i look inside myself and see my heart is black. i see my red door, i must have it painted black. maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the facts. it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.
basics.
name: dahlia maj greengrass. meaning: valley and dahl's flower; the bitter sea. nickname: none. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: twenty-one. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: alma greengrass (older sister). parents: hubert greengrass (father). valda greengrass nèe olsson (mother). languages: english, swedish, german. current residence: flat in london. current job: manager at slug and jitters. born: stockholm, sweden.
wizard fun.
former hogwarts house: slytherin. former affiliation: death eater. pet: snowy owl; emil. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: bat. boggart: dahlia’s funeral. amortentia scent: freshly washed linen, used parchment, elderflower wine, popcorn. wand type: blackthorn. dragonheart string. 10 ¾”.
appearance.
height: 5'5" hair color: reddish brown. eye color: deep brown. hair style: wildly tamed. fashion style: formal and covered up. fc: olivia cooke.
personality.
+ dignified, creative, inquisitive, self reliant - moody, argumentative, snobby, calculating theme song: paint it black by the rolling stones.
bio.
it was supposed to be a blessing when the second child, dahlia maj, was born but right away it was disappointment. the greengrass curse had stricken the baby. a blood malediction with no cure. she was bound to die at a young age. hubert and valda looked into the child’s eyes that already looked sickly. when hubert was not in the room valda cried. her husband had already written the little girl off even though it was his family that brought the curse upon them. valda held her tight but let go when he was in the room. that’s how dahlia’s life would be. loving in secret, resentment, tears, thick skin and sickness.
her death hadn’t come before her hogwart’s letter did. and so she went and was sorted into slytherin, the only thing her father could be proud of. while there she had to find out who she was as she never had the chance before. all she knew was an icy exterior, to rely on no one to constantly be there and to always be second best. but soon she wised up. she wasn’t second best. she was smart as a whip and twice as sharp. all she needed was her right environment and the slytherin common room and its inhabitants gave it all to her.
while she loved many of the classes hogwarts had to offer, potions is where her heart landed. there was something about the creating of potions that appealed most to her; playing with different herbs, piecing them together to see what they would do. though she would never admit it, dahlia secretly hoped that one day — before she died — that she could find a cure. and that one day she could laugh in her father’s face. the only problem is that she had become so comfortable with the fact she was going to die that she hadn’t given much thought about what a real life would be like. but what if she could find out? so she dedicated her study to potions. this led to becoming the assistant manager for the slug and jiggers apothecary.
without proper death eater meetings and chaos to thrive on, dahlia's focus shifted very much toward her potions. she's willing to make anything and everything but her main goal is finding a cure to help herself as she can feel her health failing more and more. she fears that each day will be her last if she can't find anything to keep her alive. oddly enough she had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to die but deep down it eats at her nerves.
dahlia clings to her potions but also clings to hope that the death eaters will rise as a group once again, with or without voldemort.
