Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 0:06:26 GMT -5
andrea priscilla flint
CANON OR ORIGINAL: canon
AGE: seventeen
FACE CLAIM: emma watson
YEAR: sixth
HOUSE: slytherin
OCCUPATION: student
BLOOD TYPE: pureblood
WAND TYPE: 12 inches, veela hair, rosewood
PETS: elf owl named hermes
ABILITIES: none yet
freestyle
You grew up in a pureblooded family and attended many pureblooded parties and events. You were taught from a very young age to be graceful and elegant. Everything was about etiquette and manners, as well as keeping the bloodline pure. Even as a child, before you even understood the concept of love, you were told you would fall for a man that was pureblooded and very wealthy. Nothing less would do. People with their blood status who married, or even liked those of lesser blood were traitors. It was not something that was taken lightly.
Your family was made up of your parents and four children, you included. There was Brian who was the oldest and now a ministry worker, Nicholas the second youngest and a professor at Hogwarts, Jocelyn who came third and was a seventh year Ravenclaw, and then there was you. You were the baby of the family and you seemed to be the closest to your brothers, especially Nicholas. He was the one you knew you could run to when you had problems with someone or just in general. He also understood what it felt like to not fit in or to feel as though you weren't good enough.
A shadow. That's all you had been your whole life. You were the baby of four Flint children but still your sister gained more attention than you did. She was older than you only by a year, but still seemed to shine brighter. Jocelyn, your sister, was perfect and everyone knew that, including your parents. She was beautiful and elegant. She had perfect grades and was loved by all. You were very beautiful as well with your flawless complexion and your hair always in place as well as your clothes, but not as much as her. At least not in your mind and not in a lot of other people's minds as well. However, it was because of those people that you had that mindset.
You were angry multiple times throughout your short life of seventeen years. You wanted to be loved like she was. You wanted to feel like you were good enough. Sure, your parents loved you dearly. You were their child after all, but who could compete with Jocelyn? The answer was and still is no one. You never showed how you felt though. You told Nicholas briefly a few times, but most of the time you just held it in until you bottled too much and exploded. That was how you were though. You didn't like to show your emotions because they made you weak. Emotions stood in the way of everything.
You were invited to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin at the age of eleven like most witches and wizards were. You were amazed by everything the castle had to hold that year, but your bewilderment slowly faded as you got used to the sights. It was not easy for you to make friends. Not because you were shy, but because you preferred to keep to yourself. No one would notice you anyway. Not while your sister was around. Even as a second year she had the eyes of almost everyone. It was sickening to you and only kept that resentment you held deep inside for your sister. You knew it wasn't right to hate her. It wasn't her fault she attracted everyone and left you to fend for yourself.
As you continued through your school years, you did your best to try to catch the attention of someone; anyone. Your grades were nearly perfect like your sister's and you tried your best to be as elegant in the way you held yourself. Confidence and grace was the key, but neither did you have. You were shot down so many times in your childhood that you gained a lower self esteem than you should have had. As for grace. It was not something you were blessed with. You could not hold your tongue if someone wronged you or made comments that were unwanted. You had no qualms about hexing someone if they got on your nerves that much. You would never be your sister and that was something that toyed with your mind every day and almost every moment. And even though it was something you could not control, you let it tear you up inside bit by bit until you became the shell of a girl that you used to know well. A ghost of a girl you wanted to be most. You became cold to people that tried to get close to you because you felt as though it was all fake. How could someone care for you when your sister was right there? You were cynical and skeptical about everything, making it hard for you to feel any form of acceptance. The only one you truly trusted and loved was your brother Nicholas. He was the only one who truly knew you and the happy girl you could potentially be.
What was even worse was the people that surrounded you every day. No, not in your house, but everywhere. Muggleborns and halfbloods as well as the pureblooded like yourself. They confused you, making you feel like something was off in the way you grew up. As you paid quite a bit attention to them throughout your years, you realized they weren't so different from you at all. That was one thing that set you apart from a lot of purebloods. But you weren't completely convinced. Not yet. You were just utterly confused and internally battling yourself about what was right and wrong. Maybe one day someone would make that wall of lies you were taught crumble, but a thought like that was something that scared you often. You were loved by your parents, even though you weren't the most loved, but if you went and allowed yourself to accept other blood status' or blood traitors for that matter, you were sure to be looked down upon. That was something you wanted, and needed, to avoid.
