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JUST SAY GOODNIGHT
I’LL COME IF I COULD CHANGE
I’D KEEP AWAY THE RAIN
THE SUN WOULD SHINE EVERY NIGHT
I’LL MEET YOU THERE SOMEDAY
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 NOTT, FELIX THEODORE
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Group: FASHION DESIGNER.
Posts: 4
Member No.: 89
Joined: 11-August 08
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FELIXtheodoreNOTT.Shut up, come back , No i didn't really mean to say that
I'm mixed up, so what , Yea you want me so you're messed up too
I love you, I hate you, If you only knew what i've been through
   IN MY MIND I’VE BEEN THERE
general information FULL NAME:• Felix Theodore Nott
FELIX comes from the roman language, meaning lucky or succesful. I think that suits me right to the ground, whether you think so or not. And to be truely honest, I dont give a toss what you think. Its a popular christian name, and being brought up in a christian family, its damn typical for me to be brought up with a name like that. Yeah, sure I was a devote christian once doesn't mean I am today. I mean why believe in a god who lets a world be ripped into a on going conflict. Beats me. Theodore comes from the greek word Theodoros meaning Gift of God. I mean, come of it. My parents think im something so superior to others. Yeah I might be. But im not everything they think I am. God or no god, I am no gift. To some maybe, but the majority of the world no way. I don't even understand why on earth I was given these names. Once I was proud of them. Now I just want them to crash and burn. Nott Don't even get me started on this. Seriously. Nott is a bald man or someone who keeps their hair like extremly short. Its also a meaning for cattle or tree's , and so in terms of a last name, a herdsman or someone who lived near a stunted tree. Makes me think of a monk, which once again refers to the whole idea of god. I just wish I could get it out of my head. NICKNAMES:• Fe, Fel, Lex, Flex
Yeah, the only things anyone can call me. I never want to hear my full name. I don't care if its a mistake or not. You'll regret it straight away. I don't want to spend my life correcting people and getting more guilt on my back over a stupid name. So please just stick with Fe, Fel or Lex. There all abbreviations of my name, simply because Im not the type to come up with a name unlike the almighty lord voldemort. I don't appreciate misconceptions. I detest accidents. Think before you speak, and you'll be fine. Just remember that. I'll trepan it into your skull if I have to. I'll write it on your forehead. I don't care what your excuse is. Theres no excuse for rash thinking is there. Its your mouth. Your brain. Got it memorised?
Flex is for Ev and Ev only. Got it, or be imperised where the sun don't shine. GENDER:Male. Ok. That does mean I have a penis. No I don't have breasts. Just get the thought out of your head. God. Do I even look like a woman to you. Hang on please don't answer that. Just because I wear make up and have long hair does not make me a woman. So you can just piss of if that thought even enters your thought. If I hear it from the top of your tongue, you'll regret that to. If you look at my build, my face, you will see that I am an obvious male. I mean my voice has dropped like three octaves since my hogwarts days. I sound nothing like a woman. I suprised you even had to guess. Do you need glasses? I can get you a pair. Cursed or muggle specs. Your choice. Each as bad as each other. Just like you scum. AGE:• Twenty Five.
Its an age. Its how old you are. I mean, do you even need to know my age? I dont even think theres anything I really need to say. I've been alive for quite a while and have the wisdom and knowledge of a wiseman. So please dont mistrust me. I know what I'm talking about. But because I am such a wonderful guy, I shall admit that twenty five winters have passed since my birth. Twenty five years of twisted events. Some good. Some bad. Some tragic. Some you may know, some you may not. Either way I'm not telling you. Or atleast I hope I wont have to. BIRTHDAY: • December twenthy fifth
For once its not my parents fault, although I bet anything they planned for me to be born on this day and used some sort of spell to make me born early or late or something. Yes its the birth date of Jesus. Yes its christmas day. No I do not get extra presents. I get little to none if you must know. Even with the wealth of our family, I excluded myself from my parents, although Im still close with my sister. But why do I have to be the one with all the religious influences. It just doesnt make sense. Seriously. On the non-religious side, its in the harsh grip of winter. I always freeze on my birthday. Why couldn't I have been born on a wonderful summers day where I could just bathe and design clothes all day. BLOOD STATUS:• Pure blood
You think someone of my wealth, of my heritage would be anything less. Would the dark lord even offer anyone less of pure folk to be a member of the most admirable teams of people in all of the world. No. Meaning that being pure blood is a great priviledge. It gives me the advantage of unbroken history, gold in the coffers and well known fame through out the names woven in time. So please, don't speak to my like im some sort of mudblood or half born. RELATIONSHIP STATUS:• Its complicated.
