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Zadriah Bassily

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a character in “Hogwarts: Dark Secrets Of The Past”, as played by J.D.

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F U L LXN A M E
Zadriah Rene Bassily

N I C K N A M E (S)
Zadie, Zee

B I R T H D A Y
August 13th

A G E
16

Y E A R
Sixth

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Austrailian | Egyptian

H O M E T O W N
Sydney, Australia (However her family currently reside in England)

H E X
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S T Y L E
Loose and flowing, typically anything in the form of dresses, skirts, and robes. Colors light and dark that stand out starkly against her tanned skin. Accentuating her bright green eyes. There is no method to her madness, no rules to follow. She wears her heart in the stitches of the fabric she wears. Lets her emotions flare with the shiny bands on her wrists, clacking together as her arms sway about her. She is wild, physically and mentally. Allowing long stretches of skin to shine brightly between strips of fabric, detesting the confinement of socially acceptable garments.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'6" 130lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
A ray of sunshine on a dreary day โ€“ a storm cloud brewing in the sunlight. The degrees by which she exists flip from pole to pole. A luminescent girl, brightly glittering with all the colors of a sunset. Flawlessly tanned skin for miles upon miles, decorated by the constellation points of scars. Untamed and wild, hair a mess of tangled brown flowing around a softly smiling face. Bright white teeth a sharp warning against the world. Her eyes reflect pools of green envy, as dangerously emotive as the emotions brewing just beyond the surface.
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L I K E S

โ™ข Social Gatherings โ™ข Dancing โ™ข Camping โ™ข Rainy Days โ™ข Animals โ™ข Learning New Things โ™ข Quidditch โ™ข Arithmancy โ™ข Herbology โ™ข Thestrals โ™ข Morbidity โ™ข Soft Music โ™ข

A forlorn lover of those long passed. Staring upon gravestones as her pencil rubs against parchment pressed to age old stone. An artists rendering of human memory, long since passed. She is the careful sort, quietly passive as she observes the life around her. The thestrals keep her company on long carriage rides when she feels the compulsion to mindlessly babble. Commonly found amongst her fellows and peers, studying or reading from tomes large enough to crack bones. There is a romance in arithmetic especially in that which divines the future . On rainy evenings she is found, barefoot, twirling and whirling as she dances in the rain to the beat of a slow song only she can name. When the sun is high and the birds sing their song she can be found amongst the wildlife, or carefully cultivating her garden. A friend of many, social to the core.



D I S L I K E S

โ™ข Slackers โ™ข Homebodies โ™ข Bigotry โ™ข Abusers โ™ข Mood Swings โ™ข Failing Grades โ™ข

Carefully contained within the perimeters of socially acceptable behavior, but never one to hold back from her true self. Detests the apathy of peers that choose to stay locked inside. An adventurer, never a homebody, and prone to becoming bored quickly. She tries her best, but often descends into the chaos of unwarranted mood swings at the worst of times. A fan of those that hold kindness in their hearts; never of those that find their pleasures in prejudice, bigotry, and abuse.

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Saccharine sweet with a hint of lemon. Word of mouth would shed a worse light, but knowing her is much different than hearing passerby gossip. Quiet, yet unreserved. She doesn't play by rules, and at the same time she doesn't outright break them either. An Anomaly in a way, she's known for trouble but is usually only the secondhand cause of it. Just as much a leader as a follower, and determined to never slip into the cracks. She's the kind of person thats known for getting others wrapped around her fingers and keeping them there.

She is sensible when it comes to responsibility, ready to shoulder it when necessary and capable of thinking things through from a mature perspective. But that doesn't mean she has no time to enjoy her youth. She may be a bit melodramatic but she knows how to let go and have fun. If only to lessen the stress settled in her gut. She is extremely tactile, but only exhibits this in safe, personal settings.

Passionate, ambitious, and strong willed. A triple threat wrapped up in an innocent faced package. When she see's an opportunity she snatches it before anyone else can have the chance to slip it out from underneath her. She's a force to be reckoned with on a good day, and downright unbearably motivated on a bad one. Most people have a hard time telling her off, if only because her strong will is accompanied by a persuasive nature.

While she's a loyalist to a fault there are only so many people who can handle her air-headed ways. Her lack of ability to keep track of anything, from names to time, and the near constant babbling stream of words that choke their way from her gullet. A disproportionate amount of knowledge in regards to things of the 'green' variety. And her flower child nonsense that pervades every aspect of herself.
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Omar Bassily | Father | Wizard | 50 Years Old | "She is close with her father, more so than most people expect from the semi-cold interactions they display in public."

