Felicia Navarro
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| Felicia | ||
| Biographical Information | ||
| Full name | Felicia Isabel Navarro Ponce de León | |
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| Born | 21 December 1934 | |
| Residence | Sevenoaks, England | |
| Blood Status | Pureblood | |
| Education | Hogwarts | |
| Class | 1953 | |
| Title(s) | Prefect ('51-'52, '52-'53)
Quidditch Keeper ('50-'51) Hospital Wing volunteer ('50-'53) | |
| Physical Information | ||
| Gender | Female | |
| Hair colour | White | |
| Eye colour | Blue | |
| Skin colour | Caucasian | |
| Family Information | ||
| Spouse | Mark Lerner ('59-) | |
| Parents | Francisco Navarro, Isabel Ponce de León | |
| Siblings | None | |
| Other Family Members | Juan Cruz Navarro, Santiago Navarro, Ofelia Ponce de León | |
| Magical Characteristics | ||
| Wand | 10" sycamore, phoenix feather | |
| Patronus | Cat | |
| Special Ability | Animagus - white cat | |
| Affiliation | ||
| Occupation | Magizoologist ('54-) Care of Magical Creatures Professor ('55-'61) | |
| Former Occupation(s) | Winged horse trick rider ('53-'54) | |
| House | Ravenclaw | |
Biography
Death was the first of her teachers from the moment she took her first breath of air. Death, with long, reaching fingers claimed a mother she never knew and gave the first lesson: life is fragile, all is fleeting. Respect it, enjoy it, but don’t hold it too tight between your hands. It will all go at some point.
Still young, her second teacher, and perhaps the most important for years and years, was her father. When she could walk, she walked right next to him, and then ran next to him, surrounded by scales and feathers and fangs, never once stopping to consider how it might be dangerous, how she might be unprepared. Her eyes were too wide and her ears too eager to listen: be passionate, explore, learn more and more and more. Take your time to understand the world and the beautiful creatures in it.
If her hair always smelled of smoke, if she couldn’t get rid of grass stains on her knees, if she was stared at in disapproval by family members, Felicia didn’t notice. She was running too fast to stop and take a look.
Hogwarts came later, with different sounds and scent and people, and enough teachers to keep her sleepless mind busy, thoughts tangling and overlapping in asymmetrical loops. For the classes she cared about she read and practiced until sleep took her, without even asking her for her opinion first; the classes she was less interested in only got her lack of attention. What she didn’t learn in that time was how to feel guilty about it.
Names got under her skin and so lessons that were engraved into the bones of her ribs, so with every breath she took they would pulse with bright light, so she wouldn’t forget: everyone has different needs. Stop, and pay attention. Running all the time gets you out of breath too soon. Sleep better. Eat better. Take care of yourself. Some questions are more important than the answers. Some family you get to pick, to collect them as you go.
And then her first teacher came back along with fire to sear the first of her lessons on her skin again, least she would stop thinking about it for long enough to forget. Fire came and scarred her arm, death came back with the quietest hint of an apology and when it left, it took her father with it. The absence tore at her heart leaving a gaping void behind. Rafael was something to fill it with, and his lessons doubled: how to mourn, how to hurt, how to heal. How to recognize signs of trauma and deal with them. How to take the time and space you need, how to prepare teas to help you sleep, how to make salves that heal burns. How to handle crises.
And then she graduated, but that didn’t mean Felicia would stop listening to the lessons that unfurled in front of her face, and with each step into the unknown she tapped her fingertips to the beat them: this is how you pack your bags, join a circus and see the world you’re so hungry to see.
And then: this is how to come back, how buy a house, remodel it and decorate it. This is how you take something in ruins and your best friend and turn it into a home. This is how you harvest honey and make marmalade and ice cream.
And then: this is how to follow in your father’s footsteps, how to study the creatures he showed you how to love, how to start working in a reserve and smile even when you get a face full of quills.
And then: this is how you get a second job doing something you never thought you would. This is how you keep your mind busy with secrets and oddities and spend two times a week bent over a cluttered desk with your best friend.
And then.