Whilst being a member of the family, I was entirely sure that I didn't need love. Being a christian i deemed it a sin to even think of having sex before marriage, or even having a relationship at all. But during Hogwarts I went through a phase where i just wanted to shag every single woman I saw. Didn't go down to well with them. Although some of them were all up for it, until I let them down again. I did have a thing for the guys once i hit sixteen. Since then I haven't thought of having a woman in my bed. Its been guys guys guys since then. But there is one guy, his names Rosier. He's pretty sweet. This is my soft side kicking in, but I think we might actually get somewhere. RESIDENCE:• Oxford, Oxfordshire
a manor in Central Oxford, Broad street to be precise. Its right opposite a couple of the colleges. Yeah, Oxford is amazing. Its full of tourists and students, which is good as people are always coming and going and it gives you lots of time to yourself. But its a beautiful city. You haven't seen any beautiful city in England till you see Oxford. I call my home a manor, simply because it is rather large. Inherited through my family. Its near the sheldonion theatre, which is near the Bodlein Library. You wouldn't believe it, but theres actually a section in their for wizards and witches. I was shocked when I found out. From the attic window, you can see the Radcliffe camera. OCCUPATION: • Fashion Designer
I am a f ashion designer. Don't you dare even say its a muggle occupation. What if there weren't any fashion designers. Then people would either walk around naked or in drags. So please dont even label me a hypocrite. I design wonderful robes and outfits for any occasion. Give me an idea and I can draw it, make it and send it, sealed with a kiss if you wish. I can come up with the perfect oufit and colour to suit you to. Just a wonderful gift I possess. I aspire to have my own proper company one day. Im the best out there. Did you know that it was I who designed the masks for the death eaters. Or I wish I could have done. I think there a bit bland, ya'know. AFFILIATION:• Death Eaters
I mean, do you even need to ask. Im a pureblood. I think its highly unlikely I'm going to be anything else. Purebloods aligning themselves with that awful order of the phoenix should be killed. I mean, Does the old chrone dumbledore even think he's going to be able to beat us. Yeah, sure he beat Grindlewald, but he's nothing compared to Lord Almighty Voldemort. I think that being a death eater is just the thing. Don't you think that its just a wonderful thing to be a part of. The power, the control! God it makes most people go crazy, but for me, its what keeps me sane. How can be people cope with being so weak. Im suprised half of the wizarding populous even survive without it. But I must do my duty to my lord, who I have sworn my soul to, although my heart is being given to someone else. He's a bit to snake like for me, and im not the keenest of snake fans. FORMER HOUSE:• Slytherin
Yeah the snakes. Kidna hypocritical considering I hate the things. I mean there just so long and venomous. But anyhoo, its the insides that matter. I'm pretty cunning and sly when I want to be. Im openly arrogant, Im beautiful, Im powerful, Im a pureblood, Im everything a slytherin should be. Ok, so maybe I'm a bit to glamourous and Im not entirely sure if being gay is part of the slytherin motto, but do I care. Nope. The past is the past. Its the future im worried about. WAND: 11 and a half inches / fairy wings / Holly
The wand is quite shameful really. My dad wanted to give me his, but I refused. I wanted something new. So I went of to Ollivanders. None of the original cores seemed to work, but he did have one wand with a special core of fairy wings. My dad gave a laugh, I waved it and it seemed as though it was my soulmate. It wiped the smirk of his face. Its good for charmwork, although I still think Transfiguration was always my strong point. Holly is a wood which symbolises power. Yipee! I'm right handed, and so is my wand hand. I don't know what the size represents,. I don't even want to guess. No its not really that big you peeping tom. Just piss off. PATRONUS:•Banded Linsang
The banded linsang is a member of the Viverridae family, is very feline like. As a patronus, its very graceful, sleek, elegant. Instead of rushing straight to the trouble, it'll jump through the sky, leaving a trail of silver before leaping right to the heart of it. Just like him, the Linsang is a very solitary creature who prefers their own space and love nothing better then detatching themselves from the real world. His patronus is pretty unique as most people haven't even heard of them, and he just thinks its a pretty stunning thing to watch. VAULT NUMBER: • seven
