• THERE'S A SPECIAL PLACE INSIDE MY SKULL•
where your DNA, it codes my cerebrum
*Aunt* Misty Nina Belle Yakta Abbott
"It's been a long road
Getting from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I can feel the change in the winds right now
Nothing's in my way
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No they're not gonna hold me down"
FULL NAME: Misty Nina Belle Yakta Abbott
MEANING of the NAME:
Misty – Umm..well, it really doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a word, like foggy, only it sounds better and now it’s a name. Appearantly it was really foggy, or misty, or something on the day I was born. Figures. And my parents think it’s creative. It’s just a word. It shouldn’t even be a name.
Nina – It really doesn’t have a meaning. It’s one of those nicknames that became a name. It’s a nickname for Antonia and other names that end with -nina. Also, it’s a Swahili word meaning ‘mother’. Don’t let anyone know that. Mother. You have to be kidding me. I am so not a mother. Why can’t my parents give me normal names? Oh, this is a pretty name, and it was your great-grandmother’s. Who cares? Seriously!
Belle – It means beautiful. I think my parents chose this as a joke. The rest of my names are prophesized for my ugliness.
Yakta – It means unique. It was the nurse’s name. Or so they say. I think they were just trying to make me feel better about my ugliness by giving me lots of names.
Abbott – Well, it’s a last name. It really wasn’t picked out for me. I’m so glad there’s one part of my name that my parents can’t select. It’s derived from abbot – a head of a monastery or something like that.
NICKNAMES: Well, with the horrid names my parents chose for me, come a lot of nicknames – Rain Girl, Nina Lina, Mist of the Mountains, all that jazz. I hate them all. Some of them are said with good intentions, but I don’t care. I haven’t found a nickname I like yet. So, don’t even try to make one up for me. Unless you’re good at that sort of thing, then please do.
BIRTHDAY: June 11, 1962
BLOOD: Pureblood, but does it really matter? As long as all us wizards are loyal to each other, it shouldn’t.
HOUSE or AFFILIATION: Hufflepuff, and if you think I’ll flip-flop loyalties, you’re wrong.
BROOM & WAND:
Broom – It’s early edition Star Shooter. Not the best, I know, but it flies. It’s really not even mine. It was my mothers. I know. I know. But, my brother’s a better flyer, so he gets the better broom.
Wand - 11” Vine Wood, Unicorn Hair - one of Mr. Ollivander’s. My first try, actually. He was quite amazed that it didn’t take more than one try. I’m lucky to have gotten this, and not a hand-me-down, or a second-time around. But, it was pretty expensive, being one of the famous Mr. Ollivander, so, my broom and trunk, and the like aren’t as nice.
• IN FULL STUTTERING AND DROOLING •
my shredded throat will try to sing for you.
HAIR: It was originally blonde, but as I’ve grown, it’s changed a bit, well, a lot. It’s a multicolored mess of highlights and low tones and all that jazz. It’s got a bit of red in it, which is probably the only part I fancy. Currently, I wear it long, about down to my shoulders. My mom used to make me wear it in ponytails, but now that I’m at Hogwarts, she’ll never now. She won’t be dropping by.
EYES: They are a bluish gray. Pretty dark and dismal- in my opinion. I guess they match my name, they look like the sky on a misty foggy day.
BUILD: I’m not the thinnest, or the bulkiest. I haven’t got much muscle either, which is pretty surprising for a Quidditch player, or so my brother says.
SKIN: My skin is rosy pink. I’ve been pink skinned since I was born. It’s gotten a bit less since I was little, but I’ve never grown out of it.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Well, my ears. They are just…big. My rosy pink skin, obviously. And..I guess my chin is rather pointy. And I’ve got this birthmark - well…I’m just going to pretend I didn’t start that sentence.
