Birth. After another nine months of pregnancy and surprisingly a short labor period, Scilla Zabini was face with another child - a girl not totally a disappointment but still it would have been better if she had produced another male heir just in case something happened to their son, Caser. Birthed during a heated evening during the ending of fall during the being of the witches month of October; which some would one day say was the reason for her natural bewitching beauty of the night. For some time though her no one including her parents knew what exactly to call her, until several days after her birth. Her brother who had taken an instant interest in the small raven haired bundle who he had somehow managed to end up with several times since her birth. Cesare, being such a smart three year old, was one day found playing with the little Calypso and mentioned how the she seemed to have similar looks like nymph statue that set in the one of the many gardens of the families estate. Pointing the Greek statue of Kalupso, the beauty nymph and goddess of the Sea. There and henceforth, they called her, Calypso Serafina. On and after her birth she was considered the perfect child - even with her brother being the male heir their family needed - she seemed to both the qualities of her sadistic father and compassionate lady-like qualities of her mother. Her father seemed the most craziest about his youngest child, for her delicate little hands, her dark mysterious eyes, and soft cries seemed to warm his cold heart. Apollinare found himself tremendously proud with having such a beautiful daughter, and often made sure her elder brother Cesare was looking after his younger sibling. While her family would have loved her no matter what they truly loved her because she was so different. Calypso was the different kind of pureblood beauty, she didn’t possess just the normal ethically mixed looks, her looks where more breathtaking and striking even more so for someone of a young age, and her temperament seemed already preset to queenly which made her even more majestic and royal. Even despite the fact that Scilla could not produce anymore children after Calypso - or she just never tried again - she grew to love her youngest child. Apollinare, of course, remained un-disappointed as he had a male child to pass on his genes and female heir that many would bargain for once it came time for her to married off. And, as Calypso grew, she lost her ingenuous and uncomplicated qualities and grew into something a swan-like creature that was due to be trained by her mother just how a proper and civilized pureblood lady of the wizarding world should act and be.

Childhood. Born into a life wealth, privilege, and sophistication - the sort of Roman fable that danced on the edge of the daydream world of young girls during their afternoon tea parties - Calypso lived a wonderful life in an expansive villa on the country side of Verona (Italy) with house elves, and many servants to do her every bidding. Though even as extremely spoiled as this would have caused her to be she only truly found comfort in playing with her brother and the boyish games that she would play whether it was in the dirt and grim or playing in the dark and dank wine cellars in the basements, though her mother was quickly to straighten her out. Like many pureblood girls before Calypso was old enough her life was filled with ballet and music lessons, etiquette classes, vocal and language direction. All of this was due that to fact that her parents not only sought to make improve their daughters chance as finding a suitable husband but because they saw the potential to create the perfect model of a pureblood lady. And why should they not? She possessed all the components necessary to manufacture a perfect representation of a true Italia high-society woman to other societies. Her dark ravenesque hair, her tanned skin, her pretty hazel brown eyes, her slight build - physically, she looked like a magical Babette doll, and her parents knew that to waste such a perfect canvas would be mortal sin, if there ways. Out of their two children, Calypso was unquestionably her parent’s favorite, and they made it clear that they would stop at nothing to make sure that their beautiful little creature would become the best she could be.

Besides her mother training her to the utmost level of pureblood lady perfection several other things would change the course of young Calypso’s life. Calypso parents political views would views profoundly. The Zabini believed in the ideas of pureblood supremacy even before it was popular in the courts of purebloods. The adult Zabinis believed muggles to be filth, and Muggleborns or blood traitors to be also filth, although maybe some blood traitors could be a somewhat less offensive to the nose and eyes but still they weren’t to most polite company to keep. Her parents even found it amusing and hysterical how muggles came to their home and unquestionably asked for work in their wine orchids. Or course, her parents, though intensely sickened by shear thought of being around the shallow souls of muggle filth, they quite enjoyed their control over those beneath them. What would be viewed at scarcely scary to some was viewed as orgasmically amusing - even to dear Calypso. Scilla, her mother, particularly took much enjoyment in playing mind games with muggles that came to villa. Magic was thrown around their fields and home causing endless amounts of confusion and bewilderment amongst the muggles. Her father, Apollinare, acts were much more darker and galling, as he would often curse them with one of the three unforgivable curses. Heads would roll on the Zabini family villa both in scariness and in pleasure. The Italian Ministry would often visit the family home to protest their distaste for the actions of the Zabini family members but would leave with smiles on their faces which would be contributed to the large amounts of gold and such that the family donated to the Ministry. Their small donation seemingly upkeep a number of the departments of the Italian Ministry. While Calypso views in her future wouldn’t be so cruel as her parents she still learned from an early age that muggles less then herself.

