NOTT, dizaeria adrasteia

[dizaeria a. nott]

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name

Teiana, Tei, Lollipop or whatever you want to call me =P

age

17

experience

4yrs

J U S T YOUR W I T C H C R A F T

full name

Dizearia Adrasteia Nott

gender

female

age

seventeen

blood status

pureblood

year

7th

pb

Kat Dennings

A L L THE W A N D L O R E

likes

. reading
. writing poetry
. getting what she wants
. boys
. clothes
. shopping
. being lazy
. sleeping in late
. being a Nott
. her family, mostly her father
. flirting


dislikes

. not getting what she wants
. muggles
. waking up early
. being kept out of the loop
. gryffindors
. people who show her up
. low grades
. being ignored
. posers, people pretending to be something they're not

strengths

. cunning
. getting what she wants
. getting out of trouble
. intelligence
. protective
. loyal

weaknesses

. boys
. her temper
. perfectionist
. slightly forgetful
. jealousy
. stubborn
. agressive
. untrusting

personality

Dizaeria has been spoiled her whole life. Her father gives her everything she wants, so she’s accustomed to getting whatever she asks for, and when she doesn’t, she goes on a rampage. She’ll yell and scream until she gets it, or if she knows that won’t work, she’ll con her way into getting either. Either way, once she sets her sights on something, she doesn’t give up until she gets it, even if it belongs to someone else. She’s very stubborn and always fights for what she believes in, even if she knows it’s wrong. She gets mad very easily, but it takes a lot to make her hold a grudge. She procrastinates all the time, but likes everything to be done perfectly and in order, except for her room.

She’s much smarter than people give her credit, and has some of the top marks in her year. She was almost placed in Ravenclaw, but spat out some words at the Sorting Hat, and it changed it’s mind. Whenever she gets into trouble, she just puts in a few words here, a few tears there and she’s out with maybe detention, if it wasn’t her best performance. She prefers to be alone, rather than in large ‘gangs’ just like her father, but she likes to know what’s going on around her. Although she doesn’t stick in large groups, she dislikes being ignored and always has to be acknowledged when she’s around. She can be mean when she’s mad, which is often, but overall, she’s agreeable, except to Gryffindors, and muggles.

She takes great pride in her family, her family’s history, and the things they’ve done, even if they haven’t always been good. She loves her family despite the fact that they aren’t the lovey-dovey family some people have. She takes great pride when people compare her to her father, because she knows she is much more like him than she is to her mother. She is loyal to everyone she loves and would do anything for them, she is very protective over her family, and will not take any insults on her name or her house.

H I S T O R Y OF M A G I C

family members

Alberich Nott ;; Grandfather (imprisoned)
Helle Nott ;; Grandmother (deceased)
Theodore Nott ;; father
Daphne Nott (née Greengrass) ;; mother
Draco Malfoy ;; uncle (deceased)
Astoria Malfoy (née Greengrass) ;; aunt
Scorpius Malfoy ;; cousin
Isabella Malfoy ;; cousin


detailed history

When Dizaeria was born on June 28 2005, Dizaeria’s parents weren’t quite sure what she was going to be. She was born with a smile on her face, and that scared her parents. But they needn’t worry, at one year old she was already learning to control others and gain power; that smile was a wicked one. She learned quickly, and she learned what jealousy was just as easy. When her twin cousins were born, it was just a few months past her first birthday. She wasn’t fond of all the attention the little ones were getting from her own parents, and started to throw hissy fits when she was ignored. For a long time she didn’t like the twins, but as they all started to get older, her father began paying much more attention to her, so she got over her original resentment toward the two blonds.

As she was growing up she always felt out of place with her mother, as they did not share many common traits. She was her father’s daughter, that she knew was fact. Whatever she wanted he gave it to her, no questions asked, while her mother seemed much more interested in the goings on of the Wizarding World much more than what was happening in her daughter’s life. Her mother grew a little more interested in her daughter when she reached the age of eight and could understand gossip and fashion. Dizzy continues to have a very distant and superficial relationship with her mother, although she has a very strong bond with her father.

It hurt her very much when she turned eleven, and had to leave her home and begin her schooling at Hogwarts. She knew she would never be accepted because of her family, but she bucked up and did it for her father. She was sorted into Slytherin, not without having quite a loud argument with the Sorting Hat. She gained a quick reputation in the school as a person who was not to be messed with as she could destroy your life with but a few words. The teachers recognized her immediately as her father’s daughter, by not only her looks, but also in her actions toward other students. For her first year she didn’t interact much with others, and most people thought she was a freak. She got a few good friends though, and they became the group she stuck with.

She was quickly given a reputation of one of the ‘It-girls’. Boys wanting her, and girls wanting to be her. She didn’t care though, she stuck to her own and didn’t worry much about what others were doing as long as she new what it was. Quite a few people from other houses tried to do her in, in her 6 years at Hogwarts, but every time their plans were thwarted by this mastermind. She intends on making her seventh and last year at Hogwarts the best yet, but it’s going to be hard to top last year’s mischief and fun. She wants to make her family proud, and show everyone just what a Nott can do.


the magic word
muggle

Y O U R DARK S I D E

Breathe, she reminded herself. In and out.

She knew she was being selfish. People were dying all over the world, and she sat there crying because of family problems. She hated having to pretend that everything was okay, when really it wasn’t. She despised being the person all of her friends came to for help, because all she really needed was to vent herself. She was so concentrated on loathing her family and her life, that she didn’t even register that another person had come into the auditorium.

“GOD DAMN THAT BASTARD I WISH HE WAS DEAD” she heard a foreign voice scream

She almost laughed. Her thoughts were so loud they sounded like they were being shouted in the room and projecting off the walls . . . In a male’s voice. She was so out of it and in her own thoughts that she didn’t think that this was weird. Tonee merely sat and tried to regain as much of her composure as she could, but was failing miserably. She couldn’t stop. Months and months of bottled up emotions were unleashed like a wrecking ball on a deteriorating building that was wavering to fall down.

She heard a voice she distinctly knew as speaking to her and not at her. She looked up, her big green eyes still forming tears. She tried to understand what was being said, but her head ached like a bitch, and she could feel it pounding. She vaguely noted somewhere in the not-hurting part of her mind that he was asking her if she was alright. All she could do was hiccup and nod slowly, as if she wasn’t sure her body would obey her, as he wiped away a few stray tears that had fallen.

She was ruined, and she knew it. If word got out that she had skipped out on half of her last class and had gone to hide and cry instead, her reputation would be ruined. It wasn’t that her reputation would go down the drain if this boy uttered a word, but if her father found out that she had skipped even the one class she was out, and it was even his fault for calling her in the middle of class. Popularity didn’t really matter to her, it was nice and she knew that she was it, but this school, her studies, her future, were all she had. Even when she was younger, back in France, she always did exceptionally well because she had to go to school, just to get away.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, taking the hand that was offered to her, and got up from her position on the ground. She mumbled because she didn’t really trust her voice to go much higher than a whisper; she knew it’d crack like a boy going through puberty. She wiped her face with the backs of her hands and tried to force out a smile. It came out crooked and wavered, and the tears were going to start again. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m crying like this,” she said softly, more to herself than anything.

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