NOTT, meissa adair

[meissa adair nott]

B E H I N D THE M A G I C

name

Star

age

21

experience

I'll SAY 10 years but it's been on and off.

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

full name

Meissa Adair Nott

gender

female

age

17

blood status

pure

house/previous house

slytherin

year/job

7th

pb

Bar Refaeli

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

likes

• Finding creative mixes for firewhiskey.
  
• Transfiguration.
  
• Autumn.
  
• Cats.
  
• Astronomy.
  
• Reading.
  
• Pretending to be good at divination.
  
• Fashion.
  
• Dancing...but only at night.
  
• Coffee.
  

dislikes

• History of Magic...but only because she's rubbish at it.
  
• Bertie Bott's.
  
• Butterbeer--it's too sweet.
  
• Quidditch. Or rather, the hype about it. What's the point?
  
• Exams.
  
• Practical jokes.
  
• Rats.
  
• Having to wear pants/thick robes.
  
• Lukewarm coffee.
  
• Bugs. Any kind. Ever.
  

strengths

• Her wit.
  
• Transfiguration/Charms.
  
• Manipulating others.
  

weaknesses

• History of Magic in general.
  
• Anxiety, especially concerning exams.
  
• She cares too much (even if she pretends not to.)
  
• Hubris
  
• Actually has a hard time making friends.
  

quirks

She has a really weird habit of drumming her fingers against her legs and always seems to be touching the back of her neck for whatever reason.

personality

Meissa is a piece of work, to say the very least. She was named for the "shining" star that sits in the head of the constellation Orion, so she considers herself to be incredibly clever and "bright" by nature. She is intelligent, but when it comes to interacting properly with others, she's completely and utterly clueless. She is cunning and has a way of weaving schemes, but what she has in wit she certainly lacks in friendship. As far as Meissa is concerned, there is absolutely nothing wrong with manipulating others so that things so happen to weigh in her favor. "By any means necessary" is her internal mantra and she refuses to deviate from it.

To Meissa, life is a fabulous party and you shan't tell her otherwise. It is very difficult to get her to take anything seriously. You could seize her by the shoulders and shout obscenities in her face to convey the urgency of the situation, and she would still laugh heartily and traipse away. She's just in it to have a good time, even at the expense of others.

But Meissa does not merely use her cleverness for selfish and unkind means. As a Slytherin, she prides herself on being resourceful and indeed can be very creative. In her spirit of merely wanting to have a roaring good time, she can make something splendid out of nothing with a few flicks of her wand and a bottle of firewhiskey. She also offers her, er, "advice" in the subject of divination for anyone who cares to lend her an ear. This is, of course, all folly and flights of fancy--but her predictions and analyses usually sound very convincing. Perhaps there's a drop of Seer blood in there somewhere.

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

family members

Father: Vincent Nott
Mother: Andrea Nott
Brother: _____ Nott [TBD]
Sister: ______ Nott [TBD]

detailed history

{If someone else wants to claim a Nott and wants to write a different history for the family, please feel free to! I'm just sort of making this up as I go but I'm not adamant about it.}

Meissa was born to Vincent and Andrea Nott one day shy of Halloween just outside of London in a humble, but charming, home. She was the first of three children and was immensely spoiled as an infant. The neighborhood where Meissa and her siblings grew up was exclusively rooted in magic. Meissa only interacted with pureblood wizards and their children until the age of eleven and had not met a muggleborn witch or wizard until she came to Hogwarts.

Vincent Nott was incredibly dedicated to his job at the Ministry of Magic. He was an "Unspeakable" and spent countless hours slaving away at the Ministry and not nearly enough hours at home with his children. He scarcely attempted to connect with his tow daughters at all, and only made an effort to get close to his son. You had better believe that this neglect left some residual issues with Meissa.

With her cunning and sharp wit, it came as no shock to Meissa when she was sorted into Slytherin. She welcomed the sorting and even thought it to be a great honor, as her father had been a Slytherin in his years at Hogwarts, too. She vainly assumed the connection would bring them closer together. It did not.

Her years at Hogwarts were not especially exciting or eventful. She made and lost friends with each passing year. She fell in and out of hopeless infatuation with boys. She earned and lost house points for her wit and her sass, and she certainly earned her fair share of detentions. She scraped up enough O.W.L.s to make her mother proud, but those achievements have ceased to faze her.

Now, in the wake of her seventh year, Meissa craves something more than just a good mark or a school yard crush. She craves exhilarating rushes and side-splitting laughter. She yearns to legitimately connect with her peers rather than always pushing them away. She longs to invite others to walk on the wild side with her, and maybe even corrupt a few do-gooders along the way. She wants a true taste of excitement and she's determined--and stubborn--enough to fight for it.

Y O U R DARK S I D E

The pale fingers of dawn had scarcely scraped their way up the horizon when Meissa felt herself stir. Her eyelids fluttered a few times before flying open. With a hissed swear, she bolted upright and groped through the dark dormitory for her black jumper. She threw it on (and in her haste, put it on inside-out) and stalked down the girls' staircase into the common room.

The faint green light that bathed the common room in a bizarre glow felt oddly comforting to the Slytherin girl as she tiptoed past a snoozing prefect and wriggled through the portrait hole. Curfew lifted when the sun came up, did it not? In any case, she doubted anyone would even be awake this early. Hell, she did not even wish to be awake this early. But it was the only time she could go without being caught...

Meissa finally felt that she could breathe freely as soon as she slipped through the front doors of the castle, but the trek to the forest was not an easy trip. The dew-covered grasses kept slapping her legs as she trudged through them, and by the time she made it to the edge of the forest, her black stockings were soaked. But she ignored the discomfort. Instead, she withdrew her wand from the pocket of her jumper.

"Lumos."

The tip of her wand seemed to spring to life and her path was suddenly illuminated. Behind her, the sun seemed reluctant to rise--but Meissa welcomed the delay of daybreak. She did not wish to be spotted entering the forest and land herself in detention. Again.

"Come on," The Slytherin muttered to herself as she trekked through the foliage. Hanging branches beckoned her forward while various sounds of drowsy creatures around her seemed to tell her to turn back. The determination in Meissa's eyes seemed to glow brighter than the tip of her wand, which seemed to be illuminating nothing but eerie trees at this point. She had half a mind to turn back at this point, until...

"There!" She gasped, her voice scarcely above a whisper. She was staring, transfixed, at cluster of creatures before her. They looked sort of like horses, but...they were not quite right. To Meissa, they looked more like reptilian hellhounds with glowing eyes and bat-like wings.

"I knew you were real," Meissa told one of the creatures firmly, her eyes shining in the hazy white glow of her wand. "Now...what the living hell are you?"

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