Blythe T. D'eath

[BLYTHE T. D'EATH]

• BLYTHE THEODOSIA D’EATH •

So this is what you wanted, always to feel hunted, you can never be too rich, or too thin, The blood has run out, Fangs ruin any cute pout.




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LOOK INTO THEIR EYES AND YOU'LL BE A TRANSYLVANIAN CONCUBINE

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My name is Blythe Theodosia D’eath; however that isn’t my birth name, that has changed over the years of my existence. I was born to this world Theodosia Maive Rosier, though I find with my situation it is best not to draw un-necessary attention to you, and it is best to claim common names, cause with their popularity they are forgettable.



I was transformed into a vampire nine months before my seventeenth birthday, first thing I learned was that noble names are meaning less when you’re considered a monster, In fear of ruining my family’s good name, I claimed another name when I went to exile.



I didn’t like the idea of losing all my identity, so I decided it is best to keep my namesake (which is my Grandmother’s Name) as my middle name and take something boring, and un-appealing as a first name.. Early on I learned a key to keeping up with anonymity to bring as little attention as you can to yourself. I quickly started using common names; however it became a game of mine to find choose something truly appalling it took me a good two weeks to choose my current name. I was debating on rather to go with something horrid or something as common as Emily.



I decided to go with Blythe rather than Emily for convenience. I truly despised the name Emily for one it reminded me of a friend I once had, and honestly I know for a fact that people tend to live up to names that they are giving. I also know people tend gravitate towards those whom they feel they have common personality.. I simply don't have the restraint to be an Emily, So that was out.. Emily, Hannah, and the such are our.. It been my luck I'd surround myself with emotional women who feel the need HUG and be touchy, and know what would happen then.. I'd loose it and kill some people...So out of strict convience I decided upon toilsome sounding Blythe. A name has no standing on what, or who you truly are. I have found names are like clothes just something you try on and put away for later I have held many names in my years. I’ve been a Jane, Eve, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Margret.



I have no nicknames, and doubt I would answer to any if anyone attempted to give me one; However in my human years I had a few pet names.. My brother affectionately referred to me as a Theo, Yes it was boyish, but I must admit on certain tongues I like the sound of it.



I'm reclusive and generally as a rule highly un-sociable, so it isn't like I'm looking for nicknames. I just don't see the need to seek out the approval associated with that sort of affection. However if it is means I get to make an easy meal out of you, I’ll let you call me whatever it is that your heart desires.



I'm currently just finished schooling, I was forced to do it aboard on the account that un-ethical and blatant prejudice still plague our society. When it comes to those of my kind they still view us as monsters. This time was thankfully more successful than my prior attempt, as I was unable to finish my education do to a tragic incident. I wasn’t sure if I would be-able to finish, as I have a special circumstance that requires a lot of effort to surround myself with those of fresh blood.



As you can tell I'm not exactly on the up and up when it comes to Wizarding decorum, I might have entered and left this world in with the blood lines of a noble pure-blooded woman, but I re-entered a tainted little monster. You see in this dangerous world we live in, pure-blooded nobility and beauty doesn’t ensure happiness nor does it ensure a safety, nor does kindness in fact I found out that it only makes you weak, and more prone to the devices of those who seek to destroy you. Yes, it is a wicked lesson that I learned on February 3, nineteen seventy-nine I was only sixteen then. For the record on the sixth of June I will turn sixty-eight years old. In that time I have acquired several vaults full of possessions. Living a life of forced seclusion is a lot easier with money to do it, thankfully I’ve haven’t had had a lot of other things to do other than work on building those vaults, it’s not like I have a life or anything.

I'm smart enough to know not to be a flamboyantly show off with wealth, so while in public I tend to only carry the basic necessities, I own a decent broom a Firebolt that is easily dismissed as an heirloom.



My wand is honestly an Heirloom one of the few things I have managed to keep from my human days. It is eight inches of Mahogany with a Dragon Heart String core it also belonged to my Great Aunt before her un-timely demise. Many whispered that my wand carried a curse but with my Transformation I have noticed nothing strange about it, it seems with me the curse has finally ended.

