Dahlia Breslin | First year | Slytherin
Full Name: Dahlia Fester Breslin
House: Slytherin
Age: 11, Birthday Febuary 12th
Wand: 32 centimeters, chestnut wood, unicorn hair core. Reasonably springy and "desires an owner in it's own image: curious, dynamic, and adventurous."
Also according to Pottermore
School Year: 1st year
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th year)
Species: Human (muggle-born witch)
History/Background Story: Dahlia was born the only daughter of Felicia and Herbert Breslin, a wealthy couple who lived comfortably in the heart of London. Herbert was an accomplished surgeon, dedicated to his work just as much as his family and always obsessed with finding new ways to save lives. Felicia was the CEO of a massive fashion empire known the world over, her luxury products appearing on nearly every catwalk. From day one they doted on every whim of their daughter, as well as her older brother Ash. The two were never left wanting for anything, spoiled and sheltered by the privileged life they were born into.
Ash was two years older than Dahlia, and from day one their parents pitted the two against each other in endless competition. Who was better at singing? At drawing? At playing the good child during a charity ball and charming the dull adult attendees? Who was more worthy to follow in their dad's footsteps, or inherit their mother's company? Who deserved to play with a parent in their preciously scarce free time?
Who was better? Who was more deserving of love? They had to fight each other for every scrap of affection and validation in their childhood, and that attitude ingrained itself deeply into their minds. In order for one to succeed, the other would have to fail. It was just simple math, and both were always determined to win. After all, if they lost it just meant that they weren't good enough.
At school Dahlia had her own social circle, but most of the friendships she had rang hollow at the end of the day. No one wanted to hang out after school, unless they got to take advantage of her wealth (going out to the mall, or exploring her large house). No one ever seemed to care about what Dahlia herself had to offer, only that she was rich and influential. She didn't much care. Why should she? She was only a child at the time, and all she knew was that she had more friends than anyone else in school. Friends were a good thing; it meant people liked her. If so many people liked her she figured she must be doing something right.
Still, she had one thing that she loved. One thing that was hers, and no one could take that away. Dahlia had always been enchanted by the world of fashion her mother lived in, full of beautiful people and draping fabrics. Swirling designs, bright red lips, and the ability to change the entire feel of a person through their clothing. She longed to make designs like that herself, though her mother had always been a bit skeptical. Felicia hadn't really been at the designing table herself for a long time, simply picking and choosing what others made while handling the business side of her company. But still Dahlia dreamed, drawing flowing gowns in the corner of every notebook she owned.
At home her strained relationship with her brother only grew more and more frayed, adding fuel to the fire of her inferiority complex. The final straw came one day, Ash deciding to join his little sister while she was doodling her latest outfit idea. Her design was rough looking with awful anatomy (as most 11 year olds tend to draw), and he took no shame in poking fun at her for it. When their mother came into the lounge and looked at their drawings however, she agreed completely with Ash.
His design was simply more technically advanced than her's, with better structure and a pleasing aesthetic. She verbally tore into Dahlia's drawing like a harsh CEO tearing down the awful work of a lazy employee, not a mother looking at her preteen daughter's drawing. It felt like everything stopped inside of Dahlia, her failure digging in like hot irons stabbing into her brain.
She smelled smoke. She felt heat. That wasn't her brain at all.
It was her brother's design, smoking and smoldering around the edges before catching flame for seemingly no reason at all.
That was the first time Dahlia ever had a brush with magic, and a few days later the family received a letter by owl. The daughter of the Breslin family was a witch, the fact sending shock waves through the family of four. At first her parents seemed as excited as she was, holding her up on a pedestal like she'd finally won the competition that had raged on her whole life. When things began to slow down though, they started to pull away from their once precious daughter.
No longer did Herbert excitedly point to the medical textbooks piled on the kitchen table, proclaiming that soon she'd understand every page. No longer did Felicia take her up to her spacious office, assuring that if she worked hard enough this all would be hers. They didn't even pit her against Ash like they had before, challenging him to do better without a word towards their daughter. It was like... they didn't have any expectations at all anymore. They didn't need her around anymore. No, they didn't want her around.
Magic was something special that was only hers, and it set her apart from the family she had wanted so badly to impress. Now she was something different, something other, and they'd never accept her the way they had before. She had an invitation to a world that they could never really understand, and while maybe it was unintentional that meant she wasn't one of them anymore. She was on her own.
When she went to shop for school supplies, Dahlia was alone. No parents, no brother, no guide to watch over her shoulder or assure that she was buying the right things. She just had a handful of wizarding currency that she hoped was enough to fill out her list, so unused to the idea of suddenly having no money at all. This world is terrifying and new, and she's been thrown into it alone. Maybe at least wizard fashion will give her some new ideas on how to follow her passion.
House: Slytherin
Age: 11, Birthday Febuary 12th
Wand: 32 centimeters, chestnut wood, unicorn hair core. Reasonably springy and "desires an owner in it's own image: curious, dynamic, and adventurous."
Also according to Pottermore
Reducio
This is a most curious, multi-faceted wood, which varies greatly in its character depending on the wand core, and takes a great deal of colour from the personality that possesses it. The wand of chestnut is attracted to witches and wizards who are skilled tamers of magical beasts, those who possess great gifts in Herbology, and those who are natural fliers. However, when paired with dragon heartstring, it may find its best match among those who are overfond of luxury and material things, and less scrupulous than they should be about how they are obtained. Conversely, three successive heads of the Wizengamot have possessed chestnut and unicorn wands, for this combination shows a predilection for those concerned with all manner of justice.