Maritza Bassily | Mother | Witch | 48 Years Old | "She and her mother have a special bond through their love of gardening and Herbology. She taught Zadriah everything she knows about the subject, and thus when she came to Hogwarts she was quite advanced in that area of study."

Farrah Bassily | Sister | Witch | 22 Years Old | "Zadriah and Farrah are very close, sharing many, many things in common. Most of her personality came as a sort of by-product of Farrah herself. When Farrah was in school she was also a Ravenclaw, another thing they have in common."

Nadella Bassily | Sister | Witch | 21 Years Old | "They are the least close in the family but that does not mean there is any bad blood. Nadella is simply a different sort of person from the rest of her family - and thats okay."

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H I S T O R Y

Zadriah's history is fairly standard, she was born in Sydney and lived there with her family. However her parents made the move to England when she was two years old for work. Her father being a ministry man, and her mother staying at home with her children. They were a happy family, and nothing bad really happened in any way shape or form during her formative years. She grew up and watched her siblings go off to school, some odd years behind them. Though her mother was constantly teaching her things anyways, they bonded over the subject of herbology. Her mother running a from-home business selling plants with magical properties to other witches and wizards.

When it came time for her to go off to school it came as no surprise that she was sorted into Ravenclaw. Zadriah thirsted for knowledge, and had a creative mind as well. She did well in school, made many friends, and continues to do so. She flutters from social group to social group with ease all the while keeping up on her studies. She has never had any issue fitting in, whether that be from the blind way she ignores bullies or because she never makes any trouble; the world may never know.

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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Pureblood

W A N D
Rowan

P A T R O N U S
Rabbit

H O U S E
Ravenclaw

B O G G A R T
TBD

F A M I L I A R
Her dumbo rat Chester

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Herbology

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Herbology (But she also loves Care of Magical Creatures.)

T A L E N T S
โ™ข Green Thumb โ™ข Performing โ™ข Public Speaking โ™ข Dancing โ™ข Handling Animals โ™ข more to come...

S T R E N G T H S
โ™ข Strong โ™ข Empowered โ™ข Courageous โ™ข Herbology โ™ข Confident โ™ข Loves to Encourage Others โ™ข Easy To Befriend โ™ข

W E A K N E S S E S
โ™ข Doesn't Know Her Own Strength โ™ข Lack Of Modesty โ™ข Often 'Talks' To Animals, As If They Know What Shes Saying โ™ข Constantly Chattering โ™ข Constantly Forgetting Names โ™ข No Sense Of Time โ™ข Bites The Skin Around Her Nails โ™ข Never Takes The Lead โ™ข Always Jumbling Her Words โ™ข Cannot Divide Her Attention โ™ข
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The smell of fresh smoke. The rumbling of voices echoed. The clatter of metal trollies scraping across the ancient station's stone brick floor, as well as the thudding of countless footsteps of first years. The old train station that secretly held the platform known as Nine and Three courters was alive once again. First year students were mixed among the older students that were simply saying goodbye to their loved ones and got onto the train, as the young ones shed a few tears as they'd be leaving their wizarding parents or guardians for the first time.

Where were they off to? No other place than Hogwarts, the School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It was once the most popular wizarding school in the world, secretly tucked away in Scotland. Hidden away from Muggle knowledge, as well as the rest of the world, that was until the year of May 2nd, 1999. A tragic event that shook the world by storm, The Batte Of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, whatever else one may want to call him, Lord Voldermort who was once called Tom Riddle, and his band of Death Eaters and followers attacked the school simply for the last Horcrux, as well as Pure Blood Supremacy and to end all blood ties that weren't prior. But there was one thing that stood in his way, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all the students that gave their lives to help defend the old school, and each other.

But with years passed, the death of Voldemort and few of his underlings still hiding in the shadows, Hogwarts has slowly come back to its former glory. It has been eight years since the Battle Of Hogwarts happened, and the reopening of the school. A handful of old professors returned to the school, as well as a few others. This would be a hopeful year for the students, as some are going for their last year, or their first year at the famous school. Students young and old said their goodbyes and slowly boarded onto the train.

