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Danielle Haynes

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  • Birthday 01/31/2003

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  1. The loud form with which some students had been tackling the newest task was starting to get on Danielle's nerves - she wasn't a fan of such noises given her upbringing, and found her jaw clenching with mild irritation as they persisted. Her eyes shot to the source and she saw Travis destroying and reassembling one of various dolls around the room. Finally recognizing what the task was, Danielle decided to get at least half of it out of the way. "Just give me a moment." She told MJ before they could continue practicing. Focusing on a lone doll across the room, the Dhampir moved a single finger through the air in a short, quick motion - a spark of red resulted from her magic use as the doll's neck was sliced clean across. It didn't tip over with the sheer precision and speed of the cut, remaining perfectly balanced atop the doll. It was close enough to the teacher that she would notice, Danielle figured, which gave her ample opportunity to return to her self assigned task - to get her desk partner through the last spell. Just as she had done so, multiple yellow bubbles had entered her field of vision - it seemed that the Flinders had done it all on her own, and had been distracted by such a thing while Danielle jumped the hoop that was having to pretend she wasn't too good for the class. "Oh, what do we have to do next? I think I missed it..." MJ muttered for the Bourke to hear, immediately chastising herself for not paying attention to the Professor despite the success she had shown. She had the various golden bubbles pop out of existence, and then noticed a head that had been sliced clean off a doll being floated towards them - it seemed that Danielle had been using a Wingardium Leviosa spell on the doll so MJ wouldn't have to go tackle the task on her own. "Let's use this, alright? See what you can do with it. You have to use the Diffindo spell." The Bourke instructed. MJ nodded, taking more than just a few attempts at uttering the incantation and casting the spell upon the floating head. Various nicks and cuts started to appear in its wooden face, though nothing too deep. "Focus." It didn't take much more; four tries after that, the nose of the mannequin was sliced clean off, dropping and falling upon the desk they shared. It brought a small smile to Danielle's lips - the more precise the cut, the more difficult it got in her experience. The girl showed promise. "Was that good enough...?" The Flinders didn't share the same sentiment - that was too small a cut. Would that even count in the Professor's eyes? "Yes. Now repair it and pack up, I think you're done." Despite the uncertainty, the blonde girl got back to work. Just like before, it had taken more than a few tries to get the job done; however, to her credit, she had been quite thorough and had taken it upon herself to repair every little cut she had inflicted upon the target prior to getting the spell right. As the task was accomplished, the doll was floated back to where it belonged. Perched carefully upon where it was first severed, Danielle repeated the motion she had done earlier, albeit in the opposite way; the neck became glued in one piece once again, as if the little experiment had never happened. As the duo prepared to leave class, Danielle hesitated - heartbroken or not, she still cared for her werewolf friend. However, she did realize he didn't seem too delighted with her presence. Pessimism clouding her judgement, she wound up exiting the class after MJ once permitted by the teacher.
  2. Andrea's comment had a presumably unintended side effect when it came to the young Flinders - it struck directly at her lack of self esteem. Maybe she would advance? That didn't sit well with her at all. She needed to make her family proud and reassure them they had nothing to worry about when it came to her, even if deep down she knew it to be the furthest thing from the truth. She looked down at her right hand with a hint of sadness in her gaze as she mulled over her most recent failure, believing it to have been great enough that even the teacher doubted her ability. Danielle, however, had taken the comment and the consequent anxiety inflicted upon the younger girl as an opportunity to get her mind off the mind-numbing easy class - that, and Travis' existence in general. Tuning out the Professor completely, she grabbed MJ's shoulder with a hand and squeezed it, getting her attention. The blonde snapped out of it and looked at her in confusion. "Forget about the class." Danielle spoke. She didn't like the fact that it was advancing without ensuring all students dominated the basics, believing such to be why people ultimately failed to begin with. "I'll guide you through it, okay? Just try one bubble at a time, maybe once you got the focus down you can do multiple at once." "...Is that okay, really...?" MJ muttered with uncertainty, her ears picking up on a question the Professor had just thrown out. But, instead, she decided to submit to her desk partner - if she managed to do just one bubble, perhaps she would be seen as better in the eyes of the Professor herself. "...Alright, I suppose it doesn't hurt to try..." Using far less magic than before, MJ focused on creating one singular bubble. After muttering the incantation in such a low tone that she hoped it wouldn't disturb the class, the Flinders created a decent-sized bubble - and to her surprise, it was yellow. 'I can do this... Okay...' "Good. A few more next time..."
