Name : Darius De Marchand (I'd like to snag
This Mini please?)
Gender : Male
Age : 15
Grade : 5th Year
House : Slytherin
Ethnicity : Caucasian
Hair Color : Red with black tips
Eye Color : Brown
Pet : Great Horned Owl named Puris
Wand : Holly with Dragonheart String
Family :Mother: Lilias De Marchand: An author of Wizarding lineologies, she is very intent on the idea of purity. However, thanks to some recent rises in powerful Witches and Wizards who are not 'Pure Blood', such as the famous Harry Potter or his friend Hermione, she's found herself adding some not so pure lines to her books, because she was loosing buyers.
Father: Averius De Marchand: Wealthy enough not to worry about working, he is, oddly, an avid gardener. He doesn't care about purity, much, he lets his wife worry about that. He loves his garden. He loves collecting rare plants, magical and not, of an ornamental nature, and trying to get them to grow.
Sister: Orchidia De Marchand: 11 years old, a First Year at Hogwarts. Oddly, she's a Ravenclaw. She seems to take more after her father in her attitude about purity, which is to say others can worry about it. She's more interested in learning how to be a great witch, a clever one. She loves potions and charms.
A Bit About Him/Her :Personality: Darius comes off as a snotty pure blood around others, at least at first. He was sorted into Slytherin for his pure blood views, but he has, over time at Hogwarts, learned better. His favorite classes are Potions and DADA, because he finds himself very good at that. His least favorite is Ancient Runes, he took it because his mother had pressured him into it and he is having a great deal of trouble with it. He hopes, greatly, to be able to avoid continuing it after his Owls.
He's thin, tall, and tends to have his hair pulled back when in a class that involves physical work. Otherwise he wears it loose around his face. He's slightly pale, but not too pale. He tends to wear simple blacks when he's not in school robes, because it doesn't risk stains when he's doing other things. He's not a big Quidditch fan, though he does enjoy watching it. He dislikes spiders, bees, and similar insects, due to an unpleasant incident on Holiday when he was 7. He loves reading a good novel, or spending time with his friends. He's done his best to make friends people in all of the houses, now that he's gotten past his foolish views.
A Moment By Himself/Herself :Darius was sitting in a corner of the library, trying to study. He was having issues, as usual, as he was working on Ancient Runes. He was taking notes, but shaking his head, frustrated indeed. Why did he have to take this stupid class? WHY had he let his mother convince him it was a good idea? All he knew now was it made his head ache and made very little sense to him. He was barely passing the class, because he had so much trouble.
After an hour, he gave up. He closed the book, controlling the urge to slam it shut , to avoid attracting Madam Flores's attention to what might be considered mistreatment of a book, and stands. He packs his things, and heads out, walking quietly. He looked out the windows, watching Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley walk by, hand in hand. He smiled slightly, thinking they were cute together, even if they... No. No. Nothing wrong with their bloodlines. He wasn't going to let himself make THOSE foolish mistakes again. It was blind to think bloodlines made better witches and wizards.
He continued on, nodding politely to anyone he passed, but saying nothing. He was in an introspective mood, not feeling like talking. He was pondering how much he had changed, from the boy who thought he was better then others because he was pure, to the young man he saw himself as. He felt he was a better person, because he had learned to not judge, or at least stop himself when he started to do so. He was, he felt, a better person for his time here. At this thought, he looked up and realized he was in the dungeons, and at the entrance to the Slytherin house. He murmured the password, then slides inside as the door opens. His quiet time alone was over, it seemed, as others were there. Ah well. He'd have another time to himself soon, and now... it was time to see his Housemates.
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