Audition

[ginnyweasley]

Yea of course, I didn’t even think about that.
I’m not sure if Lily would be in Hogwarts yet so I went with she isn’t.
I hope this one works better.

What a long year, not that Ginny didn’t love the time she got to spend with her daughter, but Lily was so much like Ginny it was almost scary. Ginny too hated having to stay home with her parents every year while her older brothers got to go off and learn magic at Hogwarts. It made it a little bit easier to empathize with her daughter but, at the same time, now she knew how her own mother had felt before Ginny went to Hogwarts.

It would be nice not only for Lily but also for Ginny, Lily would finally have someone else to talk to and Ginny wouldn’t have to entertain her daughter anymore. The only unpleasant thing about the day the boys came home was Lily’s excitement, which meant Lily woke both Ginny and Harry up at the crack of dawn. It could be worse, but Ginny always hoped it would never get that way.

Ginny got up reluctantly and put on the best smile she could for her daughter who was standing in front of her. She turned back to her husband and shook him away. “Come on, Harry.” Looking at Lily, “Go get dressed and give me and your father a little bit to get dressed then we’ll go out to breakfast together one last time before we pick up your brothers.” She smiled as she stood up out of bed and Lily left the room. Ginny got dressed and Harry got up and did the same before the family left their house and stopped at a local diner to grab a bite to eat before they had to get to Platform 9 3/4.

Harry parted ways with Ginny and Lily right before they got to Kings Cross Station; he had to go to work. The two girls hustled their way through the rest of London’s streets and into the train station. It was a pleasant stroll to platforms 9 and 10. Making sure that no one was watching the two easily crossed on Platform 9 ¾ just in time to see the Hogwarts Express arrive full of students. The platform was almost completely full by the time Ginny and Lily arrived, they went to a near pillar to sit and wait for James and Al to join them.

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[shamelessvanity]

My audition for Kari Petunia Dursley:

Raged filled her mind as she watched Grace Finnigan walk past her. The blond Hufflepuff walked the halls like she was a Goddess. She was not a Goddess, she was annoying. Just because she was good at Quidditch didn't mean anything. Just because her parents were Quidditch stars didn't mean anything either. Kari was related to Harry-bloody-Potter! The boy who lived, the head of Aurors, and the man who saved the entire wizarding world from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Why was Grace so special? She wasn't, and when Kari is able to try out for Quidditch she would show her.

Was it simple enough to say Hikari Petunia Dursley was jealous? Hell yes it was! Did she care? Not really. Huffing, Hikari stomped down the corridor after her rival and flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder. She was good at Quidditch too. The Ravenclaw was good at a lot of things. She was supreme in muggle studies, she was at the top of her class in Potions. She had intelligence, brand name clothes, beauty, and apart of a famous family. She would show everyone exactly what she was capable of.

Kari was gorgeous, she had an exotic look thanks to her mother. She was practically a hero in her brother's eyes. Her mind went blank as she thought of Harry. Her sweet, sweet little brother. He was her world, she wanted to be the best for not only herself, but for him as well. She wanted to remain his hero. Kari wanted him to remain proud of her. She would attain her goals even if it meant sacrificing her conscience, and obsessing over something others would call trivial.

She walked past Grace, giving her a sickenly, sweet smile and then waved flirtaciously at Colin Creevey."Hi Colin, you're looking so handsome today."

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[fleur]

