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Nott for Nothing Nov 22, 2014 6:19:01 GMT

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A twelve inch essay on the properties of Armadillo Bile. It was ludicrous and a waste of time, and yet she'd spent three hours in the library digging through old potions books to complete the essay that would in essense, make up for her abysmal work in class. It ended up being cruel irony that the first potion Rosalee messed up that year was a Wit-Sharpening Potion. At least this time when the brew failed, it hadn't been because of her lack of knowledge but because of the short temper she attributed to the Nott blood in her. When in doubt, blame Grandfather, she had thought to herself the moment that she'd 'accidentally' dumped her portion of Armadillo Bile on her Gryffindor partner when the stupid slag couldn't keep her elbows to her side of the table. When the potion failed and the lonely little lion cried over her stained and smelly blouse, it was Rosalee who was given the extra assignment, and from her own Head of House. Then the old buffoon had the nerve to advise her that seeking out tutoring for Potions could improve her classwork. She'd left the Dungeons in a huff, determined to make it to the Library before anyone noticed her leave.

Unfortunately she was spotted returning from the Library by the very Gryffindor who'd caused her so much trouble to begin with.

"Nott," the girl in red and gold glared at her and Rosalee did her best to show complete indifference as her mother had taught her, though growing up spending weekends at Malfoy Manor with her cousin had the smallest hint of a well placed sneer crawling up her lips. Her mother detested the look. Apparently so did the Gryffindor who was soon flanked by another lioness and what looked to be a lanky taller version of herself in male form.

"I'll be polite this time," Rosalee smirked. "And allow you the opportunity to apologize."

"Me?! Apologize to you? Are you thick!?" The girl wailed.

"Not as thick as your waistline," Rosalee said, her cold blue eyes portraying no emotion, despite the fact that there was a mild desire to push the girl down the marble staircase. It was moments like this that Rosalee understood why most students moved through the school with a proper entourage. Back up was always helpful, even if it was just someone to laugh at how easy it was to rile up a bully. Bully. Ridiculous. Rosalee was certain she'd been born twenty years too late. She was a pureblood from two of the most notable families in the Wizarding world. At least... they used to be.

From the corner of her eye she saw wands being drawn. "This is a mistake," Rosalee cautioned them. "Turn around and climb back in your little tower." It was a warning and a threat in one. She'd been properly taught not to start trouble if she didn't need to, but more than that she'd learned quickly that revenge was sweet, and she enjoyed dragging it out as long as possible. There was a Hufflepuff that had called Rosalee ugly once in First Year that still woke up once a month with clumps of hair missing from her head, no idea why. Forgiveness was neither here nor there, but forgetfulness was just not tolerated.

"Petrificus Totalus!" The Gryffindor shouted, but Rosalee was quick on her feet, and soon her Elm wand was in one hand and her Potions book in another. She whispered, "Draconifors," and watched with amusement as the Potions text transfigured into a small dragon that immediately took flight and dove down, attacking the girl. Rosalee had barely a chance to smirk at the sight before the second girl reached forward and took a hold of her blond hair with a tight fist.

"Are you kidding me?!" Rosalee shrieked with absolute rage. "What are you, a Muggle?!"

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Scorpius Malfoy

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Isaac Nott
Ravenclaw

7th Year

"The way to have power is to take it."

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Age: 16
Birthday: December 7th, 2005
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Nott for Nothing Nov 22, 2014 20:10:07 GMT

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Post by Isaac Nott on Nov 22, 2014 20:10:07 GMT

Isaac was making his way to the library to borrow a Charms book for a tedious essay due the following morning when he stumbled upon a commotion in the corridor as students began to gather around to witness what sounded to be a fight between two females. Isaac would have passed by in mild interest, perhaps stopping briefly to view it with amusement, that is until he heard a familiar voice, that of his younger sister's.

