alfredo @ 2009-07-21T00:32:00

2009-07-21T05:37:51Z

OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR
OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR
OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR
OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR
OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR
OLIVE HORNBY IS A LIAR.

And that's all I have to say about her false scores and her false heart.

No but really, I'm very bored. Someone owl me or come over? Please? Very please? We can do something exciting like find one of those nuclear atom bombs and drop it on Germany, and then dismantle it once we've realized our mistake we can dismantle it like they do in films.

I'm so bored. Where is everyone? Isn't it school yet? I want to play Quidditch. Now. Stupid home.

alfredo @ 2009-07-09T22:50:00

2009-07-10T04:04:24Z

All right, so this war thing has got to end. Tomorrow. Yesterday, in fact. My mother is considering paying for me to go back to school early because she's afraid I'll get bombed or something. I keep telling her I'm every bit as safe in the Hollow as I would be at school, but she really doesn't believe me. I told her I'm not going back to school early. I'm staying right here, and she'll have to drag me back if she wants me there before August thirty first. Anyway, I've been practicing Quidditch a whole lot, and that's about it. I intend to tell my professors that I lost my homework for over the summer, and then they'll let me have a week. At least a week. I mean, honestly...weren't OWL's enough for them?

Oh, by the way, how did everyone do on those? THREE O'S, ONE A, TWO E'S...BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I'M THE BEST.

Almost the best.
No one rub in better scores, now.
You know you like being nice to me and not cruel. Really.

alfredo @ 2009-07-09T01:24:00

2009-07-09T06:26:37Z

ooc.
Name: Lyss
Age: 22
contact info: AIM: createasensation
experience:...A lot.
how did you hear about us?: Elle told meee!

character.
Name:Alfred Potter
Age/Birthday: March 3, 1926
House/Year:Gryffindor/Sixth
Bloodline:Pure
Personality:
Alfred is the kind of boy that everyone likes. Usually. Unless you don't know how to have fun, that is. He doesn't smoke around girls, doesn't swear around teachers, and does both those things with boys his own age. Frequently. He's the sort of person that would be described as all-American, even though he isn't, in fact, American. Basically, many women want their daughters to marry him. And he doesn't like that, not at all. He doesn't want to get married right away. He wants to become an Auror and hunt down Hitler, who he's convinced is a dark wizard using Imperius on an entire nation (and he will share that theory with anyone who will listen.) That sort of describes his naivete, which is one of his biggest character traits. He's honestly a little kid at heart. He is a softie. He has a spot for the broken, for sad people, and for animals. He tries to be tough, but when someone's actually being hurt, he will defend them staunchly, which was part of the reason he is a poster boy for Gryffindor.

He has the tendency to dance through life, taking the easiest way out possible in everything. It drives his teachers mad. They've told his parents that he could be such a GOOD student, if he put his mind to things. But he doesn't have to put his mind to anything. He's Alfred Potter, god above all gods. He will tell you that to your face. He is also very awkward. He has the tendency to say the least appropriate thing at the least appropriate moment, and instead of apologizing, just goes with it. At a family funeral when he was three, he asked why the guy was in the box...and that was the very first of his faux pas. It didn't get better after that, trust him. With girls, he can be borderline charming, but when he's TRYING to be charming, it's an absolute clusterfuck. He will trip over himself and bluster to no end, and it's probably very hilarious to watch. He plays it off as cool and endearing, and to his utter surprise, that sometimes works. Oh, also, he's rather a beacon of House Pride. It's funny to watch.

Family
Father-Franklin Potter (44)
Mother-Louise Potter (42)

He has no siblings and likes it that way. He has a relatively good relationship with his parents, as he is their golden son. There is nothing else to report.
History:
Alfred James Potter is a cocky bastard, among many other things. It's easy to do that when you come from a long line of people telling you exactly how wonderful you are and your heritage is. He was rarely to never scolded as a child, and it definitely shows to this day. His parents, like most purebloods, treated him like he was special. One of the elite. And ever so much more entitled and important than those awful Slytherin purebloods. He was taught from the minute he was born that he should exude the qualities that every Gryffindor had-bravery, chivalry, and daring. Well the last and the first weren't hard. Alfred was the kind of child who jumped off of things. He stood on his head as a child. Frequently. He liked the way it looked from down there better. His parents always worried about his sanity, because he would run around shouting random words at the top of his lungs, just because he liked the sound. As he grew up, he toned down...but just a bit. He terrorized the muggle school his parents put him in by "accidentally" changing the children's clothing and hair colors throughout the school day. He was pulled out at that point and homeschooled like a "proper" wizarding child. Then he switched to terrorizing his mother instead. It was a good deal, basically, until he was thrown onto the Hogwarts Express at age eleven with all the tools necessary for a good seven years at the school. He was sorted into Gryffindor in about five seconds, and quickly took his place at the table and into the hearts of his professors.