Fleur Weasley, previously Delacour, was turning out to be more and more like her mother in law as the years wore on, but even moreso now that the times were as they were. Sure, the dark lord had been defeated, but at what cost? Nothing was the same, and Fleur, who was generally a positive person, had a hard time believing things would ever be alright. Snatchers roamed the lands, and though Fleur wasn’t considered completely pureblood, she’d managed to be pardoned from them. It didn’t stop them trying to snatch other witches or wizards for their blood status, and Fleur worried for her children’s safety, and her husband’s. She stood in the kitchen, a clean white apron tide neatly around her petite frame to protect her clothes from any messes she might make, though it was unlikely. She didn’t used to like cooking, but she’d grown to like it now that people depended on her. She turned and leaned against the counter, gazing out the window at the distant water. Shell Cottage, her home for all these years which was usually such a beautiful and peaceful place, had a constant gloom over it. Dementors had multiplied, spreading themselves amongst the world wherever they could, and sucking the souls out of unsuspecting muggles. They were dark times, and Fleur was in constant fear of going out or having her children out. But Bill always managed to talk her down, to get her to a point where she at least felt it was okay to let her kids out of her sight.
It was Christmas, usually such a cheery and exciting time, but all she could think about was getting her kids into the safety of the cottage before anything happened to them. Bill had gone off to get them, and she’d stayed under the protection of the enchantments that surrounded the house. It hadn’t been her idea, but Bill had asked her to stay, just in case someone came alone in need of help. She tried to be happy and upbeat and tell her children it would all be okay eventually, but she was in constant fear. Sadly, there wasn’t much she could do about it. Hearing the familiar sound of apparition she glanced more eagerly out another window, spotting Bill and their three children. She pulled off her apron, tossing it aside as she ran out the front door to them. She loved all of her children dearly, and some might even say she coddled them, but she worried when they were away; which was more frequently then they weren’t. She hugged and kissed each of them, then held Louis’s hand as she led them back in the house with Bill. By no means did she play favorites, but Louis was her baby, and her only boy, at times she tended to worry about him more than his older sisters. She was happy that even though he was growing up, he seemed to have no trouble letting her worry and fret over him. And as they made their way inside Fleur happily listened to them talk amongst themselves, talking to their father. Bill had gone to Hogwarts, where as Fleur had gone to a school in France, Beauxbatons. So she knew very little to nothing about Hogwarts, save for the one time she’d been for the Triwizard tournament, where she had met William for the first time.
Once they were inside, and away from the harsh cold of the outside winds and mists from the water she pulled away from her children, sitting at the olden wooden kitchen table they’d shared so many meals at. She felt light of heart once more, like she finally was able to breathe freely and without worry. These moments were fleeting, so she was happy to simply sit and bask them in. It was amazing to see her children, and her son, together and enjoying life as if nothing were wrong, therefore it was easy for her to forget what sort of live they had been living in lately. When the conversations started to die away Fleur smiled enthusiastically towards her family and finally spoke. “’are any of you hungry? I would say, after your trip, you must!” She stood and made her way to the stove where she pulled out the food she’d been cooking for their return home, though her wand had done most of the work, and she brought it to the table. “Bill, I ‘ave something for you.” She pulled a steak from the fridge that she’d only cooked partly. Ever since his attack on the astronomy tower, he’d eaten his food a bit more raw. She didn’t mind, she loved him regardless. She kissed his cheek as she sat next to him, and with a wave of her wand, plates appeared all around the table. She straightened out her dress before she began dishing herself some and they all hate greedily, with smiles on their faces.
Dinner went by far too quickly, and eventually it was time for bed. The children, though they were hardly children anymore, were all exhausted from their journey home, and Fleur was tired from stress. They all had bags under their eyes, but they all looked anxious to stay awake. Finally, well Fleur had fallen asleep with her shoulder on Bill’s shoulder; they’d decided it was time for bed. She kissed all of her children goodnight, and once she was sure they all had what they needed she headed to bed with her husband. She was so tired she was sure she wouldn’t make it there, but they got to their room and she fell forward on the bed, sighing in a deep breath. Bill grinned and pulled her shoes off for her and she grinned slightly into the comforter on their bed. “Merci darling.” She said, and as she felt him slide onto the bed beside her, his arm moving around her, she knew that tonight she would have nothing to worry about. Her children were safe, and she was in the arms of the one man she’d always loved. Tomorrow would be a new day, and who knew what it would bring. But for now, she was content.

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[fleur]

Woo, Thank you! Sure, I'll have her at Gringott's just to keep herself sane and get out once in a while.

[fleur]

Yeah, audition for Lavender.

