Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carsile
Entry tags:	fairy, pepper-jack cheese, related to voldemort, toxic, wings

TITLE: Butterfly's Truth
PERPETRATOR: Mistagicalness
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Marielle Sauveterre and Ethelinda "Elle" Riddle
SPECIES: Marielle: Fae Elle: Voldy's daughter
HAIR: Marielle: "long, dark brown hair". Ethelinda: black with "a cascade of loose curls".
EYES: Marielle: "Fae eyes". Ethelinda: "pretty, aqua eyes sparkled with mischief"
MARKINGS: Marielle: pink lips, wings.
POSSESSIONS: Marielle:"a light blue singlet, paired with black yoga pants". Ethelinda sticks her in "a simple green singlet, which, in Marielle’s opinion, was a little too low cut, and tight, black jeans tucked into green leather boots. There was a long gold chain hanging around Marielle’s neck, which held a pretty ring, set in silver, with a large amethyst, surrounded in a circle of small diamonds." She has a necklace that does not allow her to use her Fae magic. Ethelinda: "a knee-length, pale purple dress, a yellow shrug and matching yellow heels"

ORIGIN: New Zealand. Her family had been freed from some dungeons, and she was stuck being Voldemort's consort. Lucius had murdered her parents and her older sister had gone insane.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Marielle is a "Fae" that happens to be Voldemort's consort. She has a thing for Draco. Draco and "Tom" don't like each other. Ethelinda is Voldie's daughter with Narcissa. This is some complicated family shit. Voldemort sends her to Hogwarts to get to Harry Potter. He sends his daughter as well "so Dumbledore know I have more things going on for me".
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Marielle: Fae magic. Ethelinda: make-over skillz.

NOTES: The Fae is from New Zealand and so is the the Suethor! Hmmmmm. *makes a pondering face*


SAMPLE:

‘Better not just stand there like simple-minded Mudbloods and get in the fireplace already,’ came a cold voice from right behind the two.

Marielle and Ethelinda jumped. He always did that.

They both turned, and, sure enough, there stood the Dark Lord in all his hellish glory. Or something like that.

‘Yo, Vol-diddy,’ said Ethelinda jokingly. Voldemort merely raised an eyebrow.

‘Go, daughter,’ he said. ‘I must speak with Marielle alone.’

Sullenly, Ethelinda nodded, slouching off to the First Living Room alone.

‘Marielle,’ Voldemort said crisply.

‘My Lord,’ Marielle replied. Voldemort’s expression softened at her words.

‘Please, call me ‘Tom’, my love,’

Marielle nodded. Once upon a time, she would have cringed away from him had he said that, but she had learnt. Learnt that he wasn’t that bad and, being his Consort – it was all inevitable, and would happen anyway, so she had resigned herself to the fact she would never experience true love, and spent her time mentally preparing herself for the years ahead. Sometimes, she was even able to delude herself into thinking that she loved him back, too. Because he did love her, though it may be hard to believe.

‘Tom?’ Marielle acquiesced.

‘As much as it pains me to say this, your services are no longer required here at Riddle Manor,’ said Voldemort, his eyes focused on a strand of her hair that he held in his hand, twirling it around with his fingers.

Marielle was confused. Her services? What had she ever done to help his cause? Then what he had said sunk in.

‘What?’ she whispered. ‘You’re … sending me away?’ Her lower lip trembled as she considered the possibility. Later on, she would try to convince herself it was because she loved him and couldn’t bear to be without him, just like he wished it. But in her heart, she knew she was actually considering what life would be like without him/ Free to choose her own way, to do what she liked for once in her life. ‘Why?’ she said, her curiosity peaking.

‘Because, love. You’re going to Hogwarts.’

Marielle didn’t say anything for a moment. She was busy digesting what he had said. Finally …

‘Really?’ she squealed, trying so hard to contain herself and not jump about the room screaming. She might scare the house elves. Tom nodded solemnly, looking her straight in the eye.

‘Yes. But you will be working. I need you to get as close as you can to Harry Potter and his little group of friends. When I have completed my plan, you will be the one to steer him in the right direction, to lay the path to death for him, can you do this, my pet?’

‘Yes,’ Marielle said, nodding emphatically. She didn’t care that it was wrong, didn’t care that she would be forever hated, that her existence would be revealed and there would be no way of escaping after she had completed her job. All she cared about was the fact that she got to go to Hogwarts. After years of looking forward to the very day, when he might give in to her request. ‘But … can Elle come to …?’ she asked cautiously. Tom laughed.

‘Ethelinda? Of course, pet. I can’t leave you all by yourself, can I now? Besides, it was about time Dumbledore realized that I have a lot more going for me than he seems to think.’

Marielle didn’t even bother to point out that Draco would be there, too. Tom and Draco didn’t like each other, even though they had to pretend otherwise at times. Marielle had never quite understood it. It had only happened once, why the ongoing feud?

In fact, Marielle wasn’t even that sure of what had happened the first time, to make Tom so mad, and Draco so scared, and angry.