Headcannons Act 02
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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.