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[adrian]

Nickname: Peter
How You Found Us: Dorcas
Contact Via: Um.. here? Or hotmail

What can be found in a name:
Laszlo Adrian Nott
When the day I was born:
11/05/1957
The Angels screamed:
Chandler and Morgana Nott
And Hell shut its doors:
Two younger sisters
While creatures retreated:
None
To depths unknown:
Pure-blood

I hide from them:
Slytherin common room, Quidditch pitch, by the Great Lake
Be who they want to see:
Adrian's hair is a light brown colour, just like his mother's, but a lot of times it looks darker than it actually is, because he usually applies a lot of hair gel to it to spike it up a little bit. When it's just left as it is, his hair is quite flat and rather dull looking. He likes to keep it short, but not too short. However, when something is just going really badly in his life, he tends to shave it all off.
His eyes are a dark blue colour, and look kind of small compared to the rest of his face. The bridge of his nose is slim, while the rest of it is kind of pointy. It's not exactly small in size, but it goes with the rest of his face. He has a large forehead, which he used to hide when he was younger by letting his hair grow, but he later discovered that it really didn't look that bad. The face as a whole is square shaped.
When he turned 17 he started growing some facial hair, and (though he would never admit it) Adrian is rather proud of this, so he decided to keep some of it. Even though it's hardly necessary, he shaves regularly so that the rest of his face remains smooth, but makes sure to leave some by his chin. He would leave the part around his mouth, too , if there was any; he hasn't been able to grow a mustache yet.
He is about 5'11, and weighs 170lbs. He works out quite a lot, so his body is almost pure muscle. He hasn't started to grow chest hair yet, but he's hoping it will happen soon.
Two of his knuckles on his right hand are larger than the others ones, because he once got so angry that he hit his fist against a brick wall several times, and then started doing it on purpose to make his hand go numb; as a result, he can't feel anything anymore when he punches something or someone with his right hand.
When Adrian is at home, he's required to wear dress robes most of the time, because his family likes to keep things formal. But if he was allowed to choose, he'd wear whatever he feels comfortable in. Sweatpants and a simple t-shirt are perfect for him.

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Adrian is not the most social person. He mainly associates with the select few people that have managed to gain his trust. If he doesn't like someone, he will tell them right away, without giving them any false hopes. Adrian usually lets people come talk to him (unless it's a good looking female); he's fine with being alone, but if someone he knows he can have an enjoyable conversation with approaches him, he's not going to say no. However, he does enjoy company when he's drinking, and this is also when people enjoy being with him, because that's usually the only time he lets his fun, happy side be seen.
He inherited his father's horrible temper, and it does not take much to set it off. He usually deals with it by yelling and hitting something or tearing things apart. Or he goes for a long run.
First impressions are a big deal with Adrian, and he can hold a grudge for a long time, so people should be careful when they first meet him. He also gets addicted to things pretty easily. Drinking, smoking, working out, Quidditch...
He does feel and act happy when he's around his very best friends and his sisters (though not as happy as when he's drunk). That's when he feels he can let his guard down and be himself, and knows that no one is going to judge him.
This soulless being:
Quidditch
Sex
Drinking
Running
His family (except one person)
Spring; the only season he doesn't have to go home for
Is just as lost:
Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, mudbloods (the obvious ones)
When people contradict him
Potions
His father
Being laughed at
Lame jokes
Serious relationships
Crowded rooms
As everyone else:
Dueling
Charming, when he wants to be
Stamina
Knows when to be serious
Loyal
Athletic
In a world that knows only hate:
Drinking
Smoking
Pride
Awful temper
Commitment/trust issues
Bad loser
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He is claustrophobic (not severely, but still...)
He actually cares more about people's opinions, than he lets them think.
When he was little he would sometimes sneak into his oldest sister's room, when no one was home, and play with her dolls.