The relationships between the Zabini family children and that of other children was an interesting on indeed. Though their weren’t affluent rich pureblood families within distance of the family vineyards their were still some wizarding family though the Zabinis’ wouldn’t dare taint their children presence with anything less themselves. Even when the mother of a full-blooded family called della Porta’s came to their home to suggest a ‘play date’ with her brood of child her parents flat out refused to allow, saying that their horrid lifestyle and family would never taint their children’s holiness. Even with having her older brother to play with all the time who more into roughhousing then playing the game Calypso want Calypso wouldn’t know a true friend until she meet, Narcissa Black. Separated by only a few months the girls of seven and six at the time of their first meeting on a play date. They were both soft and prim and sensitive and Calypso would sit with Narcissa whilst she watched the other children play. Calypso soon become more of a overprotective sister, constantly doting on Narcissa (and of course picking on her as well) and Narcissa did the same in reflection. Narcissa and Calypso quickly grow a bond even closer than their parents possibly intended.

Hogwarts. It was no surprise when Cally came into her magic but what was a surprise was when a letter come from Hogwarts and one from Beauxbatons Academy as while as one from the Greek and Italian wizarding school of Triviatum - a recently built school that was built after the concern that Italian and Greek magical populations had gotten too large to share a school with France. While her mother thought Beauxbatons would be the school for Calypso as the school had been known for producing the most elegantly witches who had suitors of their picking, her father thought Triviatum would be the best school as it would keep his little principessa close to home and it would allow her to get close several of the young men her had his eye on for her. In the end Cally ended up making the decision when she asked her parents to go to Hogwarts along with her best friend Cissy and along side her brother had started school their just two years prior. Of course her parents couldn’t say no though they were reserved about Hogwarts notably mixed atmosphere but that was over powered by the school open separation of purebloods from the rest of the filth. Soon after writing the school back it was time for her make that famous trip that most Hogwart students take before going off to Hogwarts to Diagon Alley and afterwards her father presented her with her magical familiar, a half-Kneazle Blue Persian cat which she promptly named Napoleone. Days later she boarded the train to Hogwarts, beaming from ear to ear as she walked toe in toe with Narcissa - ecstatic that she was finally leaving the dwellings of the Zabini estate.

Upon arriving at the school, Calypso had already had a reputation that proceeded her as a mysterious beautiful mademoiselle but yet feared figure. Being not only a foreign figure to the schools ground she was also the close friend of the sister of the infamous Bellatrix Black and her friends which wasn’t much of a help to her reputation but still the connections that it give her where more then most of her fellow students had even before their seventh year at Hogwarts, let alone their first. As was expected, after the boat ride to Hogwarts and the length wait for the Sorting Hat to be place on top of her and the momentary chat to took with, it bellowed out ‘Slytherin’ into the sky and Calypso scurried to join her brother and friends at the green and silver clad table. Her first experiences of the school were quite magical - excusing the pun. Studious, she took to magic as if she had never been afraid the things she could be capable of with or without a wand. The things she learned in her first year at Hogwarts amazed her enough that she began to change her narcissistic persona though not fully but still she had an almost parasitic need for knowledge both magical and psychological. Of course she had been around magic her whole life, but seeing it performed by others was totally different then performing it herself. Totally two different concepts of vivacity. By her second year, Cally and Cissy had formed their own little troupe of friends in their year and house, whom, for the most she liked well enough to hang around but found that other than Cissa most girls their age where rather mentally exasperating and repugnant at times though the girls did teach her arts of manipulation. She was more of the Elphaba to Narcissa’s Glinda. It was then she begin to lessen her time with most of the girls and took up time with her Potions teacher, Horace Slughorn.

Taken under the wing of Slughorn as many students had before her, Calypso began to realize her own skills at potions and herbology though the level of her skills wouldn’t realized until she got older but it showed enough for Slughorn to invited her into his personal protégé group called the Slug Club. Soon days of her third and fourth years were filled with classes, homework, potion experiments, rushed meals in the great hall and nightly conversations with Narcissa until they fell asleep from exhaustion - only to start the whole process again hours later. She abided the rules and even reigned in her brother who had spent his time becoming the Slytherin House Casanova and made sure he keep right for the most part. She didn’t want him or herself to give the family a bad name. Opposite of her, Cesar, being the protective brother that he was watched over her throughout the day, if only to see make sure that his father precious daughter was keeping out of trouble and to make sure the older boys didn’t try to take advantage of her. Which he manage to miraculously do until his gradation.