PLAY-BY: Courtney Jines
OUTLOOK ON APPEARENCE::
Well, first off, my hair. I hate it. It’s a multicolored mess of highlights and low tones and all that jazz that looks ugly on me. I’ve got some blonde and some brunette, and some black, and some of whatever other colors hair can even be. The only aspect I like about my horrid hair is the tad splash of red in it. I wish my I was a redhead through and through. Otherwise, my hair is horrid. It’s as thick as molasses. It’s probably heavier than my head itself.
My eyes are just another reminder of my horrid name. I don’t know if my parents prophesized my ugliness when they named me, or if I grew into it. They are dark and stormy, like the sky on a misty, foggy day, and completely, utterly, ugly. If my parents wanted me to be ugly with a horrid name, they might as well have just called me ugly.
My skin, just wow, my skin. Why? Why me? Why so pink? I despise it more than my name. I guess I wouldn’t look half so bad if my skin wasn’t so pink. It just really doesn’t bring it all together. It makes it worse. Gifford looks better than me – and he’s a painting with a dog..and food. He’s interesting to talk to though, a relative incarnate. I’m not really sure what that redhead did to get a painting.
Then there are my ears. I swear, they are bigger than a house-elves’. They stick out past the eruption of colors that’s called my hair. My hair is molasses thick, and yet they protrude out from it. I really don’t get why I have to be so ugly. I’m a nice gal, but I’m going to be a lone Hufflepuff forever.
• THE MOON WOULD GUSH ALL INSIDE OUT •
and my nightmares would go away.
LIKES:
-Friends (explains itself, doesn't it?)
-Chocolate Frog Cards (but I just can't bring myself to eat the frogs)
-Flying (To be up so high in the air - 'Tis great. Did I just say 'tis? Wow.)
-The Great Outdoors (I seem to not be so noticeable hidden in its majesty.)
-Being anonymous (Then no one can make fun of me!)
-Company (again, explains itself)
-Being included (see above parenthesis)
-Loyalty (I'm a Hufflepuff after all.)
-Designing (It's just fun..not really sure why.)
-Pretending to be an announcer (Hey, it's a fallback if I fall off the broom to many
times.)
-Talking dramatically (it’s hilarious)
-Good Advice (It guides me.)
-Rain (Just Singing in the Rain!!)
-Muggle Musicals (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Cats - yep.)
-Humming (I can't whistle so...)
-Sitting on window seats, gazing out the window (Tranquil, and very descriptive.)
-Charms (My best subject.)
-Hats (They hide my.....well, you'll figure out why later.)
DISLIKES:
-Slytherians (Obviously)
-Bullies (Obviously)
-Villains (This goes without say.)
-Liars (Obviously)
-Infomercials (So pointless.)
-Balloons (So shiny...so pop-able...so creepy.)
-Being clueless (It's not a nice feeling.)
-You-Know-Who (-shudder-)
-Potions (Boring...)
-Pushing and shoving in the corridors (Bruises are not nice, people!)
-That stupid false step (I keep getting stuck.)
-My name (If your name was Misty Nina Belle Yakta Abbott, you'd feel the same way.)
-My looks (No brainer.)
-People looking at the part of my hair (I'll explain this one later.)
-Pears (To be explained, later.)
FEARS:
-Balloons (yes, I know it must sound silly)
-Being stuck in that false step forever
-You-Know-Who
-Being crushed in the hallway
-Losing my brother
-Losing my Great Great Uncle
-Stinging insects (wasps, bees, and the like)
GOALS:
-Become a great Quidditch player
-Do something amazing so people think about that instead of my looks and name
-Find a good nickname that sticks
-Convince my mother to let met wear my hair in ways other than pigtails
-Redesign my room
-Redesign the Hufflepuff commons (like that’ll ever happen)
-Become a prefect next year
AMORTENTIA:
-The leather of my Quidditch goggles
-Broom wax
-Spices
-Sea Salt
-Oak
-Chocolate Frogs
-The collective smells of the great outdoors
STRENGTHS:
-Flying
-Designing
-Charms
-Hard-working
-Down to earth
-Loyal
-Friendliness
-Non-judgemental
-Trusting
WEAKNESSES:
-Transfiguration
-Potions
-Naïve
-Easily flustered
-Easily distracted
-Gets caught up in her own thoughts
-Struggles with a lack of self-confidence
-Prone to make mistakes under pressure
-Too trusting
SECRETS:
-I’ve never been kissed
-I really don’t have any idea of what I want to be – don’t tell my mom
-I’d rather be flying than anything else, well, that’s not really a secret. Everyone knows that.
