Post by saramarieflint on Aug 15, 2011 1:21:57 GMT
sara marie flint
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Sara Marie Flint
nicknames: None
birthday: May seventeenth, 1993
age: seventeen
house: Slytherin
blood status: Pure
face claim: Emily Browning
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
- Making fun of first years
- Quidditch
- Tauntalizing mudbloods
- Receiving whatever she wants
- Potions
- Winter
- Candy
- Leather jackets
- Slytherin
- Snakes
dislikes:
- Annoying people
- Gryffindors
- Muggle borns
- Idiotic professors
- Pranks (Only if they're on her)
- Summer
- Being nice
- Singing
- care of magical creatures
- Dancing
strengths:
- Quidditch
- Potions
- Getting her way
weaknesses:
- Mudbloods
- First years
- Charms
veritaserum:
- she is scared of dangerous creatures, she wouldn't have minded being in ravenclaw.
- She is scared on dangerous creatures
- She almost got accepted into Ravenclaw
dementor:
- Dangerous creatures
patronus:
- Being accepted in Slytherin
- Cobra
sexuality & relationship status:
- Straight
- Single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Marcus Flint, 35, proffesional quidditch player
mother: Pansy Parkinson, 35 stay at home mom
siblings: Nikolas Flint, seventeen, slytherin
others: None
overall history:
It had all started on May 17th, 1993 in a small town called Ottery Saint Catchpole. What seemed like an average day, turned out to be a magnificent one---at least, it did for Marcus and Pansy Flint. At about one' oclock in the morning, Pansy gave birth to a pair of twins--first a baby girl named Sara, and then, five minutes later, a baby boy named Nikolas. Unlike Nikolas, Sara wasn't a very easy baby to take care of---which was why Pansy had decided to retire from her job at the Ministry so that she would have time to take care of them both.
As time dragged on, Sara grew into a toddler, and then a small child. Pansy and Marcus had both hoped that she would turn out to be as calm and easy going at her brother, but it never happened. If she didn't get her way, she'd first become irritated, and then she would throw a temper tantrum. As she grew older, she began to handle every situation differently---which wasn't at all better than throwing a temper tantrum in the living room. If anything, it was worse. At the age of nine, she began to control her magic, and instead of doing small, average things to impress her parents, she began to cause pain.
One day while she was flying on her broom, she noticed two muggle borns that lived across the street. Their child, whom was about the same age she was, was riding a broom as well, and she immediately grew angry at the child. How dare she fly a broom, when she wasn't even a witch! Even though her parents had specifically said to stay in their backyard when flying a broom, she couldn't help but fly closer toward the girl---only to say something nasty, of course. "Hey mudblood--- I hear your parents are filthy muggles.... You must be so proud." At that instant, a ring of fire surrounded the girl, whom was still in midair. Sara laughed as the girl was forced to jump of her broom, but instantly was ruined because of it.
Careful to maintain their family's reputation, the Flint's had decided to move to a village called Mould-On-The-Wold, which was where she had received her Hogwart's letter. She had been so proud, and on September 1st, she and her brother had been put into Slytherin.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Kelsey/Kels
gender: Female
age: 16
contact: PM
how you found us: Credit Of Caution 2.0
other characters: None
experience: 3 years
role play sample:Pamela Annette Blackwell awoke early that Saturday morning in the Ravenclaw dormitory. She instantly felt reluctant to get out of bed and she wished it wasn't morning. Under most circumstances, she enjoyed being the only one up. Today one fact kept her not wanting to get up and eat breakfast in the Great Hall. She knew where the entrace to the Chamber Of Secrets was. She couldn't actually be sure but, from all the reading she had done it was in the library. Pamela was amazed when she had pieced the facts together. Ever since she was a first year she had been in the library non-stop. To think she had passed the entrance every day without noticing it was unimaginable. She sat up in her blue four poster bed and glanced around. No one was up and that was a good thing. She was positive people would ask her questions at once. She had never been good at hiding her emotions and most of the time, they were very easy to read. With a wave of her wand she made a purple sweatshirt and jeans along with a black cloak appear on her. She was too anxious to get dressed and she walked up her common room.
