The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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Post by Sassiest Frass on Jul 26, 2018 3:01:45 GMT
Let me start by dedicating this to my family. To my wonderful husband Locke, who has been my faithful partner for 43 wonderful years. You changed my life. I wouldn't know what to do without you. To my children, Calysta, Silas, Nikolette, and Ceres, whom have given me the courage to write this book and whom inspire me every day. I love you all so much. To Ariadne Fitzgerald, who has been my dearest friend since our Mama's had the brilliant idea for us to be friends. To the Fitzgeralds, whom I love as my own family. To the Fawcett-Vances and to Benjamin in particular, who encouraged the writing of this book. And, finally, to all of you who picked this up. Thank you for getting to know a little piece of me.
Post by Sassiest Frass on Jul 26, 2018 8:23:09 GMT
My Mama, Zenobia Epiphany, was the only child and heir of the Apollonios. Her family was matriarchal, one of the few. My Giagiá Leto was difficult: stubborn and ruthless, she wanted the best for her daughter. She refused to believe the best could be found anywhere in Greece. She and my Pappoús Demetrius, decided to search elsewhere.
You see, the Apollonios was my Giagiá Leto’s family name. As soon as I learned to read and write, I was tasked with tracing my lineage back generations. My Mama was the first to break the tradition of keeping her name. Or, I suppose you could say, I was. The women in my family have always been blessed with Seer abilities. I use the term blessed loosely because the gift often came at too high a price. Women of the Apollonios line were often stolen away. Used for what they could see. In times of war and of peace. Despite the reputation surrounding it, Divination has been useful.
I lost a great deal of great Aunts, particularly those believed to have the gift but unfortunately born without. There is no telling sign. No promise the Sight will manifest and no way of preventing or enticing it, to my knowledge . My great aunt twice over, Agnes, was burnt alive and her wand stolen for failing to see a great storm that took her island by surprise. They did not care that she didn't possess any abilities. That it was her sister, Layna, who spitefully refused to give any warning.
Perhaps it was that they had grown weary of the families they'd known for so long. I never had the opportunity to ask. I'm not sure I would have liked the answer.
My Father, Marcus Cyril, was the only child of the esteemed Greengrass family. Why need his family attempt any further when they already had a son? The business of having a spare my Grandmother believed, was essentially what was churning out so many useless creatures. This was stemming from the embarrassment of two generations prior in which an aunt had run off to marry a half-blood pertaining to the Bell family. She was cut out of the family and rarely ever mentioned.
No matter. My parent's marriage wasn't one full of love and devotion. They had no small mannerisms that allowed the world to see just how much they were in love. But, there was affection. There was understanding. My Mama used to say that she was lucky. That many women lacked even that. It used to be that that was all I had ever ached for, myself. It was what I grew up hoping. Not that I would love my husband, but the hope that I would at least be understood. That I would not be a trophy for my abilities, but for my intellect.