-I have these two really embarrassing birthmarks:
-One’s a pear shape, and it’s on my armpit.
-The other is really more than one birthmark. It’s a string of birthmark, freckle things that are along the part of my hair.
-The two most important people in my life are my brother and my Great Great Uncle – not my parents.
-I talk to the painting of my relative, Gifford Abbott. I tell him my worries and the like.
BOGGART:
Either a one person cell with her name on it, surrounded by mocking faces of her classmates and family.
Or, never being able to fly again, it’s shown by a ball and chain on her leg.
PATRONUS:I can’t make a patronus yet, I’m only a 4th year.
DEMENTOR:She’s never encountered a dementor, so she’s yet to find out. It would probably something from her own imagination.
PERSONALITY SUMMARY:
{Good Natured} Misty has no ulterior motives. You’ll know what drives her, or you’ll be absolutely clueless, because she hasn’t told you. There is no in-between in this aspect. She jades some things about herself, at least until she knows a person well enough so that she knows they won’t make fun of her. After she knows someone for a while, she completely opens herself up. She really only has two levels of friendships either acquaintances or best friends. But, no matter what, you won’t be taken advantage of, no matter if you’re an acquaintance or a best friend.
{Loyal} Misty is as loyal as a golden retriever. She’ll never change sides. She’ll be for the good side forever. She’ll never cheer for another team. And she’ll never talk about you behind her back. It’d be like killing someone for this loyal girl.
{Hard-working} When she has something to get done, she’ll get it done. This isn’t to say she will go overboard or forget all other parts of her life to get it done. She’s not one of those “over-achiever, everyone look at me, I do so much!” types.
{Trusting} What you tell her, she’ll believe. If you say you are going to meet her somewhere, she’ll believe you. If you say you’ll catch her when she falls, she’ll believe you. She’ll trust you with her life if you tell her to. If you lie to her, even repeatedly, she’ll still believe you.
{Naïve} She’ll believe the most outrageous lies. She is one of the few who believes in farfetched tales like Nargals and the like. This doesn’t mean she’s crazy, it’s like muggles with Santa Claus. She always thinks everyone has a good side to them, even if they never show even just the smallest hint of it. She doesn’t look at the bad in people, and doesn’t acknowledge that they might not have a good side.
{Innocent} Being only fourteen, she really has no clue what it’s like out there in the real world. She assumes everyone is good. She assumes everyone will tell the truth, even though she knows that sometimes people don’t. She has no idea how bad people can be. She’ll find out soon enough.
{Friendly} She’s not stuck up or arrogant. You talk to her, she’ll reply. She won’t ignore you. She won’t walk to the other side of the corridor, just to stay away from you. She’s not territorial house wise. She’ll talk to you no matter your house. Once you get her talking, she won’t stop until you want her to.
{Shy} She’s horrible at starting conversations. She’s horrid at meeting people. She would feel more comfortable being approached, than starting the first move. Left to her own devices, she won’t reach out. That doesn’t mean she won’t smile at you, nod in your direction, she just won’t make the effort, she’s too afraid of being made fun of.
{Not Self-confident} Make fun of her, and she’ll be in tears. She’ll believe your insults in seconds. Without encouragement and support, she’ll continue to believe that she’s not worth it. That she’s not good enough. She needs encouragement, support, and compliments, or her idea of her self-worth will degrade. This leads to her being easily flustered and prone to make mistakes under pressure.
{Crazy} All other aspects of her personality have pretty much gone away know. She’s lost her mind. That’s that. She’s crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. Crazy.
• WHAT DO YOU SAY? WOULD YOU DEVOTE YOURSELF TODAY? •
like riding out a sinking ship as it lowers into the bay.
