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<B>NAME:</B> Shashi Devasree Bashir.
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<B>NICKNAMES:</B> When it comes to nicknames, Shashi probably has a few, simply because others find her name a bit of a mouthful. It would not be uncommon to find Shashi referred to by the much easier to say Shi. Though she speaks little of it, she prefers you call her by her name. Such ridiculous nicknames are really just that – ridiculous. Shashima tends to be the most used and the most annoying.
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<B>AGE:</B> Seventeen / Seventh Year
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<B>BLOOD STATUS:</B> Pureblooded - the blood can be traced back into India, where the family originated. If any squibs exist in the family, they are never mentioned. Raised by immigrant social climbers - Shashi and her family have always been on the fringe of the Pureblood Society. Not to mention that she's <i>foregin</i> in their eyes despite being born in London.
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<B>SEXUALITY:</B> Heterosexual
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<B>LOYALTY:</B> Neutral
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<B>PLAYBY:</B> Frieda Pinto
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<B>CANON OR ORIGINAL:</B> Canon
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<b>Any Publicity is Good Publicity</b><br>
<i>“I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me”</i><p>
The world of high society is one that involves great intricacies, and sometimes it involves role playing. And in the world of high society, one knows the role she must play. Shashi is not at all unaware of the role she’s playing – she knows the people she runs with are the ones who are going to matter in the long-run. The Bashir's command power and respect, and perhaps they use force at times, but why is that any different than charming your way out of people? At any rate, being direct is a far better manner, is it not? Shashi knows what people say. She knows they think she’s a bitch (maybe she is), that she’s fake (if they’ll think it, she won’t be able to dissuade them). It’s better than being confused for her boring little brother, at any rate.<p>
If people are talking about you, it just means you’re known. If they keep talking about you, congratulations. You’ve outlived your 15 minutes of fame and are working towards being legendary. Even if they’re talking shit, they’re talking and they’re only adding fuel to the flame, so burn, baby burn, because you’re in it for the long haul.<p>
The point is, Shashi knows she is to hold herself with respect and keep with the right people. Even more importantly, Shashi knows how to keep her mouth shut, even if she doesn’t agree. Society is about belonging and sticking out in all the right ways, and her life has been dedicated to this.
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<b>The End Will Justify the Means</b><Br>
<I>“You’ve got to be Someone to BE Someone.”</i><p>
The Bashirs are a proud family and where Shashi’s littlest brother executes his pride via narcissism and vanity, Shashi channels hers into ambition and drive. In a way, Shashi believes it her duty as her parents’ daughter to continue on their path. They spent so many years working hard to achieve their status, to break into their High Society and to become People Whom Are Known. What good is simply sitting around? She strives for more – for the greatness her parents’ set before her. Shashi likes power and she likes high society. Of course she readily accept any extended invitation – you’d be a fool to turn them down.<p>
Quite simply, Shashi wants to be the best – and she won’t stop until she reaches it. So, if she has to do some amoral things (like hooking up with that Yank or slandering her brother’s name), she’s going to do it, because you can’t reach the top without making a few enemies. Besides, don’t people love the drama? Don’t they like the scandal? She certainly likes to think so. Shashi never did care for the girls who don’t kick ass and take names, anyway. How boring, to live any other way.<p>
Contrary to popular belief, Shashi isn't all just ambition and drive. What remains, even as Shashi has pulled away from her brother, is her sense of fairness, her appreciation for hard work and dedication, her loyalty, and her patience. Her sense of rightness and fairness has, on occasion, come up and even been a source of complication. Unlike most Purebloods, blood purity means little to Shashi, and she thinks everyone deserves a fair chance at their education. Further, she believes in a sense of justification – not that everybody deserves an equal piece of the pie, but that you get back what you put in.<p>
It is these traits that have started to cause a rift in her family. Well, more a rift between her and her family. Her eldest brothers having tried to persuade her to control herself and her words when she should. Her youngest brother is nothing but a nuisance to her. The one that doesn't have any responsibilities because he is the third son and can do what he pleases.
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<b>They Call Her a Good Time Girl</b><br>
<i>“But some say that’s just a code for SLAG.”</i><p>
And whatever they say, Shashi is ignoring it. Or she’s pretending to ignore it. So what if she hooked up with some bloke? He was cute. It’s not like she’s spreading her legs for him around every corner or something, or hooking up with half the school. And even if it was, why should you give a damn in the first place? Don’t let your jealousy taint your pretty, little face. She just wants to have fun, okay? And he certainly didn't seem to have a problem with it. If her girls want to step out and a have a little fun, then she’s not going to stop it. She knows her limits and she steadfastly keeps to them. But if you want to tell your little stories, it’s okay. She tells hers, too.
