Artificial Sugar
Plus Ultra
Name: Atropa Trist
Age: 17
House: Slytherin
Best Classes: Potions, Charms, Transfiguration.
Worst: Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures.
Personality: Atropa is shy and quiet, but highly intelligent. She enjoys reading and art, as well as potion making. She can have quite a temper if provoked though.
Other: She was meant to be in Ravenclaw, but asked to be in Slytherin in an effort to make her family happy.
Looks:
Atropa sat at the long table- which was made of mahogany, and quite expensive, as her parents always told her- alone.
The clock on the wall counted down the seconds, making Atropa's anxiety grow with each "tick".
Her hands began to sweat and she clasped them together tightly, her legs swinging off the chair with nerves. It had always been a habit of hers, and her mother hated it.
She was constantly being told to sit still, to stop being anxious, to calm down. It never ended.
It was a constant flow of insults and requests to be better around company.
The clock finally stopped ticking, and the door to the living room opened. Her parents filed in, smiling at her.
"You've had your chance to join on your own accord." Her mother said, eyes glinting maliciously.
The room had turned a pale blue color, everything was washed out. It hurt Atropa's eyes.
Her parents looked sick, and she thought that maybe they looked a bit skinnier as well.
"We'll ask you once more; Will you join us as a Death Eater?" Her father spoke this time- his face was expressionless.
In her life, Atropa hadn't really gotten a chance to know her father, since he was either working, or having a drink in the lounge, which meant he was not to be disturbed.
Atropa shook her head, biting her lip, knowing that this wasn't the answer they wanted.
But it was the only answer she would give- she would never join them. Their ideals went against everything she believed in.
"No." She whispered, fear making her voice shake.
"Then you give us no choice." Her mother replied, voice cool and full of venom.
And then her parents came forward and Atropa stood, backing away from them, heart beating with fear.
"This will only hurt a little." Her father said, still emotionless as he grabbed her arm and held it out to her mother.
Atropa's mother smiled and brought out a branding iron from behind her back- it had the Dark Mark on it.
"N-No!" Atropa cried out, trying to get away, but her father held her tight.
And then the brand touched her skin and she could smell it burning, feel it bubbling, and she screamed loudly, closing her eyes-
And then she woke up. She was in her bed at Hogwarts, although for a moment she didn't know where she was.
Once she'd calmed down, she sat up and pushed the hair from her sweat covered face.
The dream was usual for her- it had been keeping her up lately. She was beginning to show signs of not sleeping- her skin was more pale than usual, and she had dark bags under her eyes.
She had no appetite either, and although she had never been fat, her uniform now hung on her small 5'5 frame. It used to hug her curves nicely, and she'd even thought well of herself.
Sighing, Atropa got out of bed and decided to shower, since no one else was up right now to bother her.
She grabbed her toiletries and walked to the girls bathroom, turning on the hot water in one of the showers.
The water calmed her and made her heart stop pounding, but she still felt ill. No breakfast again, today.
She took an extra long shower, just because she could, taking the time to wash carefully and shave everything nicely.
Usually she rushed, and often cut her legs on accident, but not today.
When she was finally done showering, she got out and dried off, taking her time to make sure her hair was almost completely dry. Once she was satisfied with her hair, she got dressed in her now loose uniform before brushing her hair.
She'd never wore makeup, so she didn't need to take the time to apply it, which was quite lucky, since it seemed that most girls she knew took at least half an hour- sometimes up to two- to apply their own makeup.
Some girls even got up earlier than her just so they'd have time to apply it.
The thought of doing all that preparation each day made Atropa's head spin- how could you apply makeup each day when it just came off after a shower?
Shaking her head, she took one last look in the mirror and began to leave the bathroom.
As she left, the other girls began to enter, smirking at her here and there, hiding giggles behind their hands.
Ignoring them, Atropa made her way back to her bed, where she put her things away and grabbed her books and school bag before leaving the dormitory.
She made her way to the Dining Hall, where she sat for a while and drank ice cold water, but ate nothing.
Then she got up and took her time walking to her first class of the day- Potions. As usual, she was early, but she didn't care.
Professor Snape never minded her coming in early either, it seemed. Perhaps it was because she was quiet, or maybe because he knew her parents- either way, she was glad. She disliked making anyone angry, especially teachers, and everyone knew that Professor Snape had a horrible temper.
Atropa took her usual seat up front and unpacked her things, then began to read a book she'd brought with her.
Class wouldn't begin for at least another fifteen minutes, so she had plenty of time to read happily, which was what she basically did in her free time, after completing homework. Some people thought she read too much, but reading was one way she could escape her own life, and she enjoyed it.
A crowd of students passed the door, speaking loudly and laughing, which made Atropa wince and glance at them from behind her book.
She hated how loud everyone was- why was it so hard to be quiet? She spoke quietly and calmly, no matter where she was, just as a courtesy to everyone around her.
Some people had no manners, it seemed.
Sighing, she returned to her book, ignoring the loud students in the halls the best she could.