  3. A familiar scent caught Danielle's attention and she instinctively looked in the direction it was emanating from, her gaze catching Travis almost immediately. Looking at him still brought a dull ache to her heart with what she had unwittingly uncovered less than a couple weeks before, but worry overcame heartbreak as she paid attention to his condition properly - he appeared somewhat pale and unfocused, and to what she could gather from her own heightened senses and deeper understanding than others pertaining his condition, she could also tell he was more in touch with his affliction than normal. Was it close to a full moon? She had stopped paying attention to the lunar calendar out of temporary spite, which her senses were now telling her had been a grave mistake. "Are you alright?" An ear twitched with the sudden auditory information, and she turned her head to face the blonde that usually sat next to her. Apparently she had zoned out completely, causing the girl to worry; the Bourke nodded and forced a smile, even if she wasn't entirely convinced of it being true herself. "Yes. Thank you. Let's get started, shall we?" She responded right before the Professor spoke up. It seemed like they would be producing bubbles during the class - something so easy that Danielle doubted it would take her mind off of the recent concern at all. On the opposite end of the spectrum, MJ looked quite interested in the subject as her eyes carefully inspected the various colorful bubbles spread around the classroom. She wasn't the most flamboyant of people herself, but it didn't hurt to expand one's horizons every once in a while. "It's the bubble producing charm." MJ replied to the teacher after raising her hand - the distinct lack of fellow students present made it easier for her to speak up. "Bullarum Immortalem is the incantation." One of the bubbles had fallen upon Danielle's hand and hadn't burst. While the spell was most definitely easy to perform in practice from what she could observe, she couldn't help but be mildly entertained by the fact the bubbles retained its form on contact - perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad after all. Eventually, the bubbles disappeared when the Professor willed them so. It was the student's turn - although, given the nature of the spell, focusing on one color alone would likely prove to be a bit of a challenge. Having been assigned the color red, much like her House (and unfortunately, much like blood - a reminder of her origins that she didn't need), the Bourke got to work. She decided not to laze around immediately in the first spell of the class, conjuring a stream of crimson bubbles in mid air without much difficulty. The Flinders beside her watched her with interest before deciding it was her own turn. "Ah, let's see... Bullarum Immortalem." MJ waved her hand in the appropriate motion. She had passed with flying colors when it came to the concept of the spell, creating several bubbles in front of her that were seemingly indestructible; however a problem was immediately imminent, as her bubbles came out in shades of blue and pink instead of yellow. "Hm..."
  4. Danielle's head tilted mildly to the side with sudden onset curiosity as Travis implied he didn't at all believe people enjoyed his company, a thought which puzzled her. Perhaps it was a small view into the boy's mind, and potential self esteem issues; nevertheless, given the factual evidence observation had provided her, it was something that was extremely hard to believe, for as much as she could empathize. The fellow Bourke had always been quite social, especially amongst the ladies, from what she could gather. He had at least a handful of friends, not counting herself. If they didn't enjoy being around him, why would they bother to such an extent? Or was it an insecurity borne of his status? Nevertheless, she didn't inquire further, figuring it would be too rude to do so. She straightened her posture and let her gaze drift towards the starting movie in a bit of an awkward moment, though she figured it was for the best. The conversation continued, despite the flick never stopping. There was some sort of musical piece ongoing, although she could hardly pay any attention to the lyrics proper as both Bourkes kept on bantering back and forth - it was mostly Travis speaking of the two, but she wasn't going to make him feel as if he were chatting up a brick wall. "Don't worry about it, I understand." For as attached as she had grown to the man, Danielle was a creature who knew loss, often by more drastic means; she had grown accustomed to most people in her life being temporary, and the deaths of those she held close being inevitable, preparing herself ahead of time. Having some sort of intermittent connection to Travis over time was not something that bothered Danielle in the least. "Although, considering your career of choice... Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two. A perk of being homeschooled is that you can always go far beyond what the national curriculum wants you to learn, if you can manage." With the hand she had been dealt, she learned to master a few of the skills she was aware were needed for the job in what was, almost literally, a trial by fire. Although she had traveled all over the world, she was quite glad she hadn't learned them in *Egypt*, of all places - she didn't think she'd survive the heat for more than a few days.
