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G r y f f i n d o r

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James Sirius Potter

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The Forms
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N a m e ;;xoxo______| Roxanne Weasly
N i c k n a m e ;;xoxo Roxanne (Generally used) Rox (Quidditch) ; Roxy (Privileged family)
A g e ;;xoxo_____._|__ Fifteen
B i r t h d a y ;;xoxo_ | January 3
H e i g h t ;;xoxo|___|||5'4"
W e i g h t ;;xoxo_____110 lbs
S e x u a l i t y ;;xoxo__Straight
C r u s h ;;xoxo______| N/A

The Info Packet
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Y e a r ;;xoxo_______| Fifth
H o u s e ;;xoxo_____|Gryffindor
Q u i d d i t c h ;;xoxoChaser
C l a s s e s ;;xoxo___ Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy, Charms, DADA, Herbology, Charms
W a n d ;;xoxo_______ Hippogriff talon. 12 inches. Hazel wood.
B l o o d ;;xoxo______|Pureblood

The Interview
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P e r s o n a l i t y ;;xoxo Above all else, Roxanne is difficult. It's hard to get along with her because she like conflict. She's competitive and determined to win in every activity she participates in be it her worst class or Quidditch. To those who can warm up to her opinionated and outspokenness, she is exceedingly attached. She is loyal and protective. Don't mess with her friends. With them, she can act energetic, silly and tactless without worrying about what they think about her. Not that she cares what anyone thinks about her. To those who she dislikes, she treats with utmost contempt, often degrading them. Once someone is lost in her good opinion, it is hard to get her to change her mind. Upon all this, you must add the mischievous side that she inherited from her father. She is outgoing in her pranks that are usually harmless enough. Roxanne likes to think herself mature, though her actions are often opposite. She at least believes herself to have superior taste, opinions and poise than peers her age.

B i o g r a p h y ;;xoxo Roxanne was born in St. Mungos Hospital on a cold January morning to George and Angelina Weasely. She spent much of her childhood with her father, whom she idolized, at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, which he ran with his brother, Ron. She was overlooked most of the time by George who, still troubled by his twin's death, was far more attached to Fred II. He was never a bad father to her, but most of the effort put into their relationship came from Roxanne. She was an extremely bright child and she learned by observation. She spent much time with her cousins, Rose and Hugo at the shop. If nothing else, George instilled in his children the importance of family. She loves all of her Weasley cousins, though they do not always get along.

Roxanne inherited her father's knack for trouble, and her mother's obstinate, opinionated views, making her even more likely to rub people wrong, especially teachers who try to control her will. Her nature never allowed her to try and get out of punishment. The fact that she was sorted into Ravenclaw had more to do with her determination to be at the top of the class than her courage and impertinence. She was more likely to argue and rebel against rules than to try and comply. In the third year, Roxy broke her father's record for longest detention ever for setting the Great Hall on fire. She was sent a Howler from her mother and a gift basket from her father. Such encouragement from her idol, kept her criminal record high and her detentions even higher.

Nothing very traumatic has happened in Roxy's life. She's grown up very rich, but not spoiled. She's grown up to be very difficult. And she's grown up to be a star Quidditch player, which is the one career that she has the most passion to pursue.

The Journal
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S t r e n t h s ;;xoxo_____ Quidditch, Devil's Advocate, Debate, Dueling, DADA ;;
W e a k n e s s e s ;;xoxo Frozen Yogurt, Transfiguration, Herbology;;
F e a r s ;;xoxo________|R Rats, Birds, Losing her wand, Devil' Snare, Basilisks;;
M i s c ;;xoxo___________|Brother: Fred II;; Cousins: James, Albus, Lily, Rose, Hugo, Molly,
M i s c;; xoxo___________|Lucy, Victorie, Dominique, Louis;; Cat named Fish;;

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S l y t h e r i n

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A L BU S ❣ S E V E R U S ❣ P O T T E R

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...Hey there, my name is
...AlbusSeverus Potter. If
...you're a friend, then you
...can call me Al.
...If not, well, I'd rather
...you didn't speak to me,
...please. It's not that I don't
...like, you, per se, just people.
...I was born 15 years
...ago, on February ...14th.
...Don't make fun of my
...birthday or I just might
...kill you.
...I'm clearly a boy
...I haven't really thought
...about it, as I don't
...like people, so I'm not
...sure if I like
...boys or girls.


...My wand's unique, at
...8 1/2", made of kaya
...wood, with a fwooper
...eather core.
...The wood is great for
...potions (which is why
...I'm such a master). And
...though the core is great
...for Charms and Care of
...Magical creatures, it may
...cause me to go insane.
...It's rare, but that's what
...I get for following dad to
...foreign countries just
...before school.


...I'm extremely ambitious,
...which got me placed in
...Slytherin. Though I was
...scared at first, now I
...wouldn't have it any
...other way.
slytherinsaysuckitslytherin╝

This is what I look like...

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● height;;
........5'8"
● weight;;
........145 lbs
● eye;;
........green
● hair;;
........dark brown
● clothes;;
........I like plaid. A lot. Other than that, just a regular old pair of t-shirts and jeans is okay with me. I have a thing for scarves too. Especially if they're plaid. I don't know if you've noticed, but I like plaid.

There's a story I want to tell you...

