& THE DAYS GO BY.
VASANTA PERI ϟ 6TH YEAR, 16 ϟ SLYTHERIN ϟ HALF BLOOD ϟ NAOMI SCOTT
LIKE A STRAND IN THE WIND.
For the most part, Vasanta had a pretty normal childhood. Her parents, a pureblood wizard and a muggle, loved her and her older sister, Dia, more than anything in the world, and her dad always made sure she and Dia had magic fill their lives and light up their world, with the full support of their mother. Vasanta had a happy childhood; she and her sister were incredibly, undeniably close, but Dia was always a little brighter, stood out in the crowd a little more than Vasanta did. Not that the younger girl minded. In fact, there were a lot of similarities between the two of them, and all Vasanta ever wanted to be was Dia growing up. They were an unbreakable duo, unstoppable, and did everything together. All the while, it was assumed that both girls would follow in the footsteps of their father and their family and be sorted into Hufflepuff. The entire family surged with Hufflepuff pride and adoration, and Vasanta and Dia talked endlessly about being in the same house and continuing the legacy. The dynamic duo was going to continue on into Hogwarts and nothing was going to stop them.
When Vasanta turned eleven, however, everything changed. She went to Hogwarts for the first time and looked up at the sorting hat, filled with butterflies, but not butterflies of fear, butterflies of anticipation, of hope. Dia had gone off to Hogwarts the previous year and had been sorted into Hufflepuff, and Vasanta saw their plans coming true. The hat, however, had different ideas. It stalled. Talking to itself before finally placing Vasanta in the worst possible place it could have: Slytherin. Her world shattered. She had grown up learning that Slytherins were the dark house, the dark speck on Hogwarts. If she was one of them, what did that mean? Still, she put on her bravest face as she walked to her new table, her new house, and a future that wasn’t planned. She felt horrible, like a piece of her had died, and when she went home for Christmas break that year, she saw the disappointment in her father’s face whenever she could actually catch his eye. She hated feeling like this, hated knowing she was the family disappointment.
So, she tried everything she could to fight it. She spent time with Dia and her friends, shied away from Slytherin friendships and just blended into the background, becoming Dia’s shadow more than ever. She stuck by her sister’s side whenever possible and made friends with Hufflepuffs, and didn’t go out of her way to talk to Slytherins. She faded into the background of her own house, never letting the spotlight on her, or, when it was, it was usually met with animosity. However, it was lonely, even amongst Dia’s friends because she’s always just faded, always been a shadow of her sister, her older sister’s mini me. To combat this, she has started trying to be friendlier to her own house, despite the fears and prejudices that she has grown up on. However, she still feels lost in the crowd, alone and lost and not sure who she is and afraid of who she might be.
IN A WEB THAT IS MY OWN,
Vasanta, at her core, is a very kind, loyal girl. She’s a compassionate ear for anyone who needs it and is quiet, a wallflower. She’s always been in her older sister’s shadow, and she’s always liked it that way. She doesn’t speak up unless it’s to answer a herbology question or talk to some of the few she’s close enough to to consider them friends. Being the family disappointment for her house placement and a recluse in her own house doesn’t help either of those things and the young girl isn’t sure who she is or where she belongs, so she tries to stick to herself more than ever. However, there is another side to Vasanta if you can get through all of her shyness and fear, she’s a loyal friend that will defend the people she cares about passionately, going to bat for them for this or that, and can get entirely defensive if someone hurts them; in fact, the only time Vasanta is truly angry is if one of the people she cares about is hurt. She also admires ambition, and has a lot of it herself. She strives to be the best she can in herbology in the hopes of becoming a healer one day, and won’t let anything stop her from getting to that goal. However, the ambition she feels scares her because she doesn’t want to feel that way, doesn’t want to be that cutthroat person, because it’s such a classically Slytherin trait and she’s been told her whole life not to be that way. But something in her deep inside finally feels like the snake within the flowers, and she doesn’t know if she wants to embrace it or run from it.
I BEGIN AGAIN.
STEPHANIE ϟ 20 ϟ CST