[/i] Cyra grew up in her sister's shadow. She was always the smart one the beautiful one. Everyone wanted to be her friend which made her feel left out. Thought it was known as a child she hated playing with Dolls rather she would dig up her mother's plants in the garden looking for worms. When Cyra was around 5 she started at the local primary school where she learnt her love for drawing and creating. Around the same time, their mother found she had a lot of time on her hands and started up her flower shop. For both the muggles in the community and the secret greenhouse full of plants any herbologist would envie.

Her sister went to Hogwarts when Cyra started school. She was sorted into Ravenclaw for her pure class and sophistication. Cyra was a tough kid and nothing really got to her thought it would when she attended Hogwarts from the constant comparison to her sister. Her brother went to Hogwarts two years later and was sorted into Hufflepuff. He had always been the life and sole of the party and made friends easily. Though despite the pressure from his father he never got the sports bug and prefer to playing the guitar. As the house got quieter Cyra participated in more creative classes often at dance class.

[li]Hogwarts years (1991-present)[/li]Cyra was placed into Ravenclaw the same as her now graduated sister. She envied been compared to her. Cyra was her own person, not her sister.

[li]First year[/li]It was time Cyra got her letter to attend Hogwarts and she was excited. Her sister who was seven years older than her had just graduated so she rose her first ever year with her brother. She loved the whole experience. When it was her turn to be put into a house she hoped it would be anything but Ravenclaw. She knew if she was placed they're she would never hear the end of the comparison to her sister, which she really hated. But it wasn't for her wishes she was placed in Ravenclaw.

Her first year went on she thought despite the constant comparison. She had her brother to vent to if she ever felt too overwhelmed. She made friends fairly easily.

[li]Second year[/li]Things took a turn for the worse when she went into her second year. She was the only Hale left at the school, she was alone. This year she started getting bullied from older students about her looks and she became very self-conscious. Her family didn't really see this only her older brother. She kept herself more and didn't really make new friends after this year. The bullying got too much for her as she felt more and more isolated. Cyra didn't know what she liked to do in school she preferred to doodle and look at the stars. That was her thing astronomy. She would often sneak away at night and sit drawing the stars or how it made the castle and the grounds look. When she was feeling really low she would often cheer herself up by drawing something redirecting her energy.

[li]Third year[/li]The summer between her third and fourth year saw her sister move out of their family home and back to London. Cyra never paid much attention to what her sister was doing it was bad enough been told to stand straight like Scarlette. Couldn't you dress more like Scarlette, why are you not as lady like as Scarlette. It really grated at her. So Cyra was glad she didn't have to hear it any more. Her brother had moved out too he was following the music to his father's disapproval. He had been working in a bar at night and studying music in the day. It would just be one year until her brother opened his own new club in London. When Cyra went back to school she slipped back into her old self she felt like the bullies that had been plaguing her life thus far had left and she was feeling more confident again. She still prefers her quiet time but all her friends know where to find her if they ever wanted too.

[li]Fourth year[/li] the Fourth year was the year she would always remember as not been asked to the ball. She felt like Cinderella. Her mother wanted to go dress shopping and her sister made it worse putting her down when they did go looking for a dress. To the point of her not wanting to go. However, she got a dress and hoped someone would ask her and they never did. This upset her a lot especially that it seemed all her friend group was hooking up with each other making her like a third wheel. Reassuring her of her ugly duckling feeling. She got stuck into her schooling and didn't think about boys or anything like that.

[li]Fifth year[/li]Fifth year she went into school with overall good grades from her exams the year before. But a lot of the buzz about her was more for her brother who had opened his bar that summer and a lot of the older kids wanted to get in and go. Cyra had been allowed to work there over the summer. She had to beg her mother to let her go down for a month but she finally oked it. Cyra loved the hustle of London compared to the sleepy village she had grown up in. Plus no parents no rules. Her brother was so laid back it was a good summer. She had started getting more into astronomy and potions but she didn't know what she wanted to do when she leaves. Though there were a few years to figure that out.

[li]Sixth year[/li]The summer before her sixth year Cyra was allowed to help her brother out again at the bar. He had been preparing a festival for up and coming artist to play and share their music with the wizarding community. Cyra recognised one of the band lead singer but couldn't put her finger on it till one of the first days back at school when the boy walked past her in the halls. It was safe to say she had started crushing on him from the chats they had when he was at the bar. But she didn't think she would ever see him again. There always seemed to be a big group of girls ogling him. So she would never pique his interest, could she? Another year at Hogwarts and we will see if she can conquer the dating scene this year.
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