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→saySo, as you probably already know I’m the son of Harry and Ginerva Potter. You’re probably thinking, “Oh that must be wonderful. The money, the fame, etc.” Yeah, well, I’d like to tell you to piss off. Because it’s not all that wonderful. I’m not complaining about the money—I don’t have a problem with being rich. Mostly because I don’t see the money all that often and you would think we were some middle class family. The fame, well, that’s my least favorite part about being a Potter. Do you realize how hard it is to try and figure out who really wants to be your friend and who just wants to be your friend because they want your money? It’s really hard for a kid. But that’s what my childhood was spent doing. I was naturally wary of people. I wasn’t exactly outgoing, though I wasn’t shy either. I had no problem talking to people. I just didn’t like spending an excessive amount of time with them if they weren’t family. I think I put a lot of kids off, which was wonderful then because I was surrounded by a ton of cousins and my own siblings.

→sayAs far as family goes, Lily and I were always closest. We didn’t have to talk much to know what the other needed. She used to do this adorable thing where she’d slip notes under my door. I think she was too embarrassed to actually talk to me about things, so this was probably her way of letting it out (which was better than me, who decided to blow up gran’s gnomes every time I couldn’t handle the pressures of life). It didn’t keep me up, though. I was always kind of disappointed when she fell asleep because I would be up for hours, waiting for a response. I don’t know if I was just an insomniac or if I honestly couldn’t sleep because I expected her to respond. My relationship with James was different. We had the typical relationship of boys who were close in age—we’d bicker, we’d steal each other’s things, we’d play together, and I thought he was awesome for whatever reason. I’m not saying he doesn’t give a reason, because he is a good person. It just seems funny that we’d be arguing one minute and then I’d worship him the next.

→sayOf family, however, I avoid Uncle George the most. His jokes are funny and everything, but… He planted a snake in my bed when I came home for the holidays during my first year. I still can’t climb into a bed without looking for something slithery and thinking about how it wrapped around my arm. It was awful. I can’t look at my house crest without cringing. He’s given me a fake snake for Christmas every year since, on top of whatever it is that he really got for me. My parents think it’s hilarious, while I just have this urge to wrap it around his neck… Wow, I hope I’m not going to turn into a Dark Wizard or something.

→sayI can’t say I’m all that close to my parents. Mum and I don’t see eye to eye—our personalities just sort of clash (I think I’m not enough like dad or James and she can’t handle that, or maybe she’s sore about me being a Slytherin). At the same time, I’m not best friends with dad. I spend most of my time trying to not be like him—I don’t like quidditch, I’m not all that interested in D.A.D.A., and I’m no hero. Despite this, most of my time was spent with him. I was constantly going to benefits and Auror events. He’d usually leave me with everyone else’s kids and, though I didn’t mind them, I didn’t want to talk to them either. They weren’t Lily or James, they didn’t know me. I think they thought I was better than them, which is ironic. I always had the thoughts going through my head about how much harder their families had to work to get to those events. We were famous, everyone loved us. If dad wanted to go to something, he could get there. But they actually had to work for it. That made us jokes. At least in my mind.

→saySo it was at one of these events that I had the worst experience of my entire life. When I say worst, I don’t mean that some girl told me I had cooties (I dunno, people seem to think that’s the worst nowadays). I was at one of the benefits with my father, once again pushed in with all of the other kids. Except there was one that I hadn’t seen before. It was weird, the whole need to talk to someone. I was always very internal about everything. But he seemed to be enjoying the benefit just as much as I was (which meant not at all). He was a Malfoy, though I didn’t know that at the time, and he sat there with his nose shoved in a book. It was my usual method as well, though I’d run out of things I could read—and still understand—just the week before. He didn’t seem lonely, but I was. Lonely and bored. So I approached him and asked if he wanted to play a game. When he ignored me, I assumed it was because he was so absorbed in his book, so I tried again. I kept trying, until he finally looked up at me with the iciest stare he possibly could. I could list off all the awful things he said to me, most of which I didn’t understand at the time, but that would hurt. And probably make you think badly of him, which I don’t want. Scorpius isn’t a bad person, that’s just how he is. He’s a loner and he likes to be that way.

→sayAfter that I stopped going to the benefits with dad. If mom didn’t want to take me (which was more often than I would’ve liked) I’d go with gran. My cousins were usually there and it was easy to blend in. I didn’t have to play with them, just being there was okay. It also helped me keep my mind off of the fact that I obviously couldn’t make friends.

→sayThat didn’t change when I went to Hogwarts. First off, I was sorted into Slytherin. Somehow I knew I was going to be there and at first I was devastated. The other kids were always giving me the strangest looks, as though I were a spy for the enemy or something. Most of their families had been sentenced to Azkaban. It took weeks for them to stop, and a few detentions. I’ve spent most of my Hogwarts career fussing over my potions essays and trying to keep near perfect grades in all of my classes. Which is odd for a Potter, I realize, but… I’m not into the whole quidditch thing and, really, what else is there? I think Lily hates me… Which is fair considering the last few years I’ve just sort of pushed everyone away. Even Rose, who I'm pretty sure Lily thinks I replaced her with. I can see why she thinks that, seeing as we're the same age. And we did bond over that a little bit. But in reality, I’m in this bubble that I can’t seem to get out of. With Lily's personality, though, I’m not sure a simple apology would do the trick.