By the time Calypso entered her fifth year at Hogwarts, thing had completely changed for her. Her brother had graduated, to move onto bigger and better things if he so wished it and Narcissa and Calypso where alone expect for their younger cousins - one whom she disliked even before seeing is traitorous face. Left to their own devices which was a concept entirely new to the two but they like the serpent Queens before then took it with as much grace as they could. Calypso and her friends soon where deciding who they kept company with, where they went, what riles they should abide by and who was in and who was out. As she started to get older and wiser, Calypso began to let unbraid her finely but tightly braided French plait and let her hair follow more when time wasn’t deemed study time. While her time had mostly been spent with her nose in a book trailing by the side of Narcissa she now started going to parties, her length of her uniform changed, spontaneous visits to the ink closets with random males, making lesser girls’ lives hell for the sake of it, lording over what she could - she had now realized the one gift her family member had always boosted about her, her beauty was exactly what they had said it was; force to be reckon with. The once studious, sweet, and simple beauty of a little girl became an entrancing and powerful tool to manipulate others, and her maturity made her all the more desirable and bewitching to the opposite sex. While her shenanigans may have been unladylike there was surely something classy and ladylike on her part and no one would think different as her grades were above exemplar and she had a Prefect badge, in short she was nothing short of perfect. As things got more serious, when exams were impinging, Calypso proved herself as the intelligent woman she chosen to make herself out as, though these was more because their was nothing better than beating a Hufflepuff in potions or a Ravenclaw in charms - the looks on their faces were truly priceless. However there was much trouble that she found herself in at times, though Calypso manage to shape up and fly right after receiving several howlers from her father which she always took in private but clear trails of tears could be seen stained on her face soon afterwards.

It was during the summer after her sixth year that she had been sending her summer at one of the numerous Black summer manors with Narcissa she was called home by her parents. After being called home Calypso sent the rest of the summer drinking tea and eating biscotti’s though these meals usually came with older overzealous women and more then often then not their fetching but boring sons. It wasn’t until after way through July that after her brother mentioned betrothals that she realized that was happing and quickly changed her attitude towards the people she was visited with. It wasn’t until she met Rodolfo di Valentino that she smiled again. He was wealthy, strong, princely, and from a old pureblood line. Her mother, Scilla, fawned over the poor boy, often dropping hints that Calypso and Rodolfo would make a fine couple during the several teas they had with his mother, Mariella, and sometimes his father, Vincenzo. Calypso started to grow steadily wary of her current situation, often writing her friends about her concerns as about the implication of an arranged marriage in her future. Her letters to her closest friend was often filled with her concerns about there never be any indescribable feelings of ‘love’ in an arrange marriage and that most of the time the men in those marriages only wanted women of beauty and of pureblood of a line because they wanted to produce a healthy and viable heir. Her concerns begin to change when Rodolfo began showing up to the villa without his family on toe and heel to see Cally - sometimes with only the simplest excuse to chat about correcting charms and non-verbal spells even though he himself had already been out of school for over five years. Calypso for the first time began to feel distraught for her feels towards him as she couldn’t explain the feels beginning to bloom. It was because of her blossoming feeling that she began to refuse the advancements of Rod or anything that would have lead to a betrothal or engagement. He disappeared from her life only to pop up towards the end of the summer when she received news from her parents that she was to marry and became Missus Rodolfo Alonzo Raffaello Piero Filiberto Gugliemo D'Antonguolla di Valentino. Though her parents had agreed for her, she didn’t formally agree until she asked Roddy just exactly why he had disappeared all those weeks ago when she refused him and he answered that he only left to because he had forgotten one thing when he had asked her to marry him and that was a ring - which he promptly went out to get search for one big enough show his affections for her. Calypso was somehow found herself flattered by his gift and said yes but truthfully she was even more flattered by endless chase of her.

After a first-rate bethrohal engagement ceremony, Calypso returned to Hogwarts for her sixth year with her more than sizable ring on her finger and gossip on her toes. Many wondered what early matrimony met according to societal decorum, notably, was she facing the social stigma that would come with underage motherhood or unwedded motherhood. Calypso didn’t rebuff rumor or said gossip though her friends did, she just went along with her days as the butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she and her friends read over the endless lover letter from Rodolfo and when she and Cissy began to pour over the details of the distant wedding. Calypso continued to study vigorously up until the winter of her seventh year when her wedding accord. The wedding was like most pureblood heiress weddings; it was made to be dreamlike for her parents little girl though Cally presented just a little more Victorian sophistication and class with her unpretentious Italian old world finishes, a flown-in Veela chorale and the large Italian castle in which it was held at. The flower girl; a distant cousin, Narcissa her maid-of-honor, the seven bridesmaids friends from school - who couldn’t stop themselves from swooning over at Rod’s intensity and handsomeness, and a over old but spirited ceremonial wizard. The wedding was fit for a King and Queen. Calypso and Rodolfo exchanged their vows and then they were pronounced husband and wife as stardust rained downed upon them. The wedding night, of course, was bliss but it was nothing that the both of them hadn’t expected. With a quick honeymoon on an island of Elba just off of Tuscany, Calypso soon returned to Hogwarts a married woman and like most that take that first boat ride towards Hogwarts, Calypso eventually graduated from the school along with a fairly good amount of “O’s” on her credentials though for now they needn’t be used as her future job would be needed at taking care and decorating of her new home - one that her husband had given her as a homecoming, wedding, and graduation gift.

