ROOKWOOD, LEAH KALYN

[LEAH KALYN ROOKWOOD]

The Revolution Has Begun

"There's no need to call me sir Professor."



FULL NAME: Leah 'Lee' Kalyn Rookwood.
NICKNAMES: Lee.
AGE: Seventeen.
BIRTHDAY: 8th June.
SEXUALIY: Heterosexual, however she isn’t particularly interested in relationships, love or sex.
BLOODLINE: Half Blood.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
YEAR: Sixth Year.
SIDE: Death Eater Supporter.
SPECIES/SPECIAL ABILITIES: Occlumency.
CANON: On this site, yes.


"You don't know what I'm capable of, you don't know what I've done!"



GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Lee reaches five foot six; she weighs around ten stone and has quite a curvy figure much to her annoyance. She’d much prefer to have a thinner boy like frame. Her features are angular and sharp, and she looks more like her father than her mother. Her nose isn’t particularly straight, and is rather round at the end. Her mouth tends to be turned down in a permanent grimace, however when she does smile she flashes a set of pearly white straight teeth. She is fair skinned, and lucky in the fact she tends to have quite clear skin, however she catches the sun easily and rarely will tan.

Lee doesn’t particularly follow trends, she doesn’t have the patience for it. In all honesty she’s never really had much patience for working on her appearance; you are more than likely to find her still asleep five minutes before classes, than doing her make up or hair. This probably explains why she usually has her hair cut so short, it saves her time in the morning and she thinks it makes her features look more defined giving her and air of severity. Lee’s hair is white blonde; the roots are slightly darker than the tips. Her hair is cut extremely short in a boyish style around her face. The majority of the time her hair tends to stick up at odd angles, usually due to the fact she hasn’t bothered to brush or style it.

When Lee isn’t wearing her Slytherin robes she tends to wear chequered shirts, tucked into black or white jeans with heavy boots. She’s never really tried to make herself look feminine instead she wears clothes for practicability and comfort. If you were to see her at one of Hogwarts socials, which is unlikely, you’re more likely to see her wearing wizards dress robes than a dress.

Lee doesn’t have any piercings’ or tattoos, she doesn’t believe in doing that to her body and believes that fashions like that are inspired by muggles, and so do not deserve the time of day. She doesn’t understand wizards that do get tattoos or piercings, after all why would you want to brand yourself with muggle accessories.


MOST LIKED FEATURE:
Lee isn’t a vain person and doesn’t really pay much attention to her appearance, but if she was forced to pick a feature she’d probably pick her teeth.
MOST HATED FEATURE:
Lee wishes she had more of a boyish figure.
HERITAGE: British,
ETHNICITY: Caucasian,


"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."



GENERAL PERSONALITY:

Lee tends to be rather obnoxious to her peers, she has little respect for the majority of them, and she thinks that their values are unimportant. She has a habit of becoming very irritable if she has to spend time with many students especially if they insist on discussing the latest ‘gossip’ or the newest wizard band. Lee quite honestly couldn’t care less about these trivial things; she has never spared any of her attention to fashion or music and feels that it is beneath her to even waste her time with them.

Lee has a burning desire to prove herself, being the first born in the Rookwood family she feels it’s her responsibility to take on a strong lead role and do the family name proud. A part of her feels like her father had wished for a boy first to carry on the family name, this explains Lees tom boy appearance and attitude to life. From a very young age she completely idolized her father, she wanted to be like him in every way, and often wished she was a boy thinking that if she were her father would be proud of her. As Lee matured she became more comfortable in her own skin, realizing that she could be just as good as a boy if she worked hard.

Lee hasn’t quite put her finger on this aspect of herself yet, but deep down she has a yearning to be loved. Not perhaps by a love interest but by her family, although she was never devoid of love at home, she feels as if she cannot make a connection with her family and she’s always wanting more from them. Perhaps this is because she has such a high barrier around her emotions she’s often unable to fully understand how she feels about things, and views the events around her with a critical eye rarely becoming emotionally involved.

Lee respects ravenclaws and was proud when her younger sister was sorted into the house, she knew deep down her sister wasn’t a slytherin and hoped that she would be a ravenclaw, a house she thought was the next respectable beside slytherin. Ravenclaws tend to be witty and smart a trait which Lee respects in a person. In Lees opinion Hufflepuff’s are a waste of space, she feels that anyone who belongs to that house should then be forced to leave Hogwarts after all what Hufflepuff ever turned out to be a great wizard?

