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It's architecture never ceased to fascinate Lexa, recalling how numerous hunks of marble were expertly crafted to resemble an intricate pattern upon the floor. She remembers how the soles of her boots would pitter-patter across the pristine, lush material, leaving no trace of their owner as her childhood-self explored the castle for the umpteenth time.

It was as though the marble had been plucked from the midnight sky itself, fractured flecks of stars littered within them only to be rivalled by that of the house banners that proudly decorate each, towering pillar. Of course, they were emblazoned with the most beautiful shade of emerald, a stark contrast to the boysenberry dipped pillars separating them.

And, of course, the throne itself, strategically placed just in front of a series of bay windows. The windows themselves acted as somewhat of a spotlight for the piece of furniture specifically reserved for royalty, allowing those who were given the luxury of stepping foot inside the throne room to bask in the whatever weather the gods may bless the kingdom with. Beams of sunlight, the melodic voices of winged creatures above, the light yet oddly calmly pitter-patter of rain against glass as it fell from the heavens themselves.

It was...Truly beautiful.

Legends, each beginning their existence as a mixture of strategically woven facts and lie, coaxing curious minds to imagine themselves within such a myth. However, although it, unfortunately, has been exaggerated over time, the legend of the fallen kingdom of Everfree never strayed far from the truth.

It's sole survivor, Lexa Everfree recalls how the kingdom she was originally supposed to inherit loomed within the clouds before its demise. It was quite astonishing, really, how countless generations born with the honour of the house name constructed such a beautiful, yet supposedly impenetrable fortress to protect themselves and the citizens below.

In fact, each time emerald hues close over, peace envelops her and the darkness finally subsides, the slither of the human being Lexa once was uses this small window of opportunity to her advantage. In other words, as the moon reads bedtime stories to sunlight, stars little the sky, and the seven kingdoms are blanketed in silence, she allows herself the luxury of reliving her time behind those castle walls.

Her time...As Alexandria Everfree, daughter of darkness, and heir to the throne.

Name: Astrid Riddle
Age: 18 (can change if required)
Occupation: None (student at Hogwarts)
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Sketching, singing, strawberries, running, woodland, late nights, early mornings, reading, wide open spaces, hot chocolate, vanilla scented candles, winter, a challenge, heights etc...
Dislikes: coffee, disrespect, peppers, onions, small spaces, most people, tea, people who cannot take a joke, Albus, sharing, needles, the ocean etc...

Short bio:
First appearances are like camouflage for the damned and the evil, appearing like nothing more than a mere student upon first glance...But as camouflage is lifted and shadows begin to cloud the air around those that wear it? You truly see just who and what people are. However, this has yet to happen to Astrid since most do not bother with getting to know the snarky, stoic teenager. Maybe it's her ability to blend in as though she is nothing but a ghost? Maybe it's the fact that if you dare catch her in one of her...Off moods then you need to start running.

Most of the students here at Hogwarts arrive at the tender age of 11 or 12 after just discovering their magic. But Astrid? She had been here all eighteen years of her life, raised since birth by Albus himself who had brought her here under the pretences of being her grandfather. There were whispers, rumours, snickers, accusations...But no one questioned his judgement or knew that his supposed 'granddaughter's ' backstory was nothing more than intricately woven lies. You see, Astrid bears a second name all fear. That second name being 'Riddle'. But then a question arises, where were her parent's? Well, one-half of that story is self-explanatory...The other half? Well, not much was known of her mother. Merely that she had emerald eyes, which Astrid inherited from her, and a passion for magic.

And so, Astrid Riddle roams the halls of Hogwarts, getting straight A's by day, exploring what the shadows hide by night and attempting to occupy herself with absolutely anything in order to keep the murderous desires that run through her blood at bay.

But how long will she be able to do so?

Name: Delilah Stone
Age: 22 (Can change if required)
Occupation: Forensic pathologist (look it up)
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Powers/abilities: Psychokinesis, corresponding power (unknown)
Likes: Strawberries, dead bodies, science, a solution, a challenge, comedy, movies (specifically horror), reading, writing short stories, fruit and nut dairy milk, children, wide open spaces, hot chocolate, coffee etc..
Dislikes: Sexism, disrespect, peppers, romance movies, failing, small spaces, most people, tea, people who cannot take a joke etc...

Bio:

Delilah isn't really sure when it happened...Perhaps it was the day her mother threw herself from a bridge and into oncoming traffic, or maybe it was the slow months of grieving that eventually evolved into years upon years of underlying grief, disbelief, utter shock and confusion as to why her mother would even consider doing such a thing. But one thing was for sure, the blonde had lost a mother but had gained something in return...Something that she never wanted, never wanted the ability to conjure. Psychokinesis, or 'telekinesis' as it is more commonly known as. Well, such an ability is considered an extreme rarity actually where one who possessed such a power can allow them to influence a physical system without physical interaction. In more rare cases, people known to have this power also have a corresponding ability which she has yet to discover but can be extremely dangerous and hostile if her powers have a sudden, unexpected flare or outburst.

In Delilah's case, however? It had luckily not gotten to that stage just yet but she did not waste any time in learning to control this new...Thing that literally appeared one, traumatic night. Well, she tried at least since she was one of the most renowned forensic pathologists in the industry and at the age of 22? That was astounding in by itself. The trouble with this is that the blonde has a certain tendency to not show the emotions she is truly feeling in a specific moment, so almost as if to punish her, Delilah's 'ability' has a habit of flaring to life in these few, rare moments where she has little to no control over what occurs around her even when she has little to not control in the first place.

But she's learning...Gradually, it has taken a few mishaps here and there to recognise what exactly triggers such an outburst of her power or 'nesis flare' as she likes to call it and spends the rare, few hours of her free time attempting to delve into the scarce amount of research on a topic such as warping and how to maintain/control such an ability. This research is where Delilah discovers the mention of a type of gene called the 'metagene'. Apparently, a rare gene such as this causes one to gain powers and abilities during freak accidents or times of intense psychological distress...At last, something is beginning to make sense along with a well-named category for a person who inherits/has this gene type...A metahuman.

As fascinating as the term 'metahuman' may sound, Delilah isn't really sure she fits into that category...Or any really. She has never been particularly good at the 'social norms' of life and instead excelled, thrived even in industries that were completely beyond someone of her age...But she persevered and now tries to live her 'ordinary' day to day life without causing a sudden sinkhole in the road or spilling coffee on her favourite shirt when it's too far away and she tries to use her ability to her advantage.

Ones thing is for sure, the ruined shirt count keeps escalating by the day...