Post by ANNABETH ELYSE BENNETT on Dec 24, 2013 11:05:01 GMT -5
annabeth elyse bennett
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: twenty-eight
FACE CLAIM: billie piper
YEAR: graduated
HOUSE: former ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: potions professor
BLOOD TYPE: pureblood
WAND TYPE: eleven inches, unicorn hair, willow
PETS: elf owl named pebbles
ABILITIES: nonverbal magic and wandless magic both learned as a student
freestyle
Motherly. Short-tempered. Flirty. Intelligent. Kind. Outgoing. Optimistic. Insomniac. Determined. Clumsy. Neat freak. Protective. Blunt. Emotional
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"Annabeth! Annabeth, we must leave now!" My mother yelled as she pulled me out of bed and into her arms before apparating from our home. I was four years old when the Battle of Hogwarts took place. My tiny body was wrapped in my mother's arms as we huddled away in a safe house my father created before I was born. You see, my family wasn't a normal family. No, not at all. We were a family of wizards. Pureblooded ones to be exact, and because of that we were expected to hate those that were not pure. Because of that, my parents were expected to follow a man who's name was not to be taken lightly. His name was Voldemort and he was trying to take over the wizarding world.
My parents were not those types of wizards though. They were kind and open-minded. They befriended anyone who posed no threat to them or those they cared for. Well, it was like that now. My father grew up a Slytherin who would have gladly taken Voldemort's side, had he not met my mother. My mother was a Hufflepuff, and one of the kindest people anyone could have ever come in contact with. Long story short, he fell in love with her and though it wasn't easy, she changed him for the better; made him see that you didn't have to be a pureblood to be a worthy wizard.
Anyway, as my mother and I stayed safe, my father was helping fight the battle against the death eaters. I remember being scared and I remember my mother being frightened as well. But I knew that we both feared the loss of my father more than we were afraid to lose our own lives. Even as a four year old I understood there was a danger. When the war had ended, we waited for days for my father to return, but he didn't. It wasn't until about two weeks later that we were informed that my father was killed during the battle. I was sitting on the couch with my mother, holding her hand as the men who sat across from us told us the news. My mother's hand tightened around mine as she burst into tears. I stared at the men, not know how to feel. I was four years old being told I would never see my father again. My large brown eyes watched as the men apologized and then left my mother and I.
Things were hard for a while after that. My mother wasn't the same and in a way, neither was I. I cried myself to sleep for years and then when I could get to sleep, I would have nightmares of my father's death that would wake me with a start.
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"Come on Annie! We're gonna be late for class!" I was running down the hall with my best friend. Her voice rang clear, as she was only feet ahead of me. It was my first year at Hogwarts and at times I would accidentally oversleep. Thanks to my friend, I at least made it to class. It wasn't that I didn't like class. In fact, I loved it and loved to learn. I just didn't sleep well. Ever since my father's death I've been sort of an insomniac. Even when I got to sleep, it wasn't enough to keep me asleep.
When I turned eleven, I received my letter to attend Hogwarts just like any pureblooded child would. To be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I was excited to finally extend my knowledge and become who I was supposed to be, but on the other, I didn't want to leave my mother. It had been seven years since my father's death, but my mother still had her moments and I felt like I would be abandoning her. However, she urged me to go and told me we would write often and see each other on the holidays.
When I arrived at Hogwarts, I was sorted into the Ravenclaw house. It came as a slight surprise seeing as both my parents were of other houses, but it made sense seeing as I had the passion to learn, no matter what it was. Even muggle things interested me. My passion to learn had no boundaries. I fit in quite well with my housemates and making friends came easily for me. The only thing was, I didn't tell anyone about my father. At least, not for the first couple of years. I didn't want the pity and I didn't want to talk about it. The only one to find out before I was ready to talk was my best friend. She caught me having a nightmare one night and apparently I spoke out during it before I woke up, my friend standing over me with worry plastered on her face. The rest of the night we stayed up talking in hushed whispers. I told her my story and she told me hers. That's when I knew she would be my best friend.
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"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Cut that out!" I yelled out at a couple of Slytherins having fun by bullying a young Hufflepuff boy. The Slytherin boys sneered at me before huffing and turning away to leave. I stopped in front of the young boy and extended my hand to him to help him to his feet. He took the offer and gave me a meek smile. He was a shy young thing. "Are you alright?" I asked making sure to show the boy my warmest smile. "Y... yes. Thank you." He managed to muster up. I kept my smile as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked with him, talking to him about taking a stand for himself. But not only that, I found out exactly who he was. I slowly became an older sister figure to a young boy that year.
I became that type of figure to a lot of people and I didn't mind it one bit. I loved to help others and be there when they needed me. As I got older, I seemed to become a sort of mother hen of my house. The younger students came to me all the time. When I was in my sixth year, I became a prefect and soon in my seventh, I was the head girl. I worked hard for those positions, being the role model I should be. I did everything in my power to make them see I should be in those spots. That's just who I was. I was a leader, not a follower.