HOBBIES:

• Quidditch,
  
• Duelling,
  
• Studying,
  
• Flying,
  
• Sarcasm ,
  

DISLIKES:

• Hufflepuffs,
  
• Girly girls,
  
• Divination,
  
• Chocolate,
  
• House Elfs,
  
• Astronomy,
  
• Flowers,
  
• Make-up,
  
• Most of the Hogwarts Students,
  
• Most of the Professors,
  
• Mudbloods,
  

LIKES:

• Banter,
  
• Duelling,
  
• Taking risks,
  
• Quidditch,
  
• Potions,
  
• Reading,
  
• Solitude,
  

FEARS:

• Lee is terrified her father will disown her, or else not allow her to become a death eater.
  
• Lee is frightened of being trapped in a marriage were she is expected to be the perfect house wife.
  

SECRETS:

• Lee wishes she was a boy, that way she would have less to worry about, people wouldn’t expect her to be or act like a girl. She loathes gender stereotypes. Anyone that knows Lee very well will be aware of this, however she has never said it out loud.
  
• That she is in death eater circles.
  
• That she has mastered Occlumency.
  
  

"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."



GENERAL HISTORY:

Leah Kalyn Rookwood was born to Eva and Augustus Rookwood on the 8th of June at 2.15pm, she was their first born and traditionally a boy would have been the preferred gender of their first born child. There was hope however, that Eva would soon produce a boy, the family name and inheritance would continue with him. Leah never wanted for anything, the family was reasonably well off and so Leah got her heart’s desire. The family garden was her play ground and Leah spent much of her time as a toddler playing on the patio, this is where she learnt to walk, pulling herself up to get a better view of the flowers that surrounded the patio.

Leah’s first sign of magic was rather subtle but would drive her mother to distraction; she had a bad habit of scratching her face in her sleep leaving red marks across her face. Her mother cut all of Leah’s nails only to find they would grow back the next day. This continued throughout Leah’s childhood, stopping when she hit her teen years.

It was a cold December when Leah learned she was going to become an older sister; she was excited and nervous about it, wanting to be the best big sister she possibly could. Nine months later her mother went into labour and after a long twelve hours Leah’s baby sister Emily was born. Leah waited patiently for her mother to return home with the new baby, she was sat in her usual spot at the top of the stairs as her mother returned home with her father. ‘If the next ones not a boy Eva!’ Leah heard her father say with irritation as they walked in the door, the next few words became muffled and Leah leant forward to try to catch the rest of the conversation. Although she never heard her father repeat his want for a boy Leah couldn’t help remembering his comment.

As Leah grew older she became more aware of the things taking place around her, she began to realize that her father wasn’t just working for the ministry and that there was some other motive behind his job there. Leah would often sit at the top of the staircase, listening and watching as wizards would enter and leave her fathers study. She often wondered why they would visit and what work her father did, it fascinated her and she wished her father would allow her to sit in on the meetings. One day when Leah was just nine years old she watched as her father exit his study in a frenzy, a small slimy looking wizard followed after him, clutching his wand and muttering something at her father. In a flash her father turned on the wizard, pulling his wand out and knocking the small wizard off his feet. Leah looked on with awe, she vowed one day she would be just like her father and be able to do magic with such high skill as he could.

Not long after that Leah adopted the nickname Lee, she was no longer the little girl with blonde ringlet curls, she was growing up and she was going to be a witch her father could be proud off. Before she started at Hogwarts Lee cut her hair short, and began to spend more and more time pouring over books in the library, many covered the dark arts and Lee became fascinated with the dark arts.

The day she brought her wand was an exciting day for her, she had wanted her father to go with her but he was unable to, due to a work engagement. So Lee went with her mother to buy her wand. They went through about ten wands before Lee found the wand that suited her, it was made from blackthorn with a dragon heart string core, the wand measure seven inches and was unyielding. Lee emerged from the store with her wand in the box, her face pleased with her purchase. This wand would be one of the most important items in her life and she was incredibly exciting about learning to use it. When she arrived home she showed her father with excitement the wand, her father inspected it before nodding his approval at the wand, Lee couldn’t have been more happy.

Before Lee knew it she was attending Hogwarts, the sorting hat had quickly sorted her into Slytherin stating that her ambition and resourcefulness would enable her to go far and Slytherin would help that. Lee didn’t complain, she knew becoming a Slytherin would make her father proud.

Upon Lee returning home after the third year at Hogwarts her father pulled her into his study to talk to her about her future. Lee made it very clear she didn’t want to marry upon leaving Hogwarts; she wanted to work with her father. It was then her father educated her about the Dark Lord, his aims and expectations. Lee was more than ready to take on her father’s views, she wanted to make him proud, she could duel just as good as any boy in her year.

