SKEETER, rena lillian

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What can be found in a name:
Rena Lillian Skeeter
When the day I was born:
12th May 1958
The Angels screamed:
Breckin Skeeter [Father]
Charity Skeeter [Mother]
And Hell shut its doors:
Rita Skeeter [Sister, 15]
While creatures retreated:
A small brown owl by the name of Olly. He is extremely over-excitable and has a habit of trying to carry packages that are too large for him.
To depths unknown:
Pureblood

I hide from them:
Favourite places to hang out
Be who they want to see:
Rena and her sister share a lot in common when it comes to their appearance. They both have blonde hair and strikingly similar features though Rena is a lot more content with her darker hair and does not change the colour, she often gets a lot of "dumb blonde" jokes directed at her because of this. Rena is not tall, standing at around 5'5" with a slender frame which is not overly skinny (merlin forbid she look anorexic). She is most noted for her strange sense of style when she is not in her school uniform. It is not the colour of her clothing that has others curious but what she combines. What normal person, after all, would walk around Hogwarts in a skirt, fluffy boots that look like slippers and strange combinations of tops? She can dress normally, however, and tends to do so when she wishes to blend into the crowd. Rena is noted for always carrying a gold locket around her neck. No-one is sure what is contained in the locket as she has never opened it and no-one has been able to get close enough to do so without her waking or noticing what they intend to do. This annoys people dramatically but she is rather mysterious in that way.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Rena is a calm and quiet person, preferring to put her head down and avoid confrontation. She is not an extrovert like most people see her sister to be. When she is with her close friends Rena undergoes a sort of transformation where she turns from a quiet introvert into a fun loving person with no weight on their shoulders. It is these people whose opinions matter to her more than anything else in the world. Rena is the kind of person that anyone can come to for advice and even if she doesn't know the answer she can often suggest who to talk to. When someone gets her talking about a topic that she likes she will grasp onto that and continue talking for hours. She knows when to admit defeat. Despite this outwardly appearance, however, deep down Rena is rather self conscious, and her inssecurities tend to make her fear possible relationships, though she has had a few.

Rena will sometimes push people away, try to make herself less appealing or interesting to them, in order to protect herself from what she sees as "a potential situation for pain and heartache" though she has learnt not to do this so often these days. No matter how hard she tries she occasionally gets the feeling that she is not worthy of attention from others. No-one, not even she, is sure where this feeling comes from or why it appears at certain times and many have tried to convince her otherwise with little success. Rena fears getting close to people because she fears them leaving. Rena is a shy person who will offer a smile across a classroom but is a little hard pressed to approach someone of her own will. Once you make friends with her, however, she is there until you give her reason not to be, she is loyal to a fault and always a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. If there is one thing she cannot stand it is gossip, she finds it tasteless (whether it is true or not).
This soulless being:
- reading
- quiet time in the common room
- creating stories
- children (they truly do make you laugh)
- laughter
- charms
Is just as lost:
- gossip (she hates anything to do with it and tries to convince her sister to avoid gossiping about others)
- violence
- too much drama
- people who don't pay attention or talk during class
- rivalry between houses
As everyone else:
- charms
- caring
- compassionate
- good listener
- great at creating stories
In a world that knows only hate:
- doesn't like people getting close
- her family mean the world to her
- she does not know how to keep friends close (though a few are still around)
- she tends to daydream
- pushes people away
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
- she secretly wants to be loved
- she hates the fact that she pushes others away but is not sure how to change

They left me to die:
deceased
On a bed of roses:
Two uncles, one aunt through marriage, three cousins (Two boys one girl)
Blood seeping through:
One of her uncles is a squib, the one that is not married that is.
The satin sheets of fame:
very well off but not insanely rich
What a bitter story of love:
May Twelfth Nineteen Fifty Eight. The day will never go down in history as a day of some great victory or another but it was significant enough in the lives of Breckin and Charity Skeeter. It was on this day (a day some Seventeen years ago) that their first child and eldest daughter, Rena, was born. Rena was named after two relatives who had died previous to her birth. Her Great-Aunt Sirena and her many greats-grandmother Lillian, both relatives on her mother's side of the family. As a pureblood family dating back over nine generations, the Skeeters had high values and raised their eldest daughter to be a lady of class, one who would be seen and not heard: the perfect wife. Due to these teachings, from a young age, Rena learnt to listen rather than speak and many of her traits that people find endearing come from her upbringing. When she was nearing two years of age (three months before she turned two in fact) her mother gave birth to another daughter, Rita, and Rena found herself on the outskirts, no longer the sole centre of her parents' attentions.