My lucky number and my vault number. Arn't I the lucky one! So my vault has lots of spells and charms to protect the insides from intruders. I think I left my live suite of armour in there. I always forget to deanimate it. Maybe it'll chop you in half. One time when I was drunk., I asked the goblins if they could get me a tribe of Norweigen Ridgebacks. I dont think they took me seriously, because I still haven't got them yet. Damn little midgets. VAULT TYPE: [/LIST] HAIR: ''When I was born, my hair was fair, but as I grew older, it darkened until it became a dark brown. Today, its rather long, just brushing past my shoulders. Its styled and gelled every day, so it means I have to wash it frequently to make sure it doesnt all dry out or go greasy, beause that would be disgusting. Wouldn't you agree. But my hair, like eyes are brown in colour, just a lot darker. For once Im baffled because I cannot think of a nice enough brown to call it. Im forcing myself to say this. Mud brown. Ewwww.'' COMPLEXION: ''My skin, is pretty pale, despite my hair and eye colour. Most people with dark hair and eyes tend to have the darker skin tone, but I gained the complexion of my father. Mum was pretty hot, looking at the photos, I can see why all the boys were after her then. She was slim, pretty dark and had the most amazingist black hair and brown eyes ever. I seem to have inherited her eyes. But this about complexion, no? Dad was blonde, blue eyed and incredibly pale. So I kinda mixed with a bit of both and tan instead of burn and just have pale skin. The main hinderance is that if I get embaressed, its easy to tell. I flush a brigh shade of violet'' HEIGHT: Im rather tall you know, Mum and Dad were both tall people to, so I inherited the gene. I suppose at school I was always average. I never walked below people and I never walked looking down on them. More at there noses. But oh well. So, I suppose I can say at the age of twenty five I must be atleast five foot six, maybe five foot six point four five. But I couldnt swear on it. WEIGHT: As if. I mean, my weight is what I keep to myself. I mean, yeah I might not eat as much as I should, it doesnt mean im twiggy. Im not fat either. Im just average. Ok, maybe im below the average weight for my age group by a smal lmilestone, but it doesnt really show does it? So this information Im keeping enclosed thank you very much. BUILD: My build. Well my arms are really well toned because of my drawing ,sewing and making I do with them. I do more exercise with these babies then anywhere else. Thats my hands, but my hands are connected to my arms, so they get muscely too. And Im always at the gym thrice a week. So im pretty darn fit. I have a fabulous body to be proud of. Now if only I was a model, I'd be able to show all that off.. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: MAKE UP ALERT. Does make up even count as a distinguishing feature? I wear it on my eyes, sometimes put a bit of blusher on to give some colour to the cheeks, and maybe a dap of lipstick to paint my lips with. And you can't forget the nail varnish. Only one colour will do though. Black. Everything else stands out when your in the death eater robes, so you know, you have to make some compromises. I dont have any scars or anything, but one thing I do have is a death eater tattoo. And these things dont go a small price. God it hurts when they brand those onto you. Good magic though. You have to appreciate the lengths the man went to to get these things. I wonder if I can get one on my nipple. xD. Dad would hate that. Not that he'd know anyway, Thats it. Im not unusual. I have no scars, no piercings etc.. You know. Just the make up and tattoo ta. ] STYLE: Everything fashionable. I mean, muggle wear if I really overly have to, but I prefer making my own stuff to where. You might thing it sounds like a cheap thing to do, but when you see the quality of these things. I mean, there better then madam malkins stuff. Psh, trust me. Stupid beggar woman. Can't even tell the end of a spindle to a piece of thread. Swear she's deluded. I wear anything bright and colour unless its those dreaded black robes. You get so hot and sweaty in those. And those hideous masks. I mean, why where them. Yeah yeah to hide your identity. What about masquerade masks. There all pretty and everything. Wouldn't you think that maybe a pale shade of red and a prettyful silver masquerage mask. Now thats style. You mustn't forget the glitter and all that. Maybe i'll inform that boss. Or maybe not. What do you think? VOICE:It broke early. Just like puberty when it hit me. All pretty fast and rapid. Yeah my voice is kinda low. But charming. It has a soft side and a rough side. It doesnt croak, it doesnt vibrate (inside joke out of character. long story). Its just a wonderful oxonion voice. Posh and stuck up, just like me. Pip pip. So yeah, I think my voice is wonderful. Although, if I get emotional, you can tell because I go all quiet and weak. IN THE MORNING IT’LL FIND YOU