Once Pamela was into the Ravenclaw Common Room she realized she had a golden watch also appear on her, along with the rest of her clothes. She knew from some light reading the clothes that appeared on her from the spell would be good for whatever she was doing. Whether it was hiking or just walking it was always good for what you were doing and she did that spell often. She was pretty sure walking into a chamber that held Slytherin's monster wasn't really common. Even so, she seemed to be dressed alright for an average hike. She checked the golden watch and saw it was seven in the morning, the same time the Great Hall opened. She walked down the staircase that lead to the Ravenclaw Common Room so she could get to the Great Hall. She ate pretty slow, not wanting to be done with breakfast. Finally, she had to say she was done and she quietly walked to the library.
Pamela tried not to look suspicious but, that wasn't really hard to do. Every muggle born was probabally worried they'd get petrified, or dead. She then remembered she was a muggle born and she started to get anxious, hurrying her pace. It seemed to take hours for her to reach the library, although it only took a few minutes. Pamela was about to walk in when suddenly, she remembered the plan she had devised the day before. She took out her wand from the pocket of her black robes and silently casted the Disillusionment Charm on herself. She slowly felt her fade until she was nothing, or close to it. She quietly walked in the library, careful not to cause anyone to look up from their books and assignments.
Pamela quickly walked to the bookcase closest to the Restricted Section. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she touched the hard oak. Her eyes were closed shut as she felt the side of the bookcase. She touched the spot almost instantly. It was one word engraved in the oak that opened the chamber. She opened her eyes to see the word slytherin with a snake wrapped around the s. For some reason, the word sent chills to her body and she couldn't help stare at it. She finally took her finger off the word and she tried to think of how to get the Chamber to reaveal itself. Pamela suddenly realized what she had to do to get the Chamber to open. From what she could tell, the Chamber could only be opened with fire. She knew fire would bring too much attention to herself and, she'd probabally wreck the library in the process.
What if the Chamber only thought it was covered in fire? After all, the book had said the last time it was opened was fifty years ago. They hadn't even invented the spell she wanted to use then. She gripped her wand so tight it made her fingers turn white. She took a deep breath and a step back. She started to get an uneasy feeling and before she could change her mind, she recited the Hot-Air Charm. The spell had done what it was susposed to and seconds later hot air was blasting out of her wand. Pamela quickly pointed her wand toward the engraved word. She gasped, then remembering she was invisble she pressed her hand against her mouth. No one seemed to notice her gasp and she started to relax, or at least as relaxed as she was when she started the spell. The bookcase and the one infront of it was lowering until in reached to the floor. In the spot the bookcases had been was now a covered hole.
The cover on the hole seemed to be made of a steel gray stone. In the center of the cover was one Slytherin green handle with a snaked wrapped around it. The handle looked similar to the s on Slytherin, accept the handle didn't look like regular writing on a bookcase. Pamela studied the cover very closely. It looked like the only that would stop her now was herself. She had to admit, she wished the actual entrance would make her go inside. To her it was brilliant to make the person who wished to enter make them self go in instead of some snake making them go inside. If the person who had made the Chamber wasn't Slytherin and hadn't made the Chamber for bad intentions she might have been amazed by the pure brilliance of it all. She couldn't feel that amazed when she thought of all the muggle borns being gone from the school, including herself.
She hesitated with her hand on the handle. "Just pick up the cover, Pam" she thought to herself as she gripped the handle. She quietly counted to three then she cautiously picked up the cover. The cover seemed lighter than it should have and she set it on the ground beside her. Grabbing her wand, she peered inside to make sure Slytherins monter or Slytherins Heir wasn't waiting for her to come down. The only thing there was beneath the cover was a pitch black hole that lead into the Chamber. From what she could see in the darkness the coast was clear. "Lumos" she said quietly as she took five steps back. Once she was leaning against the bookcase behind the entrance she took a deep breath. She felt like her heart was going to come out of her chest with every step and breath she took. Pamela then counted to three and, before she could change her mind she ran.
Pamela jumped into the dark hole and even with her want lit she couldn't see very well. She could help screaming and she was pretty sure no one could hear her. Pamela slid down some sort of slide, bumping into walls with every inch. She could hear the crunching of bones underneath her and the bookcases going to their origanal position as she slid farther underground. Pamela had never before felt this lonely and afraid.
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