appearance
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Graced with almost angelic beauty, Cedrica is just as every bit as lovely as her mother
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history
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"When it comes to being dealt good hands in life, my mum basically got the Royal Flush. She was born into a respected family, one with a spotless bloodline and links in strange organisations. They're the type that send weird cryptic messages to each other, like that scene in The Godfather where a dead fish gets left on the doorstep which is supposed to signal that someone now "sleeps with the fishes" - AKA they're very, extremely dead - and believe me, they revel in their aristocracy. They turn their noses up at anyone whose parents aren't magical, and practically refuse to acknowledge Muggles' existences. Their calenders are stuck in the eighteenth century."
"So imagine their delight when my mother announced she'd given her hand to a Muggle bank worker with a stutter and a smile of genuine contentment. They did their best to get rid of him; I think they even held my dad at wandpoint once and declared that either his signature or his brains would be on the divorce papers in front of him. Luckily he fought it, and with my mother being wonderfully fierce, she put her foot down and made it clear that this was the man she wanted to live her life with. So, they disowned her. That was nice of them." "She kept her surname - even if she wanted nothing to do with them, there was no way Mother was abandoning such a powerful name; it might come in handy one day - but soon after my parents wed, Ronnie came along. Felix arrived two years later, and then three years after that, I was born into the world." "With my dad's rather considerable income as a banker, along with the money my mother had from the years her family wanted her, me and my brothers grew up in a really nice area. We were introduced to my mother's powers at a young age, and were in utter awe at spells she'd create and the potions she'd brew in her office, with the very potions kit which I would inherit a few years later. There'd be rows of shelves, lined with bottles of her experiments, all waiting to be tried and tested - which would occur on my eighth birthday, which is the day my life turned upside down." "You see, ever since her disownment, my mother harboured a rather violent hatred for her father. And one day, that anger grew so fierce that she decided to slip some poison into his evening wine. He dropped dead that night. It was blatantly obvious to them who had done it - who else would have the motive, aside from the daughter who had disobeyed them her entire life? - but instead of frog-marching her to the Ministry and locking her up, they got their own revenge." "I don't want to talk about the day they found Ronnie, because I can't do it without bawling, but that was their revenge. We were told it was suicide, but both me and Felix didn't believe it for a second. Us three told each other everything, and there was no plausible reason for Ronnie to take his own life, and even little eight-year-old me knew what trouble my mother was in at that point. So, she decided to make the ultimate sacrifice. She wanted the men who killed her son to rot in Azkaban, so she reported them, and for her accusation to have good reason, she had to explain what their motive could have been. She incriminated herself in the process, and joined Ronnie's murderers in prison. She's still there now. The letters stopped a while ago." "Things fell quiet after that. My dad still hasn't found a new wife, even after all this time, mostly because he's scared of what me and Felix will think. My brother and I's magical powers broke through eventually; his by blowing out windows, mine by smashing potion bottles which just an angry look. Anger was planted in both of us the day our brother died, and it shows in our magic - we both complete spells with a harsh flick of the tongue. The letter came through on my eleventh birthday, and I kissed my dad goodbye and headed off to my first day at school." |
personality and traits
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Cedrica can somewhat ping-pong back and forth between angelic sweetheart and sharp-tongued bitch - it really depends who she's accompanied by. Most of the time, though, she is a well-mannered girl with a taste for recklessness and a love of living in the moment; if the events of her family life have taught her anything, it's that life can end at any unexpected moment, so there's no point in wasting it. There's a lack of filter between her mouth and her brain, so often phrases come out which should really have been kept behind her teeth, but hey, some people need to hear brutal honesty. She has no problems making her opinions heard, and is fiercely independent - sometimes this can overbalance into plain rudeness, but if she realises it, she'll apologise... if they deserve it.
Her mother brought Cedrica up to be careful, so careful she is. She won't do anything unless she's completely one hundred percent comfortable with it, and she'll always make sure she is safe before doing anything reckless. There's nothing wrong with putting yourself first if it isn't in a malicious way, right? If there's enough time for her to jump in front of a bullet, there's enough time for someone to jump out the way. She's clever. Damn, she's clever - much cleverer than she thinks she is. What else could have swayed the Sorting Hat from Slytherin to Ravenclaw? She's totally of the lads; as much as she enjoys drama, girls get themselves into it way too easily. Like boys, she'd rather fight something out and resolve it quickly rather than be ridiculously conniving and vicious like girls are. Getting along with lads also gives her the chance to be a flirtatious little thing, and that's always an upside. However, her dislike for girls stems from many things - how dramatic they are, how backstabbing they are, how vicious they are - but mostly, it's pure jealousy. Cedrica has always been second best to a girl. Whenever she likes a guy, his heart has already been captured by someone who's smarter, prettier, better. Honestly, she's damn sick of it. Rebellious at heart, she doesn't have a total disregard for the rules - she's just allergic to strictness, especially if it's unnecessary. She hates Hogwarts uniforms (um, hello, she does have an identity) and always sneaks out at night to just go exploring because honestly, what's the worst they can do? Expel her? Oh well, there's always other schools. Potions are the reason Cedrica was ever put onto this Earth - to carry on her mother's legacy as one of the best potioneers of the modern age. She'll always be brewing some sort of concoction, and if the naive first years refuse to fall for her charms and test out the potion, she'll often end up spiking people's drinks with the mixtures to see the results. She doesn't make poisons, though, so don't worry - she isn't that alike to her mum. |
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skills and magical abilities
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Potioneering: She was born to make potions; it's a family trait, passed down like eye and hair colour. Cedrica could do it in her sleep, if she wished.
Electronics: Fascinated by Muggles, Cedrica loves trying to figure out the ins and outs of magic and how it could work with electricity. That's the whole reason her and Clarence met. |
relationships
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Clarence Bishop Clarence Bishop |
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trivia
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*"My middle name is Maxwell. Apparently my parents wanted another boy."
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