→sayI’m looking forward to this competition with Beauxbaton and Durmstrang. With all the new students, maybe something exciting will happen. Hogwarts can be rather monotonous. And I need something to take my mind off of O.W.L.s. Oh God, I’m going to fail them.

And I'm a little weird...

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→sayanti-social;;
.....This is mostly because of that incident with Scorpius Malfoy. I like to keep to myself and work on my potions or other homework. I talk to other students, but only if they prompt the conversation first--most of the time. Exceptions have been made. I really hate this about myself, but I'm not confident enough to just talk to people. What if they absolutely reject me? Or what if all they want is the son of Harry Potter? I can't give them that. I'm not sure if there's anyone out there that I'm absolutely perfect for.

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.....Okay, this is... weird, as it conflicts with another personality trait of mine. However, whenever I'm feeling extremely upset I become... uncontrollable in a way. I usually never display the emotion that I'm feeling, but I will lash out to anyone within reach. Which, of course, is the absolute wrong thing to do, but I can't help it. It's just who I am. I suppose this is one of the reasons people avoid me. I got angry one time in potions class when my partner added in the wrong ingredients.... I now hear people groan if they're partnered with me.

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.....I'm not good about spreading my attention. I'm not good when other people share their attention either. I like to have one on one conversations rather than being in an entire group. I'm not sure where this came from, but it's something I've never been able to break. I always make other students set up "appointments" with me if they need me, to ensure that I won't speak with them at the same time. It's weird, I realize. I'm weird. I've learned to deal with that over the years.

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.....It's the entire reason I'm in Slytherin. I've learned accept the fact that I'm a snake, even if some of my other family members aren't all that thrilled with it (such as my mother or Uncle George). I've always known what I want for myself. I want a decent job that doesn't have me risking my neck all the time, something that shows a strength of wit and intelligence rather than magical strength. So I've always worked really hard on my grades. I also want to prove to people that I'm not just my father's son. I'm my own person, no matter how much we look alike.

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.....Yeah, I think this shocked a lot of my family members. Not that we're a dumb family or anything, it's just that no one ever tried as hard as I do. Except for Aunt Hermione, but she's of a completely different breed. I suppose Rose is just as, if not more intelligent than me, but she's also Aunt Hermione's daughter. If it weren't for my ambition, I think I would've had a shot at Ravenclaw. Possibly not with my Herbology grade, though. What a dreadful class.

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.....Okay, do not even think about making fun of me for this. I've mentioned being really into potions and my homework, right? Well, I have a system. There are multiple drafts involved and, honestly, I think it's too complicated to really explain. It's worst with potions, as that's most important to me (and, ironically, the class that comes easiest). It sort of ran over to things like my room/living space and how it should be set up. That hasn't gotten to bad. I like to think of it has having standards to live by, but most everyone else just calls me a**l.

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.....I don't like to talk about my problems. I could never say anything to dad, because he always thought people were using the Dark Arts against our family; sometimes I wonder if someone snuck a fwooper feather into his want. Anyway, mom and Lily were girls so there was just no question there. There was James, but he had this uncanny ability to just make fun of me for anything, even if he didn't mean to. So I just stopped talking about things that were bothering me. I never mentioned the Scorpius incident to anyone else, even though I really wanted to. I wish I had someone to talk to, but I don't think I can really trust anyone anymore.

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.....Yeah. This should probably be obvious at this point, but I'm not sure of myself. It's half the reason (you know, besides ambition) that I push myself so hard. I want to make sure that I'm actually worth something. A lot of the time I don't think I am. I think that's how everyone else thinks of me too. Which might not be true, but Scorpius really did scar me for life. Man, I wish I could just say something to him and maybe that would fix my ******** up personality.

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✭ potions
✭ peace&&quiet
✭ being warm
✭ music;; muggle&&magical
✭ cats
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☁ snakes
☁ crowds
☁ winter
☁ D.A.D.A
☁ being compared to dad
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I've got two extra tidbits, really. The first is that I want to travel the world. It's kind of silly, but I want to see all the witches and wizards that are out there, not just here. While I'm traveling I sort of want to dig around in ancient ruins. Which is why I pay real close attention in Ancient Runes. Some day this class is going to do me a lot of good!

The second thing is (and am I mostly ashamed of this)... I took a dare at the beginning of the year and lost. Miserably. So I had to get a tattoo as punishment. I was able to choose, but the only inspiration I had as they had me me held down in a chair in the common room was our house emblem. So I'm now forever a Slytherin. Not that it's bad, it's just... I dunno, I think I could've come up with something so much better for a first tattoo. It's on the left hand side of my lower back. I think it can just barely be seen above my jeans, which is why I don't bend over much anymore... Don't need anyone but my housemates knowing about that one.

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xoxoxoxo♛ SOPHIALOUISEBENTLEY

Formally, I am Sophia Louise Bentley. Commonly, I am Sophia, Miss Bentley, or Bentley. I do not answer to anything other, and pay no heed to pet names and silly nicks. Sophia is Greek for 'wisdom', Louise is Germanic and French for 'fame and war'. Bentley is English for 'bent grass clearing' - original, huh? I was born on the 00 of [month], sixteen years ago - making me both a [sign] and sixth year. I am quite obviously a female, and also a closet-lesbian. However, I give the impression of almost being asexual due to my aversion from sexual and romantic interactions with either gender populace.

