The journalist bit the inner lining of her lip as Olivia expressed frustration at the situation. Diana had mulled through those same questions herself, and many more; some with answers, some without. She hoped her half-Veela friend would be able to live with the fact she couldn't reply to everything, at least for the time being. Perhaps May would be more forthcoming with the truth herself should Olivia face her? Hopefully. Diana didn't want to pull on dubious strings to make more facts surface, even if it was for her friend's sake. Though, if it came down to it, she would. "...I don't know why she returned. You'd have to ask her that." The blonde shook her head as she admitted ignorance. Sensing its owner's uncertainty with the topic in general, Brownie was quick to jump to Diana's lap to provide comfort. The woman ran her free hand through the fur covering its feline little head as she gathered her thoughts so to further dive into the matter verbally. "As for why she went there... I think I have a clue. This is the part where you should sit down." She waited for the fellow Bourke to do so before continuing. Taking a deep breath, she spoke up. "Like I said, in that same registry, there was a very high number of people of her kind. I looked further into the matter and found many were linked to criminal activities... The Bowens included." She couldn't stop right then and there. It would only make Olivia reach for conclusions that would needlessly make the matter more of a chore to get through. "Well no, that's not right... The accurate thing to say is that there's strong suggestions that they're the primary source of it. At least from her father. He's linked to police investigations pertaining organized crime activity, and there's suspicion that he led an operation down in Perth that housed so many Dhampirs under its wing." There were more types of crimes under the rap sheets of his underlings than she cared to name or memorize. "I say 'led' because, well... I found her parents' obituaries, buried under dozens of others from their organization. They both dated shortly before she left to begin with, if memory serves."
The irritation was practically palpable in Olivia's tone, leading Diana to let out an exasperated sigh. The blonde felt like it was an unfair situation - not only was she being pressured to look into information she had been very uncomfortable looking into that whole time, but she was also being strong-armed into releasing it. Even if the matter wasn't about herself, Diana couldn't help but feel like she was being used by her friend; though, a side of her kept saying that she just had to be patient with Olivia, and talk. And hope for the best. "...Okay, fine." Closing her eyes momentarily, she pinched the bridge of her nose with her free hand to gather her thoughts. Olivia's walking back and forth was starting to get on her nerves, but she decided to get the show on the road. 'Just rip it off like a band-aid, Diana.' "First things first... As you know, the first thing I did was look into the Dhampir registry to look for her. She's been vague in the past and said she was registered in Victoria, from what I remember." Perhaps she told Olivia something different. Diana didn't know, but proceeded. "That's a lie. She's registered nowhere in the area. I've looked around in different states and finally found her." Taking the paper resting in her hand, she unwrapped it until it was a simple sheet with bending marks everywhere. Her eyes skimmed over the information on the paper briefly before she spoke up again. "She's registered in Western Australia. Perth, to be exact. Moreover, I found that that specific city has an abnormal amount of Dhampirs registered, including her family. With the various snippets of information I found, it was easy to conclude that's where she's been the whole time." It was an interesting thought that a woman who was born so far away ended up enrolling in Tallygarunga of all places. She couldn't help wondering why.
To people complaining about the cold temperatures: there's always a bright side! Really, think about it. It's the perfect excuse to cuddle. With your friends, family, significant other, and even pets! Brownie's jumped to my lap early this evening just for that and it's the cutest thing I've ever witnessed. ❤️
Much like Olivia, Diana had barely heard anything from May ever since - though, that was mostly because the journalist was up to her eyeballs with work and could rarely respond to any text or call to begin with. While on the one hand it felt like poetic justice that the Dhampir was so isolated as a result, on the other hand Diana couldn't help but feel bad about it, or at least the part of herself that could entirely relate to the situation did. Though, despite not hearing much from the woman in person, she had been looking and digging into her past at Olivia's request. She felt quite uncomfortable doing so as it was a blatant invasion of privacy, but it wasn't like she was pulling strings of any sort to actually get her information - it was all publicly available data. It was just that Diana knew exactly what to look for and how to parse that information to make for productive research. The blonde sat on the arm of her couch, leaning backwards so to rest a little. Olivia's pacing was making her nervous. Sensing this, Brownie sprung to action by walking over to the half-Veela, trying to lure her to stopping and picking it up for some petting. In the meantime, Diana's fingers dug into her pants' right pocket, producing a small folded piece of paper. She didn't unfold it for Olivia to see, but she kept it firmly within the grasp of a closed fist. "One step at a time, okay?" She spoke up. It was quite bad that Olivia was already so worked up without Diana saying a word. "Sit down, take a deep breath. Do you want something to drink?" Maybe that would help the situation. "I'll tell you everything I found, but... Seeing you like this is worrisome."
