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tessa nicole abbott

PERSONALITY

Boggart: A dementor. There is a huge difference between committing petty crimes and doing enough to land yourself a dementor's kiss, and Tess fears that most of all.
Mirror of Erised: Herself and her daughter Hannah, happy and healthy together. They don't need anyone else, just the two of them, having a happy life filled with fun and laughter.
Patronus: Raccoon - Tess' patronus would take the form of a mischievous raccoon, the memory used to conjure it not a memory at all, but the excitement and huge rush she gets at the thought that her baby will be born in six weeks time.

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Independent would be the current key word to describe Tessa. She is the epitome of someone who doesn't need anyone to survive in the world. And even on days where she feels like that might not be true, days when she struggles with that rare feeling of loneliness, she never shows it, and she carries on as though nothing is wrong. She's a fighter, with the heart of a warrior and the mind of a trickster, and she always knows how to survive, no matter what life throws at her. She survived life after school on her own, and moved out of home at the tender age of nineteen to go it alone and have her freedom. To be honest, she felt like she wasn't welcome at home any more after her school reputation "let them down badly", but in true Tess form, she didn't let it show, and she made it seem like it was her choice to leave, rather than her parents pushing her out. It was her choice. She would have no one believe anything different.

Tessa has a huge capacity for love. She does silly things for silly people, who only go and hurt her anyway. She has this guarded attitude to anyone trying to pry into her world, but if she finds someone intriguing, if she finds someone she clicks with on some level, she will be a fool for them eventually, even if they're scum. She finds it easy to get sucked into the wrong crowd, because they offer her all of the right feelings. The rush, the thrill, the feeling of saying "fuck you" to everyone who ever tried to typecast her or tell her who or how she should be. She grew out of that a bit recently, and maturity it creeping into her bones since she hit thirty and found herself pregnant. She hasn't lost her spark, her fearless fire that pushes her to be reckless and rash and bite when she should submit, but she has a bigger purpose now, and that's all that matters to her.

She's a quick thinker, and has a fast tongue that is adept at getting her out of tricky situations. She's the girl who punches you in the face when you didn't even know she was there, but you're being an arse in her bar, so you can't really complain. She's the girl who can talk to anyone, and who people actually like to talk to because she's so there in the moment. She listens like you're the most interesting person in the room, and she remembers, she remembers everything. You think it's because she's just that kind of caring person, but really she just knows it's wise to hold on to as much information as you can about everybody you meet. You never know when you might need it to either help them or hurt them. She's savvy and sassy, observant, yet can hold the attention of a crowd if need be. She will drink you under the table and walk home in a straight line, and she will hold your hair back while you puke, lend you clothes if you spill beer on yours, laugh with you until five in the morning, steal the lipstick you've had your eye on in Madam Pimpernelles, listen to your problems, and hold her wand to your head if you cross her.

She doesn't need anybody. She doesn't. Just watch her go. She's doing just fine.

HISTORY

Mother: Violet Abbott nee Hookum, 63, pureblood, Hufflepuff, Alumni, magical florist.
Father: Quincy Abbott, 65 years old, pureblood, Hufflepuff Alumni, former Leaky Cauldron Landlord, retired.
Siblings: Rufus Abbott, 37 years old, pureblood, Hufflepuff Alumni, brother.
Brielle Abbott, 27 years old, pureblood, Hufflepuff Alumni, sister.
Partners: None
Others: Hannah Abbott, infant daughter, born 14th September 1979.
Humphrey Abbott, 5 years old, Boreal Owl.
Morgana Abbott, 3 years old, Bernese Mountain dog.

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So, Miss Abbott, you have quite the history. Shall we start at the beginning?

"There's not really much to tell, my childhood was boring, average. I had happy parents, and a brother and sister who could do no wrong. I didn't become the dreaded middle child until my teens, so there was no excitement until then."

So you had a normal upbringing. That must have been nice?

"It was. Are you getting at something? I feel like you're looking for clues as to what tipped me over the edge. You won't find any. I was happy. Normal."

