Post by Zaira Zabini on Jan 27, 2014 21:56:52 GMT -5
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ZAIRA IOLA ZABINI
 Born: February 14th Personality: Zaira never takes anything seriously. She is very dry and sarcastic with a deadpan sense of humor. But she’s actually a sweet girl who hates hurting people’s feelings, so everything she does is usually in jest. Even when she dislikes someone, her dislike for them isn’t entirely apparent because everyone thinks she’s still joking. This means she’s also pretty passive-aggressive and doesn’t like facing conflict head on. History: When Zaira was born, her parents had already spent six long years grooming her sister, Francesca, into the perfect child. So it was expected that Zaira would, naturally, turn out the same way. And, in those early years, she did. Zaira adored her sister and wanted nothing more than to be exactly like her. She would follow Francesca around the house from the time she could crawl and hit most of her milestones around the same time her sister had. She took French and Italian at four (with loads of help from her brilliant sister), piano around the same time (which she was dreadful at), and eventually, violin, at her sister’s recommendation. (She wasn’t much better at violin, no matter what Frannie said.) But she didn’t hit the most important milestone of all until much later. Magic. Her parents reminded her, not unkindly, over and over, that Frannie had shown magic at the tender age of three. The older Zaira got, the more she feared she might be a squib. Her fears only intensified when her sister went off to Hogwarts. She spent a lonely year worrying and worrying that she would never get to go to school until, finally, at age six, she threw her doll across the room in frustration and it came right back to her. Crisis averted, Zaira spent the next few years ridiculously excited about going away to school. She begged her sister to tell her all about it every holiday and in every letter. And then, finally, it was time. But something happened that summer, right before she went to school. Something changed in her sister. Zaira wanted to ask about it, wanted to know everything about her sister’s life, but something held her back. Something told her it wasn’t her place to know, that Frannie would tell her eventually. It hurt not knowing, but she knew there was a reason Frannie didn’t tell her. Being sorted into Hufflepuff was a disappointment to her family to say the least. Her father came around more quickly, but her mother, strangely distant in those days, was furious for ages. Even when she said she was fine with it, Zaira knew she wasn’t and that disappointment stuck with her. First she failed at the piano, then magic, and now she couldn’t even get her house right. It was devastating. But, as the year went on, Zaira learned how to push her feelings behind a façade of aloofness. She still tried hard in lessons, but she pretended like she didn’t care either way. Pretended like it was easy. As her sister became more and more rebellious, Zaira felt the desire rise in her too, but she didn’t have the courage her sister did. Instead, she rebelled in small ways. She continued to play the violin very badly until her mother banned it from the house, she became proud of being in Hufflepuff, and, worst of all, brought up her sister every chance she got. Now, coming up on her sixth year at Hogwarts, Zaira has no idea what she’s going to do with her life and the thought terrifies her. Other: Jokes that even though she was born on Valentine’s Day, she’s terrible at romance. Has a pet cat named Penelope. LINDSAY 23 GMT |
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