personality LIKES:Reading Rain Drawing Grey Skies Evan Spring Fashion Bright Colours Pastel Colours Magic Autumn Death Eaters Make Up Shopping Chocolate Flaunting himself His home His writing (all spidery and calligraphic) DISLIKES:Mudbloods Half Bloods The Cold The Order Albus Dumbledore Bad fashion Snow Winter Summer Clashing Colours Crowds Reall overly hot weather His secrets being revealed People being judgemental Snakes Coffins Being buried alive STRENGTHS:Charms Transfiguration Potions <3 Drawing and Making fashion So overly fashion and colour coordinated WEAKNESSES:I maybe too sensative and a too undeatheaterly to actually be a deatheater loveee Shopping Divination He cant draw hands xD HABITS:Comments on everybodies fashion and colour coord. Constantly preens himself Is always on the look out for new clothes and make up. HOBBIES:Shopping! Make UP! Designing clothes blimey this is repetative. He likes painting his nails BOGGART: • Being Buried Alive
]My boggart. Oh i really detest this thing. When we had to get rid of the on hiding in the staff room, I was all up for it to be a little snake or something, but I was wrong. I was suddenly engulfed in a small container. It seemed like a coffin. Suddenly I hear the shovels banging the ground, a rough sound of soil hitting hard on the coffin. I knew I was in a classroom and that I was safe, but I felt so scared, maybe the most afraid I think I've ever been. I screamed and banged on the coffin door. Thankfully the professor got rid of the boggart, but I was rather shaken afterwards. AMORTENTIA: •Lavender && Gingerbread && Passionfruit.
A wonderful infusion of Lavender, a sweet smelling herb, purple in colour. Its delightful for when trying to sleep. You should try it. It gives a romantic, seductive essence that really turns me on. As you inhale the mixture, its so strong that it will cling to your nostrils. But the strange thing is, you can taste gingerbread to. Its a stunning blend of herbs that seem to go so well together. The final smell is that of a gentle blend of passionfruit. Its sweet aroma is so faint, you can barely smell it unless you really breath in. This mixture really gets me going. Once im on it, im high for a long time. Its like my love drug. ERISED: • True Love, Romance and a fashion store.
Standing out side a grand fashion boutique, one I can proudly say as my own. Im standing next to a man, his face masked and faded. I still don't know who he is, but he's the love of my life. We're holding hands. We smile at each other. We gaze into each others eyes. We embrace shortly before breaking apart and heading to my home in Oxford. There we lay on the sofa, cuddling up to each other, eating popcorn and simply talking. All romance. DEMENTOR: • Disowned from the family.
I was seventeen years old. I was at the family home in Summertown, Oxford. Banbury Road to be precise.
Son. I think its best if you don't return to Hogwarts
Why the fuck would you think that?
Don't you dare swear at me boy.
Why the hell shouldn't I. Your saying I should go to some crappy church school in order to redeem myself of my sins. Which in all fairness are none of your damn buisness and..
Its not our buisness. How dare you boy. How dare you. Your seventeen and still living under the same rough as us. Meaning yoy abide to our rules.
Well if thats how its going to be, I'll leave this screwed up family. God doesn't even exsist. Face it. Why the hell would the world be such a mess if God exsisted. If he did, he's a very sick man.
HOW DARE YOU DEFACE THE NAME OF GOD. I WANT YOU OUT RIGHT NOW.
Jared, come on, he's angry
I remember dad simply swung himself at mum. It was horrible. He then took off and returned later on to say that he was sorry about hitting mum, but was glad I was gone. Even to thi day, I regret everything I said. What I'd do to see my mother again.. VERITASERUM: NOT THE VERITASERUM I FUCKING HATE THE STUFF! Im gay, a puff if you hadn't have guessed. Yes I love making clothes and designing them. I hate snakes. I think womens 'bits' are gross, but theres no denying most girls are stunning. Just not my type. I love to drink and get drunk. I hate cigarettes and yet there some how intoxicating. I get turned on by french accents. If I wasnt so interested and tied up with my death eater work and designing, I'd aspire to be a model or a singer. Alice in wonderland is the best book in the entire world. I want to find true love. I secretly regret leaving my family. I still love them and yet cant bring myself to apologising. Deep down I really feel like im doing the wrong thing. I don't think I can be a great deatheater. Im not ready to die. I really hate you for making me do this. I still cant drag myself to kill anyone. Yes i wear make up because I think it suits me. I do not cross dress whatever anyone says, and I dont care how feminine I come across. Pshhh. Go die. in a ditch somewhere. OWL SCORES: [if not taken, specify] astronomy: Acceptable
charms: Outstanding
defense against the dark arts: Outstanding
herbology: Outstanding
history of magic: Exceeds Expectations
potions: Outstanding
transfiguration: Outstanding
muggle studies: Come of it retard.