With haste he sprung into action, shoving his way roughly through the crowded corridor, barreling over scrawnier students in his fierce determination to get to the source of the commotion and see what in the hell was going on. It was then that his blue eyes absorbed the scene, some Gryffindor wench tugging roughly at Rosalee's hair while her two housemates stood behind her, watching with matched gleeful expressions at their friend bullying a dirty, good for nothing Slytherin. Fury burned up into Isaac's throat, stinging like firewhiskey as he reached out to clamp his large, calloused hand, from years of fighting and playing Quidditch, around the girl's wrist in an painful grasp that caused her brown eyes to snap quickly up at him in alarm, fear crossing over her features as she regarded the upperclassman.

"Let go of my sister you filthy, little mud-blood." Isaac demanded in a low, almost chilling snarl that caused the Gryffindor's hand to go instantly slack, though her dark eyes burned with outrage, before releasing her victim's smooth, blonde locks now disheveled from the altercation.

"Oi! That's no way to treat a lady, Nott. What's wrong with you? Haven't your parents taught you any manners you oaf." Her boyfriend or whatever the lion was to her stepped forward, a lanky boy who might not have matched Isaac in brute strength but definitely in height. He brandished his wand in warning causing Isaac's anger to grow. He knew he wouldn't have a chance to reach for his own wand which lay concealed in his Ravenclaw robe so he played along, letting go of the girl's wrist which had turned crimson in irritation of the rough handling it had received just seconds prior and holding up his palms in mock surrender, a dark sneer crossing over his features. His sharp, blue eyes glanced slyly over at his sister who had been freed and lingering there briefly in a meaningful look before turning back to the Gryffs. He could really use a distraction right now in order to gain the upper hand on the bloke or else they might find themselves in an unfavorable position less a professor soon arrive to break up the impended duel and it seemed that in that brief moment they had completely forgotten of the snake, focusing all their attention on Isaac, giving Rosalee the perfect opportunity to attack.

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Nott for Nothing Nov 22, 2014 22:48:15 GMT

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At the sound of her brother's voice, Rosalee felt both unbearable relief mixed with absolute irritation. That was all she needed now, was to be thought of as weak enough to need her big brother to come and rescue her - from a pathetic pride of lions no less. Gods, the threats she would have to make to see to it that her parents didn't hear about this - it was bad enough that Isaac had stumbled upon the scene, never mind the fact she wouldn't be able to look her uncle and cousin in the face for a while, neither of them would have ever been shown up physically by a Gryffindor! The tone of her brother's voice as he tossed out the 'old-fashioned' slur stirred the anger more inside of Rosalee and when she brought her eyes up to see Isaac touching the girl, even violently, it made her blanch at the sight. Filthy indeed!

Her hair tussled, Rosalee's eyes very nearly flashed silver in rage and in the moment she looked like a vicious Veela, though her bloodlines were certainly not tainted with such. She scoffed as the male Gryffindor had the audacity and the lack of proper education to refer to the little slag as a lady. When her brother held his hands up in mock surrender, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Slytherin in Ravenclaw robes, he was. Ever the appearance of innocence, it was no wonder he was adored the way he was. The moment she caught sight of the opposing boys wand, her own grip tightened on hers and she saw red. Curse her, hex her, pull her hair... but threaten her family?

"Stupefy!" Rosalee shouted and watched with amusement as the lanky Gryffindor fell backwards, knocking his head hard into the wall behind him.

"Are you crazy! You could have really hurt him!" His girlfriend shouted at Rosalee. "You'll get in so much trouble for this you little..."

"Me?" Rosalee feigned innocence. "I was merely defending myself against a would be attacker," she gestured to the boy. "Poor me, all alone coming out of the library, I didn't expect to be accosted by a boy twice my size. He was just too strong," she put on her fragile tone of voice that only her family could tell was fake - having perfected it over the years. "I was so scared," she forced a tiny sniffle. "Thank goodness my brother came along, just in time to witness my attack just before I stopped it."

"You little liar!" The Gryffindor girl yelled. "No Professor in their right mind would believe you!"

