vidette odessa clearwater

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VIDETTE ODESSA CLEARWATER

NAME ;; Vidette Odessa Clearwater
NICKNAMES ;; Viddy
AGE ;; Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH ;; April 23rd, 1980
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood witch; Bulgarian
YEAR ;; Graduated
HOUSE ;; Slytherin alumni
OCCUPATION ;; Reporter for the Daily Prophet
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Nina Dobrev

VIDETTE is ;;
--- POLITE ;; Vidette grew up in a wealthy, old-fashioned type of family. The kind of family who believes in manners and proper ettiquite, and so, growing up, Vidette had to learn to adopt these qualities for herself. It was more of a muggle thing, in her opinion, but her grandmother would sit her down and give her lessons, not allowing her to be excused until she thought Vidette understood the message she was trying to convey. Because of this, she learned to respect her elders, to say please and thank you, to eat and act like a lady, etcetera.
--- HONEST ;; Everyone lies, it's a part of life. But, Vidette is a god awful liar. She stutters and turns an unfortunate shade of bright red, giving her away instantly. So, needless to say, lying isn't exactly her forte. In lieu of always getting caught, Vidette has vowed to always tell the truth, despite whether the truth will hurt or not.
--- SPITEFUL ;; A word to the wise: Don't get on Vidette's bad side. This trait is probably what landed her in Slytherin in the first place, considering her other qualities are rather Hufflepuff-like. She has a desire to seek revenge on those who have wronged her, and she always has the last laugh, and always wins.

VIDETTE'S patronus is a ;; wolf
VIDETTE'S boggart takes the form of ;; a shark

VIDETTE adores ;;

• Charms
  
• Transfiguration spells
  
• Being intelligent
  
• Having a wealthy, pureblood family
  
• Proper ettiquite
  
• Sleeping in
  
• Rainy days
  
• Bonfires
  
• Conquering a new spell or conjuring up a complicated potion
  
• Vengence
  
• Horror movies
  
• Midnight snacks
  
• Being surrounded by people she loves
  
• Love stories
  
• Cheesy pick-up lines
  
• Laughing
  

VIDETTE abhors ;;

• Loud or obnoxious chewing
  
• Awkward, drawn-out silences
  
• Feeling inferior
  
• All dairy products aside from ice cream
  
• The faux arrogance Gilderoy Lockhart once had before his confundus charm backfired on him
  
• Mice
  
• Horrible singers
  
• Losing a game or competition
  
• The Irish Quidditch team
  
• Being wrong
  
• Talk of the war
  

Once upon a time, happily ever after, etcetera etcetera. That's not her life. There was no fairy tale meeting and no sparks between her parents; they were arranged to be married right after they finished schooling - why her grandparents thought they would make a good couple is beyond her. Vidette's father had always hated her mother for whatever reason, and therefore has neglected her mum and herself from the very beginning. He was always off with his friends and fellow Death Eaters, leaving them to fend for themselves back at the house. Their house elf was treated better than they were, for the sole reason that he was not Vidette or her mother.

Her real history begins during the summer break of sixth and seventh year. There was a week left before school began once again, and she and her mum had just come back from purchasing school supplies in Diagon Alley. Vidette was upstairs packing some of the necessary items away in her trunk - she always plans ahead - when she heard her father come home. He was angry, that much was certain. He was yelling and throwing things about the kitchen, waving his wand around like a mad man and tossing sparks throughout the lower portion of the house. Luckily, Vidette had enough sense to cast a feeble invisibility charm before going downstairs to make sure everything was all right. But just as she reached the bottom of the stairs and craned her neck to see into the kitchen, she heard her father utter the two words she never thought she'd hear him say to her mother. And she fell. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, staring in Vidette's direction but seeing nothing at all. Her father searched for her, obviously set on murdering her as well. How someone could slaughter their entire family that way is beyond her, but when he couldn't find Vidette he gave up and left. She never saw him again.

Her return to Hogwarts was less than pleasant. After witnessing her mothers' death she wanted nothing more than to go out and avenge her; her father deserved to be punished and no one was taking up any action to do so. The Ministry wouldn't give her any real answer to their plan of action when word of her murder reached them, they simply blamed the act on the Dark Lord and moved on. Her father wasn't even a considered suspect because 'why would a man murder his own wife'. It was all just a part of the war; a war the Ministry continuously denied until it had already become the past.

A few other Slytherins were comforting to her, Zachary Stretton being one of them. He had been a good friend of hers for quite some time, practically since birth. But, during their last year in Hogwarts, Zachary began to act...differently. He spent little time with Vidette, leaving her to fend for herself after her mothers' death. Sure, he comforted her at first. But, as soon as he felt that his job was complete, he ran off with his other friends, forgetting about her once again. Little did he know, Vidette's heart was broken. Sadly enough, she loved him.