  5. Danielle's gaze followed the fellow teenager as he stood out of sheer curiosity, momentarily breaking the focus on the animated movie they were set to watch. It seemed that Travis had gone to retrieve some sort of cloth, which was then promptly placed on her lap. She looked at the deep red blanket resting upon her legs, reflexively reaching to it with her free hand to feel the texture of the fabric. Her eyes widened in amazement at its softness, and gave the boy a questioning look. It didn't seem like she had to verbalize her question out loud before he answered it. Her brows minimally furrowed at said reply, due to the implication it presented - he had bought that sheet on purpose for her to use? Her eyes were once again trained on the cloth with his words. She was starting to feel quite bad about the meetings in general: how could it be that Travis was so thoughtful to every little detail, in every single one of their encounters? Was this normal for people outside of her world of blood feuds, war and carnage? She felt silly at letting her heart beat a little faster at each of such displays, an inner sense of frustration building up within her as a result - both at her own inability to simply be on the receiving end of such a thing without it getting to her, and the inner feeling of distrust she couldn't shake at anybody whom came across as selfless, out of having been stabbed in the back so many times. "...Thank you. Again..." She ultimately settled on saying. There was no need to voice these concerns. At that point in time she had become very much aware of how ignorant she was to societal norms, and how different what she considered normal was from what fellow Australian teenagers did. She knew that, whatever the reason for her frustration, it was ultimately making her uncomfortable in a simple meeting that she should be thoroughly enjoying, and she was determined not to let that pesky feeling get in the way. As per usual, her stubbornness worked. Eventually a small yet pleasant smile fit her lips at the compliment. "Likewise." She spoke with a nod. She couldn't say she understood why Travis enjoyed spending time with her, but was most certainly glad that was the case. The only thing she could think of was that, perhaps, he found her speech amusing due to the jarring lack of knowledge she often presented to every day things; although, that idea made her feel somewhat mocked. Hopefully that wouldn't be the reasoning behind it. "I see why you'd think that, but beggars can't be choosers, or so they say." The British girl joked, alluding to both the fact that it was a gift, and to her refusal to ingest any blood that was fresh. At that point she had developed a bit of an addiction to blood-flavored lollipops and was fairly sure she was spreading the sweet tooth onto her younger sister. Provided that she watched her sugar intake, however, it was a nice momentary placebo for her taste buds.
  6. Travis' deliberate, mild change in posture didn't go unnoticed - those sun rays made her mildly uncomfortable at best, but people with their sort of condition had the perk of being always keenly aware of their surroundings, and the senses to go with that, making them quite knowledgeable of the changes to everything around him. As such, he would've known about the discomfort of her skin cooking away with the light with his nose alone. Even so, there had been no prompts for him to do so, no need to it either, and he had done so regardless. The consistent thoughtfulness was what had drawn her to Travis to begin with, and kicked up an odd feeling of butterflies every time. Half of her wished for it to stop, while another relished in the sensation. The idea of watching a romantic story alongside the boy, however, exacerbated the feeling. She knew the event was strictly platonic and was perfectly fine with the fact, but watching a romantic story with a creature that could be likened to Travis felt a bit too on the nose for her liking, even if entirely unintentional. "Disney...? That name isn't strange..." Danielle commented to herself. She had never watched an animated movie before, but through her long hours researching Muggle culture that name had come up well more than once. But, at that moment, it didn't matter - chatting about other movies would take away from the current one, which was the whole reason why she was there to begin with. Perhaps they could watch another 'Disney' film afterwards? "I like the sound of that." She replied with a small smile, although it was a mystery if it was one of amusement or sarcasm. Not much banter followed, as she didn't want to miss a thing in the little flick they were about to watch; instead, she took the opportunity to reach for the bottle cap covering the mouth-watering beverage she had been given to consume. As her fingers gripped the tiny object, she wondered if the stench of blood would bother someone with senses as heightened as those of a werewolf. For a brief moment she felt compelled to ask directly, but that was thwarted by the fact the boy was obligatorily carnivorous as a result of his condition. The smells of blood and meat often came hand in hand and were synonymous with one another. With that thought in mind, the Dhampir pried the cap out without much difficulty, not needing external aid to do so and not shattering the bottle in the process. Taking the sparkling drink to her lips, she took a sip and let the flavor sink in for several seconds prior to commenting. "This is... really good..." She said, gaze momentarily falling on the logo inscribed upon the bottle. She knew her sister would love it for sure.