I'm sorry, Miss Abbott, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Please, call me Tess. Miss Abbott is my eighty year old great auntie who never married and owns five turtles."

Okay, then. Tess. What happened when you went to Hogwarts?

"I was sorted into Hufflepuff. I guess they didn't know where to put me. I always thought Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but nope. That hat is full of surprises, and bullshit. I don't know how I landed in the basement, but I did. I think I destroyed the Hufflepuff reputation for being good and wholesome."

Were you not good and wholesome?

"More like rebellious and dangerous. I turned thirteen and developed this attitude. Maybe it was because I was expected to be a sweet little pushover of a badger that I went down the road I did. I've never really looked to blame it on anything, it happened, so what? But I didn't like it. I didn't like people assuming I was this soft, delicate little flower with no brains or guts. So I started to prove them wrong. Granted I went about it in a completely fucked up manner, but nobody called me sweet and boring after I'd lifted sweets from Honeydukes, or snuck alcohol into the castle and turned up drunk to Potions. I mean, it was fun at the time, I can't really say I regret it all that much."

You mention stealing sweets there. I can't help but notice that you have quite the criminal record...

"Would you really say it's that impressive in times like this, when people are murdering each other? I'm hardly in the same league. Yes, I've been in trouble with the law. I've been arrested by muggle police more than a few times, and by the MLE a few times more than that, but honestly, the worst thing I've done is steal a car. What can I say, impulse takes hold of me sometimes. I've been good for the best part of five years, though, I'm not a kid anymore, you know?"

It says here in my notes that Hit Wizards were called to a clothing shop just six months ago...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute. That was a complete misunderstanding! I was trying clothes on in the changing room, and I forgot I'd tried on a belt and walked out the door. I was as shocked as the shop assistants were to find it still fastened around my waist. I forgot I'd had it on. I gave it back. There was no trouble there."

I see...

"Yeah. You see. Keep seeing, mister."

What's that...?

"Look, just ask me about something different, okay? I'm fed up talking about my past. I'm a different person now."

But how do your family feel about that time in your life? Your parents?

"They're not my biggest fan. We had no beef until I left school and carried on being "naughty". They disapprove. Completely. I mean, my brother and sister aren't so bad these days, Bree might go so far as to say she even likes me. I don't see my parents much, though. They don't forget easily."

That's a shame. And not just for you.

"Yeah, it's a huge shame. It's life, though. I won't beg for forgiveness. I think changing my ways is enough effort on my part. I never hurt them directly. It wasn't their car I stole. It wasn't their house I set fire to. (That was probably worse than the car stealing, to be fair, wasn't it.) They can either get over their disappointment in me, and accept the person I am now, or they can miss out. I got a Christmas card last year, that was an improvement. And I guess they can't hate me that much to dump my new job on me a year ago."

Well you own a pub now, and a very popular one at that.

"Yeah, the Leaky has been in my family for generations. It was supposed to go to my brother Rufus, since he's the eldest, but he didn't want it, and my parents thought it might calm me down. Plus I can handle drunks and dickheads without breaking a sweat. Or maybe they think I belong with drunks and dickheads. I don't know. Either way, I run a pub. It's fun. You hear a lot of interesting stories. It keeps me on my toes."

Well surely you should be resting in your condition.

"Oh, now you're concerned. Of course."

What? I...

"I'm pregnant, not crippled. I'll rest when I'm dead."

And who is the lucky father?

"None of your business, that's who."

None of my business, or you don't know?

"I do know, and I'll knock your head off if you don't stop being an arsehole. I know who the father is, okay? We're not together, he's not a part of my life right now. It's all good. Next question."

Well, I don't really have any...

"Perfect. I can go and get drunk."

I hope you're...

"Joking. Duh."

*gets up with great difficulty and waddles from the room, leaving the reporter stunned*

OOC

Play By: Evangeline Lilly
Your Alias: Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she.
Age: A billion and two.
Other Characters: All the crazies!
Where did you find us: In the gooey center of a marshmallow cloud!