Post by mercedes carissa nott on Apr 7, 2012 12:14:14 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]mercedes carissa nott
fifteen ▪ ravenclaw ▪ candice accola
history & personality;;
There's not much I can tell you without angering my family. But I suppose it's worth the fighting to get my story out there. First, I should probably tell you about my parents. My father is Vincent Nott, head of the department of magical transportation. He likes to brag that the Notts have been in Slytherin since the founding of Hogwarts. I'm not sure this is true, though. I know how my father likes to exaggerate. My mother is Andrea Nott, nee Alvarez. She's a third-generation Slytherin and on the committee for the improvement of pureblood protection (like we're some kind of endangered species or something). They met when my mother started school. Father was a sixth year and didn't pay her any attention until six years later, when she was a graduate and he was working in the broomstick regulation unit. At the time, my father had been out of Hogwarts for five years and was still unmarried. According to the Nott family, this was unacceptable, especially since his younger sister had already married and was expecting a child.
To ensure that the Nott name would not die out, my grandparents forced my father to marry, or else be cut off from the family fortune. My mother was chosen for him from a dozen young Slytherin girls. She had no aspirations and he didn't mind having a young and beautiful wife. They were perfect for each other. She got pregnant almost immediately after the wedding. They had a daughter - my older sister. A year later, they had a son. And a year after him, they had me.
I had a rather spoiled childhood, at least according to my friends, but it was all I ever knew. Private tutors since I was five and anything I could possibly want. Designer robes and gowns for all the parties that took place at the manor. Dance and piano lessons for me and my sister because it was important for us to have talents to impress Father's business partners. The piano I couldn't stand, although I can play adequately. But dancing I loved. We were taught all sorts, and at the time I really loved ballet. My mother insisted I stick with both hobbies until I started school. By the time my sister left for Hogwarts when I was nine, I had moved on to ballroom dancing and had taken up the clarinet, which I was absolutely horrid at.
It was around that same time that my life really changed. I had just turned nine, and my older, perfect sister was finally out of the house, and my parents hired a new live-in gardener who was my first crush. His name was Kerry Castellan. He was gorgeous and young and so gentle, but was still considered the 'bad boy' type. I spent most of my time watching him work from my bedroom window. He even took the time to teach me a few tricks he said would help with Herbology when I started school. Then one night, late in September, I watched him leave the manor at sundown. I thought this was odd because in the whole month Kerry had been living with us, he only left once a week to get seeds or fertilizer. I was unable to control my curiosity and decided to follow him into the dark woods by the manor.
I like to think he didn't know I was following him, because if he had he would've told me to go back to the manor, instead of letting me get hurt. You see, it was a full moon that night, and Kerry was a werewolf. He had understandably left his affliction off of his resume. It was too late for me to turn around and run by the time I realized what was happening. One minute Kerry was standing right in front of me in a small clearing in the moonlight, and the next there was a large auburn wolf in his place. He sniffed me out immediately and chased be for a full two minutes before he tackled me and ... well, I think you get the picture.
I woke up in my bed the next morning, my nightgown dirty and bloody and a little bit torn, but the wound on my leg was covered in bandages. I never saw Kerry again. My parents called him a thief because some of their valuable vases and ornate boxes had gone missing in the night. I never bothered to correct them. To explain to them that Kerry needed the money more than we did because he probably wouldn't be able to find work in a while, would have to tell them about his condition. And to tell them about his condition, I would have to tell them about mine. And there was no way I was letting myself get locked up and disowned. So I hid the bite mark beneath long skirts and didn't let anyone see me in a bathing suit. During the full moon, I would sneak out of the manor and run loose in the woods until morning, when I would sneak back in. No one ever suspected anything.
Finally, my time to go to Hogwarts came. My sister had been put into Slytherin house, of course, as was my brother. Our parents were exceptionally proud of them both, and had hinted more than once about how perfect it would be if I ended up there too. I wasn't sure I wanted to be, but I humored them by saying how much I wanted to join my siblings. The Hat, however, new what was in my heart ... or at least my head. It sent me to Ravenclaw, where I could be with other reclusive bookworms. Despite the hurtful remarks from my sister about how I wasn't a true Nott, I got along quite well in Ravenclaw. It was there I met my best friends, some of which are muggle-born.
I made the decision not to tell anyone about my lycanthropy, no matter how close I've become with some of them. I can't be sure all of them will react well and promise never to tell my parents. Even a small rumor around the school about my condition would sooner or later get back to Slytherin house, and then my brother and sister. So on each full moon, I leave the castle just after dinner, sometimes telling my friends that I'm on Prefect patrol, and then sneak into the Forbidden Forest. Just before dawn, when I'm back in my human form, I sneak back into the tower and sleep until breakfast. Thankfully no one has caught on yet, but I worry all the time about what might happen if someone found me mid-transformation. Or even found the vials of healing and energy potions I keep hidden under my bed and in a hole in a fallen tree in the forest.