Rosalee took that as a challenge. "Oh I think Professor Malfoy might have a thought or two," she sneered in amusement as the gathered crowd began to disperse at her threats, not wanting to get caught up as a casualty of this House war. She gave a sweet smile to her brother, before she noticed the Gryffindor girls both reaching for their wands. Oh well, it was their funerals after all.

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7th Year

"The way to have power is to take it."

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Nott for Nothing Nov 23, 2014 15:51:38 GMT

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Isaac felt pride when Rosalee sent a powerful stunner at the bloke, knocking him out cold and then proceeded to slyly weasel her way out of getting caught, voicing her defense plan shall a professor soon arrive. The two Gryffindor girls left in the corridor as the others all dispersed drew their wands simultaneously and having now brandished his own, the shaggy, blond-haired eagle flexed his fingers to clutch the sleek instrument more tightly in his grasp, spells on the tip of his tongue. Isaac and the bully's older friend then engaged in a swift, heated duel, both evenly matched with magic on the girl's side, brute strength was irrelevant here. Brilliant jets of crimson, blue and gold sprayed back and forth between them until finally they each managed to get a spell in on the other.

"Locomotor Mortis" Called out the lion and having been momentarily distracted as the, younger other witch sent a particularly nasty hex at his sister, Isaac took in the spell, scowling in rage as his legs locked uncomfortable together and he teetered slightly off balance.

"Confundo!" He bellowed and the confusing hex met it's target as a baffled and troubled look overcame the girl's features. Then for good measure now that she was too confused to fight, Isaac enacted revenge in the cruelest way he could think of, hitting her with a hair-loss curse and watching in glee as her beautiful, smooth, ebony locks began to fall, fluttering in delicate clumps to land in a piles on the stone floor beneath her. The girl was too thick at the moment to even care, but she would later and the thought of her gazing into the mirror, a wailing shriek of mortification and agony resounding from her lips, well let's just say he'd sleep well tonight with that sort of gratification stirring within him. Revenge was sweet and the wench had it coming, foolishly taking on the eldest Nott siblings. Had she really thought she could stand a chance?

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Nott for Nothing Nov 23, 2014 20:29:16 GMT

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The Gryffindor was stronger, but Rosalee was faster, something the other girl clearly was not expecting as the Slytherin Ice Princess darted around with stealth, amused over the fact that even after all these years, she and her brother could duel side by side like they had pretended to when they were still so little, brandishing toy wands provided either by an apologetic parent, or their aunt and uncle.

"Diffindo!" The Gryffindor shouted and Rosalee took a sharp sting to her shoulder, cutting through her robes and actually hitting flesh. She hissed at the contact, more angry at herself for letting it happen than from the pain, which was minimal. Officially bored with the duel, Rosalee angrily shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" when she noticed her brother hit the girl with a well aimed Confundus. She sighed with mild relief as the little lion finally collapsed to the ground, hairless. "Nice touch," she said thoughtfully, appreciating her brother's handiwork. "Finite," she mumbled, her wand aimed at Isaac's legs, still trapped in the bind.

"You better go," Rosalee sighed. "Get a proper alibi before anyone else sees you, can't have Posy be the only one holding up the honor of the family name," she said sarcastically as a typical frown crossed her features. "I heard Scorpius got in trouble because of what happened at the game," she said, mentioning the fairly epic fight that had occurred, reminding Isaac that it wouldn't do well for their entire family to end up in McGonagall's office all within such a short period of time.

But just for a little dig against a rival house, she had to throw in, "You know, besides Ravenclaw losing," she smirked.

Isaac Nott
Ravenclaw

7th Year

"The way to have power is to take it."

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Age: 16
Birthday: December 7th, 2005
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Nott for Nothing Nov 25, 2014 15:02:15 GMT

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"She'll go harder on you for being in Slytherin and besides taking down three Gryffindors is farfetched even for you." Isaac told her, masking a compliment in there as he referred to McGonagall and her favoritism. Isaac was prepared to act the part of protective elder brother no matter how much they bickered, he was still there for Rosalee, always.