They left me to die:
Pure-Blood, except for a few distant cousins, whom no one is allowed to talk to anymore.
On a bed of roses:
Pure-blood all the way, as well. All of them are strong supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but not followers, because they like to stay on the right side of the law.
Blood seeping through:
His mother had an affair with a half-blood wizard when Adrian was five. Her father found out because she got pregnant. He decided not to divorce her because of the thought of all the embarrassment he would have to deal with when people found out. So he demanded she had an abortion and that they should never speak of it again.
The satin sheets of fame:
Wealthy
What a bitter story of love:

Adrian is his parents' first child, and the only son they ever had. Both of his parents were well in their thirties when they decided it was time to start having children. His father, Chandler Nott, never really wanted to have kids, but he did want someone to carry on his name and good reputation, so this must have seemed like the only way. His mother, however, Morgana Nott, always had wanted children, and so ended up being the one, who spent the most time with them. She loved them and took care of them, while their father brought in the money.

So, when Adrian was born they were both very happy. His father had made it very clear that he only wanted a son, because girls would be of no use to him. They settled on naming him Laszlo Adrian Nott; Laszlo after Morgana's father, and Adrian was Chandler's middle name. When he was a baby, Adrian was loved by his entire family. There hadn't been a baby in a while, so had everyone's attention wherever they went. His father didn't mind, surprisingly. He liked showing off his son, telling everyone about what a great wizard he was going to be, and how he was going to work in the Ministry, just like his father.

But it turned out that Adrian was only going to get a year of all of this; a year he can't even remember, because he was so young. His sister was born when he was about a year and three months old. Morgana was very worried when they found out that it was a girl, but Chandler loved her more than anything the second he got to hold her in his arms for the first time. And she was beautiful! Adrian had learned how to walk, and his "cute stage" was pretty much over, so from then on his sister got all of the attention, always. But as far as Adrian knows, that's the way it always was. And things didn't get better for him once his second sister was born a year later.

As he got older, his father started demanding more and more of him. By the time he was five, Chandler bought him a wand and began teaching him simple spells. At first it was okay if he messed up, but if he hadn't learned it after a few tries he would get punished. It started with simple punishments like not being allowed to have dessert, but after a while he'd go up to four days without getting anything to eat at all or leaving his room. But the worst was if he ever didn't learn a protective spell in time, because his father would use hexes and quite painful jinxes to check. He wasn't punished like that until he was around ten, but from then on there was pretty much no mercy.

His sisters never had to go through any of this. Chandler adored both of them, and just wanted them to be happy. He did want them to be ready for school and to do well, so he'd teach them spells and other necessary things as well, but he was patient with them. Oddly enough, Adrian never resented his sisters for any of this, nor did he blame them. He loved and protected them from the day they were born. Before he went to Hogwarts he only blamed himself for the way he was being treated. He admired his father, and wanted to live up to his expectations, but no matter how hard he tried, it just was not enough... ever.

Chandler was quite pleased when Adrian went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin. It made him think that there might be some potential in that boy after all. But things were about to change for Adrian. Other than his sisters and cousins, Adrian had never really had many friends as a child; his family lived in a secluded place covered with anti-muggle jinxes, so there really wasn't anyone for him to socialize with other than his family. But, obviously, when he went to Hogwarts, he was surrounded by other kids his age. When he first got there he was quite shy, and didn't really know how to interact with strangers, but by the time he reached his second year that had all disappeared.

Adrian received good grades in most of his classes, especially in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Of course, the only grade his father noticed was the constant A in Potions. But by the age of twelve Adrian had realized that his whole life should not be about pleasing his father. However, he was still determined to win his approval, just to prove him wrong. This went on until he was around 15, which was when he just stopped caring about anything. During his 5th year his father finally decided that there was absolutely no hope for his son, and so he would let one of Adrian's cousins inherit what was supposed to be his share of the family money and heirlooms. He also said that he wanted nothing to do with him from now on, and that he would appreciate it if he changed his last name to his mother's maiden name.