7in ROWAN WOOD, UNICORN HAIR CORE ♛ ENIGMA, COLD, DISTANT, PROPER, PERFECTIONIST ♛ SLYTHERIN

I'm looking in a mirror. Its looking back at me. No, wait - my reflection is looking back at me. But so is the mirror. I think it can talk, but keeps it a secret so one day it can scare me. I wonder what it wants to say - compliment me, or make snide remarks? Oh well. It doesn't matter - I wouldn't believe it if it called me ugly or similar. I know I'm pretty, pretty and witty. My black hair is long, and thick. Running my hands through it, it feels like silk. Satin. Soft. I don't weigh much - 100lbs at most. I don't own scales. I go by guess, or want. I'm still looking at myself, staring with steel blue eyes. Pretty eyes, my eyes. One day I'll be beautiful. I'll have a tan instead of white skin, I'll fix my nose. My nose annoys me. I wont grow taller then 5'5", I'm 5'4" now - just one more inch.

One day, I'll be beautiful.

CLASSY. ICY. COLD. ENIGMA. PERFECTIONIST. ♛ SLY. SASSY. SWAGGER. SERPENTINE. SARCASTIC. ♛ IMPENETRABLE. PROPER. LONELY. SECRET DREAMER. ♛ b***h. CALCULATING. HESITANT. INTELLIGENT. WITTY. FICKLE.

Blue Russians are totally loving creatures, without being overwhelmingly affectionate. They are quiet and regal, the independent aristocratic – or aristocat. They have a strong, real personality, and retain their royal and elitist demeanor while being intensely loving and devoted to their family and other pets.

I truly love them, which is why I breed them. They are of the purist of blood, and are beautiful creatures. One of the newest additions is Eva, a young kitten who is here at Hogwarts with me for my sixth year.

WIT. SARCASM. INTELLECT. SOCIALIZING. WOMEN. ♛ DELIBERATION. HESITATION. AUTHORITY. TIDINESS. DANCING. ♛ CHARMS. TRANSFIGURATION. SIBLINGS. FAMILY. HONESTY. GOOD LIARS.

I happen to be in an arranged marriage. I do not like it, and nor does he as far as I am aware. I do not like men, either, though I am content to be friendly with him - he has no choice, just as I do not. Otherwise, I see most men as chauvinistic pigs. They are foul, vile creatures - much like dogs.

MESS. STUPIDITY. FACADES. ♛ PUMPKIN JUICE. CHOCOLATE. PUREBLOOD ELITISM. HER UNCLE. ♛ CHARMS. TRANSFIGURATION. SIBLINGS. FAMILY. HONESTY. GOOD LIARS.

SOPHIA - BIRTH

I remember it like it was yesterday, the birth of my wearer-to-be. At that time, I was still wrapped around the finger of Vienna Mayr-Bentley, pressing into the soft, large hand of Amadeus Mayr as Vienna crushed it in her vice-like grip as if to try and show Amadeus a fraction of the pain she experienced. Occasionally, Vienna's screams surrounded me, but for the most part it was the sound of her heavy breathing, grunts and groans, and the cooing of Amadeus and the midwife. I have never grasped a good understanding of the passing of time, but I do know it was a long while before the cord was finally cut and the screaming of a baby girl filled the room. Wrapped in the finest blanket, still bloody and moist, she was passed first to her father, who wasted no time in greeting his first child, before passing her on to the awaiting mother. Vienna cradled the child, bringing its mouth to her breast, and as the small hands reached to kneed soft flesh and tug and pull with teethless gums, Vienna spoke over the head covered with thick, black mattered hair, three words that would identify my successor for the first time.

"Sophia Louise Bentley."

SOPHIA - AGE EIGHT

"Sooooooooooooofe." The word drew out, not for the first time that day, in a high pitched whine that to Sophia's ears seemed to tremble on the verge of breaking in two like an opera singers wine glass. Sophia, as she had been doing, ignored it - focusing on her book rather than answering the annoying six year old she was told to 'play and make nice with while the adults talk'. Sophia sneered to herself briefly, her eyes pausing mid-scan of the page. It was at this point that another whining "Sofe" echoed around her, and she ground her teeth as if to drown out the sound. She was a proper lady at only eight years old, and she failed to see why her 'playmate' acted to childish. That they were both still children was besides the point - what wasn't was that they we're pureblood girls, who would be raised as dutiful children and loving wives. This meant that they did not whine or call each other pathetic, idiotic, annoying names that the called obviously didn't like as they blatantly ignored it.

"Sofe, Sofe, Sofe, Sofe, Sofe, Sofe, Sofe..." the rapid repetitions of the name grayated against Sophia's ears, and she had to check herself twice before she could resume reading. It was a few minutes after she ha tuned out the demanding of the child that she answer, that she heard pattering feet running in the direction of their respective mothers. Looking up slowly, Sophia didn't have to strain herself to hear the child whose name she had already forgotten, complaining to the adults that 'Sophia's being mean and wont answer meeeee". Bookmarking her page and setting the book aside, Sophia stood with deliberate slowness, brushing nonexistent creases from her black silk robes, before moving on delicate steps towards the three.

