1850 First act of magic. She makes flowers bloom out of season. Her childhood is pleasant, yet unremarkable.

1858 Due to her fall birthday, Deanna starts Hogwarts a year later than most. She's sorted into Slytherin.

Hogwarts Years Deanna's goals in life are to marry well and to succeed in any endeavors she puts her mind to. This she achieves in her time at Hogwarts by serving as Herbology Club President, scoring high on her OWLs, and networking with many other female purebloods. If she weren't betrothed, she would have continued into her seventh year. She's not bitter. At all. Maybe a little.

1863 With five years of Hogwarts under her belt, she withdraws from school. Her family promises her to Archibald Benwick. Her courtship with him is rather short, and they are married within a year. Deanna isn't quite sure how much she enjoys him, but she does appreciate his company.

1865 Freya is born! All of her attention turns to raising her daughter, which she does, in her opinion, fabulously. She is constantly attempting to find the babe advantageous friendships, even before she's able to speak.

1867 Archibald abandons her dies. She retreats into mourning, as is proper, but she can't help but notice not much has changed. Though, she does miss the adult companionship.

1869-1876 Once her mourning is over, Deanna is back into the local social circles, nosing into other people's business. However, her child is her priority, and she arranges for the best tutors. She's determined that Freya will finish out all seven years of school if she so chooses.

1877 Freya goes away to school. SOB.

1877-1884 While her daughter is off at school, Deanna finds herself at a loss. Without much else to focus her attentions on, she turns to gardening, which she excels at. She also sends countless letters to the poor girl.

1884 Freya graduates. Deanna rejoices that perhaps she will have familial company once more, but that is soon dashed.

1885 Freya starts courting that demon. Daniel Selwyn.

1886 Fuck, they're married.

1887 An entire year passes without any contact with her daughter. She falls into a deep mourning, as if Freya had died. Trying to drag herself out of a deep depression, she fakes her first illness. It's a rather pathetic affair, really. Her next attempts will be better.

18888-1890 Her theatrics continue, growing more and more elaborate with each attempt. She needs to find some other hobby before she goes too far.