Post Hogwarts. Graduated, most of her time now has dedicated to being married to Rodolfo and being the lady of Valentino Villa and all that that stood with it. Perhaps just a bit daunting for someone as young as Calypso, she took most of it in stride, being a wife for her was an something that she saw as magnificent, though, it was possible that just being Rodolfo Valentino’s wife was what she liked so much about her new life. Calypso’s life seemed wonderful from the outside but on the inside things began to change. Once attentive and fawning on the hands of Calypso, Rodolfo now was aloof and cold towards her, most of the time, which somehow made Calypso want to please him more, but when Calypso failed to produce a child by their two year of married Rodolfo finally showed emotions to his wife. Cruel, aggressive, and controlling even more so then Calypso was. The marriage had truly turned as sour as a magical green apple. When he wasn’t mentally abusing her and he was physically which meant that Cally was forcibly made to have sex with Rod when he demanded it as a child would only possibly sooth his rage. Calypso shuttered to utter at word for the fact that she feared others seeing her as weak or how others might talk the depths and lows that she had fallen to and just how she had let another treat her a Zabini nonetheless. Divorce was not something that Calypso wanted but yet she need a way out. The idea of divorce wasn’t truly an opinion in a pureblood world. Respectable pureblood women didn’t divorce their husbands; they stood by them and drank away the hurt. Running away was differently out of the question, she could be tracked both his and her family had enough money to have the Italian Ministry track her down through apparition tracking or in other ways. Getting out wouldn’t be simple but soon her fight response kicked over her flight reaction and she by accident used ground grimlocks root into Rodolfo’s morning coffee instead of cinnamon root. Rodolfo was found convulsing at his desk by an house elf who had been bring him his lunch and by dinner time Calypso was declared a widow and by the next morning she was unable to stop smiling through her tears, she was free. Though it had cost her the life of another she couldn’t help but be happy with her freedom and even more so once her father told her that the Ministry had declared Rodolfo’s death an accident as their main cooking house elf had been past her expiration date and the Ministry Detectives just assumed that because of her bad eye sight she accidentally used the deathly substance. Plus there was no proof that Calypso had done it though Mariella surely thought different. What made the situation even more fortunate was that now that her husband was died she was rightful inheritor of the Valentino fortune that had been rightfully her husbands’. Calypso for the first time could support herself even without her inheritance from her family and these made her more then ecstatic.

Calypso’s wasn’t to hesitant to marry again and spent most of her time shopping and drinking and visiting the many, many friends that she had lost touch with. It was while visiting an old school mate who had recently moved to France that she meet her future second husband, Théophile Chassériau. Always an admirer the arts Calypso had been perusing through one of the many art gallery’s of Paris when she meet Théophile, who unknowingly to her was an artist famously who was known for his moving paints and magical portraits. Bumping into Théophile wasn’t as much of a gaffe on Calypso part Théo’s part who had overheard Calypso a heated conversation with her friend about his Merlin and Morgana: The Last Fracas. Flattered by her raw honesty and comment about his art Théo straight away after “bumping” into Calypso and her friend, Margo, asked them out for lunch which turned soon turn into just dinner with Calypso. In the wake of her husbands’ death, Cal and Théo, became lovers though her parents thought of the love as a more of a fling what would go nowhere and that Calypso only loved him for fact that he was handsome and passionate artist who feed her bonbons from the floor of old French flat while they were covered in oils and paints and though she did love these things about him she loved his passion more then anything and it consumed her too just as it had done many women before her. As the weeks passed the passion consumed them both and they married in a small lakeside wedding with friends and family that was more artistic then classic. Calypso wore a vintage dress, flowers decorated most of the wedding setting and Cal’s hair, they gave overly personal but lush wedding vows, as cascading lights of stardust, moonlights, and signing birds of paradise adorned them and the wedding party. Calypso was possibly happier than she had been in a long time. With Théo she was able enjoyed the fruits of the world, she was able dine at the most exotic places and she drunk the wines of the greatest sexual pleasures.

