The most common error made by each and every person Tallulah has ever met, has been the mistaking of her cute and adorable exterior to match her interior. She has the fair complexion of the Desrosiers - light blonde hair and bright blue eyes - as well as something of their facial structure -harsh, protruding eyebrow line, wide forehead and the full lips of almost all family members - but the shape of her face, her nose and the proportions of her features are of a lot softer nature. They make for an odd visage, but pleasing to the eyes nonetheless, and most certainly cute.

She is rather tall, and devoid of any womanly shapes (for now, but she'd be perfectly fine if they never showed up, thank you kindly), but there's a pretty aesthetic to her proportions. And that's where all manners of cuteness disappear. There is not a single girly bone inside her body, and tomboy seems a mild word in respect to the way she carries herself. She is brash, rude and loud and offends the delicate sensibilities of even the most nonplussed sort of people. Her inside voice is her outside voice, and she never fails to extensively demonstrate the vast amount of curses and swears she has learned over the years.

Clothes are a necessary evil in her life, and seeing her out of well-worn jeans and a t-shirt four sizes too big that might've belonged to a homeless person at some point, is a miraculous sort of event, indeed. She's a slob, and her clothes say it. She has declared nuclear war on all things dressy, frilly and lacey when she was five and staged a naked protest in the middle of her kindergarten. She hasn't worn a dress since.

She is aware of her cute face, and makes heavy use of a quivering lower lip and bright, wide open blue eyes if the situation ever gets so drastic. But she doesn't understand the concept of dressing herself up for someone or making nice, for one reason or the other.

Tallulah is a special child... The sort of special you say about a kid for whose future you fear and whose past you can't help wonder about. Most of all, perhaps, she's rash, diving head in into absolutely everything, from her words to her choices and her... meals. She's also quite brash, but it stems out of a sort of naivety that would be endearing, if it weren't so incredibly obnoxious.

Her general rudeness and insensitivity can be blamed on her complete lack of shame and general disregard for rules of any sort, whether written or unwritten. Especially those written, however, Tallulah holds a special place in hell for all matters studying and school. Life is learned by doing, not by reading is something her mother would always say. Then again, given her mother's whole deal, perhaps she shouldn't be taking life advice from her. With no grandiose ambitions and just in for the ride, as well as a penchant for pushing buttons to the extreme, she is a nightmare for professors and adults in general.

It was her mother's lifestyle and the general dysfunction of their family of two, that made Tallulah wary of nice, sparkly things, girly stuff and men. Although growing into a young woman and supposedly being at the age where she should fall in love and date around, Tallulah has apparently not received that memo yet. She is oblivious of all things romance and wold much rather make a scrapbook of the perfect Quidditch match than her dream wedding.

That doesn't, however mean she is oblivious to other intimate things. Her crassness and constant innuendos -which are frankly explicit enough to no longer be considered such - speak for themselves. It's because of her apparent uncaring manner to anyone and everything that she doesn't necessarily make her friends easily. But she's a very open person, and quite friendly, if you can put up with her antics.

In 1994 Roland Desrosiers was overseeing the opening of the London branch of Desrosiers Entreprises Famniliales. His secretary at the time, Annabelle Jones was a pretty but very simple sort of girl. One thing led to another and another and another... and finally to the unfortunately named baby girl - after one great great aunt and some other mothballed aunt - that her mother lovingly called her Lulah. Roland Desrosiers, however, was a married man, and Annabelle barely got to rejoice in her new-found reason for riches and luxury, when the new father packed his toys and left, without even seeing the child. There were many tears and a bout of depression for Annabelle, until the first check arrived, signed simply: R.D.

You see, Annabelle was the sort of woman that liked new shiny things and pretty dresses. She'd long come to terms with the fact that she was just a pretty girl with not much else going on for her, but she'd always hoped to marry rich. She'd thought her plan brilliant at the time, seducing the rich president of a French company. But with a newborn and a measly alimony, she didn't think her plan quite so brilliant anymore. It took her a while, but she accepted her fate and the idea of being stuck with a child as a single mother.