"Sophia, why are you ignoring poor Audrey?"

Ah, so that's her name.

"I remember her name, it would be wise and respective of her to remember mine. It is Sophia. Not Sofe."

With her frostily polite answer given, Sophia returned to her previous seat for her book before escaping the room and taking up fort in the library for the rest of the day.

SOPHIA - ELEVEN

"Oi, So-Bent!"

The first year Gryffindor's voice carried down the busy corridor, passing several people towards one in particular: his Slytherin victim - or object of affection if it is to be believed that boys tease the girls they like. Sophia Louise Bentley paused, one foot raised, a hand reaching for the staircase banister. Grinding her teeth (something which had become a nasty habit of hers ever since her forced interactions with an annoying, whiney-voiced little brat), Sophia began to consider ignoring the Gryffindor and to continue on her way, but another foul name aimed at her whipped her from that train of thought and towards one more along the lines of shutting the stupid lion up once and for all. Turning, Sophia hung her leather shoulder-bag on the banister, moving to meet the Gryffindor half way.

Craig was his name - a frustrating, pig-headed fool who had annoyed Sophia since she first set eyes on him. Craig failed to see the warning signs as Sophia moved in on him, and when she drew her wand and pressed its tip into his throat, partially blocking off his wind-pipe, it was his turn to freeze in midstep. Sneering at him, Sophia moved one step closer and brought her knee up while Craig's focus was on her wand, bone connecting with his family jewels and causing him to double over and cup his hands protectively. A low blow, but an effective one.

"My name is Sophia. Or rather Miss Bentley to the likes of you, mudblood."

A small crowd had gathered to witness the encounter, but Sophia ignored them as she returned to her bags and continued on her way to her next class. Her expression was a blank sheet, but her mind was on fire with rushing thoughts. It was the first time she had used the term mudblood - a term which she had only really heard being used in excess in the Slytherin common room. It left a dirty taste in her mouth, but somehow she knew that was the first step to the final road.

SOPHIA - TWELVE

The bustling streets of London jostled Sophia and Vienna Bentley as their slight forms moved towards a tucked away boutique. If it had been her choice, Sophia never would have stepped foot among these large crowds of muggles, and she had questioned her mother several times already as to why they could not just apparate or travel by floo to get to the boutique. Vienna had explained with endearing patience each time, that the boutique was muggle and so they had to arrive by muggle means.

As they hurried along, Sophia occupied herself by staring into windows of shops they passed. As they neared the tiny boutique which held a renowned muggle seamstress, a shabby looking bookstore caught her eye. It looked well-cared for, but old in a way that could not be hidden. Despite this, it gave the shop an air of intrigue which Sophia instantly grasped on to, and she almost fell over when she stopped and her mother kept walking.

"Pick up your feet, darling, we're going to be late."

Sophia nodded, suddenly demure as she hurried to match her mothers pace, though she continued to crane her head and stare back at the shop until the crowd and a door hid it from sight.

A short time later found mother and daughter settled on cushioned seats, conversing with the seamtress. Well, Vienna conversed - Sophia's mind was too settled on the bookstore. As soon as there was a lapse in conversation and the seamstress went to select certain fabric samples, Sophia touched her mothers arm to grab her attention and asked in her most pleasant voice if she could browse the bookstore they had passed while Vienna discussed fabrics and designs. Vienna thought for a moment, deciding whether it was safe, and finally conceded that it was close enough for Sophia to go on her own - with the requirement that she be gone no more than forty minutes exactly.


Thirty five minutes later, Sophia emerged with five large and dusty volumes, two of which she recognized as rare books from the wizarding world, which she had purchased for an astonishingly low price. There were many more volumes within the stores walls which she had wished to purchase, but being unable to carry them all she had to settle with the five she carried with the promise she would return in the near future. The crowd had thinned by this time, and those that did walk past Sophia, for the most part, were kind enough to swerve out of her way. That was, until, one glance in the opposite direction sent her bumping into a large form and balancing precariously on one foot. An equally large hand reached out to balance her, and Sophia apologized and thanked the buff man with her frosty politeness. He grinned at her, and for a moment a sinisterness about him left Sophia afraid, and she hurried to step around the man, and was blocked.

"Sis! What took you so long! We've been waitin' for ages," the man spoke, his voice loud enough for passerby's to hear and soften their suspicions. Startled, Sophia stared up at the man.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about." Unlike the man, Sophia didn't think to lift her voice so passersby would hear - instead it was her inside voice, quiet and feminine. The man grinned down at her, a toothy smile that was nearly a sneer, and grabbed her arm in a vice grip. Now thoroughly alarmed, Sophia began to struggle - both with the books and pulling her arm away from the man.

"Let go of me!"

"Hush, hush little sis. I know you're angry at Marie, but you can't stay away from home forever." The stranger then added in a hiss meant only for Sophia's ears. "Keep your trap shut and walk or I'll snap your arm."