School Year: 1st year
Patronus: (Not applicable until 6th year)
Species: Human (muggle-born witch)
History/Background Story: Dahlia was born the only daughter of Felicia and Herbert Breslin, a wealthy couple who lived comfortably in the heart of London. Herbert was an accomplished surgeon, dedicated to his work just as much as his family and always obsessed with finding new ways to save lives. Felicia was the CEO of a massive fashion empire known the world over, her luxury products appearing on nearly every catwalk. From day one they doted on every whim of their daughter, as well as her older brother Ash. The two were never left wanting for anything, spoiled and sheltered by the privileged life they were born into.
Ash was two years older than Dahlia, and from day one their parents pitted the two against each other in endless competition. Who was better at singing? At drawing? At playing the good child during a charity ball and charming the dull adult attendees? Who was more worthy to follow in their dad's footsteps, or inherit their mother's company? Who deserved to play with a parent in their preciously scarce free time?
Who was better? Who was more deserving of love? They had to fight each other for every scrap of affection and validation in their childhood, and that attitude ingrained itself deeply into their minds. In order for one to succeed, the other would have to fail. It was just simple math, and both were always determined to win. After all, if they lost it just meant that they weren't good enough.
At school Dahlia had her own social circle, but most of the friendships she had rang hollow at the end of the day. No one wanted to hang out after school, unless they got to take advantage of her wealth (going out to the mall, or exploring her large house). No one ever seemed to care about what Dahlia herself had to offer, only that she was rich and influential. She didn't much care. Why should she? She was only a child at the time, and all she knew was that she had more friends than anyone else in school. Friends were a good thing; it meant people liked her. If so many people liked her she figured she must be doing something right.
Still, she had one thing that she loved. One thing that was hers, and no one could take that away. Dahlia had always been enchanted by the world of fashion her mother lived in, full of beautiful people and draping fabrics. Swirling designs, bright red lips, and the ability to change the entire feel of a person through their clothing. She longed to make designs like that herself, though her mother had always been a bit skeptical. Felicia hadn't really been at the designing table herself for a long time, simply picking and choosing what others made while handling the business side of her company. But still Dahlia dreamed, drawing flowing gowns in the corner of every notebook she owned.
At home her strained relationship with her brother only grew more and more frayed, adding fuel to the fire of her inferiority complex. The final straw came one day, Ash deciding to join his little sister while she was doodling her latest outfit idea. Her design was rough looking with awful anatomy (as most 11 year olds tend to draw), and he took no shame in poking fun at her for it. When their mother came into the lounge and looked at their drawings however, she agreed completely with Ash.
His design was simply more technically advanced than her's, with better structure and a pleasing aesthetic. She verbally tore into Dahlia's drawing like a harsh CEO tearing down the awful work of a lazy employee, not a mother looking at her preteen daughter's drawing. It felt like everything stopped inside of Dahlia, her failure digging in like hot irons stabbing into her brain.
She smelled smoke. She felt heat. That wasn't her brain at all.
It was her brother's design, smoking and smoldering around the edges before catching flame for seemingly no reason at all.
That was the first time Dahlia ever had a brush with magic, and a few days later the family received a letter by owl. The daughter of the Breslin family was a witch, the fact sending shock waves through the family of four. At first her parents seemed as excited as she was, holding her up on a pedestal like she'd finally won the competition that had raged on her whole life. When things began to slow down though, they started to pull away from their once precious daughter.
No longer did Herbert excitedly point to the medical textbooks piled on the kitchen table, proclaiming that soon she'd understand every page. No longer did Felicia take her up to her spacious office, assuring that if she worked hard enough this all would be hers. They didn't even pit her against Ash like they had before, challenging him to do better without a word towards their daughter. It was like... they didn't have any expectations at all anymore. They didn't need her around anymore. No, they didn't want her around.
Magic was something special that was only hers, and it set her apart from the family she had wanted so badly to impress. Now she was something different, something other, and they'd never accept her the way they had before. She had an invitation to a world that they could never really understand, and while maybe it was unintentional that meant she wasn't one of them anymore. She was on her own.
When she went to shop for school supplies, Dahlia was alone. No parents, no brother, no guide to watch over her shoulder or assure that she was buying the right things. She just had a handful of wizarding currency that she hoped was enough to fill out her list, so unused to the idea of suddenly having no money at all. This world is terrifying and new, and she's been thrown into it alone. Maybe at least wizard fashion will give her some new ideas on how to follow her passion.
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Dahlia Breslin | First year | Slytherin
Relationships
Family
Felicia Breslin- Mother and the CEO of a fashion empire. Wealthy, ambitious, and more than a bit terrifying. Dahlia views her as the perfect woman and everything she aspires to be, though she's always longed more for the design side of her work than the business portion. Distant, haven't spoken since Dahlia left for Hogwarts.
Herbert Breslin- Father and an accomplished surgeon. Kindhearted, extremely determined, and always eager to experiment and learn new things. Did his best to get his children interested in the medical field, but it never really seemed to stick. He loves his family with just as much passion as he loves his work, and Dahlia always looked up to him for that. Distant, haven't spoken since Dahlia left for Hogwarts.
Ash Breslin- Older brother by two years, currently thirteen years old. Growing up he and Dahlia were always pitted against each other, but he's recently started to realize how much of that was unfairly set up by their parents. Their relationship is still strained from years of fighting, but he's the only one that's stuck by her since the fire incident. Even after she's gone to school, he sends letters by owl in hopes of giving her a lifeline back to her home. She will never admit how grateful she is that he's been here for her.
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