Age: 17
House: Slytherin
Best Classes: Potions, Charms, Transfiguration.
Worst: Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures.
Personality: Atropa is shy and quiet, but highly intelligent. She enjoys reading and art, as well as potion making. She can have quite a temper if provoked though.
Other: She was meant to be in Ravenclaw, but asked to be in Slytherin in an effort to make her family happy.
Looks:
Atropa sat at the long table- which was made of mahogany, and quite expensive, as her parents always told her- alone.
The clock on the wall counted down the seconds, making Atropa's anxiety grow with each "tick".
Her hands began to sweat and she clasped them together tightly, her legs swinging off the chair with nerves. It had always been a habit of hers, and her mother hated it.
She was constantly being told to sit still, to stop being anxious, to calm down. It never ended.
It was a constant flow of insults and requests to be better around company.
The clock finally stopped ticking, and the door to the living room opened. Her parents filed in, smiling at her.
"You've had your chance to join on your own accord." Her mother said, eyes glinting maliciously.
The room had turned a pale blue color, everything was washed out. It hurt Atropa's eyes.
Her parents looked sick, and she thought that maybe they looked a bit skinnier as well.
"We'll ask you once more; Will you join us as a Death Eater?" Her father spoke this time- his face was expressionless.
In her life, Atropa hadn't really gotten a chance to know her father, since he was either working, or having a drink in the lounge, which meant he was not to be disturbed.
Atropa shook her head, biting her lip, knowing that this wasn't the answer they wanted.
But it was the only answer she would give- she would never join them. Their ideals went against everything she believed in.
"No." She whispered, fear making her voice shake.
"Then you give us no choice." Her mother replied, voice cool and full of venom.
And then her parents came forward and Atropa stood, backing away from them, heart beating with fear.
"This will only hurt a little." Her father said, still emotionless as he grabbed her arm and held it out to her mother.
Atropa's mother smiled and brought out a branding iron from behind her back- it had the Dark Mark on it.
"N-No!" Atropa cried out, trying to get away, but her father held her tight.
And then the brand touched her skin and she could smell it burning, feel it bubbling, and she screamed loudly, closing her eyes-
And then she woke up. She was in her bed at Hogwarts, although for a moment she didn't know where she was.
Once she'd calmed down, she sat up and pushed the hair from her sweat covered face.
The dream was usual for her- it had been keeping her up lately. She was beginning to show signs of not sleeping- her skin was more pale than usual, and she had dark bags under her eyes.
She had no appetite either, and although she had never been fat, her uniform now hung on her small 5'5 frame. It used to hug her curves nicely, and she'd even thought well of herself.
Sighing, Atropa got out of bed and decided to shower, since no one else was up right now to bother her.
She grabbed her toiletries and walked to the girls bathroom, turning on the hot water in one of the showers.
The water calmed her and made her heart stop pounding, but she still felt ill. No breakfast again, today.
She took an extra long shower, just because she could, taking the time to wash carefully and shave everything nicely.
Usually she rushed, and often cut her legs on accident, but not today.
When she was finally done showering, she got out and dried off, taking her time to make sure her hair was almost completely dry. Once she was satisfied with her hair, she got dressed in her now loose uniform before brushing her hair.
She'd never wore makeup, so she didn't need to take the time to apply it, which was quite lucky, since it seemed that most girls she knew took at least half an hour- sometimes up to two- to apply their own makeup.
Some girls even got up earlier than her just so they'd have time to apply it.
The thought of doing all that preparation each day made Atropa's head spin- how could you apply makeup each day when it just came off after a shower?
Shaking her head, she took one last look in the mirror and began to leave the bathroom.
As she left, the other girls began to enter, smirking at her here and there, hiding giggles behind their hands.
Ignoring them, Atropa made her way back to her bed, where she put her things away and grabbed her books and school bag before leaving the dormitory.
She made her way to the Dining Hall, where she sat for a while and drank ice cold water, but ate nothing.
Then she got up and took her time walking to her first class of the day- Potions. As usual, she was early, but she didn't care.
Professor Snape never minded her coming in early either, it seemed. Perhaps it was because she was quiet, or maybe because he knew her parents- either way, she was glad. She disliked making anyone angry, especially teachers, and everyone knew that Professor Snape had a horrible temper.
Atropa took her usual seat up front and unpacked her things, then began to read a book she'd brought with her.
Class wouldn't begin for at least another fifteen minutes, so she had plenty of time to read happily, which was what she basically did in her free time, after completing homework. Some people thought she read too much, but reading was one way she could escape her own life, and she enjoyed it.
A crowd of students passed the door, speaking loudly and laughing, which made Atropa wince and glance at them from behind her book.
She hated how loud everyone was- why was it so hard to be quiet? She spoke quietly and calmly, no matter where she was, just as a courtesy to everyone around her.
Some people had no manners, it seemed.
Sighing, she returned to her book, ignoring the loud students in the halls the best she could.