Her life was now a Bacchanalia event of drunken revelry in the heart of flames until it was smothered out in the dregs when she soon realized that even though Théo had married her he would never be able to fully commit to her emotionally, as he was very self-involved, and even at points in time he would make that clear to her by leaving her alone in their countryside chateau with his daughter, Anaïs, in order to tend to his own career for weeks at a time without a single owl or lettre d'amour. The wind gust soon fully cooled the flames of Calypso’s loins was when she caught Théophile setting aflame the loins of another. While she had danced along side her lustful husband in a number of ménage a trios, she had never given her permission to step out of their bed with another and after casting several hexes and jinxes on the girl, Calypso confronted her husband about his affair and to be heartbroken more. Théo openly admitted that he had many ‘lovers’ and that they help inspire his art as she did. Feeling genuinely betrayed by her husband and his actions and the fact that he continued to work as his explained his to her, Calypso, flung forward towards her husband but was rebuffed with a heavy handed slap. Honestly hurt for the first time as many of their heated fights before had ended with them ending up in bed Calypso finally see her husbands emotional shortcomings and his true inability to give her an appropriate amount of attention and affection at she or her daughter needed. The realization of these soon made Calypso loss her statuesque composure and noteworthy rationality slip away from her mental grasp, and just as before her body hastily shifted between fight and flight. Over the next few days while Théophile was away her overwrought mind thought out up a plan to lash back at Théo for his treachery. The night before her husbands’ return she slipped into his atelier (art workshop) and switched the labels on a number of potion supplies. Skilled at potions and herbology, Calypso, had known exactly the amount of combinations of potions that would cause a number of effects when her artisan husband used the them. The next afternoon when Théo went into his art studio and found myself needing to make more mixtures before he forged another one his moving paintworks and when he went mixed what was marked Sang Pixie with what was marked liquid Cyan weed together for what would usually make blue subsequently caused an explosion in the studio with enough force that it cut a swath right through their countryside Parisian home. Luckily, Calypso had left minutes before for girls outing with Anaïs at the time and thus both had escaping the deathly explosion in their home.

As tragic as the death of the French artisan seemed an investigation was still called forth to determine if an actual atrocious accident had occurred or if it had simple been fowl play against the man. While the investigation had taken several weeks to concluded the French Ministry in the end determined Théophile Chassériau’s death was an misfortunate chance of idiocy and again Calypso inherited the entire state of her former husband and the entitlements to the future money his estate would earn in his death. Though, Calypso for sometime was conflicted with her own emotions over married and relationship with dead husbands daughter her family somehow consoled themselves by the fact that a line of suitors with suitable family line where now lined up in a line that was twice as long as before.

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Rumors had now consumed her person through more along the lines of that the beauty that she had possessed before had grown, the forked tongue that she had formally possessed had been harnessed, the homemaking skills were better than most, and the fact that she was a rather wealthy dowager was ever more perfect; Calypso was marketed as the perfect pureblood wife to anyone who was worthy of her. The rumors about her soon sparked an interest in an old acquaintance of her fathers. Though she had only met the man once when she was a child herself she allowed the man to take her to dinner. The man for most part was mysterious with a vast knowledge of any and everything. A widower, himself, the somehow interested Cal in other was her past husband hadn’t and the two soon began to find themselves in a battle of wits. They conversations over the life status of sentient life forms and other such deeper conversations some of which she had lusted to debate over for many years. Their courtship ended with less than three months when he proposed to her and while she hadn’t yet fully fallen in love with him her parents pressed her too to say yes and so a month later she married her third husband, the Russian - Aristarkh Petrovsky. The wedding was enormous and grand, much to everyone’s expectation of Calypso. The wedding was certainly not her favorite but it was spectacular. And had Calypso loved Aristarkh as he had wanted her too, it would been one of the best days of her life. Everyone who mattered had been present, even Narcissa and her new husband Lucius had managed to break their love affair to attended the merriment. Calypso and Aristarkh exchanged the traditional magical vows that all married magic folk had and they were pronounced husband and wife. After a month long honeymoon and preparing her child for the move Aristarkh, Calypso and Anaïs moved back to his lakeside home in the wintry lands of Russian. Which was just about when the wit and spark that she had seen in Aris totally disappeared.

Calypso for the most part of her new life lived a life of seclusion with her husband and daughter - something that had never truly been befitting of a girl of her nature. Aristarkh was either always away in search of rare magical items and then selling them for loads and only to search again for more or busy in her library studying, while Calypso would spend her time reading and decorating and re-decorating and dancing and sleeping and smoking and caring for Ani and about anything she could think of short living for long periods of time. And even if Aris, on a rare occasion, made him present, she would isolate herself from him, craving the love from her family and the company of another close of her. The house elves of the manor hardly obeyed her orders and overall, Calypso was blatantly not happy with her life. She wished nothing more than to be a girl of five again, dancing and giggling and playing with her china cups of tea with her childhood friends. As life went on, Calypso found that the life Aristarkh had planned for them wasn’t the one that she had pictured for herself. She wanted more children, he didn’t. She wanted the out and free in the world, he wanted a stay-at-wife. She wanted attention, he wanted his alone time. She wanted to be spoiled every now and then, he though there witting dinner conversations was enough. She wanted some form of direction for their family, he thought they way their lives were was enough. Though none of it was enough for Calypso and she need to escape. She wasn’t meant for confinement, she just twenty-two this wasn’t in her plans for herself. Time began to lengthen and she begun even more to miss seeing her friends, and family as often as she wanted and her freedom to go what she wanted; she didn’t want to wait until her husband who was thirty years her senior to die. Slowly thoughts similar those she had before she had done away with her first started to creep into her acres of her mentalscape. Her anger and frustration built and built until one morning while arguing with Aristarkh over her persistence of insistence of trying to tagging alone with him on another hunt for magical item and later that afternoon Aris stuck Anaïs across the face after she called Aris was he her father, later than night Calypso decided that it was time to get out married number three.

