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Lennea Wassall

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a character in “Hogwarts: Dark Secrets Of The Past”, as played by Seravi

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F U L LXN A M E
Lennea Danette Wassall

N I C K N A M E (S)
She only responds to Lennie, never Lennea

B I R T H D A Y
October 2nd

A G E
15

Y E A R
Fifth Year

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual; Female Preference

E T H N I C I T Y
Multiracial

H O M E T O W N
Wolverhampton

H E X
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S T Y L E
Outside of her school robes Lennie is a sight to behold. She has a particular sort of fashion that can fluctuate rapidly between chic to grunge and anywhere in between. Typically a lover of jean jackets and all things skirt. She ranges in preference day to day with lots of overlap in genre. Her closet is a roulette will at any point in time and its best to never assume what she's going to choose for the day. Her makeup is usually done heavy, but with a delicate touch. Her hair is almost always braided or tied back away from her face, but when it isn't she lets it flow free and wild.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'2", 115lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
A fairly short young woman, perhaps the shortest in her family. Lennie is certainly pretty and she knows it. With long dark hair and wide, bright eyes she has a sort of grace to her that is only sometimes hard to find beneath her usually neutral features. She knows how to flaunt what she's got, and she does so with little thought. Not particularly stick thin, but not overweight either. She balances that middle ground easily and without effort.



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L I K E S
Debates - Expressing her Opinion - Loud Music - Quidditch - Transfiguration - Small, fluffy animals - The Color Green - Dancing - Random Singing - Cold Weather - Snow - Rainstorms - Journaling/Journalism - Being Paid Attention To - Cats - Small Dogs - Sushi - Piercings - Western Animation - Makeup - Snakes

D I S L I K E S
Being Forced To Do Something - Authority Figures - Ignorance - The Sound Of Shattering Glass - Hot Weather - Puppets - Clowns - Being Called Lennea - Rude Men - Drunken Assholes - Having To Pay To Fix Things She Could Fix Herself - Asking For Help - Talking About Her Family.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Strong willed, hard headed, and abrasive are just three strong words to describe the odd and often wishy washy way that Lennie seems to be. Emotionally at a fault when it comes to any emotion stronger than anger. She can be both self-serving and helpful in the same span of a few minutes and tends to have about zero clues as to where she's headed next. Confident in a way that screams insecurity, and altogether lonelier than she ever wanted to be. She makes friends easy, and can keep them for a while, but it all comes down to the distance she keeps between herself and others. Afraid to lose others, but not afraid enough to cling on with all her might.

An acerbic young woman with a tendency towards harsh. She rarely has any clue what to do with other peoples emotions and thus tries to keep a light mood whenever things get stressful. She may seem to be dour at times but truthfully likes to pretend that everything is okay with easy smiles and bad, dry humor. Not quite a lazy individual, but lazy enough in the way she refuses to deal with things on the emotional spectrum. Often trips over the line into manic when things are out of her control or hard times befall her. Easy into depression, but easy to get out of it as well.

But she isn't all bad of course, she's soft in the ways that matter. The ways that make her a good person to be around. Loyal and honest with a dash of adventure seeking behavior. An adrenaline junkie with too much time on her hands and an interest in the macabre. Can be the best road trip partner you ever had or the scariest depending on how you feel. Has been known to traipse through abandoned buildings just to catch a glimpse at the ghostly remains of its history. Interested in the more eclectic things - and really, who doesn't love a good spook now and again. Grim jokes for days with this one. And certainly a whole mess of trouble wherever she and her friends go.


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The Wassall Family has a large and boring lineage that seems to crossover in far too many places for comfort. As such, Lennie associated only with direct family and cousins, those being;

Her Paternal Grandmother, Vera Wassall
Her Mother, Melisandra Wassall
Her Father, Ewan Wassall
Her Older Sister, Cecily Wassall (20)



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H I S T O R Y
With a home life not worth mentioning and a penchent for favoring water over blood its obvious that not all was well in the Wassall household. A pureblood family that took their status to the extreme. Purists, bigots, whatever the case - always with their high expectations and inability to unclench those tightly held fists. Lennie has always been split between herself and the expectations that her family has of her. A puppet on strings when around her parents, and an entirely different person when away from their harsh influence.

