Post by destiny quinn dubois on Feb 18, 2012 15:50:37 GMT
DESTINY QUINN DUBOIS
SEVENTEEN - RAVENCLAW - PURE - ELIZABETH GILLIES
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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my mother always says that looks are always deceiving. always. she isn't very trustful, she's always on her guard—around me, at least. my brother says she told him she thinks i'm unpredictable. i might just be, you know...i might think of myself as unpredictable if mum hadn't thought of it first. i try not to copy things that other people have said already. it's clichéd. i like being original.
okay, about me...i'm french. my whole family is. well, obviously my whole family's french if i am. we do have some veela blood, but i'm not really what the veela stereotype is. mum says i need to get my head out of the clouds, stop rubbing my nose to the grindstone and start paying attention to things besides school. which is weird coming from your mom. what am i supposed to pay attention to besides school? i'm seventeen. my life depends on this!
in case you haven't noticed yet, i ramble. a lot. it's going to be the death of me someday, i freaking swear, but it's a habit. a bad one. i have a lot of those.
in school, i get mostly e's and o's. sometimes lower, which is usually in practical lessons...i'm better at putting things in writing, much better. not that i'm bad in practicals, but i just like writing more. i can think things out and am not as impulsive as i am when i talk or actually practice the spell...it's just kind of part of me. i don't know why it is, it just kind of is...a lot of people have said i'm resourceful, smart and social. literally. i think my grandparents planned it that one thanksgiving haha.
okay, so, enough about me. this next stuff is about my family. well, my parents were married three years before they had me. and then the next year, after they had my sister, they moved to the united kingdom, from meaux (that's in france). i wish we could have stayed in meaux, but i was a year or two old, so nobody really asked my opinion. we moved to this place called godric's hollow...i didn't know about godric gryffindor till i was seven and my mother was teaching me about hogwarts, the school she would ship me off to.
and ship me off she did...all alone to hogwarts! she's usually so overprotective...i'd never been away from her before for more than three days. she had even bought all my things ahead of time and let me use her old wand. the sorting hat placed me into ravenclaw after musing over perhaps gryffindor, and there i was. since then, nothing special's happened.
YOU'RE GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: maria
gender: girl
age: 3.14159
contact: pm, but if it's urgent then email
how you found us: advert on hogwarts magic rpg
other characters: --
experience: two years
role play sample:Maria always liked to be early for her lessons, and had never been late to one yet. After downing a quick breakfast of unenhanced porridge, she had hurried down the many corridors to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
There were two other students in there. One was some guy who looked like he was fifteen or so, but obviously wasn't—she knew he was only her age, which kind of freaked her out, to be honest—who was a Slytherin. His last name was Wiggins or something like that, but she didn't know his first name. The other kid in the room was Dominic Evans, a fellow first-year Hufflepuff like herself. She personally thought Dominic was a total spaz, but they were friends still. She had a good reason to label him as a spaz, as well—he had an official spaz (like, a sugar rush) whenever he ate any sugar. Thank God, Maria hadn't learned that the hard way, but from streams of gossip in the Hufflepuff common room.
Now he was squeaking and bouncing, Maria noticed after turning in his direction. He was actually squeaking. Wow, that's not weird at all, she thought, making her way to the desk to the left of his. "Uh, hi Dominic," she said hesitantly, taking her supplies out of her bag she toted on her shoulder and placing them neatly on her desk. She privately thought about hitting him with a Silencing Charm, for the sake of her own sanity, but knew she would never actually have the gall to do such a thing. "So...how was your morning?" She put her hand on his shoulder as a warning for him to pretty please calm down.
As she was waiting for the lesson to start, Maria took out her snow-white, shimmery pride-and-joy quill of hers and a bit of parchment and began doodling. Hearts and flowers and things like that. She was pretty excited; Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been one of her favorite lessons (for her first months at Hogwarts, at least).
Without thinking, she rubbed her eyes, heavy from her stream of insomnia the past few days. Oh great, now I probably have mascara all over my face, she thought. Sadly, she didn't have a mirror. So with little choice, she turned to Dom again and asked, "Do I have mascara on my face?" Hopefully he'd tell her the truth. Unlike her stupid little brothers, who told her yes no matter what.
