Post by OPHELIA JADE O'HARE on Aug 6, 2014 16:56:31 GMT -5
 OPHELIA JADE O'HARE Twenty FOUR Pureblood Owner of Second Treasures Orphanage 12 inches, unicorn hair/fairy wing, eucalyptus) BIRTHDAY:January 27th PATRONUS: A Peacock, conjured with the memory of her first encounter with the O'Hares. ABILITIES: Metamorphagus Hi, I'm Ophelia. What were my parents like? "Ms. Moore, do you know what my mum and dad looked like? Do I look like them?" Little Ophelia asked the thin, middle ages woman who ran the orphanage that Ophelia had been living at for most of her five years of life. The small, black haired, blue eyes child smiled genuinely up to the woman, hoping for an answer. She had always been so curious of her parents. "Ophelia, I have told you countless times before, I cannot tell you these things, it was confidential.. It must be my glasses but you always look different... But it does not good for you to wonder upon these things. They put you here for a reason, you know." Ms. Moore told the girl harshly, and walked out of the dining hall muttering to herself. Ophelia sat in front of her soup with tears brimming in her eyes. She'd never understand why her parents had left her on the doorstep of this orphanage when she was a baby, or how she had somehow given Willow (a 7 year old bully) a face full of boils yesterday morning, or why sometimes she would wake up with pink hair, brown eyes, or even a completely different face. It must be a part of growing up, Ophelia figured. Hi, I'm Ophelia. May I join your family? It was Adoption Day at the orphanage, an event that happened every year, all 8 years Ophelia had been at the orphanage. All 8 years, she never managed to find her forever family, mostly because stupid 10 year old Willow would always go out of her way to make Ophelia look bad. She was determined that this year, she would not yell at Willow, try to smack Willow, or make anything weird happen, like when she somehow caused Willow's feet to swell up like two balloons. This year she would find her forever family. "Hi, I'm Ophelia and I'm 8! I like dancing and singing, and I know how to do long division and how to multiply fractions." she smiled at the man and woman in front of her. They looked rich to Ophelia, because the man was dressed in a suit with shiny leather shoes and had a fancy watch. The woman wore a string of pearls around her neck, work a pretty blue dress, and had a big diamond on her finger. "Wow, I like your ring!" Ophelia gasped, taking the woman's hand and inspecting the ring closer. "Very nice pick, sir." the eight year old nodded at the man. Ms. Moore made her way over with her angry face and Ophelia immediately dropped the woman's hand and stood straight with her hands behind her back. Ms. Moore liked well behaved, proper children. However, Ms.Moore stopped in her tracks when the couple, later introduced as Mr. and Mrs O'Hare, erupted into laughter. They were in love with Ophelia's charming and warm personality. Ophelia waved from the back seat of the shiny black car towards her friends at the orphanage, and winked with a smug smile at Willow, who failed at her mission to keep Ophelia there. Ophelia O'Hare had found her forever family and she was excited. So excited, that her hair went from its jet black color to a bright yellow in the backseat of the car. Surprisingly enough, her new mother and father did not turn the car around and give her back, but instead were even more elated. The three O'Hares pulled up into a huge mansion with four floors, fancy windows, pretty plants, and a huge front yard and an even bigger plot of land behind the house. Isabella and Hector O'Hare were self made millionaires because they owned a big international restaurant chain. Ophelia couldn't care less about the money, but rather one what else they were- wizards. They explained to Ophelia that she was a special witch as well- one that could change her appearance as well as produce magic. Ophelia's hair was back to its usual black, but her big blue eyes remained huge and her mouth was ajar. "I'm actually special?" Hi, I'm Ophelia. I'm a tad odd, you see? "Hogwarts- who named it that? Warts on hogs? That does not sound very pleasant" eleven year old Ophelia asked her parents as they walked around Diagon Alley on a hot August day. They chuckled, never getting enough of her comments. "It's a very great school. We both went there." Isabella explained, telling Ophelia that she was in Huffepuff and Hector was in Slytherin. There were four houses students were sorted into based on their personality and she would be in her house until she graduated. "And dear, no matter what you hear or what people tell you- each house is equal. There are no evil houses or hero houses." Hector stressed this point to her as she walked into Olivander's. "Ah, a unique wand for a unique young witch." The old man smiled at her as she held the rainbow colored