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TEETH AND HAIR ARE A BEAUTY, THEY KNOW ITS THEIR DUTY

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Blythe was luckily transformed in the prime of her youth. Her youth and natural beauty serves her well, in being able to hide what she is. As most of the wizarding world have their preconceived notions of what Vampires are.



Blythe who looks relatively innocent and young can hide the gaunt worn look with relative ease; Blythe has been trapped in the body of a young woman. She has never aged, and because of that she acquired the ability to look as young as 16 to early twenties it all depends on her style of dress and how she wears her hair. However if she goes too long without feeding will begin to show signs of being dead her pale skin will dim to a sickly grey and her hair will fade and become dull and lifeless. Her beauty is bound with the blood that she must consume monthly.



However when she is in good health she only has to contend with physical paleness that is often dismissed as mild abnormality, or to those who don’t question they simply assume it is in her heritage to look so pale, so once you get past the ethereal look to her pale skin she is beautiful, she has Chestnut colored hair that reaches her waist which was costume for the time in which she lived in. She has pale green eyes and very symmetrical facial features that seem to mesh with her petite build.



Blythe taste in clothing, is fashionable she isn’t a trend setter though. She tends to follow what she see’s other people wearing, or mirroring what is in shop windows or in magazines. Blythe style does reflect her age and the time period she came from; she favors feminine skirts and dresses to pants. Because she is from of a time when women were conservative in what they felt comfortable in revealing in their bodies, she won’t be seen in something she considers lewd. She tries for Timeless, but might come across as stuffy and prudish.



Blythe’s body is her temple, she was simply raised to value herself and her appearance reflects that upbringing. Blythe has no tattoos, she does have her ears pierced and sadly the bane of her appearance is that small set of puncture wound that rests at the base of her collar-bone it is an eternal reminder of the cost of a bad choice.

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THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DO IS WRONG

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Blythe is honestly a very complex personality to describe. Blythe is loosing her soul, it is honestly dying inside of her, and the longer she lives the more difficult it becomes to live within the confines of the morals she was taught. From the moment she was transformed she was seeped in darkness and evil. She however remembers what it was like prior to her transformation and she still clings to those principles. Recently she discovered just how morally bankrupt she had become; it is a sad side effect of her un-dead affliction. She simply has been around for so long that morality and everything that makes people Human has gone stale in her, and she has gotten to the point that she doesn’t want to make the choice to be good and law abiding..



In public eye tends to come across as stand-offish and withdrawn she isn’t one for public spectacles they make her un-comfortable as she knows that more eyes, then there is more of a risk of being found out about, she is a loner by nature if she does choose to form relationships they are simply out of need there is no emotional investment on her part in them, most of the time it is just a charade to appear what she considers normal. She tends to gravitate towards people she considers weak minded as they pose little risk at finding out what she is and if by accident they do realize it they can be easily manipulated to keep her secret. She can be superficially friendly, though she does mimic what others do from her house. She might seem like a follower, but that will end the moment you have captured her interest she is both controlling, and unforgiving. If you do disappoint her (which you will) she might attempt a guilt trip or something menial like that to make you think she cares, but she will find a means of hurting you back.



Blythe behind bedroom doors operates with the same twisted standards that she operates with every other aspect of life. True Love died and has remain lost in the passing of time, and that is where it will stay.. She acknowledges beauty, but she being a reclusive is less likely to act on it. She know see's attraction as weakness that could be used against her. She certainly isn't the type to flirt without there being signification need to do so. She remains cold and aloof and sadly because of the way she is seen is often confused for an adequate conquest.. Though those who try to make her such quickly learn how quickly she will put them in their place. That said if someone has a lot of the same characteristics as her love she could become confused and attached, but that is unlikely till then most interactions won't phase her that way.



Her moral affliction doesn’t make her dangerous it isn’t like she wanders the back allies of Knockturn randomly slitting witches throats; it simply means she has the disposition for murder, and other evil things. Blythe is however a gifted manipulator she has been around people enough to know what is socially accepted. However the lessons learned in her life still play a huge part of her day to day life. She knows she can trust no one and the key to survival in the world is not to choose sides but to play them both.