"I'm older, closer to their age," He said referring to the fifth year girl he dueled and the sixth year lad Rosalee managed to take out. Still, even if Isaac knew she was a wicked duelist the professors might not believe it less they saw it. "-I can say I fought the bloke and his two little girlfriends joined in on it, all fought me at once but luckily I managed to overcome them, using this witty head of mine." He already began plotting his lie, smirking as he tapped his temple with his index finger. He was normally pretty good at smooth-talking his way out of trouble by playing the part of good guy eagle just trying to protect himself, though some professors still saw through his act on occasion, McGonagall being one of them.

"And it's a shame really, imagine how much more dominating Slytherin would be on the pitch if Scorpius and I had gone into Slytherin like the hat told us... Why, we'd be able to take down the entire school, even if we played them all at once." He boasted arrogantly in response to her remark about Ravenclaw losing the previous game. "Go on then, go mope and brood in the dungeons with your fellow serpents or something. I'll handle this, I am after all supposed to be the smarter one." Isaac winked playfully and chuckled at the irony of his words. His sister got far better marks than he in school yet he was the one who was in the house that valued intelligence and the pursuit of knowledge, something Isaac was not at all interested in.

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Nott for Nothing Nov 25, 2014 19:07:52 GMT

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She rolled her eyes as Isaac suggested he at least take part of the fall, and Rosalee realized that if that were the case it might actually be prudent to use her fake scenario against the Gryffindors, despite the fact that it would make her look like a defenseless tease. She huffed a little indignantly and folded her arms over her chest as she watched her brother stroke his own ego over his amazing skills of smooth-talking. It was nauseating to watch. Had he been more obvious over his incredible self love, she would have pegged him as a Gryffindor.

When he brought up Quidditch and the Sorting Hat, Rosalee outright glared at him, the sneer that crossed her face was genuinely more disturbing than the one she'd given her previously conscious opponents as she narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Don't bring up the bloody Hat," she insisted. "I'm still pissed at the both of you for that. You more than Scorpius," she said bitterly. "He never would have gone into Ravenclaw if you hadn't done it first," she tried in vain to hide her pout. She had been so excited to go to Hogwarts, despite the fact that she knew her brother wouldn't be in her own House, but surely she and Scorpius wouldn't be separated. What Malfoy in the history of Malfoys was placed anywhere but in Slytherin. She had been depending on her cousin to be her safe space in the Dungeons, but because of her brother's lead, she had been left defenseless in a snake pit that should have felt better than home.

"And if you genuinely think that you're smarter than me, then you're actually dumber than you look," she scoffed. "And that's really saying something."

Isaac Nott
Ravenclaw

7th Year

"The way to have power is to take it."

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Age: 16
Birthday: December 7th, 2005
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Nott for Nothing Nov 25, 2014 20:25:57 GMT

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"Har-Har little sister." Isaac sneered, faking a dry laugh. "If that's really how you feel then I suppose I should just let you take the fall. Good luck with McGonagall." He smirked, reaching out to muse her hair in a manner that to onlookers would have looked brotherly but to them was merely Isaac trying to get more of a rise out of her for messing up even more severely her already disheveled, blonde locks. Then he turned, preparing to leave her totally on her own to take full blame less she call out to him for help, ask him to come back and talk nicely. Roselee's pride would likely prevent her from doing that but seeing as she would be in a great deal of trouble, likely detention for a month, perhaps the sly snake in her would want to be relieved of that punishment and she'd wise up and let her elder, Ravenclaw brother take the blame. Either way it was her choice and if she wanted to be daft enough to reject his proposal to help then perhaps he really was the smarter of the two of them.