  7. A nod followed the older Bourke's statement in a show of both agreement and support. It was a statement that she, too, realized applied to herself, despite her stubbornness - she had been the first to utter it to begin with. Danielle was a being born into war, spending her entire life trying to escape it, running and hopping from continent to continent so to seek safety. At that point, in Australia, her legs still had the muscle memory of running, demanding her to seek new shelter, screaming at her that the pair wasn't safe. It was a hard habit to kick, and one she'd likely need help with which to do so. But one thing was certain: her legs were starting to crumble under the weight of the burden placed upon her shoulders. With her parents gone, she couldn't make her sacrifice be in vain and waste her own, as well as her sister's, lives. She needed to settle down and build a solid foundation for both of them. Perhaps the boy sitting next to her could provide some insight on how to latch onto that mindset and relieve herself from the trauma of bloodshed and death. Fortunately, the mood of the conversation soon lightened up as they finally managed to focus on the main event of that meeting proper: the movie(s) they were going to watch and discuss. She watched as Travis produced a remote, and started the movie - at least it cast her gaze away from the young man and allowed her to focus on something else, making her heart calm down considerably. Beauty and the Beast? The title itself sounded somewhat superficial and cliché, but she had learned the hard way not to take such things too literally (as per their very first conversation regarding film in general). In fact, she was quite captivated by the fact it was an animated movie. She knew that pictures could be drawn to be very close to each other and flipped over to look like a moving picture, but the fact Muggles seemed to be able to do such a thing so seamlessly intrigued her. She wished she knew about the technology behind it. Perhaps it was something she should research during the break. Having yet not seen this 'Beast' proper, Danielle could only assume Travis' mother meant that he had some sort of wolfish appearance, akin to a Werewolf; but perhaps he had some sort of kind personality? Instead of asking for elaboration on that matter, she decided to make matters a bit lighter. "Travy? That's your nickname?" She joked with a small smile on her lips, out of sheer amusement. "That's adorable. I can imagine your cheek being pinched with that."
  8. A beginner's class on Wandless Magic (or anything practical, for that matter) was something Danielle had no use for, but was forced to endure. To go under the radar, she needed to be mostly average; being written up as a home schooled teenager, at that point it would be entirely conceivable that she never received much of an education in its Wandless counterpart at all. Nothing could be further from the truth, but she had to keep up with the charade, and thus didn't need any teachers reminding her of which class she should take. Seeing the teacher in the room, the Dhampir stepped in, moving deep into the last row before sitting down. She was used to having a Flinders sit next to her, so she had the presence of mind to leave her own bag there to reserve the girl a seat - from what she knew, she was a beginner as well, and thus would be attending that specific class in all likelihood. Letting out a long exhalation, Danielle noticed something: given that the class had been separated into three, it meant that there would be far less people attending to begin with, proof in the fact she hardly spotted anyone at that moment. That meant less anxiety, and less panicking. A feeling of relief washed over her. Perhaps she could actually have fun in that class, even if she couldn't do everything she knew how to - but then again, that would have her pass the Advanced class on the spot.
  9. Travis' words rung true in Danielle's core - there were plenty of things the Dhampir had been trying very hard to distance herself from as much as possible for the past several months. It was all a mixture of emotional trauma, need for pacifism, and the need to shield her little sister from any more horrors that were out to get them for as long as possible, much like their parents had; they gave their lives for it, and she wasn't going to make their sacrifices be in vain, fully willing to put her life on the line as well. But a thing that she had come to slowly realize over time was that a problem was still a problem if it was merely ignored. To work it out, she needed to confront it. To discuss it, face it head on, and defeat it. Perhaps doing it alongside someone who understood her problems could give her the much needed motivation to do so. "...That's alright. I don't mind waiting." She nodded reassuringly. Whether it took him days or years to speak to this person, it didn't matter. He had given her a chance the very day she walked into that school. The least she could do to repay the kindness was to give him some breathing room. "There are things I don't want to think about, yes, but... At the same time, I feel like, at one point or another, I should. One can only run so far before their legs give out." Although, deep down, she hoped the Dhampir siblings wouldn't have to run at all anymore. "Though, since we have to wait on that, why not watch the movies in the meantime?" She suggested, their conversation eating into the valuable little time they had to peruse the collection of films together. She didn't want Travis to leave in the coming days, but perhaps it would be for the best - it would give Danielle a chance of actually trying to stand in Tallygarunga on her own two feet.
