Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 21:43:13 GMT -5
elianna quinn rosier
CANON OR ORIGINAL: canon
AGE: fifteen
FACE CLAIM: danielle bradberry
YEAR: fifth year
HOUSE: slytherin
OCCUPATION: student
BLOOD TYPE: pureblood
WAND TYPE: 10 inches, ramora scale, mahogany
PETS: miniature american eskimo dog named snowball
ABILITIES: animal communication - dogs
freestyle
Anyone that was poor and stepped into my life, would probably be overjoyed. I did not live a life that was considered horrible. Everything I wanted, I received. Not only because I was part of a very well off family, but I was the baby of the family. In fact, I was daddy's little princess. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and he'd get me what I was asking for. I wasn't the only child though, which I guess you could figure out for yourself by the fact I mentioned I was the baby. Well, unless you were missing something in the head. But anyway, I have two older brothers. We're all a year apart. Zachary is in his seventh year, Iain is in his sixth, and I in my fifth. It's nice to be so close in age, so there wasn't much of an age gap to separate us relationship wise. I'd say we were pretty close. Poor Iain was the middle child, so he didn't get much attention. To be honest, I think he was better off that way, as much as I could tell he wanted it. The more attention put on you, the harder your life was. Trust me when I say that.
You see, before I got my Hogwarts letter, my parents were frightened that I might turn out to be a squib. Could you imagine? A squib in a well known pureblooded family? That just would not due. But, as much as my parents pushed me, I wasn't showing any signs of magic. I could of sworn they were ready to disown me at one point. Lovely, right? I could see it in their eyes how disappointed they were. They never spoke a word of it to anyone though. When we had little posh parties with our pureblood family friends, my father always lied through his teeth. 'Oh, Ellie? She's doing marvelous! She'll be one of the best some day.' Ha! What a laugh that was. But don't get me wrong. I was afraid too. What if I wasn't magical like my siblings? What if I was a squib? What would that mean... for me? It was terrifying knowing that you could possibly be disowned because you weren't magical. I guess that's how it was in our world though. My family wasn't exactly the lightest people, if you catch my drift. We were dark wizards and witches, taught dark magic at a very young age. Of course I could only sit an listen. Nothing came from me.
Then the best thing happened. I received my letter from Hogwarts when I turned eleven. There was still hope for me yet! If I got my letter, I was obviously magical. Squibs didn't get to go to Hogwarts. My parents were overjoyed at the news. After all, I was the last one to receive mine seeing as my brothers were ahead of me. They just had to wait anxiously to see if I would really be one of them. And I am. I joined my brothers at Hogwarts that year and was sorted into Slytherin. I was very lucky too. My brother Zachary was in that house, and that was the house my parents were in. Iain was in Ravenclaw. I was a bit bummed when we found out the news, because that meant that he wouldn't be in the same house as Zach, and at the time, the house I hoped to be in. But I don't think any less of it honestly. My parents aren't big fans of the house. They wanted their children in Slytherin; all of them. But odd things happen sometimes, you know? Anyway, Ravenclaw was better than Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, so I don't think they were completely disappointed. Again, they didn't pay too much more attention because he was the middle child. Sometimes I wished I could be in his shoes. If he wants the attention so much, he can have it! I mean, I love getting what I want and I love knowing that I'm quite the gem in my parent's eyes, but sometimes the attention can be overwhelming.
Anyway, I got along well in my house. I was cautious at first, because I know how Slytherins can be, but I did make a good amount of friends. Of course, I tried to steer clear of those that weren't pureblooded. It's actually very hard in a place like Hogwarts. You can never tell unless you ask and then you come off looking like an arse if you decide you don't want to talk to someone anymore because they're a muggleborn or a halfblood. I couldn't help it though. I was taught not to like them. They were trash and not good enough to be in our presence. But you know, slowly I learned that it was really hard to be mean all the time. There were so many people that weren't purebloods. I'd have like, hardly any friends if I pushed them all away. So, I decided that being on good terms couldn't hurt, right? At least, with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. The other houses were still not good enough for me. Ravenclaws were an exception though. I couldn't go around discriminating on my own brother's house. That would be so cruel of me. Plus, like I said earlier, Ravenclaws weren't all that bad in my eyes. They could be just as ambitious as Slytherins and they were very intelligent.
