Melanie Nott
"Everyone has a chapter they don't read" -AnonymousMelanie Kelsey Nott
11 years old
Pure-blood
First Year
Mother:Eliza Hawthorne-Nott
Father: Atticus Nott
Predicted House:Gryffindor
Melanie has an Tyto Barn owl named Hotch
Wand:Silver-Lime, Dragon Heartstring, 13", and rigid flexibility.
Dark Brown Hair, down to her mid-back
Clear Blue Eyes, darker around the edges
Four Feet and Eight Inches tall
Skin Tone:Pale
She likes to wear clothing with a lot of layers or a simple dress.
General Appearance:She is thin for her age and has a slim physique.
+ Intelligent, bold, genuine, charismatic, loyal, and fierce.
- Impatient, sarcastic, scheming, callous, and overcritical.
She bites her lip when she gets nervous and taps her foot when impatient.
She has a dry and sarcastic sense of humor.
Melanie is usually in a playfully sarcastic mood and is good company. She has opinions, and is not afraid to voice them.
Born 20 August 2009
Nottinghamshire, UK
Eliza Hawthorne-Nott and Atticuss Nott
Melanie was born into a wizard family. Her mother and father had met at Hogwarts years ago. Her mother is a doctor at St. Mungos and her father works with magical creatures. With their jobs, Melanie's parent's were frequently gone. She was raised by her nanny Romilda Vane. She was expecting her Hogwarts letter when she got it, but was still extremely excited.
My Writing Sample
Stepping out of the train, the first thing that hit Steph was the smell. She had seen photos of the outskirts when she had been informed that her brother had died. But she had never been told of the noisome stench. It seemed the air itself was tainted with the smell of cigarette smoke and burnt rubber. It took a great deal of effort of Steph’s part to not wrinkled her nose at the malodorous air. Any sign that she found the smell to be discomforting would show that she was not from these parts. Today, Steph needed to blend into the crowd.
As she walked from the crowded train station, the smell lessened significantly but continued to linger in the back of her mind. Steph’s steps became automatic and she allowed herself to dally in her own mind. Had memorized the route to Archer’s grave. From the train station it was four blocks west and two blocks south. Then, she would have to look for a courtyard between a brothel and a bakery.
“Hey you! You there!” A voice screeched from behind Steph. Tensing as she spun, Steph let out a sigh to see the voice was a police officer. She was also relaxed by the fact that the police officer wasn’t talking to her, but to a hooded figure to her left. The figure’s hood fell and revealed their face. It was a girl.