The hand on Sophia's arm tightened, and she he was definitely capable of carrying out his thread. Frightened to silence, Sophia allowed herself to be led, not sure where they were heading until a car door opened a metre away and Sophia was steered towards. Starting to panic in excess, now, Sophia forget the previous arm-breaking threat, and began to struggle, shouting now as fear overwhelmed her.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO LET GO YOU FILTH!" Even now, what she had learned from her fellow Slytherins within the halls of Hogwarts fought to the front of her mouth, and she scratched at the man holding her. For a moment, she wished she had her wand - she didn't know much magic that could help her now, but she could use a jinx or something to get away.

Before any help could rush forward, Sophia was being pushed into the back seat of the car, her head knocking into the door frame as they pulled her in from the inside.Any common sense she had retained 'til this point had vanished when she hit her head, and now Sophia struggled against the dizziness and faintness that threatened to overcome her and render her completely harmless. Finding herself on the brink of unconsciousness as the man who had first grabbed her began to enter the car and pull the door closed, she did something she thought she'd never be able to do. She performed wandless and wordless magic, without even intending to. Something more powerful than the general childhood accidents, something that saved her.


Sophia awoke three days later in St. Mungos, to see her five books piled neatly beside her and her pale, stressed-looking mother asleep only due to sheer exhaustion beside her bed. she later learnt that when she had neared unconsciousness, the more primitive and irrational side of her magic (which every wizard and witch posses, and which is mostly emotionally-invoked) had created a large magical explosion that demolished the front of the car, knocked out the two men in the back seat, and sent her into a brief a coma as her body rested. Later investigations led to the conclusion that an unknown wizarding source had hired the men to kidnap her, though the reason wasn't disclosed.

SOPHIA – HOGWARTS: A HISTORY

Hogwarts. A despicable place, where I must live in slimy dungeons of green and gold among pureblood elitists and half-blood would-be’s and have-beens. It was here, in the Slytherin common room of my first year that I picked up the ghastly habits of ‘mudbloods’, ‘filth’ and other such elitistist ways. I loathe those who use it, and laothe myself – but I continue to use such names, and day by day, I find myself growing to loathe those of lesser blood or superiority… and muggles.

I cannot say my time here has been enjoyable. Bearable, but no t enjoyable. I crave that time where I will be free to do as I will – but that will never be the case. School is simply a mandatory completion I must go through – it in no ways prepares me for the life of marriage and child bearing which I will be forced into as soon as I am of age. Only one year to go, only one.

SOPHISTICATED WOMAN

YOURS TRULY
SOPHIA LOUISE BENTLEY
of the
- a b r a x a n - r a w r universe

[- x live not on evil x -]

❝they call me MR. PIG!!!❞
Niko, Nick, or Nicky

❝i'm not that old yet, kid❞
Eighteen years young

❝and on the eighth day, GOD created me❞
January 19
(feminine introverted Capricorn mixed with masculine extroverted Aquarius qualities - yes, astrology does get quite complicated)

❝what's goin' on downstairs?❞
*dangle dangle* =D
it's a boy!
*slice*
now it's castrated D;
(nah, that didn't happen)

❝don't drop the soap!❞
Straight as a nail ( but are they really straight? especially after being hammered a few times. oh boy.)

❝get that stick out of me face.❞
14 inches, Dragon heart strings, ivy – a powerful core with a strong, uncommon wood surrounding it; nothing soft and squishy here, fellas

❝well ain't you a bottle o' sunshine❞
ambition is the way of the criminal idealist

❝home is where the heart is❞
Slytherin

❝pretty fly for a WHITE guy❞


Like many boys, Niko started small and sprouted into a giant over a single summer. At eighteen years old, he is 6’2” and close to his full height, with shoulders that will broaden by the time he is twenty-five. He has large hands and feet, long legs, and a strong torso. His face is stuck in that stage between baby fat and maturity, which, he learned from basic psychology, implies that he would make a good family man, but also quite aggressive when provoked. His hair is short, medium brown, and messy, and his eyes are a dark green. He wishes to sport a unique beard like his uncle; alas, it will take a few more years of sculpting to achieve the perfect look. Otherwise he is lightly tanned from his outdoor activities and can be described as quite a huggable character.

❝gather round and I'll tell you a STORY❞


Nikolai was born to a Serbian mother and a French-English father who raised him to be a polite but tough adult. He grew up as the oldest of two brothers and a sister. But they were not the only ones that occupied his house, for with them lived three dogs (a Great Dane and two bloodhounds), his grandmother, and his father's brother, Keith. His family played a large role throughout his childhood, and as he nears graduation and adulthood, he dreads leaving them behind.

Although his parents are a witch and a wizard each from pureblood families of their own, his father’s family specialized in Muggle communications, and therefore they maintained a “low-magic lifestyle,” which meant that they only used magic in circumstances when going without magic would be a horrible inconvenience. “This prevents us from taking our magical powers for granted,” his father lectured one sweaty summer afternoon while under the hood of a fifteen-year-old car. “It is important to preserve what energy you have and view the problem from various perspectives. Ask yourself, ‘Must I use magic here or is there another way around it?’” Niko took these words to heart; he repeats them whenever he finds himself in some sort of trouble which his peers would normally solve through a jinx or a charm.

In his younger days, he was a quiet child, thoughtful, introverted, and not very social. His mother worried that he might be autistic. Several psychological evaluations concluded he was not autistic, simply not very open. So instead of sending him to Hogwarts when first summoned, his parents decided to work with him to become more sociable in a relaxed setting rather than throwing him into a place with thousands of strangers of all ages—a place which, at that time, they believed would have worsened his situation.

