Name: Sythe Du La Tombes
Age: Twenty Four
Blood Status: Pure Blood
(Former)House: I'm afraid I didn't go to Hogwarts, growing up in a small village in the french alps,I ended up going to Beauxbatons
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Oh, bonjour - agréable de vous rencontrer, je suis Sythe Du La Tombes et je m'applique à cette école- er.. Sorry about that, sometimes I forget i’m not at home, haha- it only really happens when i’m excited really, I am Sythe Du La Tombes, born and raised near the French Alps, yes- I am a bit far from home, but I don’t mind. I guess I should start by saying this, I am a pureblood, my mother had been Aurora BlueFeather, a witch who had went too this lovely school- Hogwarts, she had been rather good at creating potions from a young age,and excelled rather quickly in her classes, becoming rather popular, another thing about her is that she loved quidditch,although she never really did play it, I suppose she had been afraid of heights. My father had been from France, his name had been Augustin Du La Tombes, his family a rather rich one in France, known to most for his wisdom beyond his years, he had also been a rather famous quidditch player in France, i’m afraid his focuses went else where, my mother promises he could have went pro. They had met one year, and hit it off- however due to the distance became simple pen pals, love letters had always been sent, and eventually my mother moved to France to be with him. He would later become an Auror and my mother, she stayed a stay at home wife.
They had my brother first, a cold cruel man- that’s what most say about their older siblings but i’m afraid mine went more to..the sociopathic levels of cruelty, his name had been Alderic, and even too this day his name instills fear into me, I have to admit. After my brother had been born,my parents decided to marry- and that’s when they had me, my brother had only been three years older then myself- but he had been sent to Hogwarts, on my mother wishes- little did I know, she simply wanted to keep him away from the family, it had been winter...when a most unfortunate event had occured- I had been practicing my skills- even if it had been winter break, my father almost demanded perfection in both of us- Alderic and I, and in all honesty looking back now..it made more sense then I could ever see.
It was late, and I had been on my way home, when I had been attacked- by a white wolf type creature, at the time I hadn’t known any protection spells, and the following attack is what led to deep scars along my back, I hadn’t known that the wolf..had been a werewolf, I should have died there. My brother, had been in the area though, and merely an hour later- he had found me, and brought me to my parents, my father had been quiet hysterical..I was his only daughter.. my mother however, knowing her potions and what not had quickly gone to work on me, and without her knowledge..I’m afraid I wouldn’t be here today. Yes..I know... most school’s would never allow a werewolf in it..none the less let it be a teacher..but please...before you make your judgment, see that my honesty is a way of me showing that I am trying.
My mother, took me under her wing when I had recovered, showing me how to make wolfsbane- and I might add..it tastes horrible- and I once had that unfortunate mistake of devouring a skunk when I had been in my wolf form, i'd rather take the skunk any day over my medicine, but I take it, for the sake of my humanity- for the sake of the safety of others.But I'm getting off topic, when i had turned fifteen, my brother had ran away, I had never known why, but not long after he left, my mother had announced that I myself would be an older sister, scared that i would hurt my younger sibling, i begged my mother that she would send me away to Hogwarts.. however she wanted me to stay close to home, and I stayed at Beauxbatons, my younger sister Emma had been born when I had been at school, and she had a natural learning ability when it came to potions and herbs, it made my mother proud, knowing that she had a daughter just like herself, when I came back however my father had changed slightly, he seemed more off- now that I am older..I guess that the proper word for his actions had been that of a paranoid being, and that had also been the year that he- himself started teaching me, defense against the dark arts- not that i hadn't been learning it at school... he told me just to consider his teachings the advanced teachings.
To be quiet honest, at first... I wasn't that good, but I am a quick learner, even too this day, and I caught on quiet well. When I turned eighteen I graduated from Beauxbatons, on the day of my birthday of all days, Emma had only been three at the time, and I had more control over my werewolf form then I thought I never could have, honestly it's really hard to control the animalistic tendacies I have, I'd take my steak on the rare side, even harder to control it when it's on that side..this part..is a bit grim I have to say..but I will remain honest, and tell you that the day I left Beauxbatons, It had been a full moon, and I remember this so vividly..it's like it ...just happened yesterday.
You never quiet forget the face of a werewolf..especially the one who left you for dead, on the nights of the fullmoon, I stayed in the higher parts of the mountain..hunting rams and any unfortunate beings that fall in my path...but something led me home that night, and when I had gotten there..the scent of blood had been thick in the air.. naturally i went to the source, my father.. had been bleeding near death, underneath a beautiful silver werewolf...the same werewolf that had attacked myself, perhaps weres do rely on pack instinct, because i attacked that wolf, tackled him and broke through the window, I don't remember much of the fight, but the wolf hadn't gotten away in my rage, i had broken it's legs, and nearly killed it, if it hadn't been for my mother, she declared to me..."I can't have my daughter killing my son." Hahaha, how incredulous...but the next morning it had been true- it had been Alderic..he had killed my father.
My father...a kind man who thought muggles and and mudbloods had been equals.. a kind man who took in his two, beast of children. I don't know what was wrong with Alderic, but had had been..happy at the damage he caused.. he had.. been gloating to me, how he always wanted too end our father's life, how he always wanted me to be a werewolf with him, I didn't quiet understand at the time, and even though now...he's in Azkaban, and ever since that day.. I promised to protect those from people like him, those who threw away their humanity oh so long ago.
I spent the rest of my time, traveling- learning hat I can to keep back the beast within, learning what I can too save those who are too weak to fend for themselves, to protect them from people like my wicked older brother, to protect people like my mother and younger sister, which is why I wish to teach here.
Position: Head of House for RavenClaw/ THE DARK ARTS | AUROR 