She respects the rules of the ministry enough, and she knows she must play by appointed rules. She knows the consequences for breaking rules is that she would be labeled a dangerous creature, and she knows how those are dealt with. However her hunger and need for blood plays a role in how she acts. If she is especially hungry, she will demonstrate more predatory behavior. I think the one area that Blythe is vulnerable in her secret getting out is dealing with emotions. Yes she knows how to walk, and look and act human, however she isn’t one it has been a long time sense she experienced emotion like happiness, humor, sorrow, fear and anger she knows how to mimic what she see but there is nothing true in them. She might not get a joke or find humor in things that other people find humor in. Blythe might come across as cold and calluses in an un-nerving way she has no problem taking life or watching things die she doesn’t cry, she will attempt to fake signs of sadness if she feels it is in her interest to show sadness, but at times she will excuse her actions with logic as she has found everything is open to debate and if the person has a willing ear, than you could find some weakness to exploit with lies..

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YOU KNOW WHAT FLOWS HERE LIKE WINE

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1984

So this is what I get when I’ve stayed silent for all these years?



She stood there in the sidelines along side of those who were cheering for ruling that had just been passed. It was a ruling that would change Blythe’s world as she knew it. For all these years, you have asked that we remain hidden, that being invisible to your kind is the key to our salvation, and now you want to expose us . Just so you can label us? Blythe hid her anger with a look of disdain even though on the in-side she could feel her fury boiling to a roasting temperature. Perhaps, their laws were the very thing that was keeping her controlled at that moment the realization of that bitter truth sat like a bad meal of tainted blood in her..



She looked up and found herself captured under Dolores Umbridge’s glance, again. Blythe knew fully that the woman suspected her of being a vampire after all Dolores had a tendency to suspect all things that was the base of her jealousy. Blythe sadly had one fatal flaw when it came to that woman and that was the point that she had been allowed to exist and stand inside her company and bewitch those whom Dolores inspired to be, and she did so without the obvious lengths that Dolores had put herself through.



Dolores was now going to make her suffer, and to Blythe’s amazement she had succeed. Perhaps that was the true insult of it all, to Blythe a woman like Dolores Umbridge was not meant to walk in the same circles, apparently Dolores had felt the same way as she had.



Was that the reason for this registration act, Did I cause this? Strange even in a grips of a crisis Blythe could still somehow turn this whole crisis into something about her. Her attention pulled from her as the plump witch on her left began screeching that the Ministry should just round-up all the known vampires and lock them clean away till a means of mass disposal could be found.



Clearly such a strong statement against those of your kind should grip you at your core and install fear into you.. Well perhaps it would have if Blythe wasn’t the exact thing that they wanting to exterminate and fear of death wasn’t something she feared as she had faced it before. Was she in a mode to just accept her fate? Hardly, To Blythe everything was open to negotiation even the thought of immediate death.. Perhaps, it would be her own in-ability to accept absolutes that would be her down fall.



Blythe knew she couldn’t think like that after all she still had her freedom, she hadn’t signed her name upon any paper to claim what she was and frankly if it meant running back to America she wouldn’t register , not when she had done not a damn thing wrong.



Her eyes flickered back to Dolores as the woman posed for various photographs. Blythe noticed the pride that all but cloaked the woman in its blinding light. If it came to her forced out of the country, or put to death she would take that woman with her.



It was then a plan formed one that would have formed. She knew that Dolores wouldn’t pass such a nonsense plan if she was to share company like her, or god forbid share the same condition. Granted it wasn’t like she could just go over there and bite the woman. To contaminate such a prize it would require some finesse, and sadly working with others of her kind.



Blythe knew she would have to see Djimon. It was a grueling thought, as she hadn’t spoken more than two civil words to him over the course of a century, however desperate times called for desperate measures. Nothing like a common enemy to sooth old rivalries. If it meant disposing of Dolores Umbridge, Blythe was willing to work with the devil.

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TO COUNTLESS IN THEIR HEARTS AND THEIR MINDS THAT HAVE TO WHISPER.

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Blythe felt warmth against her bare skin.. For a fraction of a second she thought for sure Bellatrix had tired of her games, and had finally acted on her threats. Why are my eyelids so heavy, why can’t I get my eyes to open She hated the dark she hated not being able to see what had been done.. Then again in some situation the darkness was a comfort, though right now it was anything but a gift. It was grating not being able to see,Blythe flexed her fingers feeling them she figured she was still all in one piece perhaps Bellatrix Black had not killed her yet..