His parents enlisted the help of his Uncle Keith, who took him on outings throughout the region and introduced him to children his age, old ladies, and everyone in between, so that he may become accustomed to dealing with different kinds of people. He enjoyed most the times they went hiking, visited a farm, volunteered at a pet shop, and spent the weekends in the garage carving figures out of wood. At the end of the following summer, Mama, Papa, and Nana agreed that Niko had made stupendous progress in communication skills as well as responsibility. Their expectations for him rose.

Before sending him away for his first year of pure wizardry, Uncle Keith bought a few dragon heartstrings off a friend who worked with gigantic magical creatures and crafted Nikolai’s wand himself with homegrown ivy. The first and second years of schooling were the toughest. He wrote almost constantly to his family, writing each of them separate personalized letters which sometimes they shared and sometimes they didn’t. By his third year, he knocked the letters down to twice a month, and maintained that average for the rest of his schooling except for times when he become unusually busy. Family always came first in Niko’s priorities. He intended to marry at a young age.

The greatest achievement of his third year was making the Slytherin Quidditch team. He had faced several failed tryout attempts in his second year despite relentless practicing, so when at last he became a Beater, it no longer mattered to him if the team won or lost; he could play and do his best, and that was all he cared about. He made a few friends, though maintained a calm and introverted approach to conversations. As he aged and played and worked, he learned to become more open, with help from his best friend, James Potter. Nikolai considered himself honored to be friends with the offspring of Harry Potter, and so devoted himself to James and his siblings in much the same way as he devoted himself to his own family.

Along with that, he began to look to and plan for his future. He decided he wanted to be a businessman and get involved in something that would benefit the magical community. He set goals for himself to achieve by the time he graduated, which determined the classes he would take and what activities he would participate in. During his fifth year, he became a prefect and studied the school rules closely. Soon he realized he could not balance both Quidditch and the responsibilities of a prefect. Therefore, to the disappointment of his peers and especially his friend James, he dropped out of the Quidditch team mid-sixth year.

This year, he is the Head Boy, yet another honor he takes seriously, although he does miss Quidditch. His relationship with his sister, who turned out to be a Squib, is also strained. The missing Minister and strange happenings only make his compassion worse. Oh, yes. Compassion can be a bad thing.

❝i'm always well behaved! ...well, mostly❞


As implied above, Nikolai can be overly compassionate. He has a tendency to worry and jump to conclusions. Sometimes he overanalyzes simple gestures or phrases. He is both introverted and extroverted, depending on who he is with. He is always welcoming to people he doesn’t know—or at least he tries to come off that way, but since he is also a little awkward (particularly around girls, although he calls himself straight *pfft*), he may not always seem as warm as he intends.

His loyalty seldom shifts, though he may come off as a coward in some situations. If it’s any consolation, he also comes off as a slight homophobic, making it all the more fun to tease him. He prefers order and silence to noise, though he is not immune to the power of a good party. He angers easily when it comes to certain subjects. Above everything, he is ambitious and wishes to gain power over others quickly so that he may see his ultimate goals to the end. Luckily for most of you, these goals are largely beneficial.

❝hm... what's in this bag of GOODIES?❞

animals ♥ kind and generous people ♥ smiles and other forms of positive reassurance ♥ Quidditch ♥ Transfiguration ♥ DADA ♥ History of Magic ♥ solid planning and advanced notice

❝this just BLOWS, man!❞

animal cruelty ✖ those who give Slytherin its bad reputation ✖ people who burst his personal space bubble without asking ✖ …rain. Damn you, rain. D;

❝well ain't you SPECIAL.❞

⇒

Sometimes, Niko sees himself as the Minister of Magic. And sometimes, even his daydreams go wrong.

⇒

A few of his robes are stained due to an unfortunate accident in Potions class during his sixth year

⇒

Did we already mention that females of any age make him very, very uncomfortable? It’s true.

❝and the WINNER is...❞
BlondieKilledTheMuffinMan

❝if you like pina coladas...❞
"Arise" - Flyleaf

❝pretty in pink~❞
#C9C299 and #9E7BFF

[- x live not on evil x -]

❝++ I δяэαм of the days when work was șςяαρρч, ++ яαяэ in our pockets the мαяк of the мїиτ,

When we were αиġяч ++ ρѳѳя ++ ћαρρч; ++ ρяѳцδ of seeing our иαмэș in ρяїиτ.❞

My name is Aeneas. Aeneas Daedalus Vasilakis. I have yet to see the point in calling myself anything else. I was born and raised in Italy until we moved here when I was nine, but my family are Greek. Mother comes from a very, very long line of pureblood Greek wizards and the Chimera scale fragment in my wand comes from the wand of my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather on my mother’s side. Father is also Greek and also a pureblood, but his bloodline is originally Romanian, their family only having moved to Greece in the last century, which is why my skintone isn't as dark as most Greeks.

I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and am in the Sixth year. I am the oldest in my year – having turned 17 on September the 1st. If for some inexplicable reason you couldn’t tell, I am male. All the better to pass on father’s family name.