One night during dinner her anger would get the best of her and when Aris asked her to pass him the water and she passed him more then he needed. Using the elemental weapon of choice that her former Slytherin house leader had thought her, Calypso, used the water to encase the head of Aristarkh. Though her anger had gotten the best of her intending killing her husband in these manner. Drowning above water Aris panicked at wife attacking him and grasped for his wand in defense and fired on her and scared her causing her magic flare it all the liquid that she had been controlling flush his entrails - killing him. Stunned for the good part of four minutes Calypso for most of the that time watched as her husband grasped for air as he begun to die and after that part was over she watched as his body slowly stopped breathing as his aging life slowly withdraw from him. Conspicuously, Calypso had never actually seen any of her husbands die but this was shocking to say the least. Though shocked she somehow managed to apparate to the only place she knew she could find solace, the Malfoy Manor. Banging on the grand doors of the manor at the twilight of night Calypso almost lost all hope that no one would answer after a while until a half woke Narcissa cautiously opened the door to her disheveled friend. While she could only muster up an utter a mutters of words before she knew it she and Narcissa had disapparated back to her home; thankfully Lucius had been out that night. Back at her home Calypso had finally calmed down and was able to tell Narcissa exactly want had happened. Knowing that it was to late to send for a healer or anyone that could help revive Aristarkh even back to an inch of his life the two began to form a plan as they know very well that was no one that could help Calypso and if anyone found out about what Calypso had done or what Narcissa was going to help her do neither the Zabini nor the Blacks would be able to help them when dealing with the Russian Ministry.

That night Narcissa Black and Calypso Zabini cemented fates to one another when they maybe the death of Calypso’s third husband, Aristarkh Petrovsky, appear as if it had truly been an event of misfortune - an accident by any other nature. The first part of their plan was to use a very tricky Transfiguration spell known as Water to Rum, that the two had mastered and used a number of times during their school years. Making use of the spell the women changed the fluids that Cally had flushed into them into rum. The second part of their plan the young ladies moved and dropped his body into the lake just off the docks behind the home of Calypso and Aristarkh. Lastly Calypso three days before filing a missing persons report at the Russian Ministry about her ‘missing’ husband. Again the Ministry Investigators were brought in and when Aristarkh body was found in water grave half eaten by Grindylows. As the girls had wished and planned the Investigators had ruled the death an accident after a chief healer examiner had come to the conclusion that Aris must have drunken more an his fair share of rum and while taking a walking that night accidentally walked over the edge of the dock and because of his current level of intoxication, oldness, and confusion he drowned. When they told her the ‘news’ as always fell into a state of black, rocking back and forth and crying on in her chaise longue while her mother held her warmly. Truly for the first time her tears weren’t faked as she had planned the death of her husbands before but she had never actually had to watch to life drain from him and then too hear how a field of wild creatures had mutilated his corpse it all sickened her. Even after the Russian Ministry Investigators had left she didn’t stop crying until her Narcissa stormed and she collapsed on her dear friends lap heavily sobbing until she fell into an beautiful sleep. She was truly emotionally conflicted and even knowing how her former husbanded felt about her she continued even after weeks of his death to wear black and willed herself to do so until the day she was forced to wear white again.

Widowed, again at the age of twenty-three, Calypso returned to the word of the unmarried rich but this time with a want to have employment and not just be a woman of leisure. While her father it was a brilliant idea and invited Calypso to use her keen mind and her skills in potions and herbology at the family wine orchards. Her mother on the other half the wand thought that his was improper for a lady go through manual labor and actually work for a living - though this was mostly because it didn’t appeal to her the slightest and she didn’t have patience for working with people all of the time - plus she wanted Calypso to get back on the married will. But Calypso wanted to do something full of elegance instead of simply sitting around and took up her father offer. Moving back into the villa she formerly shared with her first husband with Ani, Calypso commuted back and forth between her family home and her own - though most of the time she became the reminiscent figure of her father in his former years who could often be found asleep at his desk after a hard day of work. Her job as a viticulturist fascinated her and it brought her pleasures that she hadn’t known and after a couple of months her father took a even bigger leap of faith on his daughter and challenge her to restore a distant part of the estate and along with some newly brought land to a viable course for the business Calypso, herself, hadn’t seen the orchids of the deeper southern part of the villa since she was a child but taken the challenge any way. Though, she was quite shock at the state of general disrepair that it had fallen into, but soon with a some rare documents belong to her great great-grandfather and a few good construction charms and some noted from her former teacher, Herbert Berry, the land began to become quite the raw money it and viable land for horticultural. Idyllic, her life was and it become never more glorious once she produced her first wine - that soon had its buyers enraptured at its taste. She didn’t want it come to an end and it didn’t not even after one of her father’s business partner son inquired in on her martial status.