"Are you sure?" Was Olivia just putting up a strong face so not to worry Diana? Or was she doing that for the sake of surviving the situation? Either way, the journalist didn't warm up much to that response at all out of concern. She believed that Olivia needed to let it out - not the sheer need for property destruction, of course, but the sadness and pain of heartbreak and betrayal. Sticking around would only compound on that feeling, she could imagine. Seeing every place May had stood in, every item she used, having her scent linger around, and even seeing things that one had given the other. It felt like a truly powder keg type of situation, especially given the nature of Olivia's magic. "...In any case... Don't worry about it. Do you want me to order something for you?" Something quick and easy for mindless consumption, although she had the feeling her half-Veela friend wouldn't be too hungry at that point. In fact, she thought it would be miraculous if she could get Olivia to ingest anything at that point in time, and at least until the next day. A thought occurred to her. Perhaps she should poke at her contacts, and see if they could find the Dhampir; but, if things were as they looked, how would one find someone who didn't want to be found?
It seemed that Diana's initial assumption had been wrong. Rage notwithstanding, Olivia seemed more confused than anything else. There had been no argument; from how her friend was speaking, Diana was led to believe everything had been fine up to that point. In fact, it would have made no sense for the couple to invite her over if there had been any kind of trouble in paradise. May had abandoned them and left everything behind. 'Perhaps not everything.' Reaching for her smartphone in the bag she was carrying, the girl called up May. After a few seconds she could hear the ringing in the speaker of her phone; it came accompanied by the dull sound of a ringtone somewhere else in the house. It seemed she left behind any means of reaching her too. Sighing in defeat, the blonde ended the call and placed her own mobile device back where it belonged. She sat on the armrest of the newly repaired couch, too busy with her thoughts to bother asking for permission. Her eyes landed on her friend in a sad yet inquisitive manner as she reviewed the matter in her head. "...This makes no sense..." She muttered. As far as she knew (which wasn't very much at all, admittedly), May wasn't the type to get up and leave; in fact, she was the type to stick to a situation through thick and thin, as evidenced through various bonds she had witnessed the girl forge over the years. To make herself unreachable was absolutely unthinkable. What could push the Dhampir to such an extreme? It was something she felt like she could relate to, in a twisted way. She had to flee Mildura with her brother and leave everything behind. She ripped him away from everything he knew and loved for the sake of giving him a future, and erased their past completely. With her background, it was hard not to minimally sympathized with the idea May didn't do this to cause any harm; but, nevertheless, Olivia was one of her closest friends. As such, Diana would always take her side. "Do you want to crash somewhere else tonight? I don't think it will do you any good staying in here right now." She needed to breathe, first and foremost. She didn't think the Fairgood household would be a good place for her to stay. Perhaps Diana could scrounge up some money for a hotel...?
Brownie keeps clawing at my new shirt. I can't tell if he loves it or hates it.
Anybody's got an hour or two of sleep they can spare? I feel like I'm about to die...