Lavender sighed as she glanced at her wrist watch. Past two am, and she was still stuck here. Sure, she was happy working as a writer for Witch Weekly, but with all the events taking place in the wizarding world these days it was hard to keep up with all her work. And worst of all, tonight was a full moon. It wasn’t that big of a deal, of course, but she felt more and more irritable as the minutes ticked by. The moon shone through her office window and over her desk ominously and finally when she could stand it no longer she moved to the window and jerked the shades closed. “UGH!” she mumbled, exasperated and made her way back to her desk, putting the buds from her iPod back in her ears. It helped her focus on most nights, but tonight it was just noise. She felt the tears begin to build up behind her eyes from the frustration of being unable to find a happy medium. She was either irritated to no end, or happy to the point nothing could bother her. It had been the way she was since she was a girl, but worse now that she had werewolf ticks. She’d only been bitten by Greyback, and was lucky to be saved by Hermione and Trelawney. She was thankful for them, and never resentful or hateful towards Hermione again after that. But on nights like tonight, she just couldn’t be pleased.
Hearing her cell vibrate on her desk she picked it up and flipped it open. Generally she would be opposed to muggle technologies, but cell phones and iPods had proven to be quite handy; cell phones especially had proven to be much quicker form of communication than owl post. As she glanced at her texts she noticed it was from Parvati, and resisted the urge to close her phone and tuck it away. She was her best friend, and she didn’t want to snap at her, but instead she heaved another sigh and read the text, propping her face in her palm, her elbow resting on the edge of her desk. ‘Just wondered if you made it home before dark are you okay?’ She felt that sting of irritation again, and wanted to throw her phone, but instead said “Didn’t make it, fine don’t worry,” and slipped it back in her pocket, being sure to silence it first. That was as far as she would go in the conversation; she wasn’t going to risk upsetting her friend simply because she was feeling irritable over a stupid moon. She looked down at the article she’d been writing for Witch Weekly and suddenly wanted to rip it up and toss it in the trash. This was awful; she shouldn’t be here, not in her state of mind. She shrugged and instead shut her notebook. She wasn’t going to finish it; she would have to deal with the repercussions from work tomorrow. For tonight, she was done, and going home to her husband. As she stood and grabbed her things her bag knocked over a photo frame on her desk and it clattered to the floor, the glass smashing all over the floor. “Damn it!” She yelled out and bent down to pick it up. It was a picture of her and her daughter Brianna, whom she felt a closer connection to than her son, but perhaps it was just because he was a daddy’s boy. She would have to fix the frame later, but for now she was ready to get home. So she rested the broken frame on her desk and stepped over the glass on her way out.
After locking up she made her way up to the muggle street, and to the point where it was safe to apparate. The night felt cold, and eerily dangerous, so she walked quickly, her shoes clicking against the pavement as she did so. Once she was safely within the apparation area she apparated, and within moments was standing on the doorstep to her and Seamus’ home. It felt good to be home, and though her irritation wasn’t completely gone, it had thinned some, and she put a smile on her face as Seamus greeted her at the door. “Hey.” She said softly, and tried to sound as happy as she could. She could tell from the look on his face he’d been worried, and that only flared up her temper again. She hated full moons, she wasn’t generally like this, but she wished people would just bugger off until the next night, give her some space. “Before you say anything, I’m fine.” She tucked her hands in her back pockets as she watched him, waiting for her mood to calm, and then pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek. “You didn’t have to wait up, but thank you.” She was being truthful, it was nice to have someone waiting up no matter what time of night it was. She made her way past him into the kitchen and poured herself some water, which was cool and soothed her irritated throat. She was hungry, but it was late, and sleep outweighed food so instead she finished her water, placing her cup in the sink and began to take off her shoes. It was a huge relief as her feet were released from their purgatory and she sighed, a smile spreading on her face. “Perfect, now, sleep?” she nodded and flipped off the light knowing Seamus would follow.
Once in the bedroom she changed, putting on some shorts and a tank top so that she could sleep cool and not toss and turn from heat. She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed next to her husband, who had pulled out an old copy of Witch Weekly and was reading it. She laid back and stared at the ceiling, not caring much for conversation tonight. “You did excellent on this edition you know?” she nodded, biting the inside of her cheek but didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his words churn around in her head. “Yeah, thanks.” She leaned over and gave him a soft kiss, then turned the light off and pulled the blankets up to her chest, her arms resting easily over them. “I love you Seamus, goodnight.” She knew she wasn’t being friendly tonight, but after as long as they’d been together, she knew that he understood. And tomorrow would be better at any rate... tomorrow, she would be better.

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[Penelope Clearwater]

Audition for Penelope.

In the years that have passed since the Second Wizarding War, Hogwarts had been rebuilt thanks to the funding from the Ministry of Magic. Classes were to start again in September, like it had in years past. Everything was shaping up to go back to normal. Everyone had their own scars, all different, all caused by the war. Penelope even had her own, most Muggleborns, or at least the ones who were captured and taken to Askaban had them. It was a number etched with magic on the back of their neck. The Death Eaters had found it to be an excellent way of keeping track of the Mudbloods, as they were called.

