Name: Blanchefleur Coco Pettet -- probably one of the longest and most difficult first names to pronounce, but that's only to those whom have never spoken a word of French. Her parents had no rhyme or reason behind her first name, it means white flower or fair flower. And Coco is after some muggle fashion designer who was from France. And Pettet is a variant of Petit, which is French for small. It's all French, she's all French, everything about her family is French.
House: Ravenclaw
Physical Appearance: Blanchefleur has always been puzzled as to why people are so obsessed with eye color and eye makeup. She finds her eyes are nothing special; a dull gray color that seem similar to the color of the english channel. She has good vision, if that counts for anything. Her hair? Well, it looks nothing like the rest of the Pattet's, whom are all blonde, color wise. It's a dark brown color, and it's quite shiny. Jacinthe used to style it and thinks it looks best breast length with side bangs. Mostly it's straight due to beauty spells that my Mother used on her as a child. She has become so accustomed to the way she used to look that she has not strayed from it in years. She uses the ones that last for months because it's less of a hassle that way. But, when they wear off, her hair is incredibly curly, kind of like a little doll. It used to always be kept natural when I was younger, but now I am being 'groomed' to look more 'ladylike', whatever the f**k that means. She has dainty, almost elfish features; thin face, a pointed chin, prominent cheek bones, and a pointy nose. Only a few inches above the normal height for a girl of seventeen, Blanchefleur stands at five foot seven inches. Everyone in her family has always asked what she does to make herself so tall, most of them think she should be short like the rest of the women in the Pettet brood. She is a very petit girl, has no curves, and is practically too thin for almost everyones' liking. Blanchefleur wears her school uniform and any clothes that she deems comfortable; it really depends on the occasion and her mood. But what is most distinguishing about the girl? Her ears that are like that of a fucking elephant. Also, her eyes are rather large, like a fish out of water or something. Oh, she's quite elfish, too.

So, part elephant, part dead fish, and part elf... cute, huh?
Personality: [
The old analogy in comparing how boys and girls are so different. They described the female persona as one who kind of loops everything together and needs to have everything connected in their brain, while boys are polar opposites and just stuff things away and save it for later. There are a few exceptions to this age-old standard, but honestly, what girl doesn't want to talk about their feelings? Blanchefleur Coco Pettet. Who doesn't want to show emotions that might make them seem, human? Blanchefleur Coco Pettet. What girl doesn't want to tell some long-winded story to their gal friends when they are going through a rough patch? Again, Miss Pettet, whom is more like a boy when it comes to dealing with emotions. She, like waffles, has compartments. She figures that if something is bothering her, she will get over it if she forgets about it. Blanchefleur doesn't like people being in her business, she doesn't like meddlers, nor does she like to meddle herself. She believes that if someone has something to share, it is his or her choice to share it. Like any person, she likes to get to know others and tell bits and pieces about herself, but this girl is abnormally closed up. Even all five of her siblings barely know a damn thing about the girl. Of course, nobody but her mother has caught a glimpse in her since she came to Hogwarts (her siblings decided to go to Beauxbatons and to live with their parents, unlike Blanchefleur, who lives with her grandfather), but that doesn't mean that she couldn't have kept in touch with them. As a little girl, she used to be so loving and bright, but it seems that her compartments have deepened and multiplied, causing her light to dim. But why, one might ask. Well, as a child, she had always been quiet. She didn't speak her first word until age three, not because she couldn't speak or understand words, simply because she didn't feel like anyone would be listening anyhow. Her immediate family is rather large. She is one of the middle children, along with Eustache, and often felt a bit... different as a child. She didn't want to be with her brothers and sisters because she was scared of being teased or made fun of like she witnessed her two younger brothers, Serge and Maximilien, endure throughout their childhood. Basically, Blanchefleur never saw the point in sibling rivalry, or in any type of conflict for that matter. And though she does not participate in much conflict, she is not a peacemaker, either. In fact, Blanchefleur has been known to laugh in the face of others when they have confronted her or asked her advice on a conflict they were personally dealing with. Is she rude? Not really. Is she a bit selfish? Again, no. She simply does not like to get too involved with the affairs of others or even the being itself, for that matter.

