â SHE SINS TO FORGET SHE HAS A HEART, BEATING STEADY â
† Daisy Hookum.
† Ravenclaw / Sixth Year.
† Pureblood.
† Neutral.
† Taken character.
You used to be one of the high society girls, concerning yourself about nothing but galas and the way your peers perceived you. The path you followed sent you down a dark hole, one where you could barely even recognize yourself anymore. Thereâs one promise that got you out. Change. You had to change. Youâve been opening yourself up to others more, getting to know those you used to deem unworthy. However, it seems like old habits still die hard, and youâre not sure the promise of change is enough to save you.
The leaves had only just finished their cycle of turning rich orange shades on the morning of Daisyâs birth. She came in screaming louder than many, demanding to make her presence known and her essence felt. ââShe looks exactly like her mother!â Was always the first surprised remark when the only Hookum child was first introduced to new people, for everyone expected her to have the appearance of her father, all dark hair and hazel eyes. Instead, her locks were fiery, harkening back to the Celtic witches and wizards on her motherâs side, all of whom had originated from the very north of Scotland. Initially, Alastor Hookum (who before her birth, was perhaps more invested than anyone) couldnât care less about the child. After being told for nine months straight that his child was guaranteed to have his side of the familyâs looks, he couldnât help but feel disappointed. Working within the Wizengamot at a fairly high up position gave him more than enough work to throw himself into for the time being, and as a result was barely around for the first year of his daughterâs life. However, being a notable figure within the wizarding community alongside his wife, it was impossible to get by without people talking. There was gossip surrounding their family, more than enough to significantly hurt the familyâs pride, and was eventually the incentive Alastor needed to bring his focus back to the people who should have mattered most to him.
Despite the initial disappointment over which parentâs genes were more prominent in Daisy, it was evident that her character would be nothing short of an almost clone of her fatherâs. Determined, stubborn and headstrong from a young age, Daisy was raised to expect nothing but the best. Granted, she may have been lavished with a few too many gifts she didnât need, and given praise for completing the most mundane tasks, but all of this would contribute to the seemingly endless supply of confidence she would grow to have in the future. However, like most good things in life, having the best came with a price. Though they did care, both her parents were emotionally absent at best. Her mother worked within the department of Aurors, and paired with her fatherâs position in the Wizengamot, filled practically all of their time, leaving their only daughter to be cared for by nanny after nanny. The times where she did see her parents were often at galas, formal dinners and other such events, where her behaviour was constantly on top form. Daisy cannot recall a time when she sat down with either parent, and simply talked â there just wasnât enough time.
This lead to the inevitable independence the Hookum girl was forced to teach herself to have, along with the somewhat crippling loneliness. There was no one to turn to in times of confusion or sadness and oh, how Daisy now wishes she could go back in time and change that. Her head was a mess of emotions and confusion, flying around every hour of the day like birds on speed. She had never deemed herself ânormalâ â not since sheâd started to notice potential lovers, anyway. In her world, arranged marriages were fairly common and often resulted in happiness for both the couple as well as their family. A frequent topic of conversation in her then friendship group of preteen girls, every one of them seemed to be excited at the prospect of it, wondering aloud if theyâd perhaps even find the one for them before their parents did. Daisy, however, was filled with complete dread.
Boys had never taken her interest. They were fun to run around and play pretend Quidditch with, screaming their heads off about which position they all wanted to play, but nothing more. In fact, she wasnât aware that she was supposed to be attracted to them until the age of nine, when her friends at the gala spent the whole night in a corner, giggling away over the meagre selection of boys their age attending. She kept all of this quiet, of course, constantly asking herself whether it was okay, or even normal. Daisyâs relationships with her female friends were wildly different. When they promised to be in each othersâ lives forever, something inside her sparked, the same way it did when she stared at them for a fraction of a second too long, or when one of them reached out absent-mindedly to brush her wild curls away from her eyes, catching her face for a moment.
She turned cold not long after her first crush on a girl. Something inside her felt wrong, awful and borderline sinful â Daisy hated herself for months. Pushing people away became something of a speciality for her, having no qualms about delivering a biting insult or two. During that time period, she lost most of her friends. The ones whoâd promised to stay together forever, her girls from the galas, the people she trusted most.
There was never a moment of realisation, or a sudden epiphany that she was attracted to her own gender, but life never does quite flow like that, the way it does in Muggle movies. However, it was the incentive she needed to pull herself together. Making amends wasnât easy, and she didnât manage to restore her old friendships. Closure had been given, and that was enough.
She informed her parents the summer before returning to Hogwarts for her fourth year, in what was probably the most honest talk sheâd ever had with them. Contrary to what she thought was going to happen (an extreme shouting at, followed by being banished from the house), Alastor and Marion Hookum accepted the fact easily and happily. Their daughter trusted the pair of them enough to open up and truly be herself, and in their eyes, that was all that mattered.
Despite the positive reaction from her parents and the close friends at Hogwarts that currently know, the rest of the world is in the dark. Although insisting that she would like to keep things how they are, the same feeling that made a home within her years ago seems to be returning. The promise of change was what brought Daisy out of her old ways, but now with the weight she feels on her shoulder from bearing such a secret, no one can be so sure that sheâll stay the same. The turn in her behaviour hasnât gone unnoticed, either.
BERTRAM AUBREY Â â Dislikes, canât stand when they are being smug.
IRINA DRAGANOVA Â â Childhood friend, misses often.
CHARITY BURBAGE Â â Best friend, used to bicker with a lot.
THIS CHARACTERâS FACECLAIM IS MADELAINE PETSCH (NEGOTIABLE).