Penelope detested the word, and she still had nightmares of being trapped inside those cold dark walls with Dementors and Death Eaters surrounding them, of course most of them were actually fighting in the war but the Dark Lord had granted a special few leave to tend to them. Most of them all, hated the Muggleborns and would torture them for fun. It was all out of boredom really. Penelope shuddered, and took a deep breath. “It’s all over, Penny. Quit thinking about it!” she muttered to herself. She now taught Arithmancy for Hogwarts, as the old teacher had retired. She quite enjoyed being around the children, it kept her mind from wandering.

She exited her classroom ready to go home for the day. With only two weeks left before school started, teachers had been returning left and right to get their lesson plans out of the way and ready for when the students came back. Penelope had rented a flat in Hogsmeade, above Zonko’s Joke Shop. It really wasn’t her thing, but it was a place to live, until she found something better. She entered the shop, waved at the owner and was just about to head upstairs when she heard a voice she hadn’t heard in a very long time.

She rounded a corner and spotted a tall, lank man who was no other than Percy Weasley. He had two young girls with him, his daughters, she presumed. “Perce, is that you? Oh Merlin, I haven’t seen you in ages, how have you been?” she asked him smiling. He smiled at her, “It’s good to see you too, Penny.” He told her smiling giving her an awkward one armed hug, since his other hand had been latched onto by his youngest. “Been busy, I was promoted last week, as Shacklebolt’s secretary. Nice bloke, really. Glad he was elected.” He told her offhandedly. “What about you?” he asked. “Oh terrific, I got a job as a teacher at Hogwarts, teaching Arithmancy. Well, I gotta go. Busy day tomorrow and all. It was good seeing you, Percy.” She told him making her way up to her flat.

[littlered]

Name: Lily Luna Potter
Age: Ten
Birthday: TB7 April
Sibling(s): James Sirius Potter (Older) || Albus Severus Potter (older)
Parents: Harry Potter || Ginny Potter (nee: Weasley)
Other Family: Weasleys
Friends:Hugo Weasley || Harry Dursley
Ancestry:English
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Pet(s):None
Occupation: Not a student yet
Schooling:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Will be sorted in Hufflepuff
Year: Not yet enrolled.
Titles: Chaser
Best subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Worst Subject: Divinination
Wand: 10”, Alder wood ,Unicorn tail ,supple
Patronus: dolphin
Boggart: Being the family failure

Personality: While she resembles her mother greatly both in looks and personality she is notably more shy when it comes to meeting new people, often hiding behind Ginny or any other family member at her disposal before a forced introduction is made on the stranger's part.

Facts:

001 Is closer with James then with Albus.
002 Gets along well with her cousins Hugo Weasley and Harry Dursley
003 She's closer with Ginny than Harry.
004 Shy


Lily stuck near her siblings as her family made their way through the crowded train station, clinging to James’ hand. She glanced around, afraid as always that she would get swept away into the crowd, too small to be noticed. She walked quickly to keep up with her brothers, looking around at everyone and everything. The people inside Kings’ Cross station were always so interesting. She looked up at the signs for the platforms, stopping with her family near the barrier in between the two platforms labeled 9 and 10. She continued to hold tightly to her brother’s hand as she listened to her mother speak. “ James and Lily, go through, we’ll follow.”
Lily glanced up at her brother who smiled back at her and walked swiftly toward the barrier, not wanting any muggles to see them. They walked straight through the brick wall, ending up on Platform 9 ¾ on the other side. Several students stood around, saying goodbye to their families, while others yelled and waved to friends they hadn’t seen all summer. The Hogwarts Express stood waiting, dark smoke billowing from it. Moments later her parents and other brother, Albus, joined them. She turned to face both of her brothers as her parents began to say their goodbyes, making sure their children had everything.
Her eyes widened and filled with tears for the billionth time in the past few days. “Do you have to go?” She asked them once again, clutching both of their hands tightly. She didn’t want to be all alone at home once again. At least when Albus was still home she had someone to play with. Now she spent long days alone as her parents worked, wishing there was another child around to play with. She bit her lip as her brothers told her once again that they had to go back to school, and reminded her that next year she would join them at Hogwarts. She threw her arms around James’ waist, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. She held herself close to him for several moments before speaking. “I’ll miss you,” she said, letting him go and hugging Albus quickly. James reached down and wiped her tears away. “Hey, don’t cry, we’ll write you every day. Right Al?” he told her, smiling. Her other brother nodded quickly.

“Promise?”She asked, sniffing softly. James nodded, holding up his right hand.

