Cordelia's my name, Cordelia Veller. About two people seem to find it bloody amusing to combine my first and last name to get Della and call me that, so I suppose that's a nickname of mine. 4th year Hufflepuff. I'm not that fond of people, because they're freakin' morons for the most part, but I do like my best friend Marlene and some of her mates. I don't fucking dye my hair, and yes, I am a bloody girl. As for why I'm in Hogwarts despite my attitude towards magic:
Regulus Black: If you don't like magic then, Cordelia, what in merlin's arse are you doing here?
Cordelia, that is me: What I am doing here? Ooh, let's try to think a bit, shall we, Black? I expect you to understand, your parents are the same rotten sort as mine are. They thrive from the existance of magic, don't they? Could never live without spells and house-elves, could they? They bloody well couldn't. And think, just think, just imagine, that they had a daughter - or in your case, son - who thought magic despiceful. What would your sodding parents have done? Happily sent you off to a school for muggles?