Her first few years at school were rife with issues revolving around misplaced anger and a tendency to go about things in the wrong way. She was quick to anger, quick to lash out. Spitting out biting words and fighting with anyone that crossed her. Cursing half-bloods and muggle borns alike. Most of her days were spent getting lectured or in detention. She did well enough in school, made good marks, but never found herself capable of pushing past her own limits. It wasn't until she started making friends with the better sort that her views began to change.

She got older, her mind expanded, and suddenly the world wasn't as dimly lit by prejudice and bigotry anymore. She took it upon herself to fade into the shadows for just a short while. Focused on her schoolwork, and reflected inwardly on herself. Her last few years have been different, she's grown into herself in a way that she formerly didn't beleive she could. Put away those prejudices - for the most part - and has tried her best to branch out. She still isn't completely her own being - her family still colors much of her belief system. But she has less bite to her bark now, and is capable of genuinely forming relationships.


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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Pureblood

W A N D
11 1/2" Acacia, flexible, Unicorn Hair Core

P A T R O N U S
Badger

H O U S E
Slytherin

B O G G A R T
A version of herself as a marionette on strings.

F A M I L I A R
A mangy tabby named Destiny

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Transfiguration

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Toss up between Transfiguration and Charms

T A L E N T S
She is a particularly skilled green thumb and can identify most plants on sight - Charms - Potion making - Excellent Cook - Skilled in Transfiguration - Perceptive

S T R E N G T H S
Learns things rather quickly (though only if she is interested in it) - Communicates easily with others - Works hard to get what she wants - Takes her time (Patience) - Listens well - Applies her knowledge to situations (logical) - Good Memory (lends towards her quick learning ability) - Gardening (herbology)

W E A K N E S S E S
Overlooking/Ignoring Rules - Can come off as Insincere at times - Emotionally Distant - Scared All The Time - Unfocused Anger - Adrenaline Junkie - Stubborn - Prideful - Afraid Of Losing Others.


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So begins...

Lennea Wassall's Story

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Character Portrait: Skye Maeda Character Portrait: Jessie L. Carter Character Portrait: Margot Larsen Character Portrait: Ollie Martin Character Portrait: Theodore Walder Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Lennea Wassall Character Portrait: Zadriah Bassily Character Portrait: Casper Lockwood Character Portrait: Miki Kuroi Character Portrait: Sterling Matthews
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September 1st
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The smell of fresh smoke. The rumbling of voices echoed. The clatter of metal trollies scraping across the ancient station's stone brick floor, as well as the thudding of countless footsteps of first years. The old train station that secretly held the platform known as Nine and Three courters was alive once again. First year students were mixed among the older students that were simply saying goodbye to their loved ones and got onto the train, as the young ones shed a few tears as they'd be leaving their wizarding parents or guardians for the first time.

Where were they off to? No other place than Hogwarts, the School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It was once the most popular wizarding school in the world, secretly tucked away in Scotland. Hidden away from Muggle knowledge, as well as the rest of the world, that was until the year of May 2nd, 1999. A tragic event that shook the world by storm, The Batte Of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, whatever else one may want to call him, Lord Voldermort who was once called Tom Riddle, and his band of Death Eaters and followers attacked the school simply for the last Horcrux, as well as Pure Blood Supremacy and to end all blood ties that weren't prior. But there was one thing that stood in his way, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all the students that gave their lives to help defend the old school, and each other.

But with years passed, the death of Voldemort and few of his underlings still hiding in the shadows, Hogwarts has slowly come back to its former glory. It has been eight years since the Battle Of Hogwarts happened, and the reopening of the school. A handful of old professors returned to the school, as well as a few others. This would be a hopeful year for the students, as some are going for their last year, or their first year at the famous school. Students young and old said their goodbyes and slowly boarded onto the train.

Among the students that boarded the train, was a rather well known blonde haired, female Slytherin. She had shown promise in the past few years not only in Quidditch, but as a spell caster and a future healer as she had shown great interest in healing spells. The young Witch silently boarded the train with few supplies as she had come alone, as she always had years prior, even her first year she came by herself, only to have been greeted by Professor Slughorn. He had helped her with her things, picking out her wand and pet, and her books. But that was years ago, and now she was by herself.

She stepped onto the train and walked silently to the back of the train, and sat in an empty coach by herself, as the voices of countless students sounded throughout the small train. She sat by the window on the side and put down her book bag and removed a small book from the bag, it was one of her long time favorites and read silently as she resumed to go into the world of ALice In Wonderland, cutting out the outside world entirely as she read.