“Promise.” Lily nodded and, after speaking to their parents for a few minutes longer, she watched them board the train. They waved to her through the open window as the train slowly began to move.
“Bye Lily!” She heard them shout. “See you at Christmas!”
“Goodbye!” She shouted back, waving to them with a slight smile. She continued to wave as she watched the train turn the corner, then, once she could see them no longer, turned to her parents. She took each of their hands, then walked with them, out of the train station and back toward the car.

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[janeprovidence]

Audition for Hermione Weasley.

The sky was dark, as it was still early in the morning but Hermione was restless. Today was the day her last child Hugo, would be off to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, it broke her heart to see her babies grow up so fast but she knew that this time would have to come sooner or later. Of course this didn't phase Ron at all, as she had once said many years ago he has the emotional range of a teaspoon. She finally swung her legs off the bed, and got up. Yes it was still too early to be up, but she couldn't lie in that bed any longer. She was going to drive herself insane with the constant thinking that was going on inside her head. She descended the staircase that lead into the kitchen and headed over to the stove to make herself a pot of tea. That always helped her calm down, even if it was just some herbs in water.

The pot was just sounding off, when she heard a soft voice come from behind her. Mommy? Hermione turned to see Hugo standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Oh hello love, why don't you go back to bed." she said walked over to her son. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lead him back towards his room, careful not to make too much noise in fear of waking Rose up. Rose was hard to get back to sleep, because much like Hermione once she was up she was up for the rest of the day.

Once she got Hugo back to bed she went back into the kitchen to finish off her tea that she just brewed. Hermione missed magic terribly, she rarely performed it in front of Hugo, it was a promise she had made to herself once he was born. No magic, until her last child was attending Hogwarts. But, she still did some here and there, as long as Hugo wasn't around. She moved her finger in a circle, magically stirring her cup as she poured sugar and honey into it.

It wasn't long before she heard someone else come down the staircase, which of course was Ron. She rolled her eyes when he made the comment she had been anticipating Christ 'Mione why are you up so bloody early? she laughed softly before quietly replying. "Ronald, our baby boy is heading off to Hogwarts. Why else would I be up so early?" she wasn't sure if she was nervous or scared but she hated this feeling. She had it when Rose went off to Hogwarts for the first time, but this time it was much worse because she knew that this was the last first time at the platform.

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[starrdustxxowls]

Name: Persephone Annabella Zabini
Playby: Hope Olaide Wilson
Alias(es): Seph, Zabini, Etc.
Age: 14
Birthplace: Milan, Italy.
Current Residence: In Zabini Manor, Located about 50 miles out of London, in a secluded area separated by magic.
Birthdate: April 17th, 2007.
Sign: Aries.
Heritage: Italian and British.
Blood Status: Pureblood
Accent: A british accent, much like her father's.
Mother: Carlotta Marie Moretti [Deceased]
Father: Blaise Zabini
Sibling(s): None.
Best Friend(s): TBD
Pet(s): A black pug named, Hades and a Barn Owl named Jupiter.
Resides With: Her father.
Personality Trait(s): Quick-tempered, violent, impatient, egotistical, stubborn, adaptable, intelligent, intuitive, manipulative, sociable, blunt...
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Height: 5'4"
Hair Colour: Dark Brown/Black.
Eye Colour: Brown with green speckles.
Year: 4th.
House: Slytherin.
Best Subject(s): Potions, Divinations, DADA, Astronomy and Transfigurations.
Worst Subject(s): Herbology, and History of magic.
Affiliation(s): Slytherin House. Hogwarts Chorus, Slytherin team Chaser, [Neo death eaters if that's allowed.] Duelling Club, Wizard's Chess Club.
Wand: Willow, Augurey tail feather, 8 1/3"
Patronus: Raven.
Boggart: Her father dead.
Amortentia: Lilac Flowers, Summer breeze, and fresh laundry.

Facts about Persephone:

001. She was named after the goddess of the underworld in greek mythology - as her father is fascinated about it.
002. She is a seer, and that's why she is good at Divinations and Astronomy. She only can see things at random times though - she has no control over it and it's usually things that have happened in the past. Persephone likes to pretend that she's not gifted in that department.
003. Her mother died when she was five and she's had three stepmothers who have all died suspiciously. Much like with her own father's stepfathers.
004. Persephone is a lot like Blaise as far as his disdainful opinions, however, she also differs a lot as far as being more sociable.
005. Her mother was of Italian Descent, and her father is 1/4 Italian. [Hence the name Zabini]. This makes her mostly Italian, but even so doesn't know a word of Italian. She was too young to remember from when her mother died.

