
“You needn’t trouble yourself with that. Forget the earrings for now, when you are older perhaps we will talk of them again. For now, how about I tell you about your great Uncle Alesandr, hm? He was a clever man, of great renown.” He smirked, recounting the stories until Kveta fell asleep in her chair.
She woke with the sunlight, hours later, nestled back in her bed once more. A tiny box sat on her dresser, wrapped in silver paper. The earrings were protected by soft padding, almost identical in style to the cursed pair hidden in the old tome, but the gem shimmered a soft purple instead. This pair wasn’t cursed, but enchanted still, for protection.
Present Day, Kveta’s Apartment, London, England
Kveta waved her wand over her trunk, setting things to unpack themselves as she sat down at her vanity. The light purple of her earrings reflected beautifully in the mirror as she watched her things behind her. A knowing smile spread across her lips as a tiny silver box drifted to her dresser and settled in the top drawer, to the back. She lifted her fingers to gently remove the clasp on her earring, setting one, then the other on the vanity table.
Her visit home had been revealing in many ways, but she was glad to be home in England once more. She missed it. She reached for her quill and a piece of parchment, forgetting about the second pair of earrings nestled in her drawer in favor of penning letters to her loved ones.
It's time to stand up, stand up Show me what you're made of Hands up, hands up Fight the fear Fight the fear Rise up from the ground Gonna make you a believer Fight the fear Fight the fear Blood, sweat, tears Make the pain taste sweeter
Kveta + Dmitry;
I told my dyin' daddy That I had to run away Looked him in the eyes Said, "there ain't no other way" So woman, if I tell you that I love you, be ok 'Cause I ain't lyin' I don't lie Without an alibi
@dmitrynott
You were alone left out in the cold Clinging to the ruin of your broken home Too lost and hurting to carry your load We all need someone to hold
You’ve been fighting the memory all on your own Nothing washes, nothing grows I know how it feels being by yourself in the rain We all need someone to stay We all need someone to stay
Hear you falling and lonely, cry out Will you fix me up? Will you show me hope? The end of the day, I'm helpless Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?
I wrote my way out of hell I wrote my way to revolution I was louder than the crack in the bell
Hurricane, Hamilton
Why did your character join the Order/Death Eaters/remain neutral?
Kveta seeks power. It is as simple as that. Joining the Death Eaters is her way of ensuring that. She sees those among the dark lord’s ranks, men and women with connections, wealth, influence, legacy. These are not the underdogs. They are the brave and courageous individuals who will stand firmly in their beliefs. It is no coincidence that these individuals are the ones with generations of successful individuals. It is by no small chance that they approached her to join them–they see her potential. At least, this is Kveta’s belief. She believes they saw her ability, her skill, her way with words or her heart, and believes that once this is over, she will live the life she feels deserving of. One with a strong, successful husband, and happy family. Because even with the war, Kveta longs to grow her family, to be wrapped in the love and affection of those that matter to her. Joining the Death Eaters is, what she believes to be, her best shot at that. She understands remaining neutral isn’t an option anymore, not when she doesn’t quite have the name to back it up. Not when she could be so useful.
Why did they choose their occupation?
Perhaps becoming a legal aide isn’t the most obvious choice for Kveta, but she believes it is a very respectable choice. She helps those she feels are owed help. She gets to practice her eloquence, and has always been very good at memorizing facts, stating and backing up claims, and pretending until she’s believed. Beyond that, though, it has placed her with the correct connections, those with power and authority, and gives opportunities for other deals. Pointing a sorry criminal in the direction of a good friend who can help, for instance, is just a small favor, but she’s not afraid to collect on debts owed, with interest, of course.
What are their boggart and patronus and why?
Kveta has never seen her boggart, but if she were, it would take the form of a wolf. It’s not that she’s afraid of wolves, or werewolves for that matter, but rather it’s the idea behind it. The lone wolf dies, the pack survives. Kveta deeply fears losing her people, particularly her family. She knows that without them, she is nothing. Everything she is, everything she has, comes from her family. She needs them, and the fact that she’s unaware of Mirek’s betrayal breaks my heart. It’s absolutely devastating, because there is nothing this young woman wouldn’t do for her family. That is, she of course argues with them and what not, but the depth of her connection won’t allow petty arguments to cost her family. Her patronus, on the other hand, is the arctic fox. Described as “cunning, stealth, persistence”, the Arctic fox is infinitely adaptable. (x) Kveta uses her resources to get what she wants, she can be deceitful and sly, and is absolutely persistent. She’s also graceful and elegant, which the Arctic fox also is. She is able to cast the patronus charm, having learned due to inclination toward and love for charms.