CAT AND MOUSE

She will probably be starving and living on the streets when she gets out of school, literally, for a few reasons. First of all, she has never been one for hard work and is barely getting by at school, therefore she will most likely land a shitty job at the Ministry. Secondly, she drives herself mental when she is comfortable, safe. The girl must always be in danger, it seems, or she is dissatisfied. When she gets too comfortable in one place, she moves. When she is finally happy with a partner, she leaves. When she finally feels like she is right where she should be, she runs away. Why? Because she's scared. Scared of people getting to know her or of becoming routine for some people. How long will she stay in England upon graduation? Probably for not much longer, the lad down the lane from her home seems to go on too many 'coffee runs', in which she is always invited, for her liking. Having a commitment issue would be an understatement for Blanchefleur. She is not only fearful of commitment in a relationship, she is afraid to commit to herself. Give and take. Blanchefleur hates that simple concept. And the fact that it seems to be a repeating pattern in her life has turned her into a waffle, a runaway waffle. So, give and take. But which has turned this brunette into a closed book? Take. Well, give has had its fair share in her life, but take has what turned her a bit cold. What did the fates take from her, exactly? Her childhood. At the age of nine, Blanchefleur was just like any other child. She was the oldest daughter in the house, Chantal and Laurentin were out at school and Eustache was almost never seen except for at supper, when her mother got pregnant again. The doctors had said it was a girl, which made Blanchefleur almost bubble over with excitement at the thought of finally having a younger sister. Anyway, things went fine until one night, when Jacinthe was seven months pregnant. Blanchefleur had been in her room, thumbing through Witch Weekly, when she heard her Mother come upstairs. Jacinthe came into Blanchefelur's room and they began arguing, and though she can't remember what the argument was about, it resulted with Blanchefleur pushing her mother, Jacinthe falling down the stairs, and ended up miscarrying; technically turning Blanchefleur into a murderer. And though her parents insisted that it wasn't her fault, she knew they wanted her to leave. Take. She spent the next three years in and out of psychology offices being poked, prodded, questioned, and reduced to a single word: bipolar. And then came the medication that made her feel gray and fuzzy, never normal. And her brothers and sister always teased, 'you're just as good as a common muggle', they'd say. She hated it. And soon enough, she grew to hate them. Take. So she spent days alone in her room, reading, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying to reach the bright white area of happiness. Take. And then came the time for schooling, when her parents insisted that she should go to Beauxbatons like her siblings, even though Blanchefleur felt like the walls of her life were closing in around her. Take. So she moved in with her grandfather, who travels and never stays at home... and couldn't give a damn about Blanchefleur or what she does.

GIRL, STOP LOOKIN' AT DEM LEAVES!