Meanwhile on the platform outside, a small brown haired girl stood, gazing at the station that housed the old train she had been told about by the one that helped bring her here, none other than Rubeus Hagrid, the caretaker of magical creatures. He helped her find her wand at Olivander's, her pet which she chose a small, white ferret, and her books. He gave her goodbye as she would have to be on the train by herself, and that he'd see her when she arrived at the school. The young girl nervously gripped her small bag that was on her back, holding Lily closely to her body as she stepped onto the train.

She was accidentally slammed into the side of the train as a much larger student accidentally walked into her, "Sorry!" he yelled as he looked over his shoulder, which only caused her to give him an awkward smile and in almost a whisper spoke, "It's okay...M-My bad." she stuttered and continued walked down the aisle of the train, trying to find any spaces where she could sit. All had been full that she saw, and slowly made her way to the back of the train, where an almost entirely empty coach was open, as a blonde girl was sitting in one of the spots, reading a book.

The young girl smiled as she nervously spoke to the woman sitting in the seat, "I-is it okay if I take a seat? A-all the others are full..." she said with a timid voice.

The blonde woman looked up and smiled when she saw the young girl ask if it was alright to sit with her, "Of course, sit wherever you want." she said with a small nod, glancing at the girl, then back at the book.

The young girl smiled, and trolled into the room, and sat down on the opposite side of the room, placing her bag down and held Lily close to her, in her lap. "My name's Violet. Violet Marsden..A-and you?" she asked with a small tinge of nervousness in her voice, while she was outgoing, she couldn't help but be filled with immense anxiety that filled her.

The older girl gave a brief smile and nodded, putting her book in her lap, "It's nice to meet you, Violet. I'm Jessie Carter. Nervous? As I can tell it's your first year. You'll be fine, I'm sure of it." she gave her a gentle nod.

Violet gave her a cheery smile as the woman that introduced herself seemed nice enough, "Th-thank you, Miss Carter. I've just never been out of London before, never mind to a different country." she said with a nervous chuckle.

Jessie gave the girl a small chuckle, which was almost entirely undetectable, "Jessie will do just fine. But as I said, Hogwarts will be your new home, and you'll be fine. Nothing has happened aside from what happened on my first year. Besides, if anything does, you'll have plenty of stong Witches and Wizards by your side." she gave a small grin.

Violet's eyes widened at the mention of a terrible event, "Y-you mean you were there? At the Battle? I only heard small parts of it..I'm sorry about that.." she said with a tone of sadness.

Jessie shook her head, "H-how about we don't talk about that, huh? Everything will be fine. You'll be sorted into a House and everything will be just peachy, alright?" she said to the small girl, who only nodded and as they waited for the rest of the passengers to board they made small talk for a few more moments.

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Character Portrait: Skye Maeda Character Portrait: Jessie L. Carter Character Portrait: Margot Larsen Character Portrait: Ollie Martin Character Portrait: Theodore Walder Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Morgan Lacy Character Portrait: Lennea Wassall Character Portrait: Zadriah Bassily Character Portrait: Casper Lockwood Character Portrait: Miki Kuroi Character Portrait: Sterling Matthews
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"Hogwarts will always welcome you home."
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JESSIE CARTER
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Time had passed by slowly as the other students finally said their goodbyes to their loved ones and guardians, and filed onto the train and took their seats. For the most part, Jessie was content with being in an almost empty compartment aside from the new girl, but a part of her was rather disappointed and felt a bit dejected that none of her friends from past years had come to look for her, maybe they would later. But for now she cared about getting to the school, this year was going to be good, she could tell.

As time passed, Jessie and the younger girl made conversation and small talk every now and then, and eventually, they arrived to the old school. When the train had come to a complete stop the students began to exit the train, taking whatever they brought with them. Meanwhile, Jessie had only the small book bag with her as she usually left her things at the school in her dormitory, as her family practically forbid her to take anything from school with her, aside from her cat and owl, and a few other small things that could fit in the bag. Jessie sighed and stood up, as Fenrir jumped off of the seat next to her and onto the floor and followed her out the door.

