Tallulah est née à 23h51 le 27 mai, il y a de cela dix sept années. Comme chaque membres de sa famille, Tallulah est née dans l'hopital magique d’Édimbourg en Ecosse.

Tallulah est issue d'une famille de sang-pur, pas forcément la plus glorieuse mais tout de même d'une des plus vieilles familles de sang-pur d'Ecosse.

Tallulah appartient à la maison de Gryffondor et est en septième et dernière année.

Décrivez-nous votre baguette magique. Combien mesure-t-elle? Dans quel bois est-elle fabriquée? De quoi est-elle composée?

Uniquement pour les élèves à partir de la cinquième année.

Si vous vous retrouviez devant un épouvantard, de quoi prendrait-il la forme? Votre pire crainte en quelque sorte.

A Poudlard, chaque élève pourra se munir d'un animal de compagnie, à vous de nous le décrire.

Histoire de la Magie, D.C.F.M., Potions, il y en a pour tout les goûts, à vous de nous dire quelles sont les matières qui vous passionnent le plus et celles dont vous auriez rêvé de vous en passer.

Vous faites partis du Club d'Echec version sorcier, le club de Bavboules vous compte comme membre, les cartes Chocogrnouilles sont votre Dada, dites-nous tout.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.


Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

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