Post by Charlotte Bryson on Aug 17, 2012 18:11:22 GMT -5
CHARLOTTE OLIVIA BRYSON
Carter Bryson was born in the German country-side to a very wealthy family of wizards. Due to complications with his birth, his mother would not be able to have any more children, and Carter became her whole world. The little boy got everything he asked for and more. All of his relative spoiled him rotten, and he was to be the heir of everything Bryson. At age eleven, he boarded the train and left for Hogwarts, leaving behind his brokenhearted mother. He was intelligent, and spoiled, though not unkind. A sheltered childhood far away from any towns made him naiive and uncertain in social situations. The sorting hat put him in Ravenclaw, and his mother couldn't have been prouder. He was popular and well liked, though often thought of as a bit thick.
Melina Norca was born in London. Neither one of her parents were wizards, and they always found their daughter to be a bit strange. Of course, she was one of eight kids, so they didn't spend that much time trying to figure out why. The first eleven years of her life were spent in a cramped little house with three bedrooms: one for the parents, one for the boys, and one for the girls. Though they both made decent salaries, Melina's parents could never quite make enough to catch up on their bills, and there was never enough to go around. Imagine her surprise when a letter arrived, telling her there was a school full of people like her, all for free! Her parents shipped her off without a second glance. Melina was sorted into Ravenclaw as well. She was kind and sweet, though she kept to herself for the most part.
No one really knew how the two came to fall in love. Melina told herself all her life she wouldn't fall in love, she wouldn't have kids, she wouldn't be like her parents. Carter had no idea what it meant to go without, and he was so loud. To everyone else, it made no sense, but they loved each other. Their marriage announcement caused a bit of stir, though ultimately, Carter's family came to accept Melina. Melina never went back home after graduating, she never told her parents where she was going. For a while, she wondered if they searched for her, but decided they probably didn't even realize she was gone.
Charlotte came along two years after the couple married. Despite herself, Melina couldn't help but love her daughter. When Carter's father died, he got half of his inheritance and took over his fathers very successful business. Unfortunately, this meant him spending more and more time away from home, until he was living in Germany almost full time. He tried to be a good father and husband, but business always got in the way. Charlie was beautiful and happy, and Melina enjoyed giving her the things she never had.
Along the road, after a few years, their marriage fell apart and became just a formality. Charlotte didn't know her daddy, but she liked the nice men that came to visit mommy a lot. Carter was just as bad. It wasn't scandalous, though; it became an unspoken agreement between the two of them that they would raise their daughter together, but live separate lives.
Charlotte grew up in a nice house and had lots of friends. As she got older, she came to understand why her daddy couldn't be at home, but loved him nonetheless. It was so heart-breakingly normal to her that strange men came and went. Life was good for her, but she always sensed there was something missing. Melina strove to provide for her daughter and was successful, but she never knew what was missing. Neither of them could understand why their big, lovely house felt so empty.
Charlotte was more like Carter than Melinda. She was spoiled, but not to the point where all she could think about was material items. Academics came easily to her, she was naturally intelligent. There was something more to it, though. She was cunning in the sense that she could read people easily. Most teenagers just did things without really thinking about why. Charlie could see the psychology in every day actions, and often used it to her advantage. While not at all cold-hearted, people often mistook her intelligence for cruelty, from the moment they met her.
Because of her wealth, and the high social status her father had, Charlotte was expected to act a certain way. She was expected to have more dignity than most of the kids she went to school with, and she was not allowed to do anything news worthy, unless it was positive. Not that she'd want to. After being told so about a million times, Charlotte began seeing herself as a higher standard. While the whole 'party girl just trying to get daddy's attention' thing had it's appeal, Charlie wasn't that kind of person.
Sometimes she felt repressed, and wondered how different her life could be. Because of previously stated reasons, Charlotte was considered a snob and a bitch. Oddly enough, she was okay with this. The way she saw it, it was better that people assumed her to be tougher than she actually was. Her job was to make daddy look good, and she planned on doing just that. If people considered her to be cruel, then so be it.
Somewhere along the road, she found herself becoming the person she swore she wasn't. If you tell yourself a lie enough, you begin to believe it. With every last snide remark, she found the walls around her heart get a little bit taller. Finally, it got to the point where she agreed with everyone: she was a bitch. She was a bitch, but at least that way it didn't feel like a lie. That way, it didn't make her feel like her whole life was a lie. She'd rather be a bitch than see her whole world crumble around her. God forbid someone see a glimpse of the Charlie buried way down deep, the one that did care what people thought of her. She'd be considered weak, and weaklings never prosper. Maybe one day, the walls will grow so tall that there'll be nothing left of the original Charlotte. Or maybe, just maybe, they'll come tumbling down.