You are now a sixth year, about to become a seventh year as the year was coming to a close. Your sister would be leaving and you would be the last Flint to be attending the school. As a student that was. Nicholas was still going to be a teacher there. Your grades are nearly perfect as they always have been and you try to hold your head high despite the lack of confidence or friends you have. It seemed as though the ones you were closest to were the ones you were put with as children. Even then, you weren't that close to them. In your mind, no one could be trusted because you had no idea what was real or not as well as what was wrong or right. Just get through your last year, and you'll be out of there. But for now, you have to push through and maybe learn to open up sometimes. You are Andrea Priscilla Flint. Pureblooded sixh year Slytherin and one day, you will be alright. Just not today.
Your family was made up of your parents and four children, you included. There was Brian who was the oldest and now a ministry worker, Nicholas the second youngest and a professor at Hogwarts, Jocelyn who came third and was a seventh year Ravenclaw, and then there was you. You were the baby of the family and you seemed to be the closest to your brothers, especially Nicholas. He was the one you knew you could run to when you had problems with someone or just in general. He also understood what it felt like to not fit in or to feel as though you weren't good enough.
A shadow. That's all you had been your whole life. You were the baby of four Flint children but still your sister gained more attention than you did. She was older than you only by a year, but still seemed to shine brighter. Jocelyn, your sister, was perfect and everyone knew that, including your parents. She was beautiful and elegant. She had perfect grades and was loved by all. You were very beautiful as well with your flawless complexion and your hair always in place as well as your clothes, but not as much as her. At least not in your mind and not in a lot of other people's minds as well. However, it was because of those people that you had that mindset.
You were angry multiple times throughout your short life of seventeen years. You wanted to be loved like she was. You wanted to feel like you were good enough. Sure, your parents loved you dearly. You were their child after all, but who could compete with Jocelyn? The answer was and still is no one. You never showed how you felt though. You told Nicholas briefly a few times, but most of the time you just held it in until you bottled too much and exploded. That was how you were though. You didn't like to show your emotions because they made you weak. Emotions stood in the way of everything.
You were invited to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin at the age of eleven like most witches and wizards were. You were amazed by everything the castle had to hold that year, but your bewilderment slowly faded as you got used to the sights. It was not easy for you to make friends. Not because you were shy, but because you preferred to keep to yourself. No one would notice you anyway. Not while your sister was around. Even as a second year she had the eyes of almost everyone. It was sickening to you and only kept that resentment you held deep inside for your sister. You knew it wasn't right to hate her. It wasn't her fault she attracted everyone and left you to fend for yourself.
As you continued through your school years, you did your best to try to catch the attention of someone; anyone. Your grades were nearly perfect like your sister's and you tried your best to be as elegant in the way you held yourself. Confidence and grace was the key, but neither did you have. You were shot down so many times in your childhood that you gained a lower self esteem than you should have had. As for grace. It was not something you were blessed with. You could not hold your tongue if someone wronged you or made comments that were unwanted. You had no qualms about hexing someone if they got on your nerves that much. You would never be your sister and that was something that toyed with your mind every day and almost every moment. And even though it was something you could not control, you let it tear you up inside bit by bit until you became the shell of a girl that you used to know well. A ghost of a girl you wanted to be most. You became cold to people that tried to get close to you because you felt as though it was all fake. How could someone care for you when your sister was right there? You were cynical and skeptical about everything, making it hard for you to feel any form of acceptance. The only one you truly trusted and loved was your brother Nicholas. He was the only one who truly knew you and the happy girl you could potentially be.
What was even worse was the people that surrounded you every day. No, not in your house, but everywhere. Muggleborns and halfbloods as well as the pureblooded like yourself. They confused you, making you feel like something was off in the way you grew up. As you paid quite a bit attention to them throughout your years, you realized they weren't so different from you at all. That was one thing that set you apart from a lot of purebloods. But you weren't completely convinced. Not yet. You were just utterly confused and internally battling yourself about what was right and wrong. Maybe one day someone would make that wall of lies you were taught crumble, but a thought like that was something that scared you often. You were loved by your parents, even though you weren't the most loved, but if you went and allowed yourself to accept other blood status' or blood traitors for that matter, you were sure to be looked down upon. That was something you wanted, and needed, to avoid.
You are now a sixth year, about to become a seventh year as the year was coming to a close. Your sister would be leaving and you would be the last Flint to be attending the school. As a student that was. Nicholas was still going to be a teacher there. Your grades are nearly perfect as they always have been and you try to hold your head high despite the lack of confidence or friends you have. It seemed as though the ones you were closest to were the ones you were put with as children. Even then, you weren't that close to them. In your mind, no one could be trusted because you had no idea what was real or not as well as what was wrong or right. Just get through your last year, and you'll be out of there. But for now, you have to push through and maybe learn to open up sometimes. You are Andrea Priscilla Flint. Pureblooded sixh year Slytherin and one day, you will be alright. Just not today.
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