KAFKA, christina victoria

[kafka]

Nickname: Sopho
How You Found Us: I never left ;]
Contact Via: PM

What can be found in a name:
Christina Victoria Kafka
When the day I was born:
13/01/1959
The Angels screamed:
Charles P. Kafka - 47 - whereabouts unknown - father
Victoire F. Kafka [neé Tombé] - 33 - deceased - mother
Finola C. Kafka - 16 - sister
And Hell shut its doors:
Buio - male Kneazle, black and white, 4 years
Eros - male Eagle Owl, 9 years
While creatures retreated:
Pureblood
To depths unknown:
Ravenclaw

I hide from them:
Ravenclaw Common Room, Great Hall, Grounds
Be who they want to see:
When you first see Christina one instantly thinks of some large predator. She moves with a natural grace found in big cats and her eyes tend to scour through whatever she happens to be looking at. She is of average height, being five foot four the last time she measured herself and weighs roughly eight stone eight. She possesses a feminine frame and doesn’t resist a chance to show it off whenever she can. Everyone has hang ups, and she doesn’t particularly like her legs or feet, but there isn’t much she can do about it. She currently has no tattoos or piercing s on her body, although she has a small scar on her left hip bone from an accident as a child.

Christina has a heart shaped face, with high cheek bones and a small nose and chin. Her eyes are a very deep shade of blue and are almond shaped, framed by a pair of shapely eyebrows. She has very long hair in a fiery shade of red which is naturally wavy, although she does straighten it out with a spell if she has time to. She generally avoids a lot of make up and prefers just some mascara and some lip balm. When not at school she wears muggle clothes, but she doesn’t like them that much.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
In a primeval society, Christina could be likened to the matriarch. As the eldest sibling, dominance was already ingrained into her before her mother’s death. Since, this trait has mutilated in a way that has allowed a teenager to control her life and her sister’s with relative ease. She never asks for help, not even when the outlook is bleak - dependence is weak and can be done away with. Her way is always the right way. She has an unbridled capacity to take charge of a situation and others, having grown up in an environment where she was the best, and nothing could ever change that. However, if someone else tries to become the leader she will immediately challenge their status, and will continue to do so until they back down. This can lead her to do rash, thoughtless things that in normal circumstances she may have dismissed.

Hot headed is an easy way to sum up Christina. With an explosive temper and this energy for being on top of the pile, she can liken to a force of nature in a matter of seconds. Christina’s patience is short and unstable. Once in a bad mood, little things tend to set her off. The rate at which her temperament can change is on occasion alarming, but it doesn’t always work one way - she can change back into a quiet young lady in a second. Her anger tends to be in the rawest and purest form that a human being can demonstrate, and this usually means forgetting social conventions. This said, when she rarely steps back and looks at the situation, she can be subtle. These blips in her rage may be what she might evolve into once raging hormones have subsidised, but its hard to tell. Christina is like any other moody teenager, but with a kick.

There is no doubt that she is intelligent. Academically she is very bright and finds charms and transfiguration the easiest on her palette of subjects. Her memory for hexes and spells is extensive and is what she can rely on when in a sticky situation. More than often, it is Christina’s sharpness that gets her out of situations she has run head long into. Without it she would not be able to be the rampant, fiery young woman she is - she would not get away with it. She tends to think on the spot and dives straight into everything as opposed to surveying the situation and then deciding on something.

Christina is an impulse driven creature. It is easier to think of her as some kind of animal with human intelligence; she is driven by habit and if she feels uneasy about something, she’ll let everyone know. She tends to go with her feelings on many occasions, then uses her intelligence to get herself out of them.

Bitch is a choice word directed at Christina on many a time, and its true. She is catty down to the core, and it doesn’t matter how little the thing might have been, she is good at holding grudges. If she doesn’t like someone, she’ll let them know. She prefers making friends with other Ravenclaws and Slytherins, mostly because she is extremely cynical about the other houses and their optimistic outlook - so you could say she was a pessimist too.

Christina is very, very proud. She knows she is from a pure-blooded family and although she has no strong views on muggle-borns, she tends to think of herself as superior because that was how she was bought up. She is a sore loser and hates her pride being damaged, she feels that she has an important role in society and it must always be upheld. She is ambitious and wants to put behind all the speculation that her family has undergone in the recent years.

Think of Christina as a hot blooded woman. She is very aware of her sexuality and will often use it to get what she wants. With this and her breezy confidence she likes to think of herself as attractive. In relationships she is flighty, dislikes to be tied down for too long and will always move on. Her humour is often crude, and she will go that one step too far, if that’s what it takes to beat the competition.