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<i>A memory</i><p>
”Mum, I do not wish for this,” Shashi protested in a clipped tone. “These… arranged marriages. They are not happy.”<p>
Madhura turned a disapproving frown upon Shashi, who flinched before raising her chin. For a long, deadly silent moment, she studied her daughter.<p>
“Marriage is not for happiness, beti. We will choose for you someone respectable. Someone who shares your heritage and only wants the best for you. You will be well cared for, my bachacha.”<p>
Anger lashed through Shashi, a subtle blade tearing with ease, and her eyes blazed. “I do not want to be taken care of, maa! Please, understand! Times have chan-”<p>
Shashi was unable to finish her thoughts, for her mother wore a mask of anger to match her own, and rose from her chair.<p>
“You will not speak to me that way, beti. Not in this home. You are my child, and we do what is best for you. After all we have done for you, to provide you with this good life, you dare to speak so wrongly to me!”<p>
The raw burn of her constricting throat stung, but Shashi would refuse the tears and sobs. With her mother’s eyes still upon her, she had to remain strong and prove she was worth the words she spoke. In all actuality, there was probably little way out. The arranged marriages would be. This injustice surged in an angry rush in her ears.<p>
“You are a bitter woman!” she yelled in a voice straining with passion. “Bitter and sad! And you wish myself unto this as-”<p>
“Silencio!”<p>
Madhura’s face twisted in terrifying anger, and she spewed forth a flurry of words in her native tongue, which Shashi struggled to follow. Words like ‘ungrateful’, ‘unruly’, ‘this child’, and ‘no shame’ were audible. But this was not true! Shashi felt the shame in the rolling nausea in her stomach and the scorching red on her face. Her gratitude was bountiless! Her mother was simply too blinded by her own bitter agony to understand.
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I'm Ashlie, or Ash. nice to meet all of you! I'm twenty three, almost twenty four. Have been obsessed with harry potter since it started way back when as I'm sure all of you are too! I live in texas! Ye haw. That's about all I'mma put right now.
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Maataa would be pleased, reasoned Shashi, with the congenial nature of her relationship with Sirius. She herself was simply delighted – sometimes she wondered if Sirius got on so well with her because of Antonin – speaking of whom… He was always barging in like that. Were he most anyone else, she suspected Sirius might have responded otherwise. As he made his way to them, Shashi flashed a large, toothy grin for the Dolohov boy. Of all the pureblood boys, he was amongst her favorites. Her greeting came in the form of a smile and a nod – Sirius, after all, was busy explaining to her the matters of this knight.<p>
Not that there was a chance. Nearly huffing with impatience (a trait hard to stomp out even now), she turned to the intruder only to find a stranger. Dark brows dropped in obvious scrutiny and when Sirius glanced at her, she nearly shook her head. She certainly did not know this intruder! And what a rude one, too. She had such audacity! Shashi snuck a peek at Antoin and lifted her brows before returning her attention to the new creature, and a smirk formed at Sirius’s words. What sort of mindless goblin neglected to introduce herself to Sirius Black? Never the less, she bowed her head and went into a half-curtsey – just a small dip – when Sirius gallantly introduced her.<p>
But it was interruption after interruption as now Savita made her way to them. Regardless, Shashi’s face lit up at the sight of her twin. It’d taken her quite long enough to make her escape! Though what her silly other half was on about (princesses?) she had not the faintest idea of – Sirius seemed to know, though. Whatever one was, she and Savvy apparently were one!<p>
“Shh,” she urged her twin, nudging her gently. “Sirius is telling us about the knight and the princesses and the monsters.” Reaching, she found and gripped her sister’s hand.<p>
Everyone kept showing up and she only wanted Sirius to tell her more about the knight and the princess and at least she liked Gwenog. Gwenog was lovely. Gwenog was fun. Shashi could not quite agree with the Jones girl, though. Anyone who wanted to search for the monster ought to be considered brave!<p>
She had come quite close to demanding the identity of the other girl (how very unproper would that have been!) but Sirius had, quite fortunately, beat her to it. Instead, she watched silently as Sirius inquired about her and trained her eyes on Antonin’s face for a moment. Squeezing her twin’s hand again, she turned to the other girl no so much with curiosity as with guarded wariness.<p>
“Are you a pureblood?” she inquired, lifting her chin, despite her small stature and the thick accent in her voice. “I have never seen you before.” And this creature did not possess very fine manners, either! Shashi could not imagine anyone less than pureblooded at the Black Estate, but suppose somebody had a pet? Antonin was always referring to Peakes as her halfblooded pet. She cast a sideways glance at Wilkes. Did she belong to Wilkes? “This is my sister, Savita Patil. And she there is Gwenog Jones. And with Antonin is Nathaniel Wilkes. But maybe you know him?” Shashi was careful to include last names, as was customary of a proper introduction, but it was possible the pet was badly educated. She knew she ought to say “It is a pleasure to meet you, Kestrel” (for she would not dare call her by such a silly and familiar name as Kessie) but she was too unimpressed at this point to say any such polite thing.<p>
Instead, she desperately wished Hestia was around already. Hestia always knew the right blunt thing to say, and got away with much of it often.<p>
(to clear this sample up for you. It's a thread based in the past, before all shit hit the fan and Hogwarts was introduced to them. all the baby purebloods. :3)
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