Diana's gaze locked with Olivia's as the half-Veela watched her. The student's very core was inching her towards a fight or flight situation - an angry Veela wasn't something to be taken lightly. However, Diana refused to leave her friend alone, and she refused to raise her wand at her, no matter the peril. She merely concentrated on putting out the fire, which proved to be a success as her own neck was spared and the flames soon met their end. Diana didn't immediately reply to Olivia's short statement, opting to mull over the information. 'May left'. By witnessing the widespread destruction, one would think the Dhampir dodged a bullet by leaving the house; but Diana knew Olivia better than that. It always took a nigh insurmountable amount of frustration for her to flip out in such away; the same could be said for May, whom was one of the calmer people she knew and always willing to talk things out, even if getting something more personal out of her was like pulling teeth. Whatever had been the argument that caused it, or situation, it had to come from a clash of principles that was practically unheard of in that relationship. First things first. She opened the broken windows (as well as the ones that weren't, and with a flick of her wand, the smoke was moved outside to disperse into the street, leaving the air in that room far more breathable. Diana finally had some room to stop coughing, although she felt mildly dizzy from the effort. Leaving the windows open, she holstered her wand so to let the air circulate. "...May left." She eventually repeated her friend's words, taking a step closer to her, albeit being cautious about it. "Can you elaborate on that? What happened?"
Diana Sharpe earned a Medal Frequent Flyer Level One
The clouds of smoke thickened the closer she got to the living room of the small apartment. Before Diana walked into it, she turned and closed the front door with a wand so not to alert the building's inhabitants - from the sheer destruction and charred items laying around, she could tell it was no accident, and explaining it to the authorities would prove to be quite the feat. Step by step, she walked into the room, only to meet a couch set alight and a very, very angry Olivia. Coughs escaped the throat of the journalist as she got closer to the source. What could have enraged Olivia so much? May wasn't around, did they have some sort of fight? She knew that Olivia was able to hold her temper, and was having a hard time picturing what sort of subject could incense her in such a way. Opting to spring to action, the blonde aimed her wand at the couch, and water proceeded to spill forth in a steady jet. Ignoring her friend's presence for the moment, Diana focused on subduing the fire, wanting to eliminate of the source of the suffocating smoke prior to engaging her in any way, lest she collapse before being able to.
It had been a very long day, but it was finally drawing to a close. Diana wanted nothing more than to go back to the Fairgood household, crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but the fact of the matter was that she had promised Olivia and May that she would visit that night for dinner. With the sudden workload spike she imposed on herself with writing to various freelance publications, the witch had been wholly unable of meeting up with her friends much at all in the past few months. It was finally time to correct that, she thought, as she jogged up the stairs of the apartment building that housed the couple. As the blonde got to the door she raised her hand to knock, but halted her movement as an odd scent attacked her nose - that of something burning. Reflexively she pulled her head away and looked around. The intensity of the smell diminished, and there wasn't any smoke around her that she could see. Re-approaching the door right up until the tip of her nose was pressed to it, there was no mistaking it: it came from that specific apartment. Heart speeding up with concern for her friends, Diana didn't think twice. She retrieved her wand from her bag, not caring if there were Muggles around to watch her (which, fortunately, there weren't), and charmed the lock of the door open. As soon as the spell hit, she was already barging in, wand firmly held in front of herself as she carefully traversed the home. "Liv? May? Anybody home?" She called out while covering her airways with her forearm, eyes squinting through the smoke and trying to look for a source so to put out the fire - she could already listen to the flames licking whatever objects they were consuming, and had a water spell up her sleeve to deal with them.
"Information?" That was Diana's wheelhouse, but she didn't seem overly excited at the idea in any way, shape or form. In fact, she looked apprehensive. Crossing her arms loosely under her chest, she glanced at her friend while taking a moment to think. Her nose wrinkled as the uneasiness became more pronounced, so she opted to just let her concerns be know. "...I don't know, Liv. I thought about it, but... She specifically said that, the less I know, the better. I don't think she's the type to say that lightly." It was a simple request that clued Diana in on the nature of May's dealings for the past four years - shady in nature, and the kind that puts people in danger. If that was correct, then it would explain why she left without a trace, but it was only conjecture at that point. "Plus... It just feels like a huge invasion of privacy. This isn't some big story I'd be chasing, it's someone's life." Still, she wanted to help Olivia. They had been friends for a decade and a half at that point. She couldn't just abandon her while she tried to grasp at anything that might give her an idea of the reason why her ex would have done such an egregious thing. "...Tell you what. When you go meet her, try to get something, anything, out of her. Okay? If you're not satisfied by the time you're done, I'll see what I can do."