Despite her many negative points, Christina is fiercely loyal to friends and those she loves. Like her grudges with enemies, she has a long memory and will rarely turn against a friend - they would have to do something terrible for that to happen. She can also be extremely kind to those people too, although this comes in short and irritable spurts; do not expect her to be lovey-dovey for no apparent reason. She is a sociable being and although she may seem unapproachable most of the time, has rare spats of being nice to people. I shall repeat the word ‘rare’. Christina isn’t a bitch all the time, but most of the time she is.
This soulless being:
- Men
- Late mornings
- Summer
- Birthday parties
- Charms
- Firewhiskey
- Hallowe'en
- Perfume
- Winning
- Roses
Is just as lost:
- Rain
- Winter
- Losing
- Looking stupid
- Long relationships
- Beatles
- Romantic comedy films
- Apparating
- Most muggle music
- Optimists
As everyone else:
- Clever
- Brave
- Loyal
- Trustworthy
- Confident
In a world that knows only hate:
- Impatient
- Bitchy
- Judgemental
- Proud
- Short-tempered
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
- She once transfigured herself into a tiger-cub by accident when she was eleven in the summer holidays. Through some influence at the ministry no one followed her up on it, but she did have a tail for two weeks afterwards.
- She has a huge fear of splinching, never happened to her, but she always tries to use floo powder; apparating as a last resort.

They left me to die:
Victoire Tombé was born in France to Gitan Tombé and Danielle Montague. She has an older sister, Nicolé Tombé, who now works in Romania on the Dragon Reserve. They both attended Beauxbatons. Nicolé Tombé married Romanian wizard Alec Doar and they live in the Tombé Chateu in South France. Victoire married Charles after a visit to England, and with both parent’s help they bought a Georgian house in South East England. The wizarding family who had owned it before had died of a chorlera attack in the 19th Century and the house had been vacant since. This is where the Kafka sisters retire to for the school holidays.
On a bed of roses:
Charles Kafka’s father was Walter Kafka from Germany. He attended Durmstrang. He was arranged to marry Jane Grey, who is a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw. The family is Scottish and the name changed from Fifeach (Gaelic for ‘Raven’) in the 11th Century following the Norman invasion. Charles Kafka had no brothers or sisters. Jane Grey’s family owned a castle in the Scottish Highlands which has now been passed into the care of the Ministry of Magic and has been made unplottable.
Blood seeping through:
Distant descendants of Ravenclaw on father's side
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
Charles Kafka had always assumed his first born was going to be a son.

On a cold January evening, he peered expectantly into his young bride’s arms to see a tiny screwed up face, pulled open in an ear splitting scream staring back at him. A baby girl. He tried not to show his disappointment, his wife was already nervous enough as it was let alone having the gender of their child to account for. His new daughter looked a lot like him, which was the only thing that pleased him. Christina was a noisy baby and cried consistently through most nights, although she was a strong little thing and didn’t succumb to any illnesses.

Victoire soon found out that she was pregnant again. This time, it had to be a boy. Charles could live with having one girl, but two would be a disgrace. He didn’t particularly like children, and if he had his way he would have only had one child - a son. This was his wife’s last chance to prove to him she was worth the marriage, because he didn’t want their serene home crawling with their offspring. So when another daughter was born to them, he was not best pleased at all, to put it mildly. The new child was quiet and almost sickly, not at all like his screaming toddler whose first word was ‘want’.

Children always know if their parents take an interest in them, like them even. Victoire tried to do that for her daughters. As both girls grew out of the small years and into seven and six year olds, their father decided that now they were older it was time to get them mingled in with the pureblood world. He still nursed his pain over being an heirless father, but he tried to keep his outlook bright. Hopefully one of his other pureblooded friends would have a couple of nice sons he could marry his girls off to. There would be no family name, but at least they would be taken care for. So every meeting and gathering, he made a point of taking his family with him, show them off in a way. Christina grew to enjoy the outings - she was determined to make her father love her as much as her mother did. She couldn’t understand why her sister and mother hated the times they went out together, but did little to ask why. She enjoyed the attention too much.

The letter from Hogwarts didn’t come as a surprise to any of them, and an eleven year old Christina was packed off to the school on the Hogwarts Express in September. She found that she knew a lot of her schoolmates already from her childhood and settled in easily. She was a loud, bolshy girl approaching her teens, she had a lot of friends and a family who loved her. Nothing could go wrong right?

The summer Christina came home from Hogwarts was a peculiar one. There were no parties round other people’s houses or having friends over. The whispers of a new dark power rising, one greater than Grindelwald that many parents could remember vividly when they were children. Victoire’s death was condemned as a freak accident by the ministry, but officialising something doesn’t give the family involved much support. As the stern father and the two children walked solemnly away from the freshly dug grave, the household became a much colder place. Her sister started Hogwarts that year, and to her disgust Christina found herself watching out for the younger girl as her sister had not settled half as well as she had done. Her grades dipped and they only spent the summer holidays at home. As a tentative third year began, they received news that their father had gone missing. It didn’t seem like there had been a struggle; he may have left of his own accord. Aurors searched expecting him to have been taken by the dark ranks, but by the time the sisters were on their holidays dismissed it as a case of their father leaving of his free will; and the case was downgraded.

Another uneventful few years passed and we join Christina as she breezes through her seventh year, her troubles partially forgotten as she surrounds herself with friends in high places.

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