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Hello, my name is Celeste Aviva, though my real name is Luna Maudire (Luna means "moon" in spanish and Maudire "curse" in french-I think Moon Curse is a horrible name for a girl), which I didn't find out until I met someone. Before I go into how I became apart of the magical school, Hogwarts Acadamy, I think I should tell you about my past, to get a better idea of who I am, what my life is like, and who I am as a person. I was born into a pure-blood wizard family, with 3 older siblings-2 brothers (Marcello and Bengal aka "the Tiger") and 1 sister (Angora). My mother, Regina and father, Kieyev knew something was different about be right from the start. For one thing, I have ebony black hair and bright turquise eyes while the rest of my family has dark auburn hair and hazel eyes (my mother has bleached blond hair so I never know what her natural color is). Unfortunately, my family is also best friends with the Malfoy's (yuck!) and supporters of the Dark Lord (even though they deny it). When I was little my siblings loved to tease and terrorize me and my parents always made me do things with Draco (even though I dispise him) especially when we went to parties because I always had to be his "date" just because we were the same age. Just before my 6th birthday, my family decided to go on a vacation. Since they thought I was too small and "be too much trouble" (as I overheard my mother say to the family when I awoke from my nap), they decided to leave me with my witch grandmother, Inga Toms and her muggle husband, Richard Toms. Even though my family hated them (because Inga, Regna's mother, married a muggle after her first husbad, a wizard, died), but they were the only other relatives. My whole family hated them, calling them Mudbloods (I heard them say in the car on the way over and I learned later what a bad word it was). Regina and Kieyev never bothered to call or come and get me for 5 years (I practically forgot everything about the wizard world)...until I recieved my letter from Hogwarts. In the years I was separated from my family, Inga and Richard raised me and taught me everything about both wizards and muggles and their worlds. They decided to change my name (which was fine with my family I found out when I returned...they would just pretent I was a second cousin whose parents died in a plane crash). It wasn't until I was 8 did I discover my voice (I had sung before but I didn't realize it until then). I loved to sing from that day on and many people, I found out, admired it-calling it "angelic" and such. Inga thought it was wonderful, too, until my voice got stronger and would seem to "enchant" people (both muggles and wizard folk)-they would stop whatever they were doing and just stare with a glazed look over their eyes and their mouths open. It would only last for a few seconds but as my voice got stronger it would start to last longer. Inga would just look at me, all worried, and then ask me to stop singing and would walk away or take me with her, finger on her chin saying, "Oh dear, oh dear." I always wondered what she was so worried about, I just thought that's what people did when they liked something (like when I would see children looking the same way into a candy store window), but Inga would always go, "When you're older, dear, in the meantime try and sing when no one is around." Pretty soon I was told that I couldn't sing in public and when I asked why, Inga would always say, "When you're older." After celebrating my 11th and last birthday with Inga and Ricchard, I was sent back home to prepare for my first year at Hogwarts...I never got the chance to ask Inga one last time why I couldn't sing, but I still promised her that I would only sing when I was alone. I didn't realize how differently I was raised compared to my parent's idea of raising my brothers and sisters. Draco would try to hold my hand, but I wounldn't allow it. I hated how he tortured half-bloods and muggles. I hate all my family. LIttle did I know just how much they would hate me back once I got into Hogwarts. So begins my first of seven years at Hogwarts, where I learn just how special I really am.
Hello, my name is Celeste Aviva, though my real name is Luna Maudire (Luna means "moon" in spanish and Maudire "curse" in french-I think Moon Curse is a horrible name for a girl), which I didn't find out until I met someone. Before I go into how I became apart of the magical school, Hogwarts Acadamy, I think I should tell you about my past, to get a better idea of who I am, what my life is like, and who I am as a person. I was born into a pure-blood wizard family, with 3 older siblings-2 brothers (Marcello and Bengal aka "the Tiger") and 1 sister (Angora). My mother, Regina and father, Kieyev knew something was different about be right from the start. For one thing, I have ebony black hair and bright turquise eyes while the rest of my family has dark auburn hair and hazel eyes (my mother has bleached blond hair so I never know what her natural color is). Unfortunately, my family is also best friends with the Malfoy's (yuck!) and supporters of the Dark Lord (even though they deny it). When I was little my siblings loved to tease and terrorize me and my parents always made me do things with Draco (even though I dispise him) especially when we went to parties because I always had to be his "date" just because we were the same age. Just before my 6th birthday, my family decided to go on a vacation. Since they thought I was too small and "be too much trouble" (as I overheard my mother say to the family when I awoke from my nap), they decided to leave me with my witch grandmother, Inga Toms and her muggle husband, Richard Toms. Even though my family hated them (because Inga, Regna's mother, married a muggle after her first husbad, a wizard, died), but they were the only other relatives. My whole family hated them, calling them Mudbloods (I heard them say in the car on the way over and I learned later what a bad word it was). Regina and Kieyev never bothered to call or come and get me for 5 years (I practically forgot everything about the wizard world)...until I recieved my letter from Hogwarts. In the years I was separated from my family, Inga and Richard raised me and taught me everything about both wizards and muggles and their worlds. They decided to change my name (which was fine with my family I found out when I returned...they would just pretent I was a second cousin whose parents died in a plane crash). It wasn't until I was 8 did I discover my voice (I had sung before but I didn't realize it until then). I loved to sing from that day on and many people, I found out, admired it-calling it "angelic" and such. Inga thought it was wonderful, too, until my voice got stronger and would seem to "enchant" people (both muggles and wizard folk)-they would stop whatever they were doing and just stare with a glazed look over their eyes and their mouths open. It would only last for a few seconds but as my voice got stronger it would start to last longer. Inga would just look at me, all worried, and then ask me to stop singing and would walk away or take me with her, finger on her chin saying, "Oh dear, oh dear." I always wondered what she was so worried about, I just thought that's what people did when they liked something (like when I would see children looking the same way into a candy store window), but Inga would always go, "When you're older, dear, in the meantime try and sing when no one is around." Pretty soon I was told that I couldn't sing in public and when I asked why, Inga would always say, "When you're older." After celebrating my 11th and last birthday with Inga and Ricchard, I was sent back home to prepare for my first year at Hogwarts...I never got the chance to ask Inga one last time why I couldn't sing, but I still promised her that I would only sing when I was alone. I didn't realize how differently I was raised compared to my parent's idea of raising my brothers and sisters. Draco would try to hold my hand, but I wounldn't allow it. I hated how he tortured half-bloods and muggles. I hate all my family. LIttle did I know just how much they would hate me back once I got into Hogwarts. So begins my first of seven years at Hogwarts, where I learn just how special I really am.