Now that the war is over, and Vidette has said her goodbyes to Hogwarts, she's moving on with her life, putting the past behind her. But, what will happen in her life when Zachary returns? Who knows if she can find it in herself to forgive him for abandoning her when she needed him most, especially because he has changed so much.

The script was long and the words made no sense, but they tumbled from her lips with such grace and fluidity that, if someone were to walk in at that very second, they would be compelled to think that she had read the words many times before. But, on the contrary, this was just another script she had printed off the night before. More words, more characters, more emotions. Vidette needed to feel challenged in order to better herself as an actress. She needed to practice characters with split personalities, mental disorders, drug addictions; in short, she needed to act out characters that were the exact opposite of herself. Monotony would not get her to the top.

Her thin, pink lips formed each syllable slowly and passionately, as if she were caressing them with the utmost care. And, still, as hard as she tried to make this work, it all still sounded wrong. With a frustrated sigh, the paper fluttered to the ground and Vidette began to pace. Upstage, downstage, upstage, downstage. Her heels made soft clicking noises on the stage's black floor, and her fingers tapped anxiously against her denim clad sides. Auditions for the school drama production were fast approaching, and Vidette would be damned if she didn't nail the lead. Honestly, she had no idea what production the drama instructor had even decided on, as it had not been brought to her attention as of yet. But, that didn't exactly matter to her. The leading lady would be her part. No questions asked.

The brunette grew tired of stressing about it after a while, and with a heavy sigh, she moved to sit on the edge of the stage. Her feet dangled over the edge, swinging back and forth to gently hit the stage with her heels in a rhythmic, soothing pattern. Worry pooled in the pit of her stomach, aching with the thought of not getting the desired part. Vidette was born to be an actress, of that she was certain. There was no other option for her; she would go off to college and study theatre, while somehow obtaining an agent and joining the Screen Actors Guild. And amidst all of that, she would be filming commercials and being extras in the back of movies and television shows. The rest of her life was set - she had a plan. That plan all began with her being the leading lady in as many productions as possible. But, this time around, she wasn't sure she would be good enough.

She lifted her gaze to look out at the empty auditorium and sucked in a steady breath. Perhaps her lack of focus was due to her odd morning encounter. Her parents had been sitting at the breakfast table - as they usually were - her father reading the newspaper and her mother flipping through lesson plans. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But something in the pit of her stomach told her that something was different between them. It might have been the stiff set of her fathers' shoulders, or the way her mothers' lips were pursed in a terse, hard line. It could have even been the way her younger sister was glancing back and forth between the pair with a curious expression on her face, like she, too, could sense the tension in the room. Neither one of them said anything, they hadn't even acknowledged her when she left for school and said her usual goodbyes. So, maybe, that was holding her head below water, her lungs filling up with cold water and making her feel all pressured and heavy.

A groan slipped from her lips and she reached up to run a hand over her tired face. This was all too much for her. For the first time in a long time, Vidette wished that auditions weren't on the horizon. It would give her the time she needed to figure out her parents and still conquer the character in this ballistic script at her side. The young girl reached into the back pocket of her bright red jeans and pulled out her cell phone, glancing at the time before dropping it into her lap. It was only four o'clock. She had plenty of time to kill before she needed to be home, but she refused to pick back up where she left off and stress herself out even more. Vidette sighed again; this all just sucked.

And, why on Earth was she stressing anyway? Vidette had taken stress management classes and learned how to harness this sort of thing years ago, in order to prevent this from ever happening. Acting used to be a relief for her, the only way she could ever release all of the weight on her tiny shoulders. It used to feel good to stand up on that stage and recite line after line, stepping into another human beings shoes and getting lost in the motions. It was her heaven. But, now, she couldn't remember it ever feeling good. What had been her favorite play? Ah, yes. Alice and Wonderland. She had been only thirteen when she had gotten the part of Alice, and it was the most fun she had ever had in her life.

Her little pink lips curled into a smile and Vidette stood once again, shoving her phone in her back pocket and kicking the other script off of the stage all together. She moved to center stage, staring out at the empty audience with her hands placed confidently at her sides. After a deep breath and some quick recollections, the words flowed from her lips with more fluidity than it had earlier. They seemed raw and real, like she, herself, had written the words from the bottom of her heart and was now speaking them for the first time. "If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think."

Now, this. This felt right.

Hey there! I'm Maggie. I'm 18, and I've been been role playing for 4 YEARS. I found LMCI through WCSTW. My favorite Harry Potter is NUMBER THREE <3.

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