PARENTS:
Lori Abbott
Howard Abbott
SIBLINGS:
One brother
HISTORY:
On June 11, 1962, was born a little girl with a pink face. Though both her parents were wizards, not much magic was used in the house. At least not at that time, things would change as Hogwarts came into the picture. She lived a nice life in London, with her mother and father. A few fights broke out over the subject of magic, but never when she was around. She never noticed the tension whenever the subject was brought up. She was homeschooled as a child.
She first learned about magic when she was six. It was the first times she ever got to mow. There was no one and nothing around, what could it hurt? She was at her Great Uncle's house in Godric's Hollow. She was finished mowing, and forgot to turn off the blades as she went to put it away. She was heading for an electric cord, but she noticed it too late. The lawn mower shredded the cord with a horrible sound; one piece of the wire, copper exposed, flew up and cut her pinky, deeply. She screamed in surprise, slamming the brakes. Her mother arrived first, apparating to the site. With one look, her mother knew what had happened to her frazzled daughter. She whipped out her wand.
"Repario!"
The cord was fixed! Her mother wasn't skilled with healing spells, so Hannah's cut healed the muggle way. Young Misty didn't think anything of her mother's magic at the time. Couldn't all moms do that? Now, her Great Uncle’s health is failing. Another part of her childhood is fading away.
When the homeschool group met, she talked about magic, and was labeled with a creative imagination. When sharing at the group meetings, creative writing was always her strong point. She just wrote the truth, but her fellow homeschoolers didn’t know that. She was popular within the groups, at least until she was ten. At ten, all her friends had stopped believing in her ‘fantasies’ about magic and got annoyed when she told them. It was a hard year before she started Hogwarts. She actually tried to believe what her friends did about magic, but she knew the truth and couldn’t go against what her eyes had seen.
To explain why Misty was at Hogwarts, her parents claimed she was at a special boarding school for creative writers. For her brother, they had just said the sent him to boarding school. One of the best things about going to Hogwarts, was that she was going to get to see her brother more than she had the past two years, when he was at Hogwarts and she wasn’t. She was delighted to be sorted into Hufflepuff, just like her brother, whom she admired.
Misty’s first Hogwarts years were pretty uneventful; she made some friends with others in her grades. She didn’t excel in school. She did good, but she definitely wasn’t a Ravenclaw. Now, she’s a 4th year, and the threats from You-Know-Who are even bigger. Her parents had always warned her about him, but now her parents weren’t the only ones. She fears for her family’s lives, her Great Great Uncle is nearly dead already, in St. Mungos. What if she loses her brother? They were the two most important people in her life – not her parents. She tells all these worries to Gifford Abbott, well, his portrait.
When her brother got married, she was pushed closer to that edge. Her brother was one of the two most important people in her life, and she despised his wife. She took him further from her. Then, on June 11, 1980, was born a little girl with a pink face, to her brother. He doted on him and his wife. She was nearly out of the picture. The only one she had left was her Great Uncle. She couldn't go see Gifford - he was a painting. But...then...he died...of old age. He was gone...but the girl, Hannah, was older, and he paid her some attention. He was her last lifeline to the world of the sane.
A big event happened in 1996. She was told that her brother's wife had been killed by Death Eaters earlier that day at their home in London. This was because she had married a wizard. Her brother wasn’t at home, so his wife was killed. This made Misty very happy. More of her brother for her, but her brother was a changed man then.
In the beginning of 1998, her last lifeline to the world of the sane was severed. Her brother had starved and beat himself to death in a locked room full of pictures of his wife. After that, she completely lost it. She now resides in St. Mungos in the mentally unstable section. She knows about wizards, she is a wizard, thus she can't stay in a muggle insane asylum. She might hurt someone - with magic. She rambles on... and even though she is Hannah's last living relative, she hates Hannah's guts. She believes it was because of Hannah and her mother that she lost her brother.
• WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN AND THE SHADOWS GROW •
just trust in us and forever know.
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