The warmth was muted more subdued than she what she was used to experiencing she tried to open her eyes again only to find it wasn’t happening.. She didn’t comprehend why her body refused to work with her why it felt heavy, why it hurt and this tiredness, why did she just want to sleep…



It is then that it dawned on her the possibility the adrenaline of sheer panic coursed through her causing her to sit up right her eyes flew open only to find things blurred and strange bright she heard gasping people then the soft ripple of chuckles as the blurred shapes around her began to point towards her.



She tried to spring up but with the heaviness of her body she only managed to clumsily fall backward off the small bench she was on and as she hit the ground she felt something strangely familiar.



“Ouch..” She sat back on her heels rubbing the soft spots at her knees it was with a shocked glance that she studied the crimson blood seep from wound at her knee.. She have wondered if this was a dream as it wasn’t making since she hadn’t had blood since..



Her eyes widen as a few things slowly began to click into place…Dreams truly are horrible things. In dreams your mind can play the worst jokes. The ones that give you hope and the slight taste of what once was.

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ALL THE THINGS THAT FORM THEIR LIVES, THEIR SIGHS, THEIR SONGS THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DO IS WRONG

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Did she just anger me.. Am I angry? She quickly dismissed the thought, but found that she had taken offense at what Dolores Umbridge just chirped out in that annoying voice, that could force even the sanest of Witches want to climb the walls.



It took her a bit of time to comprehend the emotion she was experiencing at that precise instant. It was a treasured moment as she had not felt anything like that raw emotion in ages, Leave it to that obnoxious woman to ignite something that for centuries laid dormant, and forgotten.



It took every ounce of will power to keep her seated. She wanted nothing more than to spring across the dark marble, and over that mahogany wooden desk to choke the ever-loving life out of Dolores Umbridge. Yes, Blythe was holding on by a very thin strand of sanity; however that thin strand was all she needed reel herself back under control.



It would be too quick of a death.. She silently chastised herself What a waste of blood too, her blood would probably pass down like melted butter as fat as she is.. The visual that her mind was creating was doing nothing to help the blood lust that was quickly rising and threatening to ensnare her will power. Intrusion of the sharp points of fangs against her soft gums pulled her back into reality where she was not suckling down the free-falling blood of Dolores Umbridge’s open neck wound.



She didn’t like how it took a few moments for the fangs to retract as she knew that it wasn’t just the fangs that were probably evident as she rarely lost control like she had just done with that woman, and then it happened like a wet spray in the face from a hose..



“A….hem”



You know I would kill to hear you make that sound without the use of your windpipe. Blythe pushed accompanying thoughts from her mind. And instead chose to take a long sip of cold water. Blythe looked down, and soothed out the ruffle on her silk shirt before standing up her fingers pulled back from the coiled fists that had her nails digging into her skin that was tingling with excitement.



“All respect, Madam” Blythe made it a point to enunciate and sound un-effected by the woman’s suggestion that her kind shouldn’t be allowed to attend school at Hogwarts Witchcraft and wizardry, and be made to register so the Ministry could keep tabs on them. Blythe knew exactly what Dolores Umbridge was suggesting. And the truly frightening part for Dolores was the sort of person to see that threat become a reality..



Calm yourself.. be respectful.. You MUST be respectful now.. She fixed herself with a soft smile and dipped her head demurely. “ I believe that Hogwarts has more pressing problems than a few unsavory additions, after all the sheer volume of muggle-borns who are infesting the houses is positively staggering. She watched as Dolores eyes combed over her with a skeptical glance. “ we at least know our place, Can you say the same for those of their kind.”



To say such rubbish would be enough to make any person sick on the taste of their own pride, but pride was something that Blythe could swallow relatively easy after all she knew that she had on her side the thing that Dolores didn’t she had precious time.. Revenge would come, perhaps not at that moment but it would come she would research the woman as everyone had weakness, it was just a matter of finding out what it is and exploiting it, and when she had her fill and seen the woman properly ridiculed she would take pleasure in turning Everyone that woman ever held dear into the very vile thing that Dolores Umbridge hated.