Growing up, Rena never hated her sister but their relationship was almost non-existant. The pair were as different as cheese and chalk, the only thing that indicated they were even related were a few physical traits. Rena found herself withdrawing from her parents a little, preferring to lock herself in her imaginary world filled with a dashing man who would sweep her off her feet, while her sister was more interested in writing and, later on, developing a love of gossip. Rena found that it was easier to focus on her studies and learn how to behave properly than it was to try and have a close relationship with her parents who had become less than accepting of her daydreaming as she got older.

September First Nineteen Sixty Nine. Rena had recieved her Hogwarts letter a few short months ago and she was off for her first year at Hogwarts. Her head was filled with wonderous ideas of the things she would learn and how she would prove that she was worthy of her family name (not that her parents had indicated she wasn't, merely that daydreaming was not an adequate passtime for a lady). When she arrived, however, the young lady was sorted into Hufflepuff and things were a little difficult from there. The house was considered weak and the bottom end of the scale so, naturally, her sorting into the house led to a bit of drama but, like always, her parents got use to it and things moved on and back into their previous routine. Life at Hogwarts was never easy for Rena, moreso after her sister arrived two years later and began to expand on her love of gossip and writing. Rena would always hear the rude and scathing remarks about her sister, some directed at her for not better teaching her sister how to behave. After a while Rena, who had been a constant source of inspiration for her sister's rumors, began to ignore the comments and go back to her usual daily life.

Now in her final year, quiet and shy Rena is buckling down in an attempt to get into the Healing programme through St. Mungos. She still dreams of her dashing saviour and, like most girls her age, she has dated a few men, simply to see if they are "the one". She is the constant butt of jokes as far as the Slytherins are concerned after it was outed that she was still "pure" as they liked to put it, preferring not to follow any trends or conform to what others expected of her. What this year holds cannot be told, though, and Seventh Year promises a lot more rumors and a lot more tears for her shoulder to carry but its all part of who she is and she wouldn't have it any other way.

It is not proper for a lady of class to be daydreaming and get into a state where she is drooling over her clothes, it is tasteless and tacky and I will not have it! the words continued to ring through the young girl's head as she trudged up the stairs to her room, head lowered to the ground as she fought back the tears. She, Rena Lillian Skeeter, had never heard so much disappointment in her mother's voice before. She had always tried to do her best, to stand straight, shoulders back, always remember her manners and don't speak unless spoken to (she was, after all, a child and interupting an adult while they were speaking was unheard of). No matter how hard she tried, however, it bored her to death and, like every other time she was bored, Rena would slip into her fantasy world, the world where her knight in shining armor would sweep her off her feet and guide her away. No matter how hard she tried she could not prevent it and, like every time before, her mother would scold her and she would be sent upstairs to her room.

She pushed gently on the door and entered the bedroom, not noticing the floral decór that she usually loved so much, nor the vase of fresh roses that sat by the windowsill, filling the room with their sweet purfume as the night air blew gently through the window. She made her way to the seat by the window and set herself upon it, resting her hands on the windowsill and laying her chin upon her arms, gazing into the darkness that had enveloped the grounds of the family home. The sounds of chatter and music wafted up the stairs but she tuned it out, she had no desire to return there, not after she had been scolded in front of her parents' guests, that had been embarrassing enough. With a sigh she watched the moonlight bathe the treetops and imagined she could hear the sounds of hoofbeats coming towards her.

The beating of wings filled her ears as a jet of brown shot through the window and crashed into her bed, flapping his wings excitedly. She giggled, even as a few stray tears stained her cheeks, and made her way towards the bed, scooping up her tiny owl in her hands and cradling him to her chest. "Olly" she said, her tone soft and laced with amusement "when will you ever learn?" the little owl hooted in response, his wide eyes glancing up at her and she laughed again, her eyes lighting up more than they had a moment ago. No matter what happened in her life, Olly had always been able to cheer her up. He had been a present from her very first friend and had been with her for almost three years now, despite the fact he still looked like a hatchling with his wide eyes and small frame.

Setting the owl on the bed, she rose once more, heading to her cupboard and pulling out a small jar. The owl must have seen what she had grabbed as he started flapping around more excited than before. Once he had managed to get himself off the bed he flew towards her, crashing onto her shoulder and almost losing his balance as he opened his beat expectantly. Rena laughed as she placed an owl treat in the tiny bird's mouth and watched him swallow it contentedly. He opened his beak once more in silent request "no more" she scolded lightly, amusement still lining her tone "you will get too fat to fly, then who will deliver my letters?" This seemed to have done the trick as the owl snapped his beak shut, in an almost human like manner, and hooted lightly. Rena shook her head in amusement and replaced the jar, just in time to hear footsteps coming up the stairs, a knock at her door and a voice calling out to her. She sighed, it was time to face the music, she supposed.

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