While the married or even “dating” hadn’t been on her mind for quite sometime though mother had brought it more than once herself didn’t see the need of being married quite so soon though she didn’t ward off the mans’ attempts at wooing her. The man sent her a number of gifts were left for her daily and visited for ‘tours’ of her vineyards and took frequent wine tasting; all in the hopes of either seeing Calypso, talking to her, or biggest prize winning her over. Flattered at times and quite playful more then often when she would send his gifts back with notes of her own, Calypso, found herself smiling and blushing for the first time in a long time. The was different then the date men she had engage in love affair with. He didn’t mind her working, he didn’t mind her child and he didn’t mind many indecencies. Calypso had fallen in love again and when this name asked her to marry him she without haste said yes and became Mrs. Beauregard des Rosiers. After marring Beau and Cal soon made the move back to London not only for work on Beau’s end but to be near friends and a common place their pasts. After moving Calypso began to hear talk Death Eaters and the Dark Lord though these were spoken in hush tones among friends and family. Soon, Calypso was brought into the fold by her close friends not only because of her family known status on pureblood superiority but also because of her magical skills and knowledge. Now like many of her comrades she is hopelessly tangled in the web of the Death Eaters and pureblood fascism, and even are the Voldemorts’ apparent death Calypso still remains an undeniably loyal subject of the man along with those she sees as family though her loyalty to saying in the cause is more out of debt to her close friend Narcissa and wanting to protect her along with lives of her husband, daughter and those she now sees as family.

FIVE THINGS:

Reason 1. I love Blaise Zabini and I love the idea of playing the woman and mother that could create such a ‘cool’ kid. Lol. I wanted to make Calypso a femme fatale in a white wedding dress with a romantic heart that needs perfection instead of allow her to be some fickle and hopeless woman who just kills to kill and can‘t help that she‘s a gold digger. No, she’s more of someone who can’t hold well with certain situations - marriages - and kills because she doesn’t know how exactly get out of the usual way any other way. I would also like to explore the fact that she wants more than jus to be in love and be a house wife, she has a job, friends that loves spending time with, a cat and owl and everything that she could every want at the moment and I want her to explore and live in it before for a while before it changes and she needs a Trauma counselor, again. Plus I love that Calypso is a wizarding world version of a cause célèbre.

Reason 2. The idea of Calypso being is historically beautiful woman who married seven different men by the time her son his mentioned the HP story and then have them die in “accidents” is more remarkable and brilliant then most would think. And I would love to play on that because I think my playby, Zoë Saldana, fits her so perfectly.

Reason 3. I love the idea of Narcissa and Calypso having a homance. Yay for Narlypso or Calissa. Calypso has other platonic friends but her and Cissy are more lebionic! The idea of Narcissa being the one person outside of her family that she can always be comfortable with and dependent on is amazing as I always play strong women not that Calypso isn’t strong herself its just that someone like Calypso having a truly great platonic relationship and adoration for someone who she hadn’t tried marrying is amazing. I love that they have their own secrets from those that think they know them so well. Plus who won’t love another Death Eater Cheerleader! Those black and green skirts and tops with the death mark across their amiable bosoms. I know your seduced by the idea of it.

Reason 4. Beau, yes, Beauregard des Rosiers! I am more excited about this idea then playing Calypso herself. Beauregard is Calypso’s one. Yes her ONE! He treats differently then her last husbands, he’s more then they could ever be and he was made just for her. Oh and he’ll be Blaise’s father, he’ll be her longest living husband and he’ll be that she doesn’t kill as he’ll die in an true accident or something which Calypso then broken hearted will marry several more then because she looking for someone to replace him.

Reason 7. The muggle world. I would love to play Calypso seeing and reacting to Muggle world. Like her seeing a bag or some clothes from Coco Chanel then possibly go on a shopping spree and then being found in a pile of clothes and shoes by Narcissa ever hours later after crashing from a massice but crazy shopping binge.

Reason 5. Her brother, her brother, could be the father of Dean Thomas. I would love to see these happen because I could love to see the reaction of Calypso when she finds out that the reason her brother refuses to join the Death Eaters is because he‘s had some change of heart and his married to a muggle and is having a BABY, BABY DEAN! Maybe Calypso is Death Eater that kills him, I bet she would be because she wouldn‘t or couldn‘t let the other DE‘s kill him not like that not the way they do things. He deserves at least some respect even if he‘s betrayed the other the rest of the pureblood world. Plus it would be amazing to thread to out the two, her finding out, her reaction, everything about the two!