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MORNING HAS COME, AND THEY HAVE FLOWN.. HAVE YOU LEARNED FROM WHAT HAS BEEN SHOWN?

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The large neon blue plastic tub fit perfectly between her chubby little hands. Large curious eyes read over the lid and her brow feathered at the strange bubble writing.. She knew how to read small words things like ‘Rat’s new hat’ and ‘fat cat sat on rug’ those were words she recognized at five. However the bubble letters on that lid were rather large and it was giving her a bit of trouble with sounding out.

“Bay… B…. Bay.. BayrrE- L “

nooo remember small a’s like apple and small e’s like egg and little L’s like La la

“Ba… ba..barrrrr.. Barr…el.. What in merlin is a bar-rel ?” Frowning shook it again and heard the insides rattle. Which made her think there were candies inside? She studied the label again still a bit confused about the contents.. She would go down the stairs, and simply ask her mom about it but the problem with that was she wasn’t suppose pick things up off the street, much less next to a garbage pail on Kingsbury street which was muggle part of town..

Its got a monkey on it.. Its got to be neat if it has a monkey on it. She studied it again as the thought came to her mind that perhaps there were a bunch of little monkey’s stuck in there.. Staving for Bananas and other monkey food..


“ ohhhh nooo little monkeys I’ll get you out…Hang on. I’m sorry I shook you all around in there.” Theodosia whispered urgently at the lid..



She tried twisting the lid but it wouldn’t budge. She sat on the barrel and tried to pry off the lid which did nothing other than turn the tips of her fingers red, ten minutes later she had an old piece of string lassoed around the lid and tied to her door to pop the sucker off.. Sadly that idea was better thought out in her head because all she accomplished after six tries was getting her mother to scream up from the kitchen to stop slamming her doors.

Things had just become dire for Theodosia cause in her little five year old mind there were Monkey’s dying in that blue barrel, so desperate times called for desperate measures she closed eyes and whispered the same words she heard her very capable mother say with use of her wand.. “Open” She felt it give just a little bit.. “Open” She felt the lid slid out of her hand which she was proud of, however that moment of pride as quickly replaced with dread as she watched the blue lid in freebee type fashion shatter her bed room window and spin out into the wild blue yonder.

She watched it as it landed on a roof two houses down, she wasn’t aware of the fact that the sound of shattering glass might concern her mother till her mother was in her door way a floating caldron in tow. The event of her first magical experience would have worth celebrating had it not been for the fact that she saw what all that hard work was worth, as she dumped the contents of that blue barrel out on the floor. She had been expecting miniature live monkeys so when she saw those plastic things (that didn’t even look like monkey’s as they had no fur and they were YELLOW like Lemons) fall out of the blue barrel she was a bit disappointed…

“THIS IS IT?? “ It was truly a day for first as it wasn’t only just Theodosia’s first show of magical talent it was also her first experience with muggle artifacts. Sadly that small experience with the muggle word and the let downs that were common in that world left a bad taste in her mouth.. Her mother was quick to use the plastic barrel of monkeys as learning tool on why she didn’t belong in their world and how their kind didn’t belong in the wizarding world.. So strange that the most poisoning forms of Prejudices are also the ones that look innocent they aren’t blatant nor are they loudest.

They come from those who say the love us most, and they are disguised with concern. Yes That is how the Rosier’s poisoned their children to those who were not of pure blood.. Muggle born’s weren’t the disgusting dangerous things.. They were things to pity, however the outcome was the same as those who saw them as an abomination to the Pureblood lines. At the end of the day the Theodosia’s knew it wasn’t acceptable to be friends with muggle borns, after all you couldn’t respect something you pitied so friendship was never a possibility.

Theodosia parents did her a grave injustice in focusing on only the differences of those who were not of suitable blood-lines as they failed to mention to her that those who shared her blood could also be problematic, and at times deadly.

Sadly those were the important lessons, and tragically she would learn those life and death one’s on her own and at a time with the cost of a lesson learned was measured with a life ruined.. Fast forward threw all the mundane things of her life that are no different from that of any other witch of her world.

6 years of age: First pet.. A Chizpurfle farm that became her last pet( till she was accepted at Hogwarts)cause she moved them from their Enchanted tank to her mother’s broom box so they can have a larger habitat.

