Pet Peeves, — Getting told what to do, loud chewing, whiners, people who aren’t loyal.
Some Flaws, — If you couldn’t tell I have a massive sweet tooth. I can be too aggressive sometimes even when I don’t mean to me. My jealously issues stem from a lot of things, but I can’t seem to fix them. I can be impatient, especially if it’s with people I don’t like. Obsessive about being the most powerful witch I can be, in all senses of it. I’m over dramatic and I admit it, if you can’t stand that then take a seat. Temperamental -- I don’t burn with ice, I burn with heat and my heart can get hurt a lot easier than it might seem. From being in a cold home as a young child, I’ve become overly physically clingy and affectionate, it’s not for everyone I know. But, It’s not necessarily a bad thing either.
PHYSICAL TRAITS —
Hair color, — Blonde, though I do change it from time to time, it mostly stays blonde.
Eye color, — Hazel
Height, — 5′4
Sense of Style, — I don’t have an exact style it’s all on how I feel, though I don’t normally wear too many bright colors. I dress in lots of Greens, Silvers, Blacks, plus accessorize with what might say is very Slytherin like objects. When at Hogwarts & not I like to think my fashion sense is impeccable.
Piercings, — Bellybutton, 3 in each ear.
Tattoos, — A dragon and moon tattoo between her shoulder blades and base of neck.
Nationality, — English
What does your voice sound like, — slightly sultry, slightly soft, slightly severe from time to time.
Boggart, — Death, Dying alone, Being forgotten. So, death. I hate being alone, I never wish to be alone again and to me dying is the loneliest thing that can happen to someone.
Favorite house other than your own, — Hufflepuff
Can you fly on a broom, — Merlin yes. I was a natural.
What is your favorite club you are apart of, — Quidditch & Dueling
Worst class for you, — Astronomy, but I put up with it for @greerpaterson.
FAVORITES —
Favorite color, — Any and all types of purple or green.
Favorite Honeydukes candy, — May I say all? No? If I must narrow it down, Fizzing Whizzbees, Pink Coconut Ice, Liquorice Wands & Cauldron Cakes.
Favorite drink, — SODA, Lemonade & Butterbeer is a classic favorite.
Favorite place at Hogwarts, — Anywhere my friends are, though I do love the quidditch pitch, my common room, and the few hidden hideouts I’ve found over the years.
Favorite flavor of ice cream, — Banana or Cherry
Favorite charm, — Glisseo, once when I was younger my Nana left to go run some errands and I turned all the stair cases in our Manor to slides. Best, day, ever. She on the other hand, wasn’t so thrilled.
THIS OR THAT —
Chocolate or Vanilla, — Chocolate
Cookies or Cake, — Cookies
Mountains or Ocean, — Ocean
Winter or Summer, — Both
Spring or Autumn, — Autumn
Eyes or smile, — Eyes
Right handed or left handed, — Right handed
Cuddling or no cuddling, — CUDDLING
Sun or Moon, — Moon
OTHER —
Closest Friends, — Greer, MinMin, Celeste, Felix
Enemies, — Sammich Sammie
Family members, — Nikolai, Nana Mali
Where do you live when not at Hogwarts, — At the og Sirsai Mannor with Nana and Nik.
Hobbies, — Reading, Quiditch, I have a small obsession with learning about historic strong witches & I bake a lot. But, only for certain people and these certain people know it’s her soft secret.
Pets, — Zeus, her kitty. At home she has a snake named Medusa.
Any crushes, — Nisa side eye, not sure
Have you ever been in love, — I’ve always wanted to be
Something nobody knows about you, — She has a secret hidden stash of muggle romance novels.
A small story from a past year of hogwarts ( it can be as short or long as you wish for it to be), It was the day of the first frog choir practice and Nisa was excited. One of the fonder memories she has as a child was her mother singing her to sleep. She made her way next to Greer and already had her head resting on the girl’s shoulder. The parchment covered in music notes and lyrics between her fingers. Everything was going according to plan, the professor urged them to start signing. Nisa’s mouth opened and that’s when disaster struck. The fellow students beside her had their hands covering their ears and the professor looked shocked, she didn’t know what was wrong. “Maybe..Maybe this class isn’t for you, my dear,” Her ears started to ring and burn and her stomach started to fill with dread and embarrassment. “Not for me?” She asked, looking down at the parchment again and then to Greer. Face falling and heart sinking, she mumbled. “I can’t sing can I?” The professor shook her head and feeling low, she ran. Pushing others out of her way to do so. Hot tears starting to stream down her little first year cheeks, realizing she had already failed in something. She had locked herself away in a secret hiding place she’d found and promised herself she would never sing aloud again.