It was the fact that the little girl put a severe dent in her plans to find herself a good husband, as well as her limited knowledge on--well, most things, that didn't quite win her the Best Mom of The Year Award. Especially as the girl grew up and turned more and more different than herself. Where she adored pink, frilly skirts, Lulah would throw a fit over them, where she was soft spoken and smiling, Lulah would scream herself raw and bite other children. And adults, as well. The girl was almost... feral.

As Tallulah started to get a grasp on the world around her, it didn't take her long to realize that her family was not like other families. For one, she didn't have a father, even tho her mother never shut up about the mythical handsome, fancy French fellow that had donated half his DNA to her. Secondly, other mothers seemed to be actually involved in their child's life and accept them as they were and even occasionally hug them. The hugs she got, but only in the presence of the new guy her mom was dating that month. She was constantly sullen and aggressively envious as a small child, of other kids and of other adults as well. But it didn't take her long to come to terms with the fact that this was the hand life dealt her and moping over it would bring her no good.

So she stopped caring. She went out and played with the neighborhood kids - always the boys, because they had cars, and the girls always had stupid dolls - explored the slums of London, climbed trees and got into mud fights. And actual fights. It wasn't her fault they were all cowardly ninnies. "I'll make a lady out of you yet, Tallulah Jean!" her mother always said, throwing a hysteric fit, while Tallulah rolled her eyes and made faces when she wasn't looking. Her Hogwarts letter came as a shock to only Tallulah herself. You'd think her mom would've at least mentioned she was going to have to go away for seven years to learn how to use magic right...

The castle was... weird. She was expected to wear a uniform and read and do homework and listen to professors. And there were so many rules! Tallulah was faced with a dilemma. Wear a skirt and wreck her brains over books and wandwork, listen diligently to the staff and make nice with her classmates? Or explore every crevice of the creepy castle, try every Weasley's product, play pranks on her classmates and see how many detentions in one day she could get? Needless to say, Tallulah chose the latter. Hogwarts became so much fun and she came to dread coming home to her mother who seemed to be less and less interested in her only child.

It was on the winter break of her fourth year that she came home to realize her mother had apparently made a new life for herself, completely forgetting about Tallulah. Some strange man opened their front door, and he gave her one look and turned to yell for her mother. "We weren't expecting you" her mother said baffled, and Tallulah replied with a baffled expression of her own.

We? Not expecting her? Where the hell else was she supposed to go? As far as horrifying experiences went, that holiday was her worst. Her mom's new boyfriend was a complete arse and never failed to say just how displeased with her presence he was. So Tallulah did what she did best: pushed his buttons and did everything in her power to make his life miserable. Her mom told her to go stay with a friend until she she returned to school.

She'd never loved the woman, never saw her as a mother, really but that had been cruel even coming from her. With her fourth year drawing to an end, she received a letter. John proposed she said, we're expecting! she said, we think it would be best if you went to stay with your father's family for a while, just a little while she said... She always knew this day was coming, but she had expected to at least be able to get a job and legally rent an apartment by then. So she was being tossed away for strangers to deal with, awesome. Ugh, not to mention they were French.

Core Classes Astronomy Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Herbology History of Magic Potions Transfiguration No

Electives No No Care of Magical Creatures No No

Tallulah is clueless as to why indeed. Apart from her inability to say no to a dare and rashly jump into anything, she doesn't see herself as much of a Gryffindor. But brave... that's debatable. She is certainly brave in the face of her professors. Chivalry is a word she is probably not aware of, as for nerve and a strong will? She supposes she has those. Truth be told she doesn't see herself as much of any of the houses, and thinks the idea of a house system is silly and judgey.


A recently instated member of the Desrosiers family, Tallulah's less delicate upbringing means that she shares none of their interest in manners - or even in civility. Loud, brash, and a tomboy to the core, Tallulah will burn any girly thing in sight and make the most open-minded of people gasp in horrified shock. Anyone trying to change her can piss off. But for those who can accept her as she is, Tallulah isn't a bad friend - she just hasn't mastered the concept of an inside voice yet. Or shame, for that matter.