Diana let out a defeated sigh as Olivia offered for her to come along. She shook her head. "No, I... I trust you. Just, please, take care of yourself too, okay? This is a bit never wracking to watch, to be honest..." Why did May have to go to her of all people? Why couldn't she have gone to Olivia directly? Diana wasn't stupid. She could tell that woman could've found Olivia if she had put her mind to it, as well as all the resources she likely had backing her up at that point. Why didn't she? "I'm... Not even sure how to answer that..." Diana's eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at the hardwood floor. "Well... Physically, she looked good. Different, but good, so I'd say she looks healthy." She knew little of Dhampir anatomy, but she could tell the girl was well fed. She didn't look as bright as she remembered her looking through their college years, but she didn't look like an arm was about to fall off either. "As for everything else... I don't know. You know how she is, it's like pulling teeth to get any bit of information out of her." Some things never changed, though she couldn't help but think Olivia would have a much easier time in that department, should she bother to try. "Same old May, but, there was something... Off? I don't know. Can't really pinpoint it, it's just a hunch I have. Though I can say she looked like she had gone through one hundred years instead of just four."
'Taking it into consideration', as Olivia had put it, was plain not good enough; not in Diana's point of view. It felt like she was handling a situation about to explode on her face when she least expected. But truth be told, a feeling that was crushing more than the sheer fear of something going horribly wrong was that she was keeping information from her dear information, and in turn, she was in all likelihood hurting her. She knew Olivia to be a very sweet and kind person; she could only hope that side of hers prevailed in their upcoming encounter. "...Alright." Diana wound up sighing in defeat. Digging into one of her pants' pockets, she produced a small piece of paper. Within it was May's new address, clearly written with the Dhampir's handwriting - ironically, in Narragyambie. She held her hand out for Olivia to take it, jutting out the precious information between two fingers. "Don't do anything stupid. Okay?" She reiterated, despite having made Olivia promise that very same thing earlier, unwilling to let go of the piece of paper until she obtained the confirmation. "I didn't tell her anything about you. Where you live, or where you work, or anything else. She's going at this totally blind and you have the advantage here. Let me know how it goes..."
The younger of the two raised an eyebrow in skepticism of Olivia's claim of being 'calm'. Diana knew better. Veela were a particularly irascible race - once infuriated, it was quite an accomplishment to bring them to rationality. Even if her friend was only half-Veela, she seemed to have inherited a good portion of that defining behavior of the species. 'It's like defusing a bomb in long distance. You know it won't explode in your face but you're still trying to keep people from dying.' "I know that. But the point is to not have anyone in danger, Liv. Even if you hate May, I don't want you doing any of the horrible things that are probably going through your mind now. Okay? You don't need blood in your hands over this, or anything for that matter." In a way, she could sympathize with the Dhampir - she herself had left people behind for the sake of a new life. She didn't know if the reasoning was the same with May or not, but ultimately, she could clearly see that she still cared for all those people she left behind very much - something Diana could viscerally relate to. She loved her parents with every fiber of her being, and wished she could visit them; it just wasn't a possibility anymore. "I don't really know how to feel about her return, honestly. And I'm not telling you this because she wants to meet up with you, I'm telling you because you deserve to know." Ultimately she had to take Olivia's side, for as divided Diana felt. "But... From the little that I managed to claw out of her yesterday, this is not so black and white. Keep that in mind, okay?"