Among the students that boarded the train, was a rather well known blonde haired, female Slytherin. She had shown promise in the past few years not only in Quidditch, but as a spell caster and a future healer as she had shown great interest in healing spells. The young Witch silently boarded the train with few supplies as she had come alone, as she always had years prior, even her first year she came by herself, only to have been greeted by Professor Slughorn. He had helped her with her things, picking out her wand and pet, and her books. But that was years ago, and now she was by herself.

She stepped onto the train and walked silently to the back of the train, and sat in an empty coach by herself, as the voices of countless students sounded throughout the small train. She sat by the window on the side and put down her book bag and removed a small book from the bag, it was one of her long time favorites and read silently as she resumed to go into the world of ALice In Wonderland, cutting out the outside world entirely as she read.

Meanwhile on the platform outside, a small brown haired girl stood, gazing at the station that housed the old train she had been told about by the one that helped bring her here, none other than Rubeus Hagrid, the caretaker of magical creatures. He helped her find her wand at Olivander's, her pet which she chose a small, white ferret, and her books. He gave her goodbye as she would have to be on the train by herself, and that he'd see her when she arrived at the school. The young girl nervously gripped her small bag that was on her back, holding Lily closely to her body as she stepped onto the train.

She was accidentally slammed into the side of the train as a much larger student accidentally walked into her, "Sorry!" he yelled as he looked over his shoulder, which only caused her to give him an awkward smile and in almost a whisper spoke, "It's okay...M-My bad." she stuttered and continued walked down the aisle of the train, trying to find any spaces where she could sit. All had been full that she saw, and slowly made her way to the back of the train, where an almost entirely empty coach was open, as a blonde girl was sitting in one of the spots, reading a book.

The young girl smiled as she nervously spoke to the woman sitting in the seat, "I-is it okay if I take a seat? A-all the others are full..." she said with a timid voice.

The blonde woman looked up and smiled when she saw the young girl ask if it was alright to sit with her, "Of course, sit wherever you want." she said with a small nod, glancing at the girl, then back at the book.

The young girl smiled, and trolled into the room, and sat down on the opposite side of the room, placing her bag down and held Lily close to her, in her lap. "My name's Violet. Violet Marsden..A-and you?" she asked with a small tinge of nervousness in her voice, while she was outgoing, she couldn't help but be filled with immense anxiety that filled her.

The older girl gave a brief smile and nodded, putting her book in her lap, "It's nice to meet you, Violet. I'm Jessie Carter. Nervous? As I can tell it's your first year. You'll be fine, I'm sure of it." she gave her a gentle nod.

Violet gave her a cheery smile as the woman that introduced herself seemed nice enough, "Th-thank you, Miss Carter. I've just never been out of London before, never mind to a different country." she said with a nervous chuckle.

Jessie gave the girl a small chuckle, which was almost entirely undetectable, "Jessie will do just fine. But as I said, Hogwarts will be your new home, and you'll be fine. Nothing has happened aside from what happened on my first year. Besides, if anything does, you'll have plenty of stong Witches and Wizards by your side." she gave a small grin.

Violet's eyes widened at the mention of a terrible event, "Y-you mean you were there? At the Battle? I only heard small parts of it..I'm sorry about that.." she said with a tone of sadness.

Jessie shook her head, "H-how about we don't talk about that, huh? Everything will be fine. You'll be sorted into a House and everything will be just peachy, alright?" she said to the small girl, who only nodded and as they waited for the rest of the passengers to board they made small talk for a few more moments.

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"Hogwarts will always welcome you home."
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JESSIE CARTER
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ImageTime had passed by slowly as the other students finally said their goodbyes to their loved ones and guardians, and filed onto the train and took their seats. For the most part, Jessie was content with being in an almost empty compartment aside from the new girl, but a part of her was rather disappointed and felt a bit dejected that none of her friends from past years had come to look for her, maybe they would later. But for now she cared about getting to the school, this year was going to be good, she could tell.

As time passed, Jessie and the younger girl made conversation and small talk every now and then, and eventually, they arrived to the old school. When the train had come to a complete stop the students began to exit the train, taking whatever they brought with them. Meanwhile, Jessie had only the small book bag with her as she usually left her things at the school in her dormitory, as her family practically forbid her to take anything from school with her, aside from her cat and owl, and a few other small things that could fit in the bag. Jessie sighed and stood up, as Fenrir jumped off of the seat next to her and onto the floor and followed her out the door.