Eventually, she was lost among the crowd of students and slowly the crowd made their way into the castle, and took their seats in their respective spots depending on what houses they had been sorted into years ago, while the first year students remained standing and awaited being sorted into whatever house they would be put into for the remainder of their time at the school in the following years to come.

Jessie took her seat where the rest of the members of her house were, seeing some familiar faces among the Slytherin house, as well as some in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and of course...Gryffindor. Patiently and silently she waited as the Headmistress stood up from where she was sitting at the center of the long table at the front and center of the Great Hall.

"Welcome, to new and old students. To those who are new, and to those that may be coming here for your final year, may the Sorting Ceramony begin." she spoke with viger and nastalgia, as she always loved seeing who would be sorted into what house.






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VIOLET MARSDEN
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Meanwhile, for the young girl that sat with Jessie, time went by even slower for her. Anxiety rang high, and she couldn't help but have a large an slowly ever growing pit in her stomach as the train was finally filled with all the students, and the train began to be ready for departure. No turning back now, huh..?, she thought to herself as she held her small ferret close to her body as the train made its way to the school.

Thankfully, the girl she had been traveling with so far had been kind enough to her, and made her feel at slight more ease as they made small talk all the way there. From what their life was like outside school, allbeit the older girl was more reserved for what she said, to the life they'd be living at school, to how magic worked at the school, etc. Finally the train had made its way into the station, and slowly stopped, and eventually, the students began to disperse.

In the past, first years would be separated from the older students and would arrive at the school on small row boats, but with the events that had happened years ago, they couldn't risk something happening again and had since combined the means of transportation for the younger and older students. Violet watched as Jessie stood up and grabbed her things and left the small couch, leaving Violet alone, who only clambered her things together and quickly tried to follow Jessie. But she was lost amongst the crowd and was pushed back as she saw Jessie disappear into the crowd of older students.

Eventually, the large crowd had made its way to the castle, and eventually up to the long stairs cases and pathways, and eventually the long halls that lead into The Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony would be held. Violet could feel a tightening in her chest, as well as her palms beginning to sweat as she knew what was going to take place.

Soon, the older students took their seats where Violet guessed they had been sorted into, the four well-known houses. She wondered what house she would be put into, and what kind of friends she would make along the way, only time would soon tell. As she was lost in her thoughts, she was taken out of them as Violet heard her name be called from the crowd.

"Violet Marsden, please step forward!" Headmistress McGonagall exclaimed as she looked at the small group of remaining students. She had taken into account that this year had been the smallest group of first years in the past recent times. Odd happening to be sure, she thought to herself.

The young girl blinked and slowly felt her feet move forwards in the direction of the hat that who she assumed was the Headmistress she had been told about. Violet nervously moved forward until she was at the small, wooden seat that was before her, she took a deep breath and turned around, sitting down on the small wooden fixture beneath her. Violet closed her eyes as she felt a slight pressure on her head as the old leather hat was placed.

"Hhmm..." the article of what would be clothing began to mumble under its breath. "What do we have here...A Marsden...A bloodline I haven't had the pleasure of in some time. Tell me, Violet, what do you treasure most?" it questioned the young girl as it sat upon her head.

Violet's eyes widened as the hat spoke to her, and thought to herself. What did she treasure most? By that, did it mean what virtue did she treasure most? Bravery? Ambition? Cleverness? No...While she did treasure those, they weren't her strongest.

The hat made a small nod of what would be its head, if it had one. "I see. So...The House that best suits you is..."

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"Hufflepuff!" the old hat exclaimed after a moment of silence.

Violet's eyes opened as the hat spoke, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit as it was revealed what house she would be put into.

The hat was lifted off of her head by the Headmistress who gave her a kind smile and nod of her head as she spoke, "Hufflepuff it is, Miss Marsden." she gave the young girl a smile once more as she waved her on, and began to read the rest of the few names that were on the parchment paper.

Violet gathered her thoughts and nodded as she stood up, and walked to the crowd of Hufflepuffs that gladly welcomed the new addition to their House. Violet couldn't help but smile as the older and fellow younger students welcomed her with open arms and cheer and hugs.

As they all settled down they watched as the rest of the first years were sorted. Some more went to Hufflepuff, then to Ravenclaw, and the most were then evenly split into Gryffindor and Slytherin. And after all was said and done with the Sorting Ceremony, the Great Feast began as food was brought out and placed infront of the students. Who all began to dig in and chat amongst their fellow house members and friends.