What I can do, the way that I speak, predates many things. When I started Hogwarts, I thought I was just like many other students except for the obvious fact that I had a family member that was teaching at the school, but others had ties to the school as well. We didn’t talk about family. It was something that went unspoken. I don’t think I realised the true implications until, a short time ago. When you find yourself in need of divulging things that have happened a long time ago. When people don’t understand you, and you don’t realise why. I have many different backgrounds; all have been broken and all by the same person.

I am part woodland elf on my mother’s side, I believe, therefore my uncle is as well. This is the most ancient side of me. The woodland elves have magic that pushes the boundaries of modern magic. From what I could make out in my lessons it felt as though the woodland elves were part of an ancient culture, perhaps the Hallstatt or Tère Celtic tribes. At some point they split. The elves however kept with the naturalistic magic. It is this magic that I have more of inside of me than other people. In their culture they developed a different language that you only speak if you hear it at birth and a more natural culture. Witches and wizards with even some of a woodland elf heritage make excellent potion makers, herbologists and healers.

I have never been great at translating but I know that the way in which elves speak is a very long and drawn out process. We have a very complicated way of addressing each other. People have often commented on how they find it strange that I call my father by his name or that I bow and nod to my uncle when addressing him but I find this perfectly normal. The sound of language, if I can attempt to explain it is very much like a Serbian language it has a lot of “ch” and “sh” and “pr” sounds. If I wanted to ask “How are you?” the translation would be more “so the trees are green, do you follow suit?” or “the sky clouds with darkening rain, do you feel the drops upon you?”. Some of my half-blood and muggle-born friends have likened it to old English, to a writer named William Shakespeare. I think understanding this gives you a greater understanding of the way in which elvish people think.

Women tend to have stronger powers than men but I don’t think this is true for everyone. I think it is the reason I am a transfigurist not an animagus. We have a King and a Queen. These are generally from the same family and elected by the trees themselves. The King’s domain is Midsummer, he represents war, destruction and struggles. At the Midsummer Feast he takes away the energy of the trees. The Queen’s domain is the opposite she represents fertility, life and love. She represents the summer and before the harvest is done, she gives the energy back to the trees. This creates a boost in the winter months. Raising the sap of the tree and bringing it back to life. It also includes maintaining peace with wizarding people in this realm. We also have no different first names and no surnames. My elvish name is Eléa and I am Queen of the woodland realm.