WEAVERS, Seren I.

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Name: Seren Ivy Weavers
Age | B-day: sixteen | 1st July 1996
House | Year: Ravenclaw, though only in her first year before the Yule Ball attacks and the school was closed. After that she never returned.
Bloodline:Muggle Born
Position: Slave
Side: None – it’s been beaten out of her.
Occupation: N/A
Wand: 9 inch, Rose wood, Unicorn Hair

Hair: Dark and wavy. Seren used to keep it trimmed to around shoulder length but it now tumbles down her back.
Eyes: Dark Green
Height: 5 foot 0.
Weight: (Pounds) 89 lb.
Markings: Seren has a few freckles speckled over her nose and cheeks, but apart of that there isn’t much.

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Phobia: Seren’s biggest phobia was loosing her family but that has already happened. Apart from that, Seren hates the dark.
Habit: Seren is a very, very nervous girl (though really who can blame her). When she gets frightened she begins to shake, and will go into “slave mode”. She’ll bow her head or drop to her knees (which ever more appropriate) and apologize for anything she might have done. It’s easier that than take punishment –shudder-. You can add that t her list of phobias.
Pet Peeve: At the moment what Seren hates most is her life as a slave. On some level, she wishes she’d been killed the same night as her parents. At least then she wouldn’t be living like this – in Hell.

Personality: Seren for a lack of a better word, is broken. Perhaps it’s unsurprising with the life she’s lived – it was only a matter of time. She’s been trained well, very well, the muggle term “robot” is pretty appropriate, tell her to jump she’ll say how hi sort of thing. She’ll follow orders, and when she fails she’ll beg for anything but punishment. Sometimes groveling has saved her, and she isn’t too proud to do so. There isn’t any room to keep your pride while you’re a slave – Seren learned that quickly.

When she finally hit rock bottom, Seren couldn’t bare life anymore. She tried to kill herself, and really wished she’d succeeded. Simply put, Seren doesn’t want to live in this life any more, so tried to take herself out of it. The scars along her wrists are a cold reminder, not only that she gave up but she failed, she couldn’t even do that right.
She really is good for nothing.

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Birthplace:
Family: (Relationship | Name | Age | Position | Blood)
Father | Shay Mack Weavers | 48 at age of death, was killed in a Death eater attack in 09 | Order member/ pre takeover muggle relations officer – Ministry | Muggle Born
Mother | Alice Weavers |45 at age of death, was killed in a Death Eater attack in 09 | Nursery teacher | Muggle
History: Growing up, Seren was a happy little girl. With a Welsh muggle mother and an Irish wizard father she spent allot of time in both worlds and loved every minute of it. She also spent allot of time in both Wales and Ireland, spending most holidays visiting Shay’s parents who were born and lived in Cork Ireland. Seren loved hailing from both cultures; it was the best of both worlds.
She attended her local muggle primary school – mostly because Alice insisted Seren be able to live in either the muggle or Wizarding world.
When she was 11 the letter arrived though, and that was her, a confirmed witch. To say she was excited was an understatement.

When the day finally rolled around both parents were there to wave their daughter off on the train, and she was away, of to her new life and adventure.
Seren was sorted into Ravenclaw, a good choice for the inquisitive young girl and settled in quickly with the other first years. Everything was normal, well as normal as it could ever be living in a magical castle, but that all changed the night of the Yule Ball. After the Death Eaters attack her parents demanded she move home – if only until the school was safe again. So after only 5 months of her studies she was home, back in Wales with her parents.

With the introduction of the blood registration laws, Seren was issued with her Muggle Born Status, just like her father. It didn’t worry her – Seren never really understood the politics behind it- though her father did. As part of the Order Shay had heard some of what the rebels were planning – and what they wanted would never involve people like him or his daughter.

The family began to make plans go into hiding. Their plan was to go to Ireland under a pretence of a visit (just as they’d done for years) and escape on a muggle ferry over to France. From there they could travel in to mainland Europe, possibly even find a way to America. Everything was set in place for early Feburary and it seemed perfect. The only problem was it would come 3 weeks too late.

Janurary 5th 2009 started out like a normal enough evening for the family, dinner, tv, before Alice sent twelve year old Seren to bed around 9.30. She was almost asleep when she heard a crash of glass being broken and her parents called out to each other in panic.
There were more shouts, screaming, and suddenly everything went quiet. Seren had had no idea what to do, especially when someone began to climb the stairs. She’d prayed for her father, her mother, but the person who stepped through the door was neither. A man, so large he seemed too fill the door way with a wand raised straight at the girl.
”And there’s the little one…”

The Death Eaters orders were simple – the entire Weavers family was meant to die the night the family home was attacked, the Death Eater couldn’t bring himself too curse a child down dead. So instead he summoned some snatchers, and sold the girl into slavery. As Seren was taken from her family home she was forced to step over her parent’s bodies – and often still has nightmares about it.
Of course, the Death Eater couldn’t let anyone find out he’d bottled out of one of his kills, so lied. Everyone, Death Eaters and Order Members alike, thought all the Weavers were dead, no one knew that little Seren was actually all too alive.

The twelve year old was taken to the Puxley Manor, but was only there for mere hours before being sold to her Master of three and a half years: a Death Eater named Heath Sullivan. Sullivan was too become an interrogator within the new Ministry and needed something to practice on. For the next two years that was Seren’s life. She served her master and his family during the day, cooking and cleaning, and in the evenings served as a guinea pig for new curses and combinations. The fear and pain wasn’t constricted to those night sessions though, punishments were swift when Seren made mistakes like dropping plates, forgetting things, or even just being where she shouldn’t. Sullivan was always quick to come down on his slave, punishing the girl for anything and everything.
In short, those three, almost four years were hell on earth for the young girl. Unsurprisingly Seren quickly slipped into a deep, depression.

One night in September 2011 Seren made a larger mistake usual, when she tripped while serving the evening meal. The soup she’d been carrying landed in her Mistress’ lap and Sullivan lost it. That night’s punishment had been the worst in a long time and when he was finished Seren could barely push herself up from the floor. After Sullivan left her lying in the kitchen with the parting words of, “And get that shit cleaned up.” Seren knew she had hit rock bottom and honestly she didn’t want to continue. That’s when she saw the knife lying their on the counter top and she made her decision.

By the time anyone found her Seren had lost allot of blood from the large slices along her wrists. It was the last straw in her Master’s eyes, and sold the now sixteen year old back to the Puxley Manor before replacing her with another. And that’s where she’s been ever since, after all, no one wants a slave who tried to kill themselves… Right?

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And you're the master

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