"And choosing Slytherin is practically a death sentence, might as well get some ink and write 'Future Dark Wizard, Don't Hire Me' on your forehead, sis. It isn't all about pride, you know, this is school nothing more than to pass some owls and move on and in a few years time I'll never see this place again but what I will face for the rest of my life is the wizarding world, out there." He pointed to the windowpanes aligning the deserted corridor apart from them, his tone growing hushed just in case anyone should happen to stumble upon the conversation, not wanting his peers to hear. "-and in order to survive in this cruel, screwed up world of prejudice I'm just doing whatever I must in order survive. Don't want to live like mum and dad, acting the part of wealthy purebloods when in reality we're just as pathetically poor as the Weasley's." Isaac hissed over his shoulder, repeating the speech he had given to her a dozen times, a logic he and Scorpius understood clearly and embraced but she fought against stubbornly. The problem with Roslaee was that she was too real, she wasn't about putting on a show, living her life behind a false mask, demeaning yourself in order to succeed. She wanted the world to see her for what she was, see her bad in plain day for she was proud of everything that made her a Slytherin. Where as Isaac and Scorpius betrayed their house, the house they rightfully belonged in just so that they could acquire a well-paying job after Hogwarts. They were thinking about their futures.

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Nott for Nothing Nov 28, 2014 21:49:29 GMT

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Rosalee sneered at her brother when he threatened to let her take the fall. Hadn't that been what she was planning on doing all along? Gods, and he was supposed to be a Ravenclaw? Rosalee rolled her eyes at him, but vocally growled when he touched her hair, mussing it the way he used to do when they were small children. She watched as he turned to walk away from her, genuinely leaving her there to clean up the entire mess. Her bright blue eyes widened at the sight and she fought every ounce of pride before finally calling out, "Fine! Damn," she scowled at him. "But I'm only accepting your help because if I take the entire fall for this, it'll look poorly on the entire family," she insisted, trying to save some of her pride by insisting that she was making a sacrifice that included him.

"Then I suppose it's fine that you and Scorpius are thinking so well into your futures," she rolled her eyes. "But considering that I'm more than likely to be married off for some financial gain - if it's even possible - I highly doubt that I'll need to be worried about getting hired anywhere," she sighed in frustration. "Besides, the Hat didn't even give me the option of choosing a House on my own," she looked down, a part of her still wondering if the Hat had thought she was too stupid to be in Ravenclaw alongside her brother and cousin. She certainly wasn't kind enough to be in Hufflepuff with her little sister. And Salazar be damned if she'd ever end up a Gryffindor. "And if the future is as bleak for me as you say," she smirked up at her brother. "I'm certain you'll take care of me, won't you big brother?" She chuckled.

Isaac Nott
Ravenclaw

7th Year

"The way to have power is to take it."

Posts: 14

Age: 16
Birthday: December 7th, 2005
Height: 5'11
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Played By: Rachael
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Nott for Nothing Dec 2, 2014 4:14:54 GMT

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Isaac smirked smugly, turning smoothly to face his sister when she finally called out for his assistance. Then he frowned as he often did when Rosalee reminded him of the sorting hat having not given her a choice in the matter of where she was sorted to, feeling a pang of sympathy for his sibling. She was strong, that's why the hat placed her in Slytherin, it knew she could handle the hatred her peers would inflict upon her, not letting it affect her and keeping her chin held high with confidence despite the world, quite literally, being against her. Isaac on the other hand had zero tolerance for disrespect, his fuse was short and he was prone to violent outbursts when enraged. If he had been placed in Slytherin, where he truly belonged, he'd probably end up in Azkaban for murder...

"I'm certain you'll take care of me, won't you big brother?" Rosalee chuckled, causing Isaac's smirk to grow, turning from smug to warm, almost into a small smile. His stormy orbs glistened with amusement as he chuckled quietly along with her, possessing a softness to them only present in rare moments with those he loved, able to bring out the good repressed in him.

"Always." He vowed, sobering up to let her know that he meant it, no matter what he'd always take care of her and Posy, or 'Ella' as she now demanded to go by.

"Go on then," Isaac said gently, giving her a light shove in the arm to get her going. "Back to the snake pit, I'll clean up this mess." He scowled, gazing around at the unconscious Gryffindors with distaste as if gazing upon filth. Already his sharp mind was churning with lies to get him out of this unfavorable predicament.