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I’m desperately looking for a Leta to play with. Doesnt have to be anything shippy, just... Leta. Please.
And a Theseus too.
Well... What is Leta Lestrange looking at in that desk?
Certainly not something that say L+N what are you talking about
No! She is looking at the wonderful gifts she has prepared to give your muses on December 25!
Like or reblog for Leta to send your muse a present (and if you are a multimuse just comment who you want to receive the gift).
This include you Jewish muses! For you guys it’ll just be a good old regular present!
Biography/ Headcannons (NOT SPOILER FREE)
Leta Lestrange
30 October, 1896 - September 1927
Daughter of Corvus Lestrange and Laurena Kama
Step-Daughter of Clarisse Tremblay
Half-Sister of Corvus Lestrange and Yusuf Kama
Fiancé of Theseus Scamander
Alliance to the Ministry of Magic/ the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Former Slytherin
a monster
Childhood:
Leta Lestrange grew up always being told who and what she was. A pure blooded witch who would one day carry on the family name by attaining the highest possible OWL and NEWTS scores at Hogwarts before marrying a fellow Slytherin pure blood and expanding the family. She was a flower. Nothing more. This is what she was trained to be. Nothing more. Nothing less.
She was lonely, most of her companions being books. When she saw her father it was never pleasant, and then non existent when he remarried. If she did get out of the house it would always be for a visit to her mother at the graveyard she was buried.
The birth of her brother, Corvus, changed everything. She was no longer that flower. She was no longer a Lestrange.
She was separate.
To America:
She was not happy to go to America. She complained and fussed but with a strike from her father she was out the door. Irma, who had worked specifically with Leta most of her life, could do not to soothe her.
Leta just stayed silent, watching her baby brother, who did nothing but wail.
Irma, despite her intentions could do nothing to soothe the child. It was left to Leta, her only words spoken to anyone being hushed lullabies.
For a couple days it gave her an identity, something new. Who and what to be.
But then he didn’t stop crying and all hope was lost.
And so the night that the ship sunk, Leta switched her brother out for another infant, only for a moment, just for some quiet, but the moment passed and before she knew it he was bellow the waves lost her identity once again and found herself to be nothing.
Hogwarts:
It was strange. For something Leta had always dreamed about doing she was not to happy to be at Hogwarts, which she found alright as her classmates weren’t too happy to have her their either, so Leta once again kept to her books and day dreaming about what to do when she got out of this place.
The library was were she spent most of her time, seeing it as a hiding spot for only her, a world that she had to explore.
She met Newt there, the two of them reaching for the same book, and her hiding spot was infiltrated.
The Scamander Brothers:
She never could have had a relationship with Newt. Feelings, sure. Leta Lestrange could and did love Newt with all of her being. She loved Newt and then he got expelled. And she was all alone.
In that solitude she realized what that love was. Dependence.
It was toxic for a relationship. But enough for a brother.
Too pure for her
Theseus on the other hand was another being entirely. Leta credits the solider as the one who shattered her exterior. She isn’t dependent on him, but rather equal with him.
He helped her find value in herself, not gave her value.
He made her feel all light and she couldn't wait to marry him.
He could never find out who she really was
At the Graves:
She couldn’t let him hurt them.
The boy searching for his identity was already another victim to her mistakes. She couldn’t let the boys be another.
So she stepped foreward and raised her want to the leader, turning to her boys.
“I L O V E Y O U”
And let the flames consume her.
-Character is owned by JK Rowling, Headcannons are owned by me
Headcannons Act 02
More Headcannons: https://ask-leta-lestrange.tumblr.com/post/180257307439/biography-headcannons-not-spoiler-free
Patronus:
Leta was absolutely horrified when it was revealed what beast was casted from her wand after saying the spell, most of her classmates being even more horrified at the strange creature they had been so lucky to never see and would hopefully never see again. After a while, she began to fall in love with her winged horse, thinking it to be the only one who would ever understand her completely.
Credence Barebone:
She pitied him. She felt bad for him, but in a way she also envied him. More than anything else she would love to not be anyone and he was out there trying to become someone.... Why?
That being said, she could never feel angry at him. All she could feel in pity and envy.
How could he not understand the blessing of being no one?
Slytherin:
She hated her house. She hated what her house said about her, regardless of how true it was. Within herself, Leta found none of the qualities of the house positive, let alone in herself.
It wasn't that she was above them, it was only that too much ambition and coldness... Perhaps it was what she was, but she would try and deny it, wishing more than anything that she could have been in Hufflepuff, that she could she the world through that lens.