wand in her hand. "Eucalyptus wood is exceptionally rare, just as their owners are. Only the most lively, willing and powerful of wizards are chose by a Eucalyptus wand. And the core...Dual core to be exact. Fairy wing and unicorn hair- not capable of producing hexes but are wonderful for Charms." he explained. Ophelia didn't care much about casting hexes because from what she had heard, they were awfully scary and mean. She was glad she had a wand that matched her values. She twirled the rainbow wand in her hand and exited Olivander's with her parents. Hi, I'm Ophelia. I have friends and a family! "GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat yelled while it was on her head, and Ophelia jumped a little. Her parents never told her hold loud the hat would be. Although she had been with her magical family for almost three years now, the whole magic thing was still surreal. Apparently Gryffindors were brave at heart- something Ophelia didn't see herself as. She didn't see herself in any house really. Ophelia sat down at her table and was clapped on the back and smiled. She was never well accepted at the orphanage or by the kids in her neighborhood, but she felt like here in Hogwarts, things would be different. That was until Ophelia caught site of a bitter looking, fellow Gryffindor who she was quite acquainted with. Willow was at Hogwarts too, now a third year, and she was very angry at Ophelia's presence. Ophelia's hair turned a gloomy, dull blue as the color drained from her face. Her fellow classmates gasped, noting how their new Gryffindor was also a metamorphagus. It instantly caught people's attention, which helped her gain friends for the first time in her life. Hi, I'm Ophelia. I've lost now two families. "Raise that frilly wand up, O'Hare!" Willow sneered, poking Ophelia with her black wand square in the chest. "You're so magical, you're so talented, you think you're a blessing to Hogwarts- Show it!!" the angry 6th year demanded the 3rd year Ophelia on the grounds of Hogwarts on a cold winter day. "I-I don't like fighting." Ophelia shivered a bit, not wanting to fight. Why did Willow hate her so much? She wasn't very talented at all, she only did her homework like she was told. "Why, you're scared you're going to lose? Scared you won't be a goody two shoes anymore and your snobby, stupid parents will dump you back on the orphanage's door like your real parents did?" Willow laughed cruelly, attempting to provoke Ophelia. It worked. Her hair turned a bright, vivid red hue and her face grew pink. She raised her wand and stepped closer to her, attempting to work a hex on her. Like Olivander said, her wand was not meant for harm. A shot of bright red sparks flew from her wand and then fell to the ground, her wand unwilling to make the hex work. Ophelia's hair faded, along with the blood in her cheeks, and Willow let out a high pitched laugh. "Ophelia you dumb twit." she snorted out before her face fell into a wide eyed stare. Behind Ophelia were a professor and the headmistress, Professor McGonagall who ordered her into a private office inside. "Ophelia, there has been a terrible event. Your mother and father are dead." McGonagall said softly while the other looked down. "Wh... My birth parents, right? Do my mum and dad know?" Ophelia asked, her blue eyes wide with concern and wonder. "Are there pictures of my birth parents? What were their names? How did they die?" She rambled on, playing with the end of her skirt. "No dear, not your birth parents. Your adoptive ones." the McGonagall said sullenly. Ophelia's hair turned grey with gloom. "There was a portkey accident. They were on their way to-" she stopped as Ophelia waved her hands. "I don't want to know..." she let out a sob, she was always very open with her emotions. "But dear, they've left everything to you. Their fortune and mansion... You're the sole heiress." the headmistress continued. "They ordered you to be in the care of their estate manager who will manage your fortune and home- they said you knew him well, and when you turn seventeen, it is all yours. " she ended. Ophelia didn't care about any of it. She had just been orphaned again. Hi, I'm Ophelia. What's the point anymore? Ophelia suffered from depression following the news of her family in her third year. "Come on Lia, come to Hogsmeade with us! Honeydukes just restocked!" One of her friends, Janie tugged on Ophelia's hand inside their dormitory. Ophelia was still in bed even though she was awake. "I don't want to." she refused, tugging her hand out of Janie's hand. "I know you're sad but you haven't done anything with anyone for over a month." Janie frowned, crossing her arms. "Maybe it's because I want to be left ALONE." Ophelia sat up, her tone rising and her hair turning bright red. "You don't have to be so rude all the time. I'm only trying to help but I suppose I won't even bother anymore." Janie