first name; Jaqueline Lisse
last name; Labarre
year and house; Seventh - papilonlisse
play by; Andrej Pejic
taken by; Bria(Hallie)
wand; Bloodwood, Ebony, 15.5 in.
wand core; Hippogriff Talon
boggart; Younger brother, Marc Leo Labarre(non-magical) immersed in flames
patronus; Siberian Husky
mirror of erised; A field of purple peonies.
appearance; As Jaqueline looks in the mirror, here is what she sees: A scowling face, surrounded by long platinum blonde hair. Strong, angular eyebrows overshadow narrow blue eyes, with high cheekbones. A straight nose dominating the center of her face, with heart shaped lips triumphantly showing beneath. A small chin, and a few blemishes complete this. Thin, but not skinny, and slightly tall, Jaq gives off an air of unfriendliness and rage, almost unapproachable. This is countered only by the soft look in her eyes, the sadness and the love. Jaq has no wardrobe preferences, and has a wide variety of apparel, mixing and matching as she sees fit, making it difficult to gather impressions from dress. Ever present, however, is the necklace. The simple locket in which she holds a picture that only her eyes, and one other's have seen. Almost unconciously Jaq is fiddling with this very locket day and night, contributing to the sad look in her icy eyes. Whenever she does smile, her entire face lights up, and she seems to completely forget the locket's presence. On Jaq's stomach, just left of her belly button, is a jagged curving scar going to her bottom rib, the result of an unspeakable event. She has two peircings in her left ear, and one in her right, though she rarely rares more than the normal two earrings, the third spot being reserved for those who have lost their match.
personality; Despite her imposing looks, Jaqueline has a cushion soft heart. Willing to care for almost anyone, Jaq has learned to bring a smile to the face of anyone who takes the time to talk to her, even to nod a coureous hello going down the street. Appalled that anyone should hold an expression such as hers on a daily basis, Jaq learned to cook, trained her voice, studied horticulture, anything that could bring beauty and harmony to the ones in her life, loved or not. Her favorite flower is the purple peony, as it reminds her of home, where they grew abundantly. Charming as the girl next door, those who get past appearances are immediately drawn to Jaq, and her loving heartfelt actions affect even those she has never met. Thus is such with the actions Jaq takes in anger. For such a gentle girl, the angry Jaq is vicious, ferocious, unforgiving, and unmerciful. As her anger comes into play, the grief and violence of her past comes rushing forth, bringing about destruction in her wake. Fortunately this anger is rarely brought about, due to it's appalling effect on Jaq's kinder side.
history; Born in Russia, Jaqueline Lisse Lebarre is the eldest child of the muggle Elsa Roxanne Merceux, and wizard Leon Vincent Lebarre. Her younger brother of 7 years, Marc Leo Lebarre, was born in Venezuela. As her parents toured the world, Jaq was often left in the care of her grandparents, who fled to America during WWII. Jaq was raised in American primary schools, but due to an aptitude for language quickly and efficiently picked up any and all languages her parents came home speaking every summer, including French(which was spoken in the home of her grandparents on a daily basis, English being for school friends), English, Russian, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese. The house of Jaq's childhood was rather large, and very cozy. Her next door neighbor, of Spanish desent, had been christened at birth with a rather long and ridiculous name of Baldomero Conrado Ulises Ximinez. Jaq quickly took to calling him 'Domo'. Domo was two years younger than Jaq, and adored her. In Jaq's juvenile years there were no traces of anger, sadness, and grief in her eyes; there was only love and a readiness to please. And please she did. Domo followed Jaq everywhere, and even proposed to her under his favorite tree in the backyard of the abandoned lot across the road, where she obtained the locket she now wears perpetually. At the age of eight, Jaq rose before dawn, aware that this was the day she was going to learn how to make Tagliarini. She never got the chance. Her parents came home as she was coming down the stairs, and though Jaq was excited to see them again, was shocked to see them holding a baby boy, for they had not come home the previous year and the news that Jaq was an older sister astounded her. She did not have time to dwell on this, though, for her parents' expressions forced her to turn her tail and run up the stairs to her suitcase at their first order for her to pack very little, only what was necessary, and that it was time to go. Half a minute later, as she was stuffing her favorite book into the emroidered bag her grandma had given her, she spotted Domo running across his lawn to her house. She paused, turned, grabbed her sandals, and ran downstairs to meet him. Her parents, though, had different ideas. They ushered her into the car, and drove away, leaving Domo standing in the dust. Five hours later, Jaq announced that she needed to pee. As her mother turned to acknowledge her, she looked out the back window and an expression of abject fear crept into her eyes. It was what she saw that caused her to demand that Leon pull over the car, and let the child use the bathroom by the crates over yonder, and Please Jaq, hurry, take your brother with you, and don't come back until I call. Confused, disoriented from her sleep and the impending dawn, as well as the unescapable urge to pee, grabbed her brother and ran for the crates. Taking her brother, she crawled inside one so as for privacy, and did her business. As she was cleaning up with a cloth she had in her pocket, she heard bloodcurdling screams. Peering through a crack in the crate, she witnessed what no child should have to witness. Marc was asleep, as though a rock, and was undisturbed as Jaq's wide, frightened blue eyes watched a man with thick, dark hair and a pot belly murdered her parents, leaving them unrecognizable. Shocked to silence, Jaq did not move as the man peered around, did not flinch when he turned and peered straight into the crate she was in(though unbeknownst to him) and caught her blue eyes in his own golden ones, eyes that she would never forget. Nor did she do anything but take her brother and flee as soon as he simply vanished into thin air. She ended up as a stowaway on a cargo boat to London, and from there a train to Paris, which she had always wished to see. Installed in an orphanage upon arrival and discovery, Jaq awaited until her eleventh year, when she got her acceptance to Beauxbâtons. Always fearing for her brother, she was assured that he would remain where he was until she was of age to care for him, and departed for her first year of wizarding school with a hardness in her eyes and softness in her heart.