Enough about that though. I'm sure you're dying to hear what happened to me. My magic decided to kick in one day in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I accidentally set fire to the professor's robes and he was none to pleased about it. The class laughed though, which I couldn't tell if it was at me or at the fact Professor Grimp was on fire and his face was about as red with anger as I have ever seen. My face was probably close to matching though. I was so embarrassed by the accident, I wouldn't stop apologizing. But deep down, I was happy that it finally kicked in. I could actually do what every one else could. I remember I sent quite the overjoyed letter to my parents, which received an equally excited letter in return. I didn't just leave it at that with Professor Grimp though, so don't think that. I visited him a few days after in his office to make sure everything was okay. I really did feel bad. I shouldn't have though, according to my parents. They weren't too keen on some of the Professors I suppose. But I didn't want a bad name for myself with my Professor. I wouldn't just do it for him, but any of them if I had done it to any of the others. I actually really like Grimp now. He's quite harsh and really doesn't hold back in class, but you get used to things like that. Plus he's the head of my house. How bad would that be if I wasn't at least on good terms with him?
Still, I was very pleased to have my magic. After that, nothing held me back. I studied hard and I did what I needed to in order to be in good standing marks wise. I had to work harder than the other students though. Things didn't come as easily to me as I would have hoped. Maybe it was because I was such a late bloomer, but that wasn't going to stop me. I worked night and day to perfect what took others only moments to, but I never gave up. I was determined to be great and to be whatever I wanted to be. Of course, at this age, I have no clue. I have two more years to figure that out though, so I'm not too worried. I just work to make my teachers and parents happy. I take things seriously and I don't let anyone detour me. Sure, I can be a bit too serious at times, but I don't care. I've been told many times I need to let loose and have fun sometimes, but I really don't listen to that. I'm much too worried about being perfect. I need to be, seeing as I didn't have such a great start.
I can say I probably picked up an odd hobby in my short years though. I always knew I had a voice. I would always sing when no one was around, but I didn't know I had such natural talent with instruments until I found myself playing around on the piano one day. I ended up teaching myself how to play and it soon turned into me playing the guitar as well. It wasn't something I really wanted to broadcast to my family though. If I were to tell anyone, it might be Iain, but he still doesn't know. I know he wouldn't be all out of sorts about it. I'm not quite sure about Zach. He might find it a silly thing, but my parents. I know for a fact they would see it as such a silly thing to waste my time with. They'd probably think I was spending too much time with that and not with my studies. But they're not here. They don't know how hard I work. It's a true escape at times to just play music on my own. And trust me, I don't let it get in the way. Like I said, it was just a hobby I picked up. Everyone needs to have something to love. Music just became my thing. But yeah, I'm in my fifth year now, like I said and I'd say I'm doing quite well. As of right now, my only worries are to keep my marks high and I'm doing fine in that department. My parents couldn't be prouder of me I'm sure.
You see, before I got my Hogwarts letter, my parents were frightened that I might turn out to be a squib. Could you imagine? A squib in a well known pureblooded family? That just would not due. But, as much as my parents pushed me, I wasn't showing any signs of magic. I could of sworn they were ready to disown me at one point. Lovely, right? I could see it in their eyes how disappointed they were. They never spoke a word of it to anyone though. When we had little posh parties with our pureblood family friends, my father always lied through his teeth. 'Oh, Ellie? She's doing marvelous! She'll be one of the best some day.' Ha! What a laugh that was. But don't get me wrong. I was afraid too. What if I wasn't magical like my siblings? What if I was a squib? What would that mean... for me? It was terrifying knowing that you could possibly be disowned because you weren't magical. I guess that's how it was in our world though. My family wasn't exactly the lightest people, if you catch my drift. We were dark wizards and witches, taught dark magic at a very young age. Of course I could only sit an listen. Nothing came from me.
Then the best thing happened. I received my letter from Hogwarts when I turned eleven. There was still hope for me yet! If I got my letter, I was obviously magical. Squibs didn't get to go to Hogwarts. My parents were overjoyed at the news. After all, I was the last one to receive mine seeing as my brothers were ahead of me. They just had to wait anxiously to see if I would really be one of them. And I am. I joined my brothers at Hogwarts that year and was sorted into Slytherin. I was very lucky too. My brother Zachary was in that house, and that was the house my parents were in. Iain was in Ravenclaw. I was a bit bummed when we found out the news, because that meant that he wouldn't be in the same house as Zach, and at the time, the house I hoped to be in. But I don't think any less of it honestly. My parents aren't big fans of the house. They wanted their children in Slytherin; all of them. But odd things happen sometimes, you know? Anyway, Ravenclaw was better than Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, so I don't think they were completely disappointed. Again, they didn't pay too much more attention because he was the middle child. Sometimes I wished I could be in his shoes. If he wants the attention so much, he can have it! I mean, I love getting what I want and I love knowing that I'm quite the gem in my parent's eyes, but sometimes the attention can be overwhelming.
