𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

「 the match from hell 」

You will never find someone kinder and more generous than an Antheian. As a reward for being the protector for all, they were granted eternal beauty and youth from those above. They are rumoured to be the product of Antheia, who was one of the Charites, or Graces, of Greek mythology and was the goddess of flowers and flowery wreaths. Hence the name, Antheian.

From my studies, I have noticed certain behavioural patterns that correspond with other groups. A mix of a nymph, siren, witch, werewolf and vampire to form the perfect protectors of nature.

The nymph comes into play with their powerful connection with nature, different types of Antheians work with each element better depending on where they're from.

The Siren is associated through the fact that everything about them is hypnotic, men and women fall at their feet. They're so elusive and intoxicating, it is easy for people to become obsessed with them or -in most cases- fall in love and the Antheian cannot help it.
Most of them can hold their breath for a long time under the water and they are calmed when it touches their skin. Plus, they look most appealing in water, more so than normal if that is even possible!

The Witch traits are as followed: all Antheians have magical blood and are invited to wizarding schools, however, they are not the best at magic unless one of their parents is a wizard. If they choose to attend a wizarding school, their best subjects tend to be Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures - or any equivalent to those subjects globally.

The Vampire aspects are far trickier and will be discussed later on, for one to become a true Antheian, they must drink the blood of one. If their heart and soul are not pure enough, they will be poisoned.

Finally, there are their Werewolf-like tendencies. Instead of the moon they are affected and controlled by the storm. It was a curse placed upon them many centuries ago by an infuriatingly jealous witch. They suffer immense pain as if their limbs are being ripped to shreds. Often blacking out to deal with such torture. No such cute has been found to help their conditions.

Remus immediately snapped the book shut and hid it under his pillow at the scuffling of footsteps outside their dorm. He quickly grabbed his journal and pretended to be writing so he wasn't suspicious. The other three marauders had trekked in, completely drenched from the rain. Unsure of what they were talking about, he had decided to go check on Eleanor with this newfound information. If this was all true, he was extremely worried about what she may be going through right now.

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By the time she had woken up, the storm had completely vanished but the day was still murky. Lily was staying with Delilah, to make sure she was okay, Mary was with Marlene, unfortunately, the girl had caught a severe case of the flu while visiting the hospital wing leaving her bed-bound so the girls formed a rota to stay with her, and Alice was with Frank. So, when she was all tucked up in her bed instead of being a crumpled mess on the floor. When she saw the mop of sandy blonde hair, she understood as she lightly shook him awake. Remus had fallen asleep, resting his back on her bed, on the floor and had been there all night to make sure she was okay.

"Huh? Oh, good morning. How are you feeling?" He asked, rubbing his eyes before proceeding to crack his back. She grimaced at the noise before a small smile returned to her lips.

"I could ask you the same. Sleeping like that is not good for your posture." Eleanor told him, causing him to laugh lightly. Her face was sunken and the circles under her eyes were dark, the night had been a long one and she was feeling terribly exhausted.