  10. Danielle shook her head as Travis apologized for not having revealed such an important secret about himself anytime sooner, dismissing it on the spot. She, of all people, fully understood the implications of having a non-human label attached to their name, moreso if that label was known for its sadistic, destructive tendencies. Dhampir had it bad as it was. Being creatures of instinct, like she had mentioned a few moments before, made them highly susceptible to lashing out or act upon their more primal need for blood; the constant badgering of discrimination often set people of her kin on edge, and gave them the spark to light the match that was their temper. She couldn't even imagine what a werewolf had to go through in the eyes of the populace, as they had an actual visible transformation to boot; and to top it all off, that same form was only dangerous to humanoids. Making that little fact about oneself a secret was perfectly understandable. It was a matter of life and death for many, even, depending on where they were located. Or, in her case, the fact that they were such a thing branded them for death no matter what soil they stepped on. "...Thank you." It seemed that the matter wasn't going to be pressed, much to the younger Bourke's relief. She would be lying if she stated she never thought how it would have tasted like; at least, how he would. It was a thought that ran in the back of her mind constantly, and she saw it as a very good reason to keep herself from engaging in that opportunity to begin with. Travis was her first and post important link in all of Tallygarunga, and one away from the war she had endured as a child. He was a connection she truly cherished, and if it weren't for her little sister's existence, she would have considered him the most important person in her short life. It felt very odd for Danielle to think of him in such away, rationally. They had known each other for half a year at best. All he had done was be nice to her. But perhaps she was so attention-starved to begin with that she found herself latch on to the first being that gave her any positive attention; and there she was, sitting in Travis' bedroom, preparing herself to watch a few movies while trying to keep her heart from beating too fast with the physical proximity. "I don't mean to overstep, but..." For a moment, she hesitated. Just because they had common ground, it didn't mean the matter was any of the Dhampir's business; at the same time, out of care for the boy, every fiber of her being screamed at her to speak up. "...I don't know the true extent of which we can relate in this, but, if you need to talk about anything, I'm here. Okay? I... I have some experience with various issues outside of school grounds or common knowledge, so... Maybe we can share the insight at times." Perhaps his own view of things could help her deal with the trauma as well. A mutually healing relationship, now that had been something she had never considered.
  11. Danielle's attention was captured by the feeling of a light touch in her hand. She looked at it for a few moments before looking back up at Travis. Despite not responding verbally, as was usual with her, she nodded, giving him the benefit of the doubt. There was no reason for her to think he wouldn't pull through - he had always been nothing less than thoughtful when it came to her, and she could say he had gone out of his way at points just to appease to her. That time was no different, and she was appreciative of that generosity. The least she could do was to engage him and trust his judgement, even if it left her hairs standing on end at first. Teaching and engineering sounded like viable options. Those names usually didn't make too much of a splash outside their professions and workplaces themselves; they would make do for her ultimate goal of flying under the radar and evading enemy pursuit. However, she didn't know what she would teach, nor did she know much about Muggle technology yet; maybe she should take a year or two off after her Tallygarunga education was complete to broaden her horizons. She definitely had the funds to sustain herself during that time, and she'd be able to keep an eye on her sister as well. When Travis revealed his status as a Werewolf, there wasn't a sliver of surprise in Danielle's face - she already knew, she had known for months. At a short range, a Dhampir's senses could rival a Werewolf's. There had been so many indicators that the boy belonged in that specific group that Danielle had figured it out within a week. Perhaps it was part of what had drawn her to him so much. Both were seen as monsters by society, yet she found comfort in his presence. "That... Makes it worse, in a way, actually..." The Dhampir muttered, looking away. "Different types of blood have different effects. The blood of halfbreed species and werewolves, in particular... They can have very strong effects. Not necessarily negative, but..." It was an embarrassing thing to bring up. She took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "...Well, Dhampirs are creatures of instinct, and werewolf blood makes us extraordinarily vulnerable to physical urges and instincts... For better, or worse." They could grow particularly violent with a substantial kick to their physical power; on the other hand, as she recognized was her case, their inhibitions could fly out the window and she'd act on things she didn't want to. Whichever was the course of action her body would decide to take, it wasn't something she wanted regardless. "...I appreciate it, I really do, but... It's just better if I don't do it."