((NOTE: I'm making her backstory similiar to Blaise with his mother. Each husband's death both occurred under suspicious circumstances and left the already wealthy Ms. Zabini and her son richer. This would be the same for Blaise and Persephone, only with his wives instead. And only 3 so far. Other than her own mother.))

Audition:

'Excuse me?! You cannot simply walk into my home and tell me what to do as if I am some mudblood heathen!' Blaise's voice rose throughout the Zabini Manor. Persephone sighed, sitting down in the parlour of their huge estate. A old classmate of her father's was visiting them and trying to coerce her father into joining a group of pureblood elitests that were coming around and up. 'Marcus, I must kindly ask you to leave. Say goodbye to Mr. Flint, Persephone.' Her father didn't even so much as glance at her while he glared down the rather frightening looking man standing before them. They were to discuss business with tea and some sandwiches, but that changed rather quickly when Marcus tried to get Mr. Zabini involved in something he didn't wish to be. "Good day, Mr. Flint. Thank you for coming and paying us a visit...Daddy, I'll see him to the door." Not noticing the curt nod that her father gave her, Persephone led the man to the door. "Please do not be loud, though there are not neighbors for a few miles it is the principal of the matter. The door creaked shut behind her before Mr. Flint could even say a single word to her. Never would she understand why her father let that man into their home. Then again business was business and business was grand. Her father had opened up a high classed restaurant in Diagon Alley that he had purchased after the war that had occured in his time in Hogwarts. They didn't necessarily need the money but her father was out to make a good name of their family. A few years after the restaurant was stable he took a vacation in Italy to meet her mother. Carlotta. Persephone did not know much about her mother, other than that she was from a strong pureblood family of Italian witches and wizards and that she herself, had her mother's smile and elegance when she wanted to.

'Thank you, Persephone. It has been a long week and tomorrow I have to take you to King's Cross Station to send you off to Hogwarts again. I have a funeral to make arrangements for since your stepmother passed away earlier this week. Merlin rest her soul." Mr. Zabini smiled wearily at his daughter and poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey before opening the Daily Prophet. "It's a shame really, Marianne was such a good stepmother to you and an excellent wife." Wife number three was down and even she had to wonder at this point if her father was responsible for the death's of the women that had married him. First it was Evangeline, then Elena, and now Marianne. "Yes. Though father she was hardly deserving of you or to be in our home. The woman would have hardly produced you any worthy children, not to mention that I found out recently that she was a blood-traitor when she was younger. Do not ask me how I know that...but a former blood-traitor is hardly the kind of woman you want for a wife. I would never let myself marry a blood-traitor. They are just as bad as the mudbloods and half-breeds!" A soft snort came out of her as she plopped gracefully into the nicely covered leather couch across from her father's chair. The truth was that she had another vision of the past that revealed the truth about Marianne's path. Though Persephone didn't exactly enjoy the "Divine Gifts" she posessed. It was something that she couldn't control and had been happening since she was two or three years old. 'Would you like to attend the funeral? I could write the headmistress and have her excuse you for a few hours to attend....' Her father looked at her quizically for a moment before she decided against the idea. "No. I'd rather not, I will be working hard this year to get my marks up in History of Magic. I'll need all the time I can get to study and make myself get ahead this year."

Blaise nodded in understanding, and stood up with his drink in hand and the paper tucked under his arm. 'That's quite alright then. Just know that you will be going with me to Italy for your holiday break this winter. I've already booked a nice room where we can be secluded and enjoy the beauty that Italy has to offer.' Persephone nodded and grabbed her cup of tea,"Of course, father. I wouldn't dream of it." She watched her father in his fine tailor-made black suit walk up the stairs and pulled out a magazine with the latest fashions and acessories, and began to order a whole set of new outfits for the school year. It wouldn't do for her to wear old clothes. A small problem that many had with Seph was that she was rather vain and picky like her father was at her age. It wouldn't do for her to show any less than what she was worth. The thing about being a Zabini was that you knew you were good looking, pure of blood, and it was quiet obvious who your inferiors were. Of course she also knew how to act around the headmistress. Persephone knew the role she was to play around the Professors, but when it came to the other students she didn't hold back. A small smile played across her gorgeous features as she made sure her trunk was ready. This was going to be her year. She'd also find out what group Mr. Flint was talking about, even if it was the last thing she ever did.