After this Adrian stayed at Hogwarts as much as he could; he spent that summer with his mother's parents. He started smoking and drinking, which was a serious blow to his Quidditch skills, and so he was suspended until his sixth year, where they might give him another chance. He stopped talking to his friends, preferring to be alone most of the time. This went on for about a year, but then something happened; it turned out his cousin wasn't as perfect as his father had thought, after all. He was now engaged to a muggle, and there was no way Chandler would ever be able to deal with that. So he had no other choice but to take his son back.

And for some odd reason, Adrian still cared about what his father thought of him. He began studying again, and was let back on the Quidditch team. He didn't quit smoking or drinking, but he cut back on it, and worked out twice as much as before. After this he realized that he was getting much more attention from the opposite gender than before. Adrian had had 2 girlfriends, but neither one had lasted more than three months. Now he saw an opportunity. If females liked his body, he had no problem with letting them have it... for a night or two.

Now he's in his last year at Hogwarts. Girls love him, his father still despises him, and he's is trying to win back the friends he had before. He actually does want to get a job in the ministry once he's out of Hogwarts, but first he has to get through his N.E.W.T's. Who knows what's going to happen?

It was late on a Thursday, around 11pm. And it was winter. Snow had covered the grounds, but it wasn't cold enough for the lake to freeze; at least, not yet. Tiny snowflakes were falling slowly towards the ground. Everything was completely silent, no one wanted to be outside this late when it was this cold. Most students were probably sitting in their common room, talking to their friends, having a good time, the fireplace keeping them warm. It seemed that the animals that lived on the grounds felt the same way as the students, because there were none to be seen or heard.

Adrian wasn't cold anymore. He had been running for around 15 minutes, and was not about to stop yet. Breathing hurt slightly because of the low temperature, but he didn't care; he needed this right now. Running was pretty much the only thing that could calm his mind, especially after the letter he had received today. It wasn't as if he could talk to anyone about it, no one would understand. Besides, he despised telling people about what was going on in his mind. People hardly ever really cared; the only reason they wanted to know about other's problems was out of curiosity... and maybe it made them feel better about their own miserable lives. Well, he wasn't planning on giving anyone that satisfaction.

He wasn't running as fast as he usually did when he was this angry. The ground didn't look very safe, and it had rained earlier that day, so he suspected there was lots of ice just below the snow. His favourite place to run was alongside the lake, which is where he'd decided to go this time. Tonight was perfect, no one to bother him. He knew that he probably wasn't supposed to be out here in the darkness, but he really didn't care if a professor caught him. His father had assured him plenty of times that there was no reason for him to fear everything (and everyone) the school was trying to protect them from, and what was the worst a professor could do to him for this? Give him detentions? Wow, how terrible.

Once again you've managed to show me just how useless you are, Laszlo. I honestly didn't think that was possible, but after all this time I should have known better. Adrian quickened his pace a bit, gritting his teeth. He was trying so hard not to remember certain parts of that letter, but they just kept creeping into his mind. They were only a few months into the school year and his father was already unhappy. So far they had written three essays for Potions, and he'd received an A on all of them, but he really had tried as hard as he could! It just was not his subject. Of course, that wasn't good enough for Chandler Nott. Again, you leave me no choice but to teach you myself when you come home for Christmas, and the same goes for your summer. It's obvious you can't do anything without my help.

This was the third year in a row his father was going to make him spend hours with a cauldron every single day, when he was supposed to be out with his friends and enjoying his time away from school. His sisters never had to deal with any of this, because they were girls, and Adrian was his parents' only son. He knew that his father gritted his teeth every time he heard his son's name, because Adrian was nothing but a disappointment to him. At this point, Adrian was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice he had started running down a hill. Not paying attention to where he was stepping or slowing down at all, his right foot landed on a particularly slippery spot, causing him to instantly lose his balance. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back. Cursing way too loudly, he sat up and buried his face in his hands. This was just great!

[.going down in flames.]