- 1st to 5th Year: Tallygarunga, Bourke House
- 11th to 12th Grade (Muggle System): Mildura High School
- 6th to 7th Year: Tallygarunga, Bourke House
- Journalism Major: Victoria Magical University
- Likes romantic comedies a bit too much;
- Horrible stage fright, as well as strongly fearful of heights;
- Hopelessly in love with her best friend's romantic partner, and due to having these affections for several years now she's never been with anyone physically;
- Has developed a bit of an unconscious wariness of Muggles in general despite actually liking their culture and technology a lot;
- Satisfactory drawing skills;
- Ever since she started living alone, she bought a pawn shop acoustic guitar. She's semi-decent with it, playing and singing to entertain both herself and her half-kneazle, whom seems to be enchanted by the sound every time;
- Writes short stories for Muggle & wizarding children under the pseudonyms 'Kenton Vidakovic' and 'Debra Marasini' respectively. There's no rhyme or reason to the names in question past just wanting them to sound very 'not Diana Sharpe';
- Employed a very dubious method to obtain legal guardianship of her brother in the form of altering a lot of people's memories and manipulating people's actions by putting thoughts in their head;
- Low self esteem in general, and more talented than she gives herself credit for;
- Has taken up to drinking alcoholic beverages by herself every now and then recently;
- A pessimist at heart, but tries to look the exact opposite.
- Can't seem to shake off the 'D-Sharp' nickname;
- Very strong moral code;
- Flies under the radar very easily and prefers it that way (unless she's working);
- Has a male tabby half-kneazle named Brownie whom she adores;
- Silly sense of humor in the best of ways;
- Uncanny ability to budget;
- Blushes too easily;
- A bit of a klutz;
- Not interested in dating/relationships/flings;
- Quite the green thumb and hobbyist potioneer;
- Good with children;
- Doesn't like talking about Mildura or her past life there;
- Intensely curious about pretty much everything;
- Interested in muggle photography, and it's not uncommon to spot her taking candid pictures of various things and people;
- Very few friends, but extremely close to all of them;
- Easy to talk to and people tend to go to her when they need a listening ear.
There are two distinct sides to this girl - her work mode, and everything else.
At work she shows initiative, curiosity, boldness and creativity, wanting to be a step ahead of the curve. She's motivated both by the need of funds to finance her brother's education/life as well as her strong sense of justice, looking to give people the truth from the most unbiased point of view she can muster. Most of her articles nowadays are small time, unfortunately, due to her being a rookie in the press and having yet to win the full respect of her peers (and editor/boss). Despite this, nobody can deny her work ethic.
Outside of work, she takes a complete 180º turn, almost like she turned off a switch. In truth she's very quiet and demure, opting to keep to herself whenever able - she prefers to stay at home with her half-Kneazle, Brownie, and prefers solo activities more than anything else. Very much an introvert, her geeky habits fed into her imagination, which in turn made her the excellent writer she is today.
She is kind to those she meets, even if she's not particularly fond of them or antagonizes them - she doesn't think conflict helps and tends to avoid it like the plague, trying to be understanding instead. She never raises her voice either, and nobody really remembers ever seeing Diana openly angry about anything.
She has a (very much appreciated) tendency of flying under the radar - people rarely notice she's there unless she happens to speak up, she doesn't have a very solid presence, and is very much a background person in most situations (save for when people close to her are involved). This helps in investigative journalism and observation as she's often left to her own devices without much suspicion.
She's extremely consistent in her work ethic and respective quality although she doesn't believe she's that good at anything. In fact, she has several self esteem issues stemming from having her legs proverbially cut off at various points in her life, such as when she was ripped away from Tallygarunga and when the person she's interested in went for Diana's best friend instead.
Despite having a very clear moral vision and sense of justice, she's not above stepping on that notion to get a much needed something accomplished - the best example of which is her deciding to alter various minds for the benefit of her brother's freedom, despite being very much against doing so and having to live with that for the rest of her days. Ultimately the ends justify the means and she acted in the interest of the greater good, or so she tells herself. She's just able to do anything for those she calls 'her own' at any cost, even if that cost is losing herself.