Anyway, I got along well in my house. I was cautious at first, because I know how Slytherins can be, but I did make a good amount of friends. Of course, I tried to steer clear of those that weren't pureblooded. It's actually very hard in a place like Hogwarts. You can never tell unless you ask and then you come off looking like an arse if you decide you don't want to talk to someone anymore because they're a muggleborn or a halfblood. I couldn't help it though. I was taught not to like them. They were trash and not good enough to be in our presence. But you know, slowly I learned that it was really hard to be mean all the time. There were so many people that weren't purebloods. I'd have like, hardly any friends if I pushed them all away. So, I decided that being on good terms couldn't hurt, right? At least, with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. The other houses were still not good enough for me. Ravenclaws were an exception though. I couldn't go around discriminating on my own brother's house. That would be so cruel of me. Plus, like I said earlier, Ravenclaws weren't all that bad in my eyes. They could be just as ambitious as Slytherins and they were very intelligent.
Enough about that though. I'm sure you're dying to hear what happened to me. My magic decided to kick in one day in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I accidentally set fire to the professor's robes and he was none to pleased about it. The class laughed though, which I couldn't tell if it was at me or at the fact Professor Grimp was on fire and his face was about as red with anger as I have ever seen. My face was probably close to matching though. I was so embarrassed by the accident, I wouldn't stop apologizing. But deep down, I was happy that it finally kicked in. I could actually do what every one else could. I remember I sent quite the overjoyed letter to my parents, which received an equally excited letter in return. I didn't just leave it at that with Professor Grimp though, so don't think that. I visited him a few days after in his office to make sure everything was okay. I really did feel bad. I shouldn't have though, according to my parents. They weren't too keen on some of the Professors I suppose. But I didn't want a bad name for myself with my Professor. I wouldn't just do it for him, but any of them if I had done it to any of the others. I actually really like Grimp now. He's quite harsh and really doesn't hold back in class, but you get used to things like that. Plus he's the head of my house. How bad would that be if I wasn't at least on good terms with him?
Still, I was very pleased to have my magic. After that, nothing held me back. I studied hard and I did what I needed to in order to be in good standing marks wise. I had to work harder than the other students though. Things didn't come as easily to me as I would have hoped. Maybe it was because I was such a late bloomer, but that wasn't going to stop me. I worked night and day to perfect what took others only moments to, but I never gave up. I was determined to be great and to be whatever I wanted to be. Of course, at this age, I have no clue. I have two more years to figure that out though, so I'm not too worried. I just work to make my teachers and parents happy. I take things seriously and I don't let anyone detour me. Sure, I can be a bit too serious at times, but I don't care. I've been told many times I need to let loose and have fun sometimes, but I really don't listen to that. I'm much too worried about being perfect. I need to be, seeing as I didn't have such a great start.
I can say I probably picked up an odd hobby in my short years though. I always knew I had a voice. I would always sing when no one was around, but I didn't know I had such natural talent with instruments until I found myself playing around on the piano one day. I ended up teaching myself how to play and it soon turned into me playing the guitar as well. It wasn't something I really wanted to broadcast to my family though. If I were to tell anyone, it might be Iain, but he still doesn't know. I know he wouldn't be all out of sorts about it. I'm not quite sure about Zach. He might find it a silly thing, but my parents. I know for a fact they would see it as such a silly thing to waste my time with. They'd probably think I was spending too much time with that and not with my studies. But they're not here. They don't know how hard I work. It's a true escape at times to just play music on my own. And trust me, I don't let it get in the way. Like I said, it was just a hobby I picked up. Everyone needs to have something to love. Music just became my thing. But yeah, I'm in my fifth year now, like I said and I'd say I'm doing quite well. As of right now, my only worries are to keep my marks high and I'm doing fine in that department. My parents couldn't be prouder of me I'm sure.
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HEY MY NAME IS KAIT, AND I ALSO PLAY MANY OTHER CHARACTERS. I FOUND THE SITE THROUGH STAYING A VERY LONG TIME.
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