For the most part, things didn't go well for Savvy. Not that she'd done something in her mere sixteen years of life to deserve her unfortunate luck, it was just the way her whole life had gone. Her mother didn't want her, her father was a mystery man, she didn't even have a photograph to go on. All of those years, living in that perfect house on Dreary Drive (believe it or not, that's what the street was actually called- very suiting,) she'd wished that her father would swoop in and save her from the life she led. It was always very clear Sav had a different father, aside from being told it almost every day of her life, she looked nothing like her blonde, chiseled siblings, every bit German. No, instead, Savvy was stuck with her brown hair and blue eyes and her knobby knees and her inability to do silent spells. At times, when she was young, she'd ask her mother for help with things like tying shoes and braiding hair, but Charlotte was always too busy for Savvy. Being sorted into Hufflepuff wasn't a shock, for anyone. If anything, it was a conformation of a life long series of unfortunate events. Practically getting kicked out of her parents house came as more of a relief, an excuse not to stay in that god forsaken place.
Hogwarts was the one place Sav could turn to when things got hard. Though she failed to be exceptional at, well, anything really, she loved her school. She loved her friends and her classes and even the teachers that told her she'd never go far. Even with the new laws and she knew the chances of getting a good job were slim, but they always were. Still, she tried. She tried hard no matter what because the slim chances of her getting a good job were odds she was willing to take. Luck never played out in her favor, but trying like hell couldn't hurt, could it?
[tr][td][atrb=width,240][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #eaf0ec; color:#423c42;]For the most part, things didn't go well for Savvy. Not that she'd done something in her mere sixteen years of life to deserve her unfortunate luck, it was just the way her whole life had gone. Her mother didn't want her, her father was a mystery man, she didn't even have a photograph to go on. All of those years, living in that perfect house on Dreary Drive (believe it or not, that's what the street was actually called- very suiting,) she'd wished that her father would swoop in and save her from the life she led. It was always very clear Sav had a different father, aside from being told it almost every day of her life, she looked nothing like her blonde, chiseled siblings, every bit German. No, instead, Savvy was stuck with her brown hair and blue eyes and her knobby knees and her inability to do silent spells. At times, when she was young, she'd ask her mother for help with things like tying shoes and braiding hair, but Charlotte was always too busy for Savvy. Being sorted into Hufflepuff wasn't a shock, for anyone. If anything, it was a conformation of a life long series of unfortunate events. Practically getting kicked out of her parents house came as more of a relief, an excuse not to stay in that god forsaken place.
Hogwarts was the one place Sav could turn to when things got hard. Though she failed to be exceptional at, well, anything really, she loved her school. She loved her friends and her classes and even the teachers that told her she'd never go far. Even with the new laws and she knew the chances of getting a good job were slim, but they always were. Still, she tried. She tried hard no matter what because the slim chances of her getting a good job were odds she was willing to take. Luck never played out in her favor, but trying like hell couldn't hurt, could it? After one of her long stints in the library she decided to go for a walk.
Her stiff muscles groaned in appreciation after she stood and stretched, making her way from the tiny study room. It wasn't yet dark, but some of the later afternoon classes had just come out, so it wasn't a surprise when, on her way out of the fourth floor corridor, a group of fourth year Slytherin's threw paper balls at her. It happened a lot. It'd been happening with increasing frequency since wizarding laws had changed, putting up walls between houses and making the tension even worse. Lions and Snakes had never gotten along, and now they had reason not to. In all of this, the Hufflepuffs were put last, left to scrape at the bottom of the barrel for leftovers. As usual. This was her humble opinion, but it was the darkest side of her that thought this, so she kept it to herself. Not even Ada, her best friend in the world had heard of her bitterness.
The dingy corridors gave away to the brightness of a beautiful Autumn day. In fact, it was too bright, and she had to squint. After adjusting to the light she decided all of her favorite places were too crowded. Usually she liked to socialize, but today she was too deep in her own thoughts to be bothered with constant question asking. So, she took a detour. Hugging the shady sides of the castles walls she found herself walking straight into the Forbidden Forest. Even Bitter Savvy hated the thought of rule breaking, especially one so obvious. Seriously, it was in the title. The FORBIDDEN forest. Instead, she walked 'round the leafy foliage, keeping a safe distance.
After a few moments of absolute silence, she heard a voice. A wicked voice. Well, perhaps not. It was the voice of one who was beautiful, but also the voice of one who was wicked. Soft and sure, the voice spoke a wicked word indeed. 'Crucio! A scream- that's what she waited for. In hindsight, she thought, the girl muttering curses could've easily silenced her victim. Yet, a scream didn't come. Curiosity overtook her and she took one step. And then another, and another, and another until she wasn't four feet from a beautiful girl about her age. It was a lizard. Apparently, stupors were going around because the girl didn't hear Sav's steps, and the fall leaves were not kind. The girl had moved on to a second victim, another lizard. All of her instincts told her to run before the pretty girls wand was pointed at Sav instead of the lizard. But she was glued to her place. After a moment the lizard began to make a horrible noise, and Sav couldn't handle it any longer. "I-I-You-Uh-uh STOP. PLEASE." And then she froze, hoping to hell the wicked pretty girls face wouldn't be the last Savvy would ever see.