The last two years of my Hogwarts career is also when I chose to further my magic by learning how to do spells without the help of my wand or without the help of my voice. I wanted to be able to defend myself without depending on an object or just my voice alone. Not to mention, with my urge to learn, I craved the feeling of accomplishing something new. I know, you probably think I'm all work no play. I assure you, that is not the case.
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Music resonated throughout the house. I was dancing with my best friend and a couple other friends surrounded us. I was at a party set up by one of the students at Hogwarts and I was having a blast. There were loads of other students around drinking and dancing, partying like there was no tomorrow. I just had a soda in hand, seeing as I wasn't huge on alcohol. But I loved to dance and I loved to have a good time.
All throughout Hogwarts and even my time at the University when I graduated from Hogwarts, I was always the outgoing type. I love to be around people and I love to be out doing things, even partying. People were surprised at first when I showed up at things, because I was dedicated and I was responsible, but I wasn't all work. I knew that a person needed fun in their life as well.
It wasn't just being outgoing though. I absolutely loved to flirt. Still do. That might sound bad, but I promise it's all harmless, unless of course I like the person. I can't help it sometimes. It's just so fun to play in that manner sometimes. But to be honest, sometimes I don't know I do it. Most of the time I do though. Just saying.
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"Yes, of course! Thank you so much!" I said after being offered the job as the Potions Professor. Potions was one of my highest marks in both Hogwarts and the university. And I knew early on I wanted to be back at Hogwarts. At first, I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, but once I truly put some thought into it, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. After all, I loved learning and helping others so what better way to share my knowledge than by teaching it to those who needed it the most.
I've been teaching at Hogwarts since the age of twenty-five, a year after I graduated from the university. I love it and I love the kids, despite the ones that give me a hard time. I've had good days and bad days, but that's to be expected when you're a teacher.
I'm now twenty-eight and I'm still at the school. Honestly, I don't plan on leaving unless it's absolutely necessary. I have a passion for my job and a lot of people don't get to say that these days. I guess you could say I'm a lucky woman. Now if I could just find a man.
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Likes: Food, Men, Reading, Learning, Teaching, Helping others, Flirting, Going out with friends, Sleep, Dancing, Flowers, Romance, Animals, Children, Exercising
Dislikes: Insomnia, Things being out of order, Rejection, Bullying, Arguing with others, Laziness, Dark magic, Any form of abuse, Nightmares, Sweating, Being cold
Goals: Get married, Have children, Be a good role model to the students
Fears: Being alone, Death of her mother or anyone she cares about, Failure, Not being able to help
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"Annabeth! Annabeth, we must leave now!" My mother yelled as she pulled me out of bed and into her arms before apparating from our home. I was four years old when the Battle of Hogwarts took place. My tiny body was wrapped in my mother's arms as we huddled away in a safe house my father created before I was born. You see, my family wasn't a normal family. No, not at all. We were a family of wizards. Pureblooded ones to be exact, and because of that we were expected to hate those that were not pure. Because of that, my parents were expected to follow a man who's name was not to be taken lightly. His name was Voldemort and he was trying to take over the wizarding world.
My parents were not those types of wizards though. They were kind and open-minded. They befriended anyone who posed no threat to them or those they cared for. Well, it was like that now. My father grew up a Slytherin who would have gladly taken Voldemort's side, had he not met my mother. My mother was a Hufflepuff, and one of the kindest people anyone could have ever come in contact with. Long story short, he fell in love with her and though it wasn't easy, she changed him for the better; made him see that you didn't have to be a pureblood to be a worthy wizard.
Anyway, as my mother and I stayed safe, my father was helping fight the battle against the death eaters. I remember being scared and I remember my mother being frightened as well. But I knew that we both feared the loss of my father more than we were afraid to lose our own lives. Even as a four year old I understood there was a danger. When the war had ended, we waited for days for my father to return, but he didn't. It wasn't until about two weeks later that we were informed that my father was killed during the battle. I was sitting on the couch with my mother, holding her hand as the men who sat across from us told us the news. My mother's hand tightened around mine as she burst into tears. I stared at the men, not know how to feel. I was four years old being told I would never see my father again. My large brown eyes watched as the men apologized and then left my mother and I.
Things were hard for a while after that. My mother wasn't the same and in a way, neither was I. I cried myself to sleep for years and then when I could get to sleep, I would have nightmares of my father's death that would wake me with a start.
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"Come on Annie! We're gonna be late for class!" I was running down the hall with my best friend. Her voice rang clear, as she was only feet ahead of me. It was my first year at Hogwarts and at times I would accidentally oversleep. Thanks to my friend, I at least made it to class. It wasn't that I didn't like class. In fact, I loved it and loved to learn. I just didn't sleep well. Ever since my father's death I've been sort of an insomniac. Even when I got to sleep, it wasn't enough to keep me asleep.
