once again, unlike her sister, daphne is courageous and outspoken. she's very stuck on herself and sees all who have less than pureblood a problem. she loves being out in a crowd and socializing with the higher class. she's very loyal to those she feels fit and gives them her attention. daphne likes the sense of power and clings to it in a room. an attention grabber, you could say."

daphne and astoria were brought up to be silent girls, very old fashioned and told to play a role in a household. though it worked on one daughter, for daphne, it did not. she rebelled and continued to be outspoken and headstrong. though it ended her into some harsh punishments, daphne's loud spirit just wasn't broken.

outspoken, headstrong, stuck up, social

likes; men, having an opinion, music, helping out, animals, sweets.

dislikes; men who want to put daph in her place, worms, people with impure blood, being confused.

daphne has long blond hair that reaches past her delicate shoulders and dark honey hazel eyes that are her 'people attractors.' she has a very confident look to her, for she carries her head up, seeming to always look down her nose to others. she has nicely refined cheekbones that she's rather proud of. though daph may walk around looking stuck up, she usually always has a smile on her face.

though daphne is slender, she's got an athletic build but has just the right amount of curves. she wasn't born with her mother's small, bony frame and is rather glad of it. she stands at no more than 5'8 and weighs no more than 130 pounds. her legs are fairly long, and daphne's entire body has muscle tone, but is trying to tone up even more. she likes dressing her body in only the most expensive and glamorous clothing. though, when at home, daphne really down plays her clothes and can even been seen wearing a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt.

blond, bubbly, attractive, confident, fashionista

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[font=georgia]Victoria sat on the cold marble flooring of the large mansion her and her parents had resided in, The Black Manor. Her wand in her hand as she stared off into the nothing. She thought of nothing, yet everything. She could remember exactly when she got this wand, where, and what happened.

"Hurry up, Daddy! Hurry, mother!" Shouted a gleeful young Victoria as she held both of her parents hands and pulled them along to family owned, Ollivander's Wands. Entering Ollivander's was such a happy moment for the family. Their only child finally starting her education on witchcraft.

Ollivander greeted the three with a smile on his face. But his attention was then pulled to the young girl. "Starting Hogwarts, no doubt?" He asked her. And with a false smile, Vicky nodded her head. "I have just the wand!" He said happily and clapped his hands together. He left the three and went along a long self and pulled out a dust rectangular black box. "Heartstring of a Dragon. 12 inches and made of cherry wood." He handed the wand to Victoria, who immediately whipped it about.

And above them, the small chandelier fell onto his already crowded desk. "Defiantly not," He mumbled and took the wand and box from her, and left the family once more. He then came back with another dusty box. Silver this time. He pulled the wand from the case and handed it to her. "Try this one," He said, a hopeful smile on his face.

Vicky once again, whipped it about and in an empty vase popped red roses. And with a smile on his face, Mr. Ollivander held out his hand for the money from Victoria's parents.

Victoria gave a single chuckle. The ironic part of that memory was that this very wand was 11 inches, made of ebony, and had the core of Werewolf fang.

And how this wand never failed her to this day.