arithmancy: Outstanding
care of magical creatures: Exceeds Expectations
divination: Why? OVERALL DESCRIPTION [minimum 500 words]:THE TRUE ROMANTIC ;; Fe is a real sucker for everything about love. Enjoying everything from romancs novels to candle-lit dinner, it all becomes part of him. When reading the novels, he tends to get to absorbed and begins to yell at each character when having an affair or something. Thats how much he likes them. He loves roses, cuddles and kisses and although he would love sex, he still thinks that romance takes over passion. Yeah, its a real deep secret of him. I mean, you can't really imagine a death eater sniffing roses or candle lit dinners can you.
THE REBEL ;; Just like his school days with the others, he was always one of the lesser of the rebellious ones. As they passed through, this grew less and less so, nearly to an extent where their his friends thought him as a wimp. Because he soon buckled down to get on with his studies, they thought him strange. The rebellious and more evil side to him has been showing a lot more though, ever since he left his parents and joined the death eaters.
THE PHILOSOPHER ;; Despite his rebellious attitudes, Sirius does think about things alot, constantly thinking and analysing situations, even if he doesn't let on that thats what he's doing. He's pretty suprised that he managed to scrape through most of his theory parts of exams, but this is more then likely why. Its just a habit. Especially with thinking about how his life would have changed. If something that is similar with his past comes up in a conversation, he'll have a breakdown. The past tends to get to him, you know?
THE WARRIOR ;; Fighting for what he believes is right and what he believes in are all pretty common in his fighting spirit. He doesnt mind if he has to fight to do it either. He's a pretty powerful dueler, who many have lost to. Still he really boastful about it and rubs it in peoples faces. This make him even more powerful when confronted simply because he wants to show of. Because he has such an artistic talent, he will always try and use dazzeling combos of spells and hexes just to make him look even better. .
THE CHARMER ;; Oh when he wants to swoon someone of their feet, he knows exactly how to. With some background knowledge from the vast set of romances, he can easily charm someone, just like a snake to the pipe. Flirting is so simple when it comes to Felix Nott, when you have the perfect looks and the perfect smile. Oh charming has never been so easy.
THE ARROGANT GIT ;; God, the worst trait to him, whcih should be seen as a good thing considering who he is aligned with. He is damn arrogant, constantly thinking that he is higher and better then literally everyone else. He tends to look down on people, literally intimidating them. At school it would have been the Gryffindors, but now its for anyone against any of his pals, DE members or other formal likes he has.
HARD TO CRACK ;; Tough on the outside like leather, simply to protect him on the inside. An exoskeleton to keep his emotions safe. He always makes himself look tougher and more rebellious to hide his secrets and the way things make him feel. Only to protect himself from the bullying of the outside world. Yeah, he's strong and everything, but he just doesnt think that if anybody found out (especially the death eaters) he'd even live long enough to say narglepie.