  12. The idea of a 'Sketchfest' brought a small chuckle out of Danielle, to which she proceeded to nod lightly in agreement. That would be something to look forward to - although, she wasn't sure when. Wasn't Travis leaving very soon? Was it possible for them to meet up for that at the end of the break? Or would she have to wait for a random weekend during the second term altogether? She rationalized that it didn't matter either way, but a part of her was hoping for it to happen as soon as possible nonetheless as she truly cherished every second she spent with the fellow Bourke. An Arcade seemed like the logical course of action for a newbie like herself, but she still felt somewhat averse to the idea of not only going into a Muggle area, but going to one that was 'pretty crowded' to begin with, like the werewolf stated. She didn't verbalize her reservations, although the minor contorting of her face revealed she wasn't too keen on the idea. The last thing she needed in a day during which she was supposed to have a fun was to have a panic attack in public. Maybe there were some hours where these 'Arcades' would be less populated? Maybe that was something to look out for, she thought. She shook her head at the idea of being a Magizoologist. She didn't know the first thing about creatures; and as far as her blood intake went, she merely had an agreement with a local butcher to supply her with the liquid, for both herself and her sister, packed in neat little used water bottles. Truth be told, she wasn't a big fan of the source. It hardly appeased her urges at all, but it served to keep her in check. Travis' offer, however, would most definitely satisfy those urges. "W-What?" She seemed quite taken aback with the idea. "...I don't think so..." She was quick to refuse; although, she did have the presence of mind to justify it. Danielle didn't want the boy to think she was disgusted at him or anything of the sort, after all. "I mean... I don't trust myself with that kind of thing. It's probably for the best that you don't do that..."
  13. Danielle shook her head at the initial question. She had never been the type to find one subject and stick with it - she liked expanding her horizons, trying everything she could, and learn all she could, exploring every nook and cranny that there was to be discovered. The same principle applied to art. There was no set theme anywhere displayed in the book - past the set style that she was trying to get minimally good at with, the little book read like a long stream of consciousness when it came to image variety. Whatever caught her eye, or imagination, would ultimately meet paper within her limited skill set. "That's okay..." While she would've liked to spend more time with him, certainly, when it came to work she preferred to do it solo. Her pacing changed constantly and she was aware that most people were annoyed at how quickly she changed gears in pretty much anything - at least, her late father was. Dancing didn't sound too appealing to her. "I think I need to figure out how to play these 'video games' first, rather than what I want to play, I think." It was apparent that she needed some Muggle apparatuses to produce the entertainment, but she didn't know much about it at all. She could tell plenty used the Muggle television, however, which at that point she was well acquainted with. It was a matter of figuring out how to operate it in such a manner. "As for jobs, the former. I'm not sure what I should look at to begin with, past wanting something that flies under the radar for the most part." She sat down as she spoke, not too close to the werewolf for the sake of her still beating heart.
  14. Danielle couldn't help but smile a little to herself at the mention of Travis' mother. Given her own untimely entry into Down Under, she had to cross that specific department to get her registration and documents settled prior to entry in Tallygarunga - it was likely that the boy's mother was one of the people she had to deal with in the first place. They were a surprisingly competent bunch, she thought, as she was good to go within the Ministry proper in just a few hours and was promptly shipped to Tallygarunga. If that was the case, it was an interesting coincidence. As for the company name, she could only nod. It was something catchy enough that she could commit to memory without writing down and look up later on her own at a later point. Last case scenario, she could just take the little bottle she was holding with her. Transfiguring it into something lighter would make it easier to carry and not catch the attention of fellow students too much, she figured. "You think of everything, don't you? I've thanked you already, but truth be told, I'm not even sure how to properly thank you to begin with. It feels like empty words in comparison." It wasn't the first time that the boy's thoughtfulness made the Dhampir's heart skip a beat, nor would it be the last. The little high of enjoyment was such in those moments that she'd forget the fact that Travis would, in all likelihood, be able to listen to her heart rate in that proximity. Instead of caring, in that specific instance, she decided to sit down where she was supposed to, clutching the bottle still; with her other hand, she held out the sketchbook for him to peruse. The gap in skill was painfully obvious in its pages, as she was just an amateur with a little under half a year of practice. However, it was visible that she trained incessantly, and that her hand was well trained and precise enough to pursue the hobby in long term. While she wasn't the most talented individual when it came to any sort of art, her skill ceiling would be fairly high in that one. "Plans? Well... Not exactly, but there are a few things I'd like to get done sooner or later." She had heard through the grapevine that Travis was going to leave for the duration of the break. It was a bit disheartening, but on the other hand she'd have plenty of time to spend with