STRANDED:

Three items. Number one, a wand. She a witch and while she can use wandless magic she more inclined to use her wand. Number two, box wine. Water is water but wine can take away the pain of being on an island without anywhere to go, plus wine is her opium. Number three, a house. Preferably one her French château because she need some shelter from the bugs, animals, and water, and I don’t think you very meant for her to go out and cut wood and make her own home. No, cherie, no not Calypso Zabini.

One person. If Cal had to pick one person to be one these island of sorrow with it would be Narcissa or Beauregard and she could do with either. She could have her platonic lesbian relationship with Cissa or she could have her love and over sexual relationship with Beau, either be could do with but she can’t deal without having neither of them. Not having either could force her to do into the woods, chop down some wood, build a boat and set sail back to back to them or die trying because being alone with just herself and her thoughts would drive her drive her Tom Hanks in Cast Away crazy.

One Hellenic thing. Her mother. Calypso loves her mother but being with her day and night isn’t something she wants, let alone her having to be alone with her on an island. If this happen lets just say that being along with her mother after being a spinster on an island she’d go all Lizzie Borden on her mother with a wand and then proceed to doing her Cast Away crazy thing and walking to her suddenly talking wand name, Martha.

JOURNAL ENTRY:

[Private to Self]
I thought I was pregnant this past fortnight after profusely purging my stomach of several of the meals I’ve had today. I honesty was happy to think that I was pregnant and it made my traveling the heated whether of Brazil a bit more pleasing and I couldn’t wait to tell Beau after was for sure that I was with child but in truth my fantastical imagination has gotten the best of me. As I found that my discharge of my pervious meals along with my frequent use of the restroom as occurred either before or just after Cissy has taken to showing signs of her pregnancy and though it saddens me to say this but I feared that I wasn’t pregnant and so I had written a Healer friend of mine.

I am sorry to say this but I am not pregnant. And the signs of pregnancy that I had previous shown were as the Healer says, “A Sympathy Pregnancy.” I don’t know how I feel about not being pregnant as I wasn’t fully sunken in yet, but I think I’m beginning to feel feelings of jealous towards Narcissa. I don’t know why as I’ve never been jealous of her before as I’ve always considered her my other half but I do. And I know I should be ecstatic that I am able to care in these bond of gravidity but still I feel envious.

Mother has sent be a new picture of Ani by owl along with a picture she drew of herself, me and Beau. ‘My Family,’ it says. I miss her.

Hopefully a baby will come when it comes. I just have to wait. I can wait because I have Anaïs and she’s more than enough for now.
[/Private]

[Wared to Severus]
I have taken the liberty of starting to brew for a healing potion significant enough for the trip but I have forgotten valerian root and it much to late to run out to Diagon Alley. Do you have any? If so many I procure just a bit from your private collection?
[/Wards End]

[Private to Draco]
I’m starting to get the feeling that you’re neglecting your favorite auntie, Dray. Certainly this isn’t intentional, hmmm?
[/Private]

[Hexed Privately to Death Eaters]
Please tell that are future accommodation in Peru will be more than appropriate?
[/Hexes End]

[Warded to Narcissa]
It’s been ages since I’ve heard from you, Cissa, my darling. I trust you are taking care of my future nephew and trying your best to do what the Healers are instructing you to do?
[/Wards End]

RP SAMPLE:

The past events of the evening had left Calypso surprisingly more exhausted than she had expected she would have been, and because of that, her Apparition from French magical alley known as Capricieuse Alley had been a blur Calypso, as had the trek up the rocky pathway to her home and her eventual retirement to her bedroom at center of her manor. The moment that Calypso had came into her luxurious suite, she’d kicked off her shoes and shawl and moved straight for the bath room, where she’d taken a candle-lit bath and single-handedly enjoyed a good amount of champagne that she had had delivered from her families vineyards for a private tasting. After her bath, Calypso had stumbled nakedly from the bathroom and plunged herself right atop luxuriant colored duvet of the king sized bed. Laying on the bed she fell into a deep slumber and not even bothering to cover herself or shut out the rooms lights. Though she had wanted to take the weekend at a rented Parisian château to have a weekend filled with wine, fornication, and luxury, the work of those awful bankers at the Société Générale Crédit had managed to tire the woman out to the point that that, in many ways, her time spent rearranging her schedule, coming to the city, and having her personal house-elf, Phyllidae, come days earlier to prepare the turret and leaving her daughter under the care of her mother had all been wasted and terribly solitary. She could have enjoyed just as much luxury, if not more, at one of her private homes with her family. She had rented the château because she had wanted the weekend to be special; now, it was anything but.