FATHERLY ;; Despite his tough appearance, he loves people to come ask for his help. He loves to take care of people, make sure there happy and well. Looking over them and making sure they do things the right way. Protecting them if he must. This is a downside as he tends too close with people and if anything happens, he always blames it on himself. LET THE LIGHT SHINE AWAY
history PARENTS [name and blood]:FATHER '' JARED SIMON NOTT '' PUREBLOOD
MOTHER '' MARY EVE NOTT '' PUREBLOOD SIBLINGS:SISTER '' LISA NOTT '' PUREBLOOD OTHER [cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.]:GRANDPARENTS ''SUSAN&LUCY'' PUREBLOODS
''EDMUND&PETER'' PUREBLOODS
NEPHEW '' THEODORE NOTT' Named after me, cute eh? NATIONALITY:• British
Brought up in Oxford, This makes me an Oxonion. I have a british passport, british heritage, british everything. Unless you count my furniture. But yes, I am british and despite the whole english vs french thing in like everything, I think the french are rather awesome. Especially there accents. BIRTHPLACE:• Oxford, England
Yesiree! I was brought up in Oxford!! Home of the dreaming spires. I feel rather priveldged to have been born in such a wonderful place. Wow. Its such a great place to be, and its great for its shopping, although its not as good as London. Im still planning on a shopping trip to New York. Its supposed to be great for fashion. WEALTH: • Wealthy
I mean, we're pureblood. Would you expect anything else from someone as high up as us. We live in wonderful manors. We have galleons pouring from our backsides. We're like bursting with money. Ok, so I admit we're no where as wealthy as the malfoys, but we're close. I was spoilt as a kid, even in between sunday school and everything. i know my morals and should pertain this whole idea as having money to give the lesser advantage, but why when I can keep it all to myself. THE STORY [minimum 700 words]:Ahhh! The wonderful town of Oxford. Thats where both my parents met, I can assure you. See, Mum and Dad were both great students at Hogwarts. I mean, they were never the most intelligant spellcasters of their time, but they passed school. They met during their first year, both sorted into the proud house of Slytherin, which both of their families had literally all come from, apart from a few stranglers who were demoted to the house of Ravenclaw. Its funny, but the pair both used to detest each other. I mean he was literally in love with her from the beginning, her beautiful black hair, her voice, her personality. She even seemed to have aged a lot quicker then most girls, which made her a top attraction for most guys who were drooling over her. But she'd always comment 'im not a zoo. If you could juts close your mouths, your getting my shoes wet you filthy things. If anyone should be in a zoo, it should be you'', only to get a howl of wolf whistles and petting.
Dad was in his final year by the time mum was in her fifth, and by that time. Neither ready for relationships, purely because their parents would have thought it a sin to even think about it until they'd reached maturity properly. But still, Dad was pretty determined to claim her for his own. It wasnt even until mum had left Hogwarts that they did start to date. There first, mum would tell me was back in Oxford, walks along the river cherwell, making love under the pines in university parks (she always told me to keep that from gran and gramps) and the occasional trip down to central oxford for a wonderful visit to the cinemas. But that was a treat. But yeah, Gran and Gramps on dads side loved mum! She seemed perfect, and so they were hitched and shortly after a wonderful honeymoon to Cannes in southeren france, that Mum discovered she was pregnant. Nine months later and Lisa was born.
The next four years are more lisa's tale then mine, but when I was born, I too was spoilt. I mean, mum and dad being devote christians. (even though if the history is correct, dad really couldn't have been, if he was interested in girls at such an age, and wouldn't he have chosen church school over hogwarts. Psh. fucking hypocrite) but I was brought up learning the morals of right and wrong, the bible (which i unfortunatly know of by heart, even to this day) and the figures of christianity. Thankfully I couldnt name half of them. I shown my first sign of magic at the tender age of three and three quarters. Mum and dad were in the kitchen trying to feed me some horrible brussel sprouts. I was determined not to eat them, and in an attempt to breakaway from them, I set the whole kitchen on fire. Tragic eh?
But for several years, I didnt show any other magical talent. None at all. By the time I was seven, mum and dad were pretty certain I was a squib and that fire was maybe the last of my magic or something like that. But then me and Lisa were playing quidditch (stupid sport. I always lost) and the quaffle landed on the housetop. Unfortunatly it lodged itself in a roof tile. Mum and dad came out with a hot cuppa coffee, and I reached out to get the quaffle. I couldn't reach so I got of the broom, clutching it tightly, when suddenly the roof tile slipped taking me with it. Thankfully it was only on the first floor, so either way I wouldnt have died, maybe just sprained a wrist or something, but I levitated down instead of just falling. Mum and dad were rather overjoyed and threw the adoption papers in the bin. Even though I didn't know about those until the argument later on.
By the time I was eleven, mum and dad were still in confused minds as to whether I should have gone to Hogwarts or Church school, but I did argue that they let Lisa go to Hogwarts, so why not me. Mum backed me up, and thankfully i was on the hogwarts epxress to the castle instead of a muggle taxi to a church school in wales. So, I was sorted into Slytherin. Yipee. My first year was rather bad. Mum and dad threatened to take me out of Hogwarts if I didn't improve. I did all the spell work and everything, but when it came to the writing, I just couldn't be bothered. Terrified of leaving the castle, I did buck up my ideas. Second year was a slight improvement. Most grades went from a fail to pass. Third year, I had a complete turn around and was achieving nearly top grades in most classes. Mum and dad were so pleased they brought me a mere sketchbook and pencil set. I mean why. Well thats what I thought at first, but I did a few drawings and found I was pretty good. Especially with people. Soon I lost my mind a little and gave people random outfits or features and this was really the start of my love for clothes and such.
