The irony of the twins being born in Gemini has never been lost on Andressa. While she does embody many of the more positive traits, the weaknesses of The Twins are what get to her the most. She cannot be alone for long. She never has been. Ever since she was created, someone else was with her. Actually feeling her feelings (other than the more positive ones) can be hard for her. Donât even get her started on actually processing her trauma. Sheâll simply change the subject.
While the negative traits describe her, so do many of the positive. Sheâs smart. Annoyingly so at times. This was made even more obvious when her brother sorted Ravenclaw. Though Andressa always preferred the power her knowledge gave her over her actual learning. She has a great ability to read people. Within a few minutes, Andressa knows who someone is. Though her blind loyalty to those she loves sometimes gets in the way. The trait that has become the handiest is the ability to make friends with anyone. Her success at the Grave is proof of that.
Ferociously proud and somewhat vain might as well be the Parkinson family motto. Andressa embodies her rising signâs biggest traits to a t. Sheâs a natural leader, if not made obvious of how she handled her family after her motherâs death. She has a very strong sense of dignity, self-respect, and personal honor. If someone disrespects her, you are dead to her. End of story.
There is not much Andressa values more than loyalty and her moon sign highlights it. Once she has determined someone is worth her loyalty, that is it. It will take more than most to let them go. Material comforts, such as a nice house and her clothes, are necessities to her. Some might find them frivolous, but she cannot be without them. Sheâs a romantic. If it wasnât made obvious by the collection of Jane Austen first editions she keeps in her flat, it would be by her need to make everyone feel loved. Her friends know this by the flowers and a nice handwritten notes she always has delivered.Â
Core: Dragon Heartstring.
There was no doubt in anyoneâs mind her wand core would be the dragon. It holds power, something Andressa is always vying for. Thereâs a loyalty to her core that does not go unvalued by her, knowing any spell she tries will be successful. The rumors of the wand turing Dark have not fallen on deaf ears but Andressa is not worried. Not yet anyway.
She remembered the look on Olivanderâs face when the Cherry wand was placed in her hand. She still remembered his words, âA Cherry DragonâŚ.you must make sure to keep your mind strong and your emotions in check. I would hate to see what happens otherwise.â It made her feel special, chosen in a way to have a Cherry wand. The handle has small cherry blossoms carved into it, another special trait of her special wand.
Flexibility and length: 11 inches and sturdy.
While a little long for her height, it makes sense when thinking of the power her wand possesses. She likes to think itâs a match for her personality, which is much larger than many would expect from someone like her.
Her amortentia has changed over the years. While at school, it was the smell of a fire in the Slytherin Common Room, fresh parchment, the garden at her home in full bloom, and her perfume mixed with a more masculine scent, usually that of whatever boy had her eye at the moment. Now, itâs her motherâs perfume, the mix of scents she has for the Grave (amber, aged patchouli, bergamot, black vanilla, sandalwood and pink peppercorn), the smell of the fabric store, and Luciusâ cologne.
Her boggart has been the same her whole life. Cristiano dead. The idea of him no longer being by her side is enough to send her spiraling. The first time she faced a boggart in her home when she was seven, she screamed so loud she lost her voice and fainted. He has been the only constant in her life. Her other half. It was her job to make sure this never happened. No matter what the cost.Â
It took until Andressaâs seventh year at Hogwarts to produce a Patronus. It was the one spell she couldnât do on the first try. A rather sore subject if she was being honest. But she knew she needed it to past her NEWTs and the last thing she was going to do was not master something some had mastered years ago.
 The memory was a simple one. All her friends and her brother at their childhood home, sitting in the garden at night. It wasnât one she thought would work but thenâŚ.the whisps of smoke formed. She shouldnât have been surprised it was a crow. They were loyal, clever, traveling in packs and fierce when needed. Some of her classmates werenât surprised, she was a Slytherin after all. But she knew the moment the bird flew around her head how fitting it was.Â