her little sister. "First off, I need to go to the library more. The first term content for History of Magic this year completely blindsided me... It took a lot of effort to catch up." She hadn't bothered practicing her more hands-on subjects at all, not needing to, but that meant she needed to double down on theoretical subjects. Even for a logical-minded person like her, it was quite the grind to shove five years of knowledge into her brain on a variety of subjects and hope she'd catch up soon enough to actually pass the upcoming exams. "Then... There are these things I hear people call 'video games'. I prefer to work with my hands, so the concept interests me... I don't know much about it, but it doesn't hurt to ask around. Lastly, I want to see if I can find something to focus on for a future career. I don't really know what I want to do once I'm out of here..." Or what she could do without drawing attention to herself.
  15. Danielle's nose mildly twitched as the very, very faint scent of artificial blood invaded her nostrils; she couldn't tell what it belonged to. Had Travis gotten one of those lollipops she had been often seen abusing? The very idea strengthened the small smile across the Dhampir's lips. In no time, the door opened and revealed the older Bourke, just as she had expected. "Hello. I hope it's not a problem." She peeked into the familiar room before being allowed in, stepping inside and letting Travis close the door. She watched him as he walked through the room and retrieved a bottle. It was where the scent was coming from. The girl looked at it with curiosity obvious in her expression, as if she had just gotten her hands on a shiny new toy during Christmas season. She nodded to his statement about the movie they'd be watching in an absent-minded manner while the inspector in her decided to observe the bottle after taking it from his hands. "Thank you... Where did you get this from?" She couldn't help but question. If the taste held up, she could acquire some of those for her sister...
Danielle Princess Haynes
Sixth Year
16 year old Halfbreed Dhampir She/Her
Age:  16
Date of Birth: January 31st, 2003
Birthplace: London, UK
Year Level: Sixth Year
Blood Status: Halfbreed
Species: Dhampir
Player:  Kirupachi
Pronouns: She/Her
Patronus: Cat
Wand: Elm Wood, 9 1/2'', Dragon Bone Core
Play-by: Angel Locsin
  • 1st - 5th Year: None
  • 6th Year - Current: Tallygarunga, Bourke House
  • Multiple branches of her sect were being chased down for their past. The remnants of her family are saving the sisters by cutting contact with her completely, so nobody knows they belong to them, despite the species relation;
  • Nobody knows where she's from or where she's been fully, but she does mention she was born in England because of her unmistakable accent if asked;
  • Excellent Occlumens;
  • Has seen a lot of death, but hasn't killed before;
  • Never purchased a wand, and her own was her mother's, passed down to her after the latter's death. Sensing the same strength of heart of its former master, the wand took a liking to her very quickly;
  • Has a second wand that she does not use, and it belonged to her late father: a poplar wand, 12 3/4'' in length, with kelpie bone for a core. It's the only thing she has from him at this point, and she carries it with her just in case;
  • No formal education prior to Tallygarunga whatsoever;
  • Big fan of Quidditch and flying in general, but afraid of putting her name out there;
  • Both sisters were left with a sizable amount of money in newly established bank accounts, so they won't be hurting for cash for a long time;
  • Has no idea what to do with her life;
  • Unregistered Animagus: Bat;
  • Hasn't sucked on a drop of human/halfbreed blood in her life, but is oh so very curious about it (she keeps herself in check with animal blood);
  • Took the deaths of her own parents rather well, having mentally prepared herself to do so from a young age;
  • Avoids public events in the very minimal off chance that one of her pursuers might be in Australia;
  • Is scared of having to eventually run away again, if they're tracked down;
  • The testing she endured to enter Tallygarunga displayed she was well above the requirements to graduate, but it was decided for her to remain in the sixth year as means of offering protection to the sisters, as well as of controlling what a war-tested witch could do in an otherwise 'peaceful' location. Instead, she was told to 'rein it in'. As such, her grades are average at best on purpose;
  • Is horrified of how the violent death of two separate sets of parents will end up shaping her adopted sister;
  • Often cries herself to sleep over fear of not being strong enough to watch over her sister at that age;
  • Restless sleeper, waking up over the smallest of things;
  • Has severe nightmares about her past and her sister very often;
  • Prone to panic attacks when in an actual crowd.
General Knowledge
  • Fluent in multiple languages: English, Spanish, French, Tagalog and Mandarin;
  • Fairly unremarkable student across the board;
  • Orphan;
  • Refuses to make a QuillBook profile;
  • Semi-addicted to blood-flavored lollipops;
  • Spends a lot of time in the library so to catch up with theory classes;
  • Registered Dhampir;
  • Afraid of crowded places and uncomfortable with large open areas;
  • Has a sister she's protective over, and they both look like they've been through a lot;
  • Experiences discrimination on a daily basis, and just seems plain used to it;
  • Very good with her hands in general;
  • Distaste for anything that can be used to harm someone else;
  • Has a talent for magical items and inventions.

