Raelyn Molly Weasley. 19. Proud Daughter of Ron and Owana Weasley (nee Potter). Ex-Gryffindor, apprentice Healer and Dragon Keeper. Always furious at and in love with Caelum Malfoy.
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It looks like the Sorting Hat will have yet another Weasley to place in a house in eleven years time. On March 11, the war-heros-turned-Aurors Ron and Owana Weasley welcomed their fourth and, some sources say, their final child to their family, this time a boy.
“They’re definitely happy about this baby,” says a coworker of the Weasleys in the Auror offices “But I’m pretty sure I heard Owana mutter something about getting her tubes tied afterwards.”
While the Healers are forbidden to reveal personal information about the mother and the newborn, they do disclose that the baby is healthy and “seems to already be working up quite an appetite”. Not hard to when your father is Ron Weasley.
Both Weasleys have refused to let the press in for pictures but did reveal that the boy’s name is Damien and that they are thankful for any well-wishes they receive.
And perhaps this joyous occasion was well-timed, given the turmoil the Weasleys must be in over their oldest daughter. Raelyn Weasley, a recent Hogwarts graduate, has been labeled as wanted for hiding a fugitive and even suspected murder. She’s been rumoured to be linked to the notorious vampire who unleashed a reign of terror unseen since the likes of Jack the Ripper (a Muggle serial killer) and Fenrir Greyback several months ago.
Despite not wanting to comment, the pressure and demands of the public became too much for Owana Weasley.
“Even if my daughter is not innocent.” she told the press, “but she is no murderer.”
The staff here at the Daily Prophet wish the Weasleys the best with the new child and an answer to their eldest’s dilemma.
-smiles happily-
Lord almighty, it was petrifying. I was scared to tears and I hadn’t even done anything! Ah. Good times.
What are you up to now, then? Not planning to get suspended as soon as you go back, are you?
*nods* Yeah, she does tend to have that sort of effect on everyone within a five mile radius…
I’ve just been hanging around. *sighs* Nah, not yet. And to be fair, I didn’t plan on it, per say. I just… Didn’t avoid it?
-laughs-
How could she not? Putting up with your Dad and Uncle George for all this time, it’s enough to drive anyone mad. Or just make them scary, as it turns out.
-quirks an eyebrow-
Maybe that’s something we should avoid, then. After all, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you….WITH TICKLES! -begins to tickle her furiously-
”Funny you would say that because I am a woman of the night, darling~” Finally a conversation where they weren’t screaming at one another and nearly about to rip each other’s heads off. The vampiress missed times like these — where she felt genuinely happy and not filled to the brim with anger all the time. Just the blissful silliness between she and the redhead she’s come to adore so much. All the love is still there; though, she doesn’t quite know what to do anymore. It’s not sadness she feels, no longer wanting, no longer craving — just blissful love for the witch that managed to capture her cold, dead heart.
”How about we make this an us thing, hmm? No need to tag along the other killjoys.” It was doubtful they would want to come anyways or would actually approve of the duo’s shenangins into town. It’s Ray they trust, not so much for Vera…— which is somewhat sad.
”What should we wear then? I thought I looked pretty good…” Shoulders shrug as her lips form into a playful pout, hands gripping along her winter-coat that hid the outfit she seemed to sport all the time. Black tank top, tightly fitted jeans, and those famous black heels that were almost as beautiful as they were terrifying. Sort of like she was….~
“Yes, but the rest of the world needn’t know that,” Ray murmured, rising to her feet and dragging Vera towards the master bedroom, the one with a closest full of clothes. She let go of the other woman’s hand as they reached it, a light blush forming on her cheeks. She’d missed this. No fighting, no conflict, just them. It reminded her of the few days they’d had int he hotel before-
She pushed the thought away, determined to go out and have a nice time. “Mm, because you’re so much fun,” Ray said snarkily, a smile on her face. She wondered where they’d end up.. someplace warm, definitely. She was entirely fed up with being cold. California, maybe? New York? She’d always wondered what the city was like..
“Bright things. But nothing too attention grabbing.” She looked Vera over appraisingly, wondering what would look best. She settled for a purple sweater before grabbing something for Vera.
“Here. Now, where are we going? The world is your oyster, my dear. But not Europe. Anywhere but Europe.” Her nose wrinkled at the thought of being captured by her ministry’s aurors- those same aurors she’d grown up with, whom she considered part of her extended family. That didn’t quite appeal to her.
Oh, isn’t that always? Hands to her hips, that hiss laced within her words, contorted facial features into clear anger all while wearing her favorite pair of black heels — even topped off with an exasperated sigh as Ray retorts back, causing her chocolate orbs to roll as her arms fold along her chest.
Why was she so disappointed, you may ask? Well, for one — bloodsharing was personal — on many different levels. And if either of them would have lost control, Ray wouldn’t be standing anymore. Two vampires overly two hundred years old against one nineteen year old witch? Vampires get stronger with age, it would be unlikely that Ray would survive it…— and that’s what worried Vera the most.
”Don’t you think I know that? She’s my daughter, Ray. But no matter what I do, I can’t get her to drink anything. Hell, I have to put it in her food so she can live —” And here came the fighting that wasn’t needed…
”With Wesley nearly over the edge and Rowan barely getting enough blood in her system, they could have both attacked you and you wouldn’t have anymore blood to give,” calmer words now escape from the fiery vampiress as her hands fall to her sides and she sighs softly. “— you’re living with vampires now, Ray. Please be careful.”
“Then let me do it. Let me talk to her, make her listen. She has to understand what she’s doing- how bad it’s going to get. She keeps going like this, she’ll attack me within the month. If she doesn’t eat now, I don’t know if she’ll make it.”
It was true. Ray had asked Louis to bring her some books on vampires, trying to understand what it was that made Ro so repulsed by her nature. What she’d learned, though, changed everything.
Vampires can only subsist on animal blood for limited amounts of time. After around 250 years, their resolve begins to weaken, causing each and every human to sound even more appetizing than normal. Vampires approaching this deadline should be treated with extreme caution, and fed as quickly as possible. Without proper sustenance, he or she will find themselves weak, dizzy, and filled with an insatiable bloodlust. The vampire to subsist entirely on animal blood known to date is Mr. Androv Chemensky, who lasted 268 years before having to feed once more. He massacred a total of 21 humans in his bid for a return to normalcy.
“And they’d both be better off for it. At least Rowan would have eaten something. Wes, well, he’d recover in a century or two. He’d be fine. They are family to me, Vera. You all are. And if I have something that can help, what the hell am I doing not sharing it?”
She brushed off the words of caution, beyond caring. The only thing she’d feel was guilt, for causing everyone this trouble. And incredible sorrow for the life that she’d cost Caelum- if he hadn’t met her, he’d live forever. Just like his mum.