The five years I've been here at school have been a kind of escape from my increasingly controlling family. My brother and sister waste no time in telling our parents about how anti-social I can be sometimes. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but try telling them that. I don't date because I know I can't let a relationship go too long without telling them my secret, so I've only had two boyfriends - unlike my siblings, who have had many dates. And you would literally have to drag me to most parties and functions. In short, I'm nothing like what a Nott is supposed to be. And, on top it all off, I've overheard my parents talking about how they'd like my sister to teach my how to be more outgoing.
odds & ends;;
Well, this isn't nearly as interesting as my history, but I'll tell you whatever you want to know. My wand is eight inches, redwood, with the hair of a unicorn core. I half expected to get one with werewolf hair when I went into Ollivander's that day, but I've sinced learned that wands with werewolf hair cores are temperamental and tend to fire off spells at random during a full moon. They're extremely rare because of this.
The memory I use for my patronus is of when I was a little girl, learning ballet. I wasn't given a lot of freedom as a child. I was made to do whatever my mother wanted me to, including taking horried music lessons. Dance was the one thing we could both agree on. It's still my favorite thing to do now. The form my patronus takes is a white tiger. A truly beautiful animal, but deadly. It's sort of how I view myself.
You probably think my worst memory is the night I was bitten, but you'd be wrong. While that was very painful, I feel very grateful to Kerry for turning me. When I think about where I would be right now if I wasn't a werewolf, I think he did me a favor. That being said, my worst memory is the morning after I was bitten. The realization that Kerry had gone, and that I was all alone to take care of myself and hide my condition. I was truly scared then.
My boggart would take the form of my parents and siblings, torn to shreads. I can lie to myself and say that what I fear most is being disowned and thrown out with nothing, but the truth is that I'm afraid of hurting the people that I love. And no matter how much I hate the way my family acts sometimes - towards me and others - I do love them.
I've heard of the Mirror of Erised, but I've never seen it myself. The thing I want the most is for my family and friends to accept me for what I am. So, I suppose I would see them all standing around me in my wolf form - the same brown eyes, the same blondish hair, only with white paws - and they'd all be smiling.
There's not much I can tell you without angering my family. But I suppose it's worth the fighting to get my story out there. First, I should probably tell you about my parents. My father is Vincent Nott, head of the department of magical transportation. He likes to brag that the Notts have been in Slytherin since the founding of Hogwarts. I'm not sure this is true, though. I know how my father likes to exaggerate. My mother is Andrea Nott, nee Alvarez. She's a third-generation Slytherin and on the committee for the improvement of pureblood protection (like we're some kind of endangered species or something). They met when my mother started school. Father was a sixth year and didn't pay her any attention until six years later, when she was a graduate and he was working in the broomstick regulation unit. At the time, my father had been out of Hogwarts for five years and was still unmarried. According to the Nott family, this was unacceptable, especially since his younger sister had already married and was expecting a child.
To ensure that the Nott name would not die out, my grandparents forced my father to marry, or else be cut off from the family fortune. My mother was chosen for him from a dozen young Slytherin girls. She had no aspirations and he didn't mind having a young and beautiful wife. They were perfect for each other. She got pregnant almost immediately after the wedding. They had a daughter - my older sister. A year later, they had a son. And a year after him, they had me.
I had a rather spoiled childhood, at least according to my friends, but it was all I ever knew. Private tutors since I was five and anything I could possibly want. Designer robes and gowns for all the parties that took place at the manor. Dance and piano lessons for me and my sister because it was important for us to have talents to impress Father's business partners. The piano I couldn't stand, although I can play adequately. But dancing I loved. We were taught all sorts, and at the time I really loved ballet. My mother insisted I stick with both hobbies until I started school. By the time my sister left for Hogwarts when I was nine, I had moved on to ballroom dancing and had taken up the clarinet, which I was absolutely horrid at.
It was around that same time that my life really changed. I had just turned nine, and my older, perfect sister was finally out of the house, and my parents hired a new live-in gardener who was my first crush. His name was Kerry Castellan. He was gorgeous and young and so gentle, but was still considered the 'bad boy' type. I spent most of my time watching him work from my bedroom window. He even took the time to teach me a few tricks he said would help with Herbology when I started school. Then one night, late in September, I watched him leave the manor at sundown. I thought this was odd because in the whole month Kerry had been living with us, he only left once a week to get seeds or fertilizer. I was unable to control my curiosity and decided to follow him into the dark woods by the manor.