Her upbringing has made her a pessimist, although she does her best to put on a strong face and brighten other people's days if she can. She doesn't want to perpetuate the abuse her parents took out on her and wants others to feel the exact opposite of what she felt back then.
Diana is quite slender and petite, her frame not being built to take sports too seriously, but fortunately has quite the hard time putting on any weight to begin with. She stands at 164 cm and is quite happy about her height. She is often confused to be younger than she actually is (a Tallygarunga student still, for example) much to her chagrin.
She's of the firm belief that if it weren't for her wavy blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she would've gone so much under the radar people wouldn't even know her name. When she is indeed noticed, she's mostly seen with a pleasant smile on her lips.
She likes experimenting with her wardrobe, having it range from casual chic to rebellious to quite girly and changing in between those styles at the drop of a hat. It's also not uncommon for her to tie up her hair in a ponytail. As for work, she has to wear reading glasses at times.
Diana is the first born child of an accountant, Dwight Sharpe, and his wife whom was a local nurse, Carina. They were very young when they first had her and the family went through a number of financial troubles because of it, but Diana herself was never bothered by this too much - she was always able to entertain herself as a child with the most mundane of things and was rather quiet and modest, never really asking for anything. She never gave much trouble to them and they were appreciative of the fact.
Of course, this took a bit of a turn when the seemingly normal girl started to display strange powers as she grew up. Her parents were horrified of this and only wanted their daughter to be normal, but the idea of having her sent out to dormitories to receive a mostly free education weighed in heavily on the couple due to their financial difficulties. They ultimately opted to send her to Tallygarunga. Ironically they had their second child at roughly the same time, so this did little to actually improve their monetary problems.
Diana was enchanted by the wizarding world, no pun intended, on first sight. She knew that was the world she wanted to live in, what she wanted to explore and immerse herself in, what she wanted to die by. However, fate conspired against her - her parents both received promotions and bonuses, and steadily they saved up enough to rip Diana away from the 'blasphemous' education she was receiving just as she ended her fifth year in Tallygarunga. She was torn away from her life and her best friend and placed in a Muggle high school instead, much to her dismay. She was also forbidden to refer to magic in any way, practice it, or keep in touch with her fellow peers (which she did, regardless, since they couldn't do much about it to begin with).
Always having had an eye for prediction, she took it in stride and did her best in the Muggle school (a lot of knowledge which she was lacking, and had to 'cheat' her way through various tests, given that Tally never taught such needless things). While she was passing through the years she made an effort to fit in by writing for the school newspaper, and eventually for the local paper so to save some money to eventually leave. She didn't need that much at all, fortunately, since the stay in Tallygarunga was free and that was her first objective.
As she came of age, her brother started to display magical abilities of his own. She knew that their parents would not allow him to nurture that talent so it was finally time to take action. Instead of enrolling in college, like her parents wanted, she tampered with their memories to erase their children from existence. Added to that she also tampered her way into having her brother under her legal guardianship. With those issues out of the way, she took him all the way to Narragyambie overnight and enrolled him in Whitlam Bilby, while she herself returned to Tallygarunga to finish her education.
Her best friend had let her stay in his place after she graduated, so she could get her bearings - having a little money leftover, she managed to pay her own way through VMU while letting her brother live in Tallygarunga for the time being. It was in VMU that she met the one she believes to be the love of her life. For once, away from her parents, it felt like her life was finally starting to make sense.
Unfortunately the object of her affections began a relationship with Diana's own best friend instead. It seemed that life was throwing another curve ball at her - but at least she didn't actually hold any ill will towards them, unlike she did with her parents. Leaving them to do their own thing, Diana managed to move out and secure a small apartment in Melbourne for herself (and for her brother, of course, whom now finally had a residence that wasn't a dormitory if he so wished). She fully plans to throw herself at her job and ensure her sibling doesn't have to face half the problems she had to face on her own, and money solves a whole lot of troubles, now doesn't it?