DURSLEY, georgiana petunia

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georgiana petunia dursley
full of beauty and grace

BASICS
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FULL NAME georgiana petunia dursley[/color]
NICKNAME she goes by georgiana, georgie, and gigi.[/color]
AGE fifteen[/color]
GENDER female[/color]
HOUSE OR FORMER HOUSE hufflepuff[/color]
BLOOD STATUS muggleborn
PLAY-BY [/color][/color][/font]astrid berges-frisbey[/color]
CANON OR ORIGINAL canon[/color]
ADULT OR STUDENT student[/color]
PROFESSOR? IF SO WHAT SUBJECT? na[/color]
OCCUPATION? IF SO WHERE DO YOU WORK? na[/color]

WAND silver lime, unicorn hair, six and three-quarters inches.[/color]
PATRONUS peacock.[/color]
MIRROR OF ERISED "I would like very much to live in a very large house, have a very handsome husband, and to have a little girl that does ballet."[/color]
BOGGART "I fear, more than anything, to die alone and ugly and wearing mis-matched colours."[/color]

STRENGTHS
+Organization
+Style
+Divination
+Graceful
+Walking in her heels[/color]
WEAKNESSES
+Easily Offended/Over Emotional
+Not very clever
+Or frugal
+Falls for boys easily[/color]
LIKES
+Perfection
+Ballet
+Her Mama (Grandmother)
+Boys
+Fashion
+Cheesy romantic stuff
+Decorating
+Colour-coding and other sorts of extreme neatness
+Glitter...[/color]
DISLIKES
+Lack of neatness
+Bullies, but only really her own
+Her grandfather
+Big animals
+Most of her classes (she's not so good at most of them)[/color]
OVERALL PERSONALITY
"Typically when people describe me they use words like 'shallow' or 'fake',which, when used, tend to cause me a great deal of pain. I suppose it shouldn't; I know I'm neither of those things after all, it's just difficult to not believe people. Who am I to say whether I'm shallow? With nothing to truly compare myself too, I have no idea about what I am or what I am not, at least in that light. For all I know I really do lack that certain amount of depth, and just the thought of it causes me pain.

"More than anything I believe I am characterized by my need for perfection. Daddy thinks I got it from my Mama, which I suppose makes sense. In some ways my habits appear to be a sort of good thing. My writing is always straight and neat, my clothing always matches impeccably, and my dorm is always cleanly to the highest degree. Of course, in nearly every other way, the yearning for perfection that I have causes much grief. There have been many occasions, for instance, where I would spend nearly an hour making sure the clothes in the closet were in perfect colour code order, or redoing my bed perhaps thirty times just to make sure everything is set up perfectly. I believe it's only my dorm-mates that realize the true nature of my struggle, but that's how I prefer it in the end.

"I think often my perfectionism is mistaken for vanity. My nightly routine is rather treacherous, my hair always finely executed, in it's own way (messy style is always acceptable as long as it's... planned), and I rarely leave my dorm with a stray piece of lint on my uniform. Not to say, necessarily, that my obsession with looks stems exclusively from my need for neatness. I do quite like looking nice just to look nice. Every girl wants to be beautiful, and perhaps me more than most. I like to be noticed, and considering that that won't happen because of any sort of intelligence, skill, or real interests on my part, beauty seems to be all I have.

"Self-confidence is a thing all girls lack, and I am no exception."[/color]

MOTHER Anastasia Ackerby[/color]
FATHER Dudley Dursley[/color]
SIBLINGS An older muggle brother[/color]
OTHER Related to the whole Potter/Weasley clan.[/color]
HISTORY
"I grew up in the muggle world, for a little bit at least. It suited me well. I spent the majority of my time with my Daddy or my Mama (grandmother, that is) would take me out around with her. I didn't like my grandfather very much. I didn't like the way he treated my Mama. She tried her best, and she probably didn't realize at the the time how much that would rub off on me. Just as she would fret over herself an the cleanliness of her house, so I do now. Still, I loved her all the same, and I always will. I look like her I think. I like that. She's always been my example of a fine and prestigious woman, considering that my mother seemed to prefer my brother.

"My magic came out rather early in my life, (I was maybe five) and perhaps not in the traditional way. I had a dream one night, a nightmare rather, that our rather lovely house (my father is a rather successful businessman) would burn down. I remember my dad rushing in and holding me while I cried from fear. He told me that it was all all right; that it was just a dream. However, it was only two days later when my dream dream became astonishingly accurate. We moved in to an even grander house without many issues, but my dad and my Mama alike looked at me different for quite some time.

"When my next dream came true (I believe it was something about the man down the street having to get rushed to the hospital.) my house was suddenly filled with shouting and debates that I didn't very well understand. The next thing I knew, Mama stopped visiting me and in her wake was my uncle Harry. I had met him just once before that. He had awkwardly showed up at my third birthday party and only stayed for a bit. I don't think he had even bothered to bring me a present.

"He came around often, and sometimes with his kids, but he didn't say anything to me for a while. Him and Daddy mostly just spoke in hushed tones as they watched all of us play. I quite liked having the company of my cousins. They didn't seem like any sort of abnormal to me. They just seemed nice. Still, they were no replacement for my Mama, and I was constantly pestering Daddy to make her come over.

"Still, months passed and I began to get used to her absence. The new company distracted me well enough from the peculiarity of her leaving. Eventually, however, they told me. Daddy sat me down in his lap one night, all serious, and Uncle Harry explained everything to me. I don't remember how I felt about it at that moment. I just remember asking if that's why Mama didn't come over anymore. My daddy's reply was 'No. She doesn't come over anymore because your goddamn grandfather is a--' and then he swore quite a bit. Every once and a while Mama sneaks over, just for a little bit, and I hug her forever and its like everything is better again for a little bit.

"Daddy says I always liked things kept in order, but I don't think my passion for it really began until after I found out I was a witch. Suddenly everything in my life felt just a little bit more chaotic. I remember a particular incident in which I was sorting my stuffed animals by colour (my favorite method of sorting) and I couldn't decide which end to put the zebras on. When my daddy finally came in I was crying and trying to colour in the white parts of their fur with a marker.

"Hogwarts really was magical for me. I perhaps wasn't ready to be there on my own, but it didn't feel like my own, at least at the beginning. My daddy made sure that I was basically attached to James when I got on the train. However, I didn't stay with him for long. Once I was sorted in to Hufflepuff I was forced to make my own friends, and I did. Well, I suppose I did. Mostly I just like talking to boys.

"My brother thinks my life seems strange, but I don't know any different. I like it, and that's all that really matters to me."[/color]
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