I mean, I'd always had the top quality stuff. We were pretty loaded, so why shouldnt I have had anything less? So I was a fashion freak already, I mean even with my uniform and stuff, I'd customise everything. Even if it was a bit of restitching (texitles and things I learnt from mummy). It was all good fun. Fourth year came and went, Fifth year came and it was OWLS time. God that was so scary! Over the past two years, most people thought I should have gone into ravenclaw. I was such a boffin, But I only wanted to do well so I could make sure I would not have to go to a wretched church school. I passed all my exams, which was a huge relief. During my sixth year, I felt rather bad towards my parents. They were aspiring that I'd choose a beautiful girl to be my bride and wife, mother to my child and all that, but I didnt feel the same way as they did. I didnt even see myself as someone for a serious relationship. During my sixteenth birthday, me and some slytherin buddies had managed to smuggle loads of ale and stuff into our dorm. We all got rather drunk. More like overly drunk and most of us ended up sleeping with each other, although I couldnt bring myself to go that far.
Even with the whole church thing behind my back, the whole idea of sex before marriage just stayed in my mind. So instead we did some stuff, which I will not clarify with you you dirty whore. But it was then that I really thought I was gay. When I told my parents, (summer holidays time), Mum wasnt really all that bothered, she thought it a phase but she said she didn't really mind at all. Dad went up the wall saying how I broke all the vows and the bible and all that load of rubbish, but I said to him 'what if god made me this way' and he began to lecture, then the major major argument broke through and I left home that. Within a week of living on the streets, which was my second worst experience in my lifetime, I brought myself a small manor on Broad Street, near the Bodlein Library.
It was wonderful to be all by myself. Leaving to go to Hogwarts without Lisa or mum and dad waving goodbye was a bit much for me, But I coped. My final year of Hogwarts was a great one, I loved everything that happened, and suprisingly enjoyed the exams. I passed those two, said goodbye to everyone and left home to try ensure my own career as a fashion designer. I'd turned half of the rooms in my house into studios and 'mini factories' for me to make everything. Most fabrics in my house were made by me to. If you'd like me to make some curtains, I'll make them cheaply just for you, because your listening to me ramble on and on. This history is huge!
By my nineteenth birthday, I was really tempted to join Voldemort. A few friends of mine were all up for joining so I joined to. I was on edge at first, considering my sexuality and everything, But I kept it all to myself. And when the dark lord branded me with my tattoo, I wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh. I recall doing both. On all the missions and tasks, I always came up with some excuse as to why I couldnt finish it of. Christian vows kicking in again. I couldn't and still won't take anyones life. Its just to difficult to do. I just imagine what it would be like if they had little kids or something. Having a nephew to blame I suppose.
The years passed, until my twenty second alive. I'd been with the death eaters for like four years. And this new recruit comes along. His name was Evan Rosier. God he was cute! I remember greeting him. He was so charming. I mean, there was something strange about him, but I don't think I'd ever fell for anyone that quickly. To be honest, I didnt even think I'd ever fallen for anybody! but yeah, I didnt tell a soul, but it was always there. The times were where paired up together were rather enjoyable. He had the most amazingest hobby for music boxes. unusual, unique but amazing. We both grew close, I think by this point we pretty much fell for each other. Then we kissed and things grew from there. He was only sixteen, but he just seemed as though he had been sent from hell. All devilishly handsome and uber-smexy
Its been another year. We havent gone that far. I've been loyal to him, commited and all that, but I have a sinking feeling that he hasn't. I mean, hes rather obsessive and into all things beuatiful, so I think that he might not even understand the concept of loyal. God listen to me I sound like a hufflepuff. But yeah, Im just trying to make the most out of our relationship, if you can call it that, just in case it doesnt work out. DOWN A ROAD THAT’S LEADING ME NOWHERE
rp sample YAY! It was a wonderful winters day. The world was peaceful. Everything glistened with snow. Diggy lay on his bed wrapped up in a fluffy blue dressing gown. Roxas and Zoey lay on his lap, purring and wagging there rather long tails. He had a hot cup of butterscotch and gingerbread tea, sipping it and enjoying the feeling warming his insides. He gave a twinkle of his toes. Boy was today a lovely day. And it was Roxas's and Zoey's first time outside in snow! Oh they were going to love it! He gave them a tickle under the chin, Roxas being the softy he was and succumbed to the sensation, lying on his back and an echo of loud purrs erupting from his baby vocal chords. Zoey was rather feisty, for she hated to submit, but she did so in a record time of five seconds. She to followed Roxas's example and the room was full with a chorus of purring and giggles.
