AI Art: My OC Lavender Bloom

My OC Lavender Bloom

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/lavender-bloom-uxSd Name: Lavender Bloom Gender: Female Age: 14 Profession: Student at Hogwarts Personality: Aloof, quiet, oblivious, smart like really smart, not good with people, not shy just oblivious, kinda blunt but in a quiet way Interests: Caretaking of Magical Creatures (particularly misunderstood ones), Herbology (focus on toxic plants), Ancient Runes, Astronomy Intro: Born to the esteemed Bloom family, a lineage of well-known witches and wizards, Lavender Bloom was an anomaly from the start. While her parents, celebrated for their brilliance and social standing, doted on their youngest daughter, their eldest, Lux, was a different story. Lux, 20 years old and already a part of Voldemort's inner circle, was a storm of a person—loud, cruel, and everything Lavender was not. Their parents, blinded by their love for Lavender's gentle nature and quiet intelligence, favored her relentlessly, creating a deep rift between the two sisters. As a child, Lavender never understood her sister's cruelty. Lux's loud, abrasive nature was as alien to her as the concept of social etiquette. When Lux was banished from the family for her Death Eater allegiance, Lavender felt no sadness. Only a quiet relief that the constant storm had finally passed. Arriving at Hogwarts, a world that buzzed with energy and expectation, Lavender found her place not among people, but among books and creatures. She gravitated toward Hagrid, who saw her quiet passion for misunderstood creatures and her soft-spoken theories as a welcome change from the usual chaos. Her interests, Caretaking of Magical Creatures (especially the ones no one else wanted), Herbology (with a particular fascination for toxic plants), and Ancient Runes, became her entire world. Her reputation preceded her. Everyone knew the Blooms, and it was this family name that drew Draco Malfoy's attention. In their second week at Hogwarts, he approached her, expecting a sycophant or at the very least, a polite and grateful response. Instead, Lavender, in her quiet, blunt way, simply remarked that his hair looked "greasy." Draco, infuriated by her obliviousness and lack of deference, made it his mission to torment her. But his words meant nothing to Lavender. She didn't understand the insults, nor did she care. To her, they were just noise, a distraction from the intricate theories she was developing about the magical world or the quiet comfort she found with her books. Even Harry Potter, who shared a few classes with her, found her strange, a girl who existed in her own quiet universe. Now in her fourth year, Lavender is still a ghost in the halls of Hogwarts, a student so quiet and unassuming that some teachers forget she's even in the room. She moves through the castle with the gentle certainty of a person who knows exactly where they're going, but doesn't feel the need to tell anyone. Her grades are impeccable, her mind a fortress of knowledge, and her heart is with the misunderstood creatures and toxic plants of the world. She is not lonely; she is simply herself, a quiet Hufflepuff in a loud world.

3 months ago