He started out as such a good student. He got all amazing marks, he tried out for the Quidditch team and got in...and then he hit puberty and his priorities shifted. He was suddenly very interested in girls and his peers far more than he had been before. Soon, it wasn't cool to study. It wasn't good enough to go to practice every day. He had to look suave while doing it. And as we've seen, he rather fails at looking suave. Ever. Let alone in the mud from Quidditch. But still, it was a charmed life he led. And then the war started in the Muggle world. He took it very seriously. The idea that anyone, wizard or no, wanted to come into power and rule the whole world went against his grain. He knew that was wrong, and he knew that he wanted to stop it. Impulsively, at age fifteen, he ran away to London and tried to join the army. They did not let him, obviously, and sent him back to his mother. He didn't go back to his mother. He went back to school with a renewed vigour. He wanted to be an Auror in a few years. His teachers were pleased to see him paying attention again...but they wondered why. He told them proudly, but everyone laughed. He wasn't the type, they all said. But he will show them. He will show them all.

Likes:
Boy stuff! Quidditch, cigarettes(hidden), friends, girls, animals, testosterone, alcohol (hidden), Gryffindor, ~~kittens~~ okay actually he really does like kittens, shouting, accidental acrobatics
Dislikes:
Slytherins, being put down, being doubted, Nazis, bombs, lack of passion, getting hurt by tripping over things, girls who laugh at him
PB:
ADAM BRODY
Anything else you feel is important:
I DON'T THINK THERE IS ANYTHING IMPORTANT AT THIS POINT THAT I HAVE NOT COVERED
writing sample.

ENTRY NUMERO UNO

Alfred stood in front of the recruiting soldier, knees shaking and chin high.

“I want to join the army,” he piped, trying to keep his voice in the proper pitch for a man three years or older. He was only fifteen…but he FELT older, and that’s what counted, didn’t it? He shoved his papers of residency over at the officer, who looked them over and raised an eyebrow. His lip twitched slightly, as though he was keeping back a laugh that he didn’t want Al to see. He stalked over the still relatively short boy, glaring down at him in a very serious manner.

“So you want to join the boys, son?”

Alfred nodded eagerly. He wanted to. This was all he’d wanted to do ever since he heard about the war last year. Every morning for a week, until he’d got fifty points docked, of course, he had stood on the table yelling the morning news out at the crowd of students. It was his duty to inform them of what was going on in the world…at least, that was what he thought. The teachers thought otherwise and asked him to stop with a detention. But surely, surely this man would understand. The soldier knelt down to Alfred’s level,patting him on the head.

“In three years, we’ll see what we can do. Go home to your mother.”

Well bloody hell. NO one understood.

JOURNAL ENTRY

I broke my arm today. It hurts. I was going to go to the nurse to get it healed, but then I realized it looked far more manly to just suck it up and put it in a sling. Actually,that’s not the case, I look like a wounded animal…but the girls LOVE this kind of thing. They’ve been cooing over me and giving me chocolate frogs all day. Granted, I can’t actually open the frogs except with my teeth, but it’s definitely worth it. Definitely. I suppose you want to know how I got this injury. I fell off my broom in a final victory stroke for Gryffindor, if you must know. Actually, that’s not true at all. I fell down some steps on the fifth floor…and it was COMPLETELY dignified, by the way. It was just a matter of shoelaces being untied, and there being a gap between the steps and the hallway. Apparently I was very lucky to escape with my life. No one saw. I will hex anyone who saw, trust me.

…You didn’t see, right?

…Maybe I’ll go to the nurse after all.

…Has anyone got more chocolate?