Danielle is a deceptively kindhearted and pacifistic Dhampir that mostly keeps to herself out of fear for her sister's life. She seems to have some tolerance to discrimination as she never seems to talk back to people in that regard, sometimes tastefully challenging them instead on their vision.

She is a very stubborn and headstrong individual, convinced that her life gave her the tools to survive most things - at least, regarding herself, as what doesn't kill her makes her stronger. She does have an Achilles heel in the form of her younger adopted sister even if she tries not to let it show.

She doesn't like complaining, nor likes hearing people complaining. This is more out of positivism than submission - she believes that if she turns the other cheek enough, other people will learn to stop what they're doing. Unfortunately, such wasn't the case with her sect. One could say it's the one flair of innocence she has left.

She is nice to people as she doesn't need more wizards against her, and her wording is usually somewhat indirect out of not wanting to be rude. Nevertheless, she does wish to have some sort of connection to someone - a connection ignorant of war, blood, and death. A connection she can cherish without grim memories enshrouding it.

She is by no means an introvert, but is often found indoors tinkering with items or doing mostly solitary activities. This is more out of habit than anything else, as she had very little access to things throughout her short lifetime despite her socialization needs, and would like to branch out somewhat.


Danielle is a bit on the short side, barely scratching the 163 cm mark, and is quite light and slim to go with it. The traditional Dhampir's pale skin is slightly counteracted by her Asian/Hispanic heritage, which serves as a very mild camouflage regarding her own species - although, it's no use, as it's a commonly known fact at this point.

Her hair is wavy and dark brown, often kept at chest level. She occasionally dyes it in a lighter tone, or wears it in a ponytail so it won't get in the way of her tinkering. She has brown eyes and thin lips, and doesn't seem to appreciate makeup to much - mostly because she never learned how to apply it to begin with.

It seems that the only thing she ever wears is her school uniform, even during weekends, despite being able to go out and purchase more clothing if she wished - it's more of a habit than anything, as she's used to live with very little, only used to alter her appearance when necessary (such as dyeing her hair).


Danielle Haynes (born Ramirez) drew her first breath in London, UK. She was born in a magical shelter to a halfblood Spanish mother, Taya, and a British Dhampir father of Asian descent, William. It was war time - at least, for that particular sect of Dhampir. They were being wiped out due to a blood feud that didn't have much to do with them personally; as the families cannibalized themselves, all there was left to do to the innocent few was to run.

The Ramirez family traveled alongside the Owen couple - Reid and Lily. Despite not being related by anything other than creed and species, they became as close as family in their continuous escape. Both couples, with child in tow, traveled the world - sometimes they'd go to Spain where Taya's family resided, other times they'd go to USA, sometimes they'd go back to UK, other times they traveled through Asia, so on and so forth. Danielle doesn't remember staying in the same place for over six months at a time.

When she was six, the Owen family had a little child of their own, also a Dhampir. Also someone whom needed protection, and needed to learn how to fight the hard way. As travelling with two children became more and more difficult, things began to slow down. This eventually resulted in Lily's untimely death shortly after the child had been born.

The parenting trio eventually decided not to place either child in any formal education system. They didn't want their children's faces to be found out, and them to be chased as well. Instead they all opted to teach them during their travels to the best of their ability - that, coupled with the battles they were forced into on occasion, made sure both witches were capable beyond their years very early on, more than they had any right to be.

After a few years of running, both Taya and Reid followed in Lily's footsteps. It was up to William to adopt the now orphaned child and he loved her as his own, just like he always had before. The sisters became each other's constant as each adult around them sacrificed themselves and dropped like flies, until the point that not even William was left standing.

By a stroke of luck, they were temporarily sheltered by the Chinese side of their sect. Their faces hadn't yet been seen by the enemy, their existences mostly unknown - and now that they had no guardian, perhaps it was time to do what their parents never had the courage to. The sect decided to cast them out completely, relocating them to a far away location under new surnames, and hoped they wouldn't be found.

It's been hard adapting to a mundane lifestyle. Danielle considers herself well adjusted mentally, all things considered - but she can't shake the feeling the enemy is just around the corner. However, for now, she has to carry her sister through a full education. Somehow. She never had such a thing of her own, so she has no idea what the hell she's doing...

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