But she couldn’t and the raven never would.
Blood Prejudice:
Leta Lestrange was told what to think about her blood. She should love the darkness that so often flows within the bloodline but she didn’t. She wouldn't deny the advantage her blood was supposedly to give to her, but she loved the half-blood’s personality and the muggle-born’s simple life at home.
Leta would never judge based on ones blood, but rather on one’s heart.
Herself:
Leta was supposed to be proud. She was supposed to be prideful of who she was and with every step make others weak with envy. But she didn't feel that way... She couldn’t.
She saw herself as wicked. A monster. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Leta couldn’t find a single thing to like about herself. The only thing she liked was her relationship with the Scamander boys, especially her friendship with Newt, but she had to be careful not to let anything slip. Or she could loose the only things she enjoyed about her life.
OPEN STARTER 01~ White Christmas
Leta Lestrange was pacing back and forth anxiously, scared, but at the moment more stressed pacing back and forth inside of the room, staring everywhere but the dress in front of her and at the ring on her finger.
She’s never been this terrified in her life. Not when she left her home for America. Not when her father disowned her. Not when she kept her mouth sealed when faced with expulsion. Not when she told the truth of her secret. Not when she stood up to Grindelwald ready to sacrafice herself. Not even when she said yes to this whole affair. Now, the punishment was here with a reckoning.
Part of her wanted to call the whole thing off, change her name and run where he couldn’t find her. He didn’t deserve that, but part of her was beginning to feel he didn’t deserve to be stuck with her for the rest of his life. And it was horrid timing: There was a war going on for Merlin’s sake!
“I... I don’t think I can do this...” She stopped her pacing, a tremble in her voice, “I.. I feel sick.”
OOC: ONE MONTH ANIVERSARY/ Leta-Mas
AHH GUYS!!!
Hi! OKAY! SO! THIS BLOG?! IS ALMOST AT IT’S ONE MOUTH ANIVERSARY! AND I AM ALSO ALMOST AT 50 FOLLOWERS SO! I AM DOING A THING AS A THANK YOU!
12 Days of Leta-Mas (12/13/18-12/25/18)
yes I hate the name too.
no I am not changing it
Anyhow so here is what this is going to include:
~ 12 Letters (one posted daily) from Leta at different points in her life to different people.
(INTERACTABLE: If a letter is addressed to your muse you can write a letter back or respond to said letter. In fact this is encouraged!)
~ 4 Winter Open Starters
(INTERACTABLE: These will be posted every couple of days for ANYONE to reblog and interact with me. They are your normal I create a general plot you respond and literaly I will write the same thing with five people if wanted)
~ A Gift Call for muses
(INTERACTABLE: By liking or reblogging a post, Leta will send your muse a Christmas Present {or just a present if your character is Jewish} on Christmas day)
~ Leta’s Birthday Event
-So this is kinda a whole day on it’s own. I headcannon Leta’s birthday to be on December 22 so on this day I will be posting headcannons about her past, playlists (which you can like or message or reply or reblog and I will make one on your muse), and a special birthday starter and this is a day (like literally you don’t have to though) where you can send Leta presents, and many! Many more!
~ 6 Photo Edits
And yeah who knows what else! I will probably come up with more and if/ when I do I will post it down bellow and let you all know.
Also if you like for a starter, or still want to, I am working on it. A bit behind on drafts but I am getting to it. Here is the starting call https://was-wicked.tumblr.com/post/180980328816/starter-role-call-like-or-reblog-for-a-starter
And all cheese aside thank you for following this blog and trusting my interpretation of Leta. It means the absolute world to me. Love you all and cannot wait for tomorrow!!
~
Ali
Send Leta Some Asks!!
((Especially about her and Theseus’ relationship. whoops make her cry or flustered or pissed. Interrogate, Challenge, Poke Fun of, Flirt with her. Make her day or break it. Shake her beliefs. Try your hand at making the Lestrange emotional. Or just ask her something. I dare you))
((Also if you want to plot something or send a meme, regardless of whether or not we have interacted or have several! I will 1000% want to work with you. I promise.))
OPEN STARTER
Tears fell down Leta’s face as she tried to calm herself. It’s just a storm... It’s just a storm. It can’t hurt me. I’m okay.
Still she couldn’t help but whimper at the harsh winds causing rain to slam hard against the glass windows, tears falling from her eyes as a small yelp left her mouth, and she rocked a bit.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.”
