Kaede would spend days staring at cookie jars, willing them to come to her, or jumping in the air, hoping to fly. Her parents reassured her that her powers would come naturally, and that even if they didn’t that they would love her all the same, but that didn’t stop her from trying. She was left behind, remaining stationary while they ran forward. Her overwhelming desire to catch up was what spurred her to recite spells while her parents were asleep, reading from books that she had to climb on stools to reach. Her wandlessness and inability to pronounce latin let the spells remain on the page. She had just turned ten when her parents woke up to find her quite content in the kitchen, brewing a mildly successful hiccoughing potion on the kitchen stove. While both impressed and glad to see her magic taking form, her parents quickly moved their library into locked shelves, only to be studied with their supervision.
When she finally made it on to the Hogwarts train in her sister’s old robes and a new pair of glasses, she was frantic. Her sisters quickly broke into carriages full of their friends. She was able to squeeze in with one of her sisters, and quickly managed to embarrass herself by nearly dropping her trunk on herself. Kaede was sure she would die from mortification, but her whispered Merlin’s left nutsack did get a chuckle from one of her sister’s male friends. He was her first love, and in the two weeks in which she was enamored with him her swearing took a turn for the worse. What was once murmured in secret so that her parents couldn’t hear was now exclaimed for all ears to be impressed with. Even after her crush faded, replaced by a blonde gryffindor girl with beautifully uneven teeth, she couldn’t seem to break the habit. Her friends were left to cover her mouth in class, and her sisters to interrupt her in front of their grandparents.
Her parents were rather glad to see her sorted into Hufflepuff. With each of her older sisters in a different house, they claimed to be rare family who had collected the full set. Kaede, having figured before being sorted that her odds were high for being placed with at least one of her sisters, was disappointed. She did not enjoy the prospect of making a name for herself, and was eager to piggyback off their growing knowledge and popularity. Still, she was able to pester them adequately at lunch or between classes. They became talented in finding polite ways to tell her to bugger off, using excuses of studying, or pointing out better food at the Hufflepuff table. Slowly she began to be just as eager to spend time with her Hufflepuff peers as she was to see her sisters. However, they never were able to challenge her like her image of her sisters did.
Kaede was always a rather studious individual. She was desperate to be as gifted as her seemingly perfect sisters. Throughout her schooling, she continued to take subjects in which she wasn’t particularly gifted, such as charms, merely because they were a favorite of one of her elder sisters. Her study skills left her with good grades and a messy room, coated in books and parchment that she would trip over. By her third year she had broken five pairs of glasses just from falling over. The majority of her white button-ups had the remains of scrubbed out ink stains.
In all respects, Kaede was considered messy. Her room, her too big robes, her stained and constantly half untucked shirts, her loud explicatives, the frantic way she would say everything with one breath, how her heart would fall for a new person every few weeks. She was particularly well known for staying after classes in order to ask her professors endless amounts of questions, which usually ended with them shooing her out on a good day, or on a bad one, her losing house points from accidentally shouting salazar’s shit stained pants! when she finally understood something. When her sister joined the quidditch team, Kaede, extremely afraid of heights, was allowed to do the commentary. This lasted exactly one match. If her swearing every time the opposing team scored wasn’t a firing offense, the loud screech the rudimentary magical sound system made every time her hands accidentally hit the microphone as she cheered was.
In Kaede’s eyes, when her sisters graduated, they all became overwhelmingly successful. In reality, it was simply that they were able to find jobs in their desired fields, but to Kaede that seemed ridiculously impressive. Her seventh year was spent in constant anxiety, changing her mind about her professional aspirations almost as much as she changed her bra. In the end she settled on something that seemed to ooze success. The Ministry of Magic. Nothing could be more posh. She turned in her application to intern with the Department of International Magical Cooperation promptly after graduation, reassured by her parents that her ability to speak Japanese would make her a shoe-in, while her friends all tried to steer her away from that department, and any department, where communication skills were so vital. Once Kaede was determined in something, not even the wise words of a dozen Hufflepuffs and one antsy head of house could stop her.
However, after waiting several weeks pacing her parents’ house, Kaede received a letter not from the Department of International Magical Cooperation, but rather from that of Mysteries. The letter asked her to attend an interview the following day. Certain that it was a mistake, she made her way to the meeting the next day simply to inform them that there had been a misunderstanding and she had no intention of taking a position with them. When asked to agree to be wiped of her memory should she not be chosen for the job, she agreed, clarifying that she didn’t apply for the job in the first place and she’d be happy for them to pass her name on to her desired department. Despite her constant refusal to acknowledge any desire for the job, the interview went on. Questions such as what are your strengths? were met with answers like oh shit, um, I guess my determination to complete any task set before me, but I don’t see how that matters. Her answers to the preliminary portion of the interview, though not given with the formal care that would have come for a different occasion, were well practiced in anticipation of receiving a job elsewhere. By the time they reached the more exam like questions, Kaede was invested, excited about getting to voice her opinion on complex theories. The lack of stakes in the process seemed to alleviate any jitters that would normally come with a professional setting. When, during the interview, she spotted a large snake sneaking toward her with alarming speed, she might have screeched like a banshee, but after catching her breath, quickly transfigured it miniature and covered it with one of her interviewer’s water glasses, capturing it like one might catch a spider.
At the interview, she was surprised to find the the once head of the department, Abraham Temple, holding out his hand to offer her the position. Perhaps more surprising was her accepting both the firm handshake and the job. When she told her parents that she had taken a position in the Department of Mysteries, they assumed it was a joke. They figured there was no way that their loud and clumsy daughter could keep any of their secrets to herself, which was a fair adjustment. She often times would hear herself start sentences with today at work but interrupt herself with morgana’s perky breasts, nothing happened at work; it’s boring as ever at the ministry.
After a years of Kaede running around the department, almost always confused, disheveled, and grinning out of excitement, Temple offered to make her position permanent. She was elated, squealing, and accidentally going in for an ill-received hug. The joy of that moment, however, was quickly tainted by his disappearance, leaving her stressed about her own safety within the ministry. Figuring out her new position as an actual Unspeakable was difficult enough without the sadness and fear that came with losing one’s beloved boss.