From then on Lee found herself an honorary member in the death eater circle, although many of the meetings she was unable to attend, there were some she was present at. Lee trained hard during the summer months she wasn’t at Hogwarts, learning occlumency in her fifth year. Lee has just started her sixth year at Hogwarts, and is desperate to leave the school and start her career as a death eater. From conversations with her father she as a suspicion that there are already some students at Hogwarts who have become death eaters, however she hasn’t been told who exactly has been marked. Although she wishes she herself had been chosen she has made it her business to keep a watchful eye on any activity that might be from a student death eater.



FAMILY:
Augustus Rookwood - - Father,
Eva Rookwood - - Mother,
Emily Rookwood - - Younger Sister,



"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."



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The night had been a long one for Percy; he’d spent half the evening pacing the library arguing with himself. Was he doing the right thing? Shutting Marguerite out pained him dreadfully. He’d promised her when they first married that she would get to see the Percy that no one else saw, but how could he remove the mask when his own wife was a traitor? Every day was becoming harder and harder, he could see the confusion in her eyes as he became more and more distant. When Pimpernel business cropped up he would fob her off with excuses such as he needed to visit his tailors as the shoes didn’t fit correctly and the buckle wasn’t exactly to his liking. He knew, however she wasn’t dim, ‘od’s fish! That’s why he’d married her! When she entered a room all eyes were on her, he remembered the first time he saw her. She was sat across from him at a dinner, she’d the bluest eyes he’d ever seen and skin as white as ivory. He had admired her greatly for her conversational skills, and knew one day he would marry her.

How things had changed, how could he trust his wife now? Why had she betrayed the St. Cyr’s? He had all these questions and no way of finding an answer. The clock struck one, the chimes echoing around the room like the tolling of a bell. He knew he couldn’t leave it much longer, he hoped she would be asleep now so he wouldn’t have to carry on with his charade. He hated climbing into bed next to her and seeing the perplexity in her eyes as he blew out the candle and turned to sleep exclaiming that he was exhausted from a days sailing or something similar. He was considering suggesting separate rooms so that he could at least avoid this painful confrontation.

He dragged himself up the stairs and was relived upon entering the room to see Marguerite asleep, a candle was burning dimly on the table next to her and a book open at the page she had been reading. He quickly changed into his night clothing and removed the book from her fingers gently careful not to wake her. She seemed so peaceful, her face relaxed and almost vulnerable looking. How could she have sent the St. Cyr’s to their death?

He blew out the candle and slipped into bed beside her. Sleep didn’t seem to want to come, his thoughts kept mulling over the past few months events. And now one of his most dangerous missions was fast approaching even now he had men in France preparing to help him rescue the Dauphin from the clutches of the revolution. What if he never returned? Would he ever get to tell Marguerite how much he loved her? Not being able to show ones affection was the most difficult thing of all.

It was about an hour later his mind still reeling over these thoughts that Marguerite started to toss and turn. Her mouth opening in a silent scream, this disturbed Percy greatly but he was powerless to do anything about it not wanting to wake her but watching her in such distress bothered him dreadfully.

His eyes eventually became heavy and he drifted off to sleep…

He awoke to the sound of movement in the room and sunlight streaming in through the window. Blast! He thought, he’d slept in. Usually he tried to rise before Marguerite did to avoid the early morning banter. He opened his eyes to see Marguerite stood gazing out of the window; a flicker of admiration crossed his face before he covered quickly with a disdainful look.

"My apologies I did not mean to wake you. Do you stand any chance of getting back to sleep or would you like me to call for some tea as the cook will already be up at this time."

Percy raised an eyebrow at her remark, “Sink me! I for one wouldn’t be able to consider tea before tying my cravat!” he said sitting up in bed and placing his hand under his chin-surveying Marguerite with amusement. “Every morning should be started with a fresh Cravat tied firmly under ones chins, how else are we meant to distinguish ourselves from the lesser mortals?” he asked shaking his head with embarrassment.

Percy found it difficult to keep his eyes upon Marguerite as he said this, he could handle seeing other people’s reactions to Sir Percy but Marguerites was the worst. He rose from the bed and walked with confident grace to the sink were he ran some cool water over his face.

“Did Lady Blakeney have any engagements for today?” he enquired as he gazed into the mirror and started to prune his hair into shape. Bed hair wasn’t his best look and Percy prided himself on being immaculate, his long dark strands of hair had fallen out of place and he began to retie his ponytail with a peace of simple black ribbon.

Word Count: 840
Notes: I hope this makes sense, yes i know my grammers awful! -dies- Plus im shattered!





"Reading between the lines, I’d say she thinks you’re a bit conceited, mate."



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