left the dormitory. By the end of her fourth year, she had lost all her friends due to her lethargy and her emotional outbursts. She had never been one to control her emotions (which were pretty intense) and slowly one by one, she lashed out at all who were considered friends until there were no more. "Maybe it's a good thing I have no friends. I think I'm cursed or something. No one else will get hurt by caring about me." she thought out loud in her empty mansion. Her estate keeper and now caretaker heard her from the door way. "Oh no child, don't think like that." he responded, holding a platter of freshly baked cookies and cold milk. "You're truly a remarkable young lady, one of a kind. Life throws you hurdles and you need to jump over them. Show people like Willow that you persevere." he set the platter down and hugged her tightly, as if she were his own granddaughter. "Now... this upcoming year is important. You must think of what you want to be as an adult and prepare. I believe in you. You're capable of anything." he smiled at her, biting into a cookie. Ophelia rolled over, on the couch, facing away from him. "I don't want to be anything." Hi, I'm Ophelia. I think I can make a difference. During the middle of Ophelia's sixth year, she finally figured out what she wanted to do with her life. She wanted to be a healer, to help those who were hurt and make them better. Her hair turned from its grey color back to its usual black, but it failed to change any other colors. It was a start though. Ophelia started earning her friends back one by one as she overcame her depression and gained her confidence and her spark back. "But Miss O'Hare, your performance on your O.W.L.S last year were...dismal." the professor told her as she told of her aspirations to work at St. Mungo's. "I think you should try to think of something else and try to study harder... and turn in your homework." the professor told her. Ophelia sighed. "I'll definitely study harder, I'm determined to make a difference." she nodded, more talking to herself than the professor. She walked out of the room with something to work for. And did she work for it. Ophelia surprised everyone by earning some of the highest marks of her year at the end of her sixth year, and she continued that determination throughout her seventh year. She graduated Hogwarts and took control of the fortune her family left her. Hi, I'm Ophelia. I have my family. Ophelia went on to become a healer at St. Mungo's for a few years but didn't find the work satisfying. When she was twenty three, she knew what she wanted to do and was positive that this was what she was meant to do. "Welcome to your new home." Ophelia greeted the newest child, a young girl with big blue eyes like hers. The little girl was timid as entered the mansion. "I'm Miss Ophelia, what is your name?" she smiled, holding out a hand. "I'm Jane." the young girl squeaked out, shaking her outstretched hand with a light hold. "No need to be scared love. This home is different than your last. I'm here to help you understand some odd things that have happened, almost like magic." she smiled sweetly, holding the girls hand and guiding her throughout the house. Some of the younger children ran down the stairs, calling names and giggling. "Tyler, Nora, Marcus, please don't run on the stairs!" she called to them with a smile. She passed one of her hired caretakers, a kind, younger witch who held a toddler in her arms. She no longer lived alone but instead her house was bustling with now thirty one children, ten caretakers, five kitchen hands, and her now elderly estate keeper. She had transformed her inherited mansion into a wizarding orphanage, who took in orphaned or abandoned children with magical talents. She helped explain to them the wizarding world and helped them prepare for Hogwarts, and the older children were able to study for Hogwarts without fear that the Muggle would find out. She used her fortune to fund this, along with the donations from philantropists from around the wizarding world. Her home was now complete with life, and she was content, knowing she was giving as many children she could something she never had when she was little- a happy home (unlike the dull orphanage she resided it), and preparation for the magical world. However, a few mysteries still remained- who were her real parents, how did a portkey possibly kill her parents, and why did Willow hate her so much for so long? hey guys, my name is TIGER! and I am rocking it at 18 years old, role-playing for roughly 8 years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EST time zone, and hail from USA so how about that! currently my character looks just like KATY PERRY or so i am told! I found y'all at CAUTION 2.0 and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as LYLA HAWTHORNE, ELIJAH REYES, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