I like to think he didn't know I was following him, because if he had he would've told me to go back to the manor, instead of letting me get hurt. You see, it was a full moon that night, and Kerry was a werewolf. He had understandably left his affliction off of his resume. It was too late for me to turn around and run by the time I realized what was happening. One minute Kerry was standing right in front of me in a small clearing in the moonlight, and the next there was a large auburn wolf in his place. He sniffed me out immediately and chased be for a full two minutes before he tackled me and ... well, I think you get the picture.
I woke up in my bed the next morning, my nightgown dirty and bloody and a little bit torn, but the wound on my leg was covered in bandages. I never saw Kerry again. My parents called him a thief because some of their valuable vases and ornate boxes had gone missing in the night. I never bothered to correct them. To explain to them that Kerry needed the money more than we did because he probably wouldn't be able to find work in a while, would have to tell them about his condition. And to tell them about his condition, I would have to tell them about mine. And there was no way I was letting myself get locked up and disowned. So I hid the bite mark beneath long skirts and didn't let anyone see me in a bathing suit. During the full moon, I would sneak out of the manor and run loose in the woods until morning, when I would sneak back in. No one ever suspected anything.
Finally, my time to go to Hogwarts came. My sister had been put into Slytherin house, of course, as was my brother. Our parents were exceptionally proud of them both, and had hinted more than once about how perfect it would be if I ended up there too. I wasn't sure I wanted to be, but I humored them by saying how much I wanted to join my siblings. The Hat, however, new what was in my heart ... or at least my head. It sent me to Ravenclaw, where I could be with other reclusive bookworms. Despite the hurtful remarks from my sister about how I wasn't a true Nott, I got along quite well in Ravenclaw. It was there I met my best friends, some of which are muggle-born.
I made the decision not to tell anyone about my lycanthropy, no matter how close I've become with some of them. I can't be sure all of them will react well and promise never to tell my parents. Even a small rumor around the school about my condition would sooner or later get back to Slytherin house, and then my brother and sister. So on each full moon, I leave the castle just after dinner, sometimes telling my friends that I'm on Prefect patrol, and then sneak into the Forbidden Forest. Just before dawn, when I'm back in my human form, I sneak back into the tower and sleep until breakfast. Thankfully no one has caught on yet, but I worry all the time about what might happen if someone found me mid-transformation. Or even found the vials of healing and energy potions I keep hidden under my bed and in a hole in a fallen tree in the forest.
The five years I've been here at school have been a kind of escape from my increasingly controlling family. My brother and sister waste no time in telling our parents about how anti-social I can be sometimes. I'm not as bad as I used to be, but try telling them that. I don't date because I know I can't let a relationship go too long without telling them my secret, so I've only had two boyfriends - unlike my siblings, who have had many dates. And you would literally have to drag me to most parties and functions. In short, I'm nothing like what a Nott is supposed to be. And, on top it all off, I've overheard my parents talking about how they'd like my sister to teach my how to be more outgoing.
odds & ends;;
Well, this isn't nearly as interesting as my history, but I'll tell you whatever you want to know. My wand is eight inches, redwood, with the hair of a unicorn core. I half expected to get one with werewolf hair when I went into Ollivander's that day, but I've sinced learned that wands with werewolf hair cores are temperamental and tend to fire off spells at random during a full moon. They're extremely rare because of this.
The memory I use for my patronus is of when I was a little girl, learning ballet. I wasn't given a lot of freedom as a child. I was made to do whatever my mother wanted me to, including taking horried music lessons. Dance was the one thing we could both agree on. It's still my favorite thing to do now. The form my patronus takes is a white tiger. A truly beautiful animal, but deadly. It's sort of how I view myself.
You probably think my worst memory is the night I was bitten, but you'd be wrong. While that was very painful, I feel very grateful to Kerry for turning me. When I think about where I would be right now if I wasn't a werewolf, I think he did me a favor. That being said, my worst memory is the morning after I was bitten. The realization that Kerry had gone, and that I was all alone to take care of myself and hide my condition. I was truly scared then.
My boggart would take the form of my parents and siblings, torn to shreads. I can lie to myself and say that what I fear most is being disowned and thrown out with nothing, but the truth is that I'm afraid of hurting the people that I love. And no matter how much I hate the way my family acts sometimes - towards me and others - I do love them.
I've heard of the Mirror of Erised, but I've never seen it myself. The thing I want the most is for my family and friends to accept me for what I am. So, I suppose I would see them all standing around me in my wolf form - the same brown eyes, the same blondish hair, only with white paws - and they'd all be smiling.
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