My wand is 13 and a half inches and made of Italian Cypress. Cypress is an evergreen softwood, but it has many of the properties of harder, stronger woods. It resists splitting, warping, checking, splintering and cracking. Cypresses have been associated with the Greek God of the Underworld for a long time. It's excellent for use in Transfiguration and the Dark Arts. It's a sturdy wand, which is about as strong as softwoods like Cypress get. Its core is made from Dragon Heartstring but it also contains a fragment of Chimera Scale - mother's most important family heirloom. Needless to say it's a very, very powerful wand.

❝ The offspring of Riches: ρяїδэ, ѵαиїτч, ѳșτэиτατїѳи, αяяѳġαиςэ, τчяαиич❞

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I am a slytherin. Not that there was ever any chance of me being placed anywhere else.

You may have noticed that at no point have I mentioned my sexuality. This is because I am what people call "Pomo"Sexual [Post Modern]. It essentially means that I like to avoid sexual orinetatian labels such as "heterosexual" or "homosexual". Pomosexuality is beyond the boundaries of gender, separatism and essentialist notions of sexual orientation. Don't say you weren't warned.

❝I like |їѵїиġ. I have sometimes been ωї|δ|ч, δэșραїяїиġ|ч, αςцτэ|ч мїșэяαв|э, яαςкэδ with șѳяяѳω, but through it all I still know quite ςэяταїи|ч that just to be α|їѵэ is a ġяαиδ thing.❞

мч |їƒэ șѳ ƒαя...

September 1st. 17 years ago.

My mother is in labour, in a hospital in the greatest city in the world - Roma. I weigh 9lbs 2oz - which is very big for a baby - and I already have thick, black hair. Father is in the corner, enjoying a rather unpleasant reunion with his breakfast.

September 4th. The same year.

I am legally named Aeneas Daedalus. Aeneas meaning "to praise" and Daedalus meaning "craftsman". I am named after the Trojan hero of Virgil's "The Aeneid" and the father of Icarus, designer of King Minos' Labyrinth. I take my father's surname, Vasilakis, meaning "Royal".

Six Months Later

I take my first step. In three months time I will be a proficient walker and take my first accidental ride on a broom.

Fastforward three years

My very first accidental magic. It was a beautiful thing. I was playing with father's wand for probably only the second time in my entire life and I blew up the grand piano in the hall. Mother and Father were so proud.

My 9th Birthday

Mother and Father announce that we are to be leaving Roma. Needless to say, I was devastated, but I took their decision with good grace, though I did not know the reason why.

3 Months, 2 weeks and 4 days later.

I see England for the first time in my life. Within the first two hours of being here I have gathered that it is always cold, it always rains, its cities are ugly and it is positively muggle infested. Not long after I will learn that Hogwarts is the only available school and that it too is a haven for filth. Why did Mother and Father decide to move us here, again?

My Eleventh Birthday

I receive a letter from Hogwarts stating that I am to be attending their school as of... Well, my Twelfth birthday. I find it rather disheartening that my birthday falls on the first day of term every year. Mother and Father, however, seem pleased and present me with my very own wand for the first time, handcrafted by father using mother's heirloom wandcore and Cypress from a tree that used to grow in our garden at home, in Italy. It reminds me very much of home, and the importance of family. The wand and I could not be more compatible and I could not be happier or have received a better or more meaningful gift.

My Twelfth Birthday/My first day at Hogwarts.

Had to ride the train all the way here not knowing who the pure-blood families are in this country. Thankfully, I manage to find a carriage to myself and am not forced to sit with mudbloods. I hear talk about the different houses and instantly know that I want to be placed in Slytherin.

I am last out of everyone to be sorted and am placed in Slytherin house, as hoped expected.

❝иѳτћїиġ makes one so ѵαїи as being told one is a șїииэя. ςѳиșςїэиςэ makes эġѳτїșτș of us all.❞

I am tall. I am around 6"4', and I've still got about an inch of growing left in me. I am of medium build, neither skinny, nor particularly muscular, nor overweight. I have thick, black, messy, curly hair, which looks dark brown in certain lights, and olive-tan skin with the occasional freckle. I have deep, rich, blue eyes with a green ring around the pupil and full lips of a slightly pinkish shade. My nose is a relatively average size and shape, straight with the slightest of slight turnups at the end. My teeth are immaculately straight and white, giving me a very attractive smile. My ears are small, and usually hidden behind my hair. I have long arms, long legs, and a long neck. I also have unusually bony shoulders. I never really understood that.

❝There are things man was иѳτ meant to know and, α|αș, I already know too many of them.❞

Likes

• Transfiguration
  
• Dark Magic
  
• Italy
  
• Owls
  
• Challenges


Dislikes

• Muggles
  
• Mudbloods
  
• Muggle Studies
  
• Idiots
  
• People lacking in tact


Other

• He is an EXCELLENT liar.
  
• He is FULLY capable of hiding certain aspects of his personality from specific people and does it often.
  
• He is highly unpredictable.
  
• He despises authority but respects it nevertheless, and often maintains a facade of humility and all-around niceness when faced with authority figures.


Puppeteer: Eggplant Panini

Song: Toxicity - System of A Down.

Colors:
• DarkCyan
• Teal
• LightSeaGreen
• MediumTurquoise
• LightBlue

[- x live not on evil x -]

Slytherin OC [m/f] goes harr~

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