Blanchefleur is highly intelligent; however, she isn’t a know-it-all. In fact, she doesn’t know much about anything that wasn’t taught to her in school. She’s bilingual and is working on mastering another language, Italian, so she can travel to the Italy for a summer. She picks up on things easily and has a quick mastery of new topics and concepts. She reads more than a librarian does, but they are mostly fiction books. Being so quite, Blanchefleur had a lot of time to spend with herself, most of which she spent reading. She feels as though, at times, she can relate better to the characters in her books than she can to anyone in real life. This is mostly because she can learn every detail about the character, but they not need to know a single thing about her – a one sided relationship, obviously, but it makes her feel content at most times. Her vocabulary is also rather large due to the amount of time she has spent reading the works of eloquent authors throughout her life. At times, Blanchefleur finds herself speaking like the people who write her books: using complex sentences, explaining things in too much detail, etc. And though she speaks as if she were reading aloud from a book, the shock appeal of profanity is just too good for her to resist. The look on people’s faces when they see such a quiet, pretty, intelligent girl using swears like she just climbed off a shrimp boat is unbearably funny to her. Swearing is Blanchfleur’s way of brightening her own day by offending others – it is her way of making others angry the way they all anger her, by simply being there and being themselves. She kind of has an ironic – though it has seldom been described as anything other than sick – sense of humor. It kind of runs in her family, to be honest. Blanchefleur has a great appreciation of all things beautiful, including nature. Wait, did I say including nature? I meant especially nature. Pretty much, the brunette could sit outside for hours, not saying a word or even moving, and feel perfectly content. When she is surrounded by nature, she feels at peace, like she could just jump up and escape the earth. At school, immature bastards like to call her nature girl and other dumb things of the like. She feels at ease when surrounded by foliage and other things of the like because if she wants to talk about something, she can talk out loud and they will listen, but most importantly, they are completely unbiased. So, does the girl talk to trees? Well, yes. Got a problem with it?
Character Background: An arranged marriage. This was just bound to go well, yes? Well, I guess it isn’t too abnormal around purebloods, anyway, but the French – magical or not – are absolutely bonkers about these types of things. So Augustin and Jacinthe tied the knot at the ripe age of nineteen. Both had come from prominent families, the wedding was spectacular. They were then granted the Pettet manor in Croix, which had belonged to Augustin’s grandfather. There, the childbearing began. First, Jacinthe popped out Laurentin and less than three months later she was pregnant again. And about a year later, Chantal came busting out of the womb. There really isn't much to say much about these events because Blanchefleur was not yet born, but it is probably a good thing that she had not been, young parents seem to be a bit foolish and may not have known how to deal with such a... unique child. Jacinthe waited three years later before giving birth to Eustache – Blanchefleur assumes that she waited until all of her baby fat had subsided. And then a year later, Blanchefleur was born, by no coincidence. It seemed then that the woman could not contain herself and in consecutive years later, her two brothers Serge and Maximilien were born. After this, she was pregnant again some years later, but, well… we all know how well that went. Yeah, Blanchefleur still feels bad about it, okay? But yes, that’s the story of her parents and the birth of her family. Now, as Blanchefleur would say, 'I guess we have to talk about me now, lovely.'

As a child, she was quiet. It’s not that she had nothing to say or that Blanchefleur was too dumb to say anything, she just didn’t deem my thoughts to be substantial or beneficial to anyone else. I guess it really isn’t fair to judge her as a child because she had no clue what it was like to be in the real world and how could she? Every child is shrouded and protected by their parents. Especially hers. Well, it was more so her brother whom kept an eye on me most of the time, but anywho, Blanchefleur was not a cool kid, at all. She was a brat in my own way, by scowling and pouting when she did not get my way. Blanchefleur had never been one for temper tantrums, it was just too uncharacteristic of her. She did always seemed to have major mood swings though, scarily so. And it wasn’t until the huge blow up at age nine when her parents finally realized that she wasn’t just being a kid, she was being abnormal. So, off to the shrink she went.

To be more specific, Blanchefleur was sent to this damnable institution where they prodded her with needles, tested blood, did scans of her brain, asked thousands of questions, and put her through several activities to see how she reacted. After that large ordeal, Blanchefleur was drugged heavily and kept there for a week to see if any ‘improvements’ would occur. It was the worst fucking week of her entire life. After that, she was sent to Dr. McCoy, whom ended up being her psychologist for the next two years until he died. After this event, she cried for three nights straight. Sad to say, he was her best friend growing up, even though she knew not a damn thing about him other than he was recently divorced and he had a dog – in some ways, that’s all the girl needed to know about him. It was nice to have somebody to listen. At times, she still miss him. It wasn’t fair that he got taken away. Sure, he was getting old, but he had at least twenty more years in him.

After his death, Blanchefleur refused to see another therapist, the thought of it made her feel whorish – like she would be cheating on him or mocking his memory by going to someone else. And by that time, Blanchefleur was so sick of everything that if she didn't get the hell away from it all, she was going to go crazy. Every relative in France was contacted, but after hearing of the events that had recently played out, none were willing to take her in. As a last resort, Augustin's father, whom the family had not heard from in years, was contacted. He agreed to let the girl stay while she went to school. Zip, bam, zoom; to England she went. So off she went, medicated to the point that she was no longer participating in life, merely watching, to school. Beauxbaton’s was nice, but after a while, she decided that Hogwarts was the a good choice, the right choice. Her first six years went by quietly, uneventful, with practically nobody noticing the quiet French girl in the back of all their classes. But she kind of liked it that way.

And, believe it or not, Blanchefleur thinks that she might be starting to feel… normal.
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