Alexandria Reine
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| Alexandria Reine | ||
| Full name | Alexandria Ariel Reine | |
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| Born | 13 January 1958 | |
| Birthplace | Paris, France | |
| Residence | Paris , France | |
| Nationality | French | |
| Blood Status | Pure-blood | |
| Parents | Phillipe and Camille Reine | |
| Siblings | None | |
| Wand | Hawthorn, Dragon Heartstring, 12 3/4 inches, rigid. | |
Biography
I hate you
Those were the words that Alexandria scribbled down on the sheet of parchment in front of her. It was the complete truth and all around her knew it. Even from her childhood years Alexandria was filled with excessive hatred towards her surroundings. Maybe it was due to her completely loveless childhood and her parentsâ lack of care for their daughter.
Or maybe she was simply angry at her surroundings and the stupidity of those around her. Either way, Alexandria was a hater through and through.
I hate Beauxbatons
Her long graceful fingers now shaking Alexandria sighed deeply. From the moment she had arrived at Beauxbatons in her 6e Annee she had hated it. Alexandria never felt like a part of the school and was constantly avoided the attention of others. Maybe she withdrew herself from society on purpose. Alexandria didnât care.
This was the way she was yet she craved acceptance more than anything else.
I hate my parents
The pure blood elitists who insisted on her staying within the restrictions of blood purity. It was her dream to discard their beliefs right in front of their noses simply to annoy them. But Alexandria would never marry. Especially a muggle. Marrying was too by the book for Alexandria. Too predictable. She wanted to break boundaries, not conform to the wishes of people she hated.
I want to be loved
Tears were now pelting down from her eyes and bouncing off of the parchment she was determined to fill. Her hand wobbled so much that she felt inclined to let the quill drop straight onto the table below her so she could wipe the droplets from her face. Trying to stay strong and prevent her face from crumpling to pieces Alexandria felt her hand gripping the quill again as she stared blankly at the sheet.
And then she wrote the final line of her Biography. The line that would stick in her mind and her throat forever.
I hate myself
And that was the absolute truth.