Eventually, she was lost among the crowd of students and slowly the crowd made their way into the castle, and took their seats in their respective spots depending on what houses they had been sorted into years ago, while the first year students remained standing and awaited being sorted into whatever house they would be put into for the remainder of their time at the school in the following years to come.

Jessie took her seat where the rest of the members of her house were, seeing some familiar faces among the Slytherin house, as well as some in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and of course...Gryffindor. Patiently and silently she waited as the Headmistress stood up from where she was sitting at the center of the long table at the front and center of the Great Hall.

"Welcome, to new and old students. To those who are new, and to those that may be coming here for your final year, may the Sorting Ceramony begin." she spoke with viger and nastalgia, as she always loved seeing who would be sorted into what house.




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VIOLET MARSDEN
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ImageMeanwhile, for the young girl that sat with Jessie, time went by even slower for her. Anxiety rang high, and she couldn't help but have a large an slowly ever growing pit in her stomach as the train was finally filled with all the students, and the train began to be ready for departure. No turning back now, huh..?, she thought to herself as she held her small ferret close to her body as the train made its way to the school.

Thankfully, the girl she had been traveling with so far had been kind enough to her, and made her feel at slight more ease as they made small talk all the way there. From what their life was like outside school, allbeit the older girl was more reserved for what she said, to the life they'd be living at school, to how magic worked at the school, etc. Finally the train had made its way into the station, and slowly stopped, and eventually, the students began to disperse.

In the past, first years would be separated from the older students and would arrive at the school on small row boats, but with the events that had happened years ago, they couldn't risk something happening again and had since combined the means of transportation for the younger and older students. Violet watched as Jessie stood up and grabbed her things and left the small couch, leaving Violet alone, who only clambered her things together and quickly tried to follow Jessie. But she was lost amongst the crowd and was pushed back as she saw Jessie disappear into the crowd of older students.

Eventually, the large crowd had made its way to the castle, and eventually up to the long stairs cases and pathways, and eventually the long halls that lead into The Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony would be held. Violet could feel a tightening in her chest, as well as her palms beginning to sweat as she knew what was going to take place.

Soon, the older students took their seats where Violet guessed they had been sorted into, the four well-known houses. She wondered what house she would be put into, and what kind of friends she would make along the way, only time would soon tell. As she was lost in her thoughts, she was taken out of them as Violet heard her name be called from the crowd.

"Violet Marsden, please step forward!" Headmistress McGonagall exclaimed as she looked at the small group of remaining students. She had taken into account that this year had been the smallest group of first years in the past recent times. Odd happening to be sure, she thought to herself.

The young girl blinked and slowly felt her feet move forwards in the direction of the hat that who she assumed was the Headmistress she had been told about. Violet nervously moved forward until she was at the small, wooden seat that was before her, she took a deep breath and turned around, sitting down on the small wooden fixture beneath her. Violet closed her eyes as she felt a slight pressure on her head as the old leather hat was placed.

"Hhmm..." the article of what would be clothing began to mumble under its breath. "What do we have here...A Marsden...A bloodline I haven't had the pleasure of in some time. Tell me, Violet, what do you treasure most?" it questioned the young girl as it sat upon her head.

Violet's eyes widened as the hat spoke to her, and thought to herself. What did she treasure most? By that, did it mean what virtue did she treasure most? Bravery? Ambition? Cleverness? No...While she did treasure those, they weren't her strongest.

The hat made a small nod of what would be its head, if it had one. "I see. So...The House that best suits you is..."

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"Hufflepuff!" the old hat exclaimed after a moment of silence.

Violet's eyes opened as the hat spoke, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit as it was revealed what house she would be put into.

The hat was lifted off of her head by the Headmistress who gave her a kind smile and nod of her head as she spoke, "Hufflepuff it is, Miss Marsden." she gave the young girl a smile once more as she waved her on, and began to read the rest of the few names that were on the parchment paper.

Violet gathered her thoughts and nodded as she stood up, and walked to the crowd of Hufflepuffs that gladly welcomed the new addition to their House. Violet couldn't help but smile as the older and fellow younger students welcomed her with open arms and cheer and hugs.

As they all settled down they watched as the rest of the first years were sorted. Some more went to Hufflepuff, then to Ravenclaw, and the most were then evenly split into Gryffindor and Slytherin. And after all was said and done with the Sorting Ceremony, the Great Feast began as food was brought out and placed infront of the students. Who all began to dig in and chat amongst their fellow house members and friends.

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