short story; Jaqueline sighed as she awaited the carriages that would carry her to her school. Another summer had passed as she watched her brother reach his tenth year, another spot was carved in her heart for his evergrowing self. And another spot was ripped out as she had to depart from him yet again, promising to write every day, a promise that she had only broken in her third year when she had fallen down the stairs from her dorm one wednesday as she was headed to the library, resulting in a broken arm, a day of unconciousness, and a long letter of apology to Marc. Fiddling with her locket, Jaq sat on her suitcase and remembered her words to him that morning. "I will be back, doushenka. I promise. Don't I always keep my promises?". Her brother had nodded miserably and replied with a sad oui before reaching up and giving her a monster hug. She looked into his blue eyes, identical to hers and blinked once before giving him a kiss on the forehead, and leaving.
The carriages were due to arrive any moment, but that moment seemed forever to Jaq, who was now thinking of her grandparents whom she had not seen in nine years. She wondered what had become of them, and was haunted by the newsreels of the fire on Birchwood street in a small town in South Texas, which ate up every house within eight miles. Dancing in those flames, every time, was a pair of golden eyes. Shivering, Jaq looked up and discovered that the coaches had arrived, and that her friend Anton was nudging her in their direction. Looking into his friendly vert eyes, Jaq remembered another world, a world of magic and laughter, a world which she was on her way to. Stepping into the carriage Jaq did not fight back a flood of memories, not of being stared at on her first year, sitting alone and crying, not of being sick her fourth year, as a result of too many chocolates that Marc had given her, not of the ride back the previous summer in complete and utter silence. Smiling, she let Anton lead her into a carriage with many friends and a few aquaintances. Listening to the lull of accented Français, Jaq allowed herself to fall asleep next to the window, and passed the trip uneventfully.
"Jaq. Jaq wake up, we're here" Anton informed the groggy girl, dressed in his robes and holding hers out. Thanking him, Jaqueline quickly changed and stepped out of the carriage, heading toward her housemates, again her head stuck in the past. She could not shake the golden eyes from her mind, and it was disconcerting. Dwelling on this, all else was tuned out, so Jaq let out a small moue of surprise when one of the younger housemates, a third year, tapped her on the shoulder and told her it was time for dinner. For this, too, was Jaq's mind absent. It strolled to her quill and parchment, where she found herself writing a letter not to Marc, but to a small boy she knew as Domo. Tears filled her eyes when she read what she had subconciously written.
"Domo. Oui, I remember you. I wish I could go back, Domo. Maybe someday, I will. But not now. You see, I can't. I can't bear it. The eyes, they follow me. They follow me everywhere I go. In the kitchen, while I'm singing, in the pages of my books, on my pillow as i rest across from it. The flames, the eyes. They're everywhere, Domo. You promised me one time, when I was seven, and you were five, I belive, to take me away and fill my life with flowers and lasagna. How I so wish you would come and take me away, Domo. Take me from this rage I feel tonight. Just like we were kids again, running through the water as it rained, laughing at old Anne as she rode downtown on her lame horse. But you can't take me away, Domo. I don't think it is possible. You see, the eyes, they haunt me. I want them gone. I want to kill him."
Crumbling up the parchment and setting it alight with her wand, the fire was reflected in the ice in her eyes, but failed to melt it. So she closed them, instead. Sighing, Jaq grabbed her locket and held it, sitting on her bed until the room she shared with the others became silent. Then she gently laid her head down on her pillow, and prayed that she would not dream of fires and golden eyes.
And thus, she dreamt of purple peony, and dancing with Marc down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. It was going to be a good year.