7 years of age: Escorting her brother to Kings Crossing and to the Hogwarts Express getting a small glimpse of what will be her future.

8 years of age: Learning to play wizards chess

9 years of age: Finding out that her Uncle married another Uncle, and was disowned not because it was another uncle; but because it was an Uncle of Muggle linage

10 years of age: Discovering why her brother needs his special alone time in the loo.

11 Years of age: She is sorted into Slytherin

12 Years of age: realizes why it isn’t intelligent to have crushes one older Slytherin boys like Regulus Black

13 Years of age: Realizes it isn’t intelligent to have crushes on Older boys from ANY house

14 Years of age: Accepts fate of Spinster

15 Years of age: Is told that being a late bloomer isn’t that terrible.. Spends most of the year disliking her mother, and her “blossoming” elixiers.

16 Years of age: accepts her role as a friend, knowing if she can’t have him as a love than she will make do with him as a friend. Doesn’t comprehend that befriending him will end life as she knows it..

What will you do in the name of friendship? Do you keep their most treasured secrets knowing that if you tell a soul they will be harmed? Theodosia did that and much more she kept his confidence about his speculations and she begged him not to speak anymore when he suggested things that would see him as a traitor.

She honestly thought time would see him come to his senses, and learn to accepted Lord Voldermort , sadly she was mistaking on two very key things. She was mistaking that she could change the way a man thought, she was also mistaking on the fact that she had the time.. For time stands still for only a select few, and till then she wasn’t one of those.

Spies were everywhere, and there was no hiding from those who mistrusted her, and sadly there was no way that she could lie her way out of a potion like Veritaserum. In the end she betrayed the one who’s opinion mattered the most to her..

However that knowledge wasn’t the extent of her punishment, Noo that was perhaps the knowledge that her weakness had gotten him killed and in that moment the fate worse than death is perhaps life.. Her parents hoping to see her spared made a plea for her, suggesting that her only crime was the ignorance of her youth.. Well It seemed there was solution for her youthful ignorance, and that was found in the bone shattering bite of an immortal.
Life irrevocably changed in a matter of seconds, the cruelty at the hands of death eaters by the likes of Bellatrix Black knows no boundaries it was the best way to punish the parents, and the girl. The girl would forever more be forced to walk the earth a monster, where the parents would be forced to turn their back on a child that they did love.
The remainder of the first war was spent in solitude in various attempts grasp what she was, it was during this time that Blythe embraced the status of a hermit. She threw herself into independent study studying the laws of ministry, and working predominantly abroad.
Decades pass and news from abroad brought to life an old nemesis. Dolores Umbridge this time being a mark for Dolores’s special kind of prejudices Blythe returned to England to combat the woman magical creature registration act.
Being more successful in delaying the registration act, while its proponent basically done herself in. Blythe sadly never got to sick her fangs into the meaty flesh of Dolores Unbridge. A fact that Blythe to this day holds with a several ounces of regret.
Being a noted advocate for magical creature rights Blythe was promoted through the ministry to the position of head of Regulation and control of Magical Creatures. Where she still to this day fights heavily for Magical Creature rights.

It is her skills to argue in front of the ministry courts and her success rate that made her a target for many pure bloods who looked at her as a bit of a threat. Their recent attempt to have her kicked out of her position brought to light the embarrassing fact that regardless of all her independent studies and the fact that she attended a wizards college abroad and worked her way through the ministry ranks she had never finished her schooling at Hogwarts.

Forced to finish her seventh year she was forced into a small hiatus to finish her final year of general education. To Blythe it was the most grievous of insults. To repay the pureblooded wizards for their act of blow the belt punches, Blythe has made it her sole cause to advocate for the rights of Vampires and offer those who have been cursed a chance to to return to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizarding to finish their education. Strangely that where she might be excluded from the obtaining an education because of her creature status of Vampire she was successful in obtaining the right consult with the faculty. With her regain position, after she was appointed back to ministry. She has been spending more time back at the school keeping tabs on their games keeper, and how he treats the magical creatures that resides in the school and on the grounds.
Appearing more publicly she is bound to attract unwanted attention from forces who look to change the wizarding world as we know it, Now the unavoidable question is, if the history is bound to replay itself, or if she will be successful in avoiding tragedy?