Soon all three wear geared up for the snow. Diggy was wearing a long blue robe, a wonderful river blue that rippled like one with every move he did. He had a matching pair of earmuffs and a lighter shade of blue for his gloves and scarf. His boots were all curly and had a single point at the end, and was decorated with lots of stars and sparkled as the light caught the surface. The kittens were dressed in similar outfits, except Roxas's was yellow and Zoey's bright pink. They bounded around in the snow, leaving small footprints which Diggy enjoyed following during their game of hide and seek. They were hiding under the bamboo bush which underneath had escaped the frosty grips of snow. He found them there asleep and decided he'd leave therere while he simpyl wondered about his large garden and simply enjoying the peace and quiet.
He wondered what it would have been like at Hogwarts. He sure missed going there. He just longed to have one more trip. Maybe he'd be able to if he was ever required to send a message to Dumbledore. How that would be nice. He heard a gentle yawn and saw that Roxas had awoken. He stretched, his skin wet from the snow. He dried it with his scarf, and decided that the pair had enough snow play for today. Roxas bounded indoors and scored himself a place by the fireglow, whilst Zoey snuggled out across his usual spot on the sofa. He headed over to the kitchen and made himself yet another cuppa tea, but this time it was a wonderful blend of pineapple and turkish delight. Strange bizzare mix. Suddenly his clock chimed. It was time for him to go to work. He rushed into the bedroom, got into his ministry wear and went back into the lounge.
Zoey, Roxas, be good. And please don't wreck the house like you did last time. I'll be back soon!
He bent down and gave them a kiss each. The pair mewwed, before giving him a rub on the cheek with their soft fur. He stepped into the fireplace, which was linked to the ministrys headquarters. He winked at the kittens.
Ministry of Magic, Atrium
And he was gone in a flash of green. The kittens gave a weak sob before pouncing on one and other and deciding that today was the day to raid the kitchen. They made their way to the shrine and made it official that they'd learn how to use the blender and make Diggy a wonderful fruity brew for when he arrived home. They didn't expect the fountain of colours to merge with the white of the walls. They obsereved what happened and scattered to the lounge and decided that the second he got back they'd pretend to be asleep, so then that way he couldn't blame them, right?
Diggy arrived at the atrium. Just in time, as everyone else did. Flash after flash, witches and wizards were pouring in through the fireplaces. Some were walking, obviously taking the front entrance whilst the telephone box lowered itself. Another trial suspect he supposed. He rushed up various flights of stairs to make it to the aurors headquarters where he was greeted by his fabulous group of buddies. He smiled and gave a wave before taking his seat and seeing if he had anything in particular to do. With all the deaths there was quite a lot to do today. It seemed that there was a reported death eater on the loose in Diagon Alley, so the troop assembled and made there way. There he was. Dressed in black with the mask and everything. Each auror put there wand up, including Diggy who was ready to use a great charm to set those blasted robes. The death eater paused, before the robes fell down to reveal two teen kids with rather stunned expressions on their faces.
I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE DONE IT WHEN IT WAS LESS WINDY
NO YOU DID NOT
UH-OH
They turned to see a bunch of unamuzed aurors gazing right at them. They made a runner, before both were zapped with a gentle does of STUPEFY!. They stopped in their tracks and were sent straight to the ministry for trial of impersonation to terrify the public. Each recieved fourty eight hours of community service. Another stupid incident. he muttered. Serious things were going on, and that was the worst thing that had hit them recently. When would his first real case actually arrive. He supposed it wouldn't arrive to him packaged and sealed with a bow, but there had to be some adrenaline sooner or later. I mean, a war was on the horizon, right?
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AGE: Sixteen
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I SO wanted to give you full marks. But I found some little grammatical errors and, well, that's where I'm a hard ass. But overall, it was a great app. Can't wait to play with this fashion designing queen! <3
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