When I turned eleven, I received my letter to attend Hogwarts just like any pureblooded child would. To be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I was excited to finally extend my knowledge and become who I was supposed to be, but on the other, I didn't want to leave my mother. It had been seven years since my father's death, but my mother still had her moments and I felt like I would be abandoning her. However, she urged me to go and told me we would write often and see each other on the holidays.
When I arrived at Hogwarts, I was sorted into the Ravenclaw house. It came as a slight surprise seeing as both my parents were of other houses, but it made sense seeing as I had the passion to learn, no matter what it was. Even muggle things interested me. My passion to learn had no boundaries. I fit in quite well with my housemates and making friends came easily for me. The only thing was, I didn't tell anyone about my father. At least, not for the first couple of years. I didn't want the pity and I didn't want to talk about it. The only one to find out before I was ready to talk was my best friend. She caught me having a nightmare one night and apparently I spoke out during it before I woke up, my friend standing over me with worry plastered on her face. The rest of the night we stayed up talking in hushed whispers. I told her my story and she told me hers. That's when I knew she would be my best friend.
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"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Cut that out!" I yelled out at a couple of Slytherins having fun by bullying a young Hufflepuff boy. The Slytherin boys sneered at me before huffing and turning away to leave. I stopped in front of the young boy and extended my hand to him to help him to his feet. He took the offer and gave me a meek smile. He was a shy young thing. "Are you alright?" I asked making sure to show the boy my warmest smile. "Y... yes. Thank you." He managed to muster up. I kept my smile as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and walked with him, talking to him about taking a stand for himself. But not only that, I found out exactly who he was. I slowly became an older sister figure to a young boy that year.
I became that type of figure to a lot of people and I didn't mind it one bit. I loved to help others and be there when they needed me. As I got older, I seemed to become a sort of mother hen of my house. The younger students came to me all the time. When I was in my sixth year, I became a prefect and soon in my seventh, I was the head girl. I worked hard for those positions, being the role model I should be. I did everything in my power to make them see I should be in those spots. That's just who I was. I was a leader, not a follower.
The last two years of my Hogwarts career is also when I chose to further my magic by learning how to do spells without the help of my wand or without the help of my voice. I wanted to be able to defend myself without depending on an object or just my voice alone. Not to mention, with my urge to learn, I craved the feeling of accomplishing something new. I know, you probably think I'm all work no play. I assure you, that is not the case.
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Music resonated throughout the house. I was dancing with my best friend and a couple other friends surrounded us. I was at a party set up by one of the students at Hogwarts and I was having a blast. There were loads of other students around drinking and dancing, partying like there was no tomorrow. I just had a soda in hand, seeing as I wasn't huge on alcohol. But I loved to dance and I loved to have a good time.
All throughout Hogwarts and even my time at the University when I graduated from Hogwarts, I was always the outgoing type. I love to be around people and I love to be out doing things, even partying. People were surprised at first when I showed up at things, because I was dedicated and I was responsible, but I wasn't all work. I knew that a person needed fun in their life as well.
It wasn't just being outgoing though. I absolutely loved to flirt. Still do. That might sound bad, but I promise it's all harmless, unless of course I like the person. I can't help it sometimes. It's just so fun to play in that manner sometimes. But to be honest, sometimes I don't know I do it. Most of the time I do though. Just saying.
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"Yes, of course! Thank you so much!" I said after being offered the job as the Potions Professor. Potions was one of my highest marks in both Hogwarts and the university. And I knew early on I wanted to be back at Hogwarts. At first, I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, but once I truly put some thought into it, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. After all, I loved learning and helping others so what better way to share my knowledge than by teaching it to those who needed it the most.
I've been teaching at Hogwarts since the age of twenty-five, a year after I graduated from the university. I love it and I love the kids, despite the ones that give me a hard time. I've had good days and bad days, but that's to be expected when you're a teacher.
I'm now twenty-eight and I'm still at the school. Honestly, I don't plan on leaving unless it's absolutely necessary. I have a passion for my job and a lot of people don't get to say that these days. I guess you could say I'm a lucky woman. Now if I could just find a man.
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Likes: Food, Men, Reading, Learning, Teaching, Helping others, Flirting, Going out with friends, Sleep, Dancing, Flowers, Romance, Animals, Children, Exercising
Dislikes: Insomnia, Things being out of order, Rejection, Bullying, Arguing with others, Laziness, Dark magic, Any form of abuse, Nightmares, Sweating, Being cold
Goals: Get married, Have children, Be a good role model to the students
Fears: Being alone, Death of her mother or anyone she cares about, Failure, Not being able to help
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