OOC INFO
Name: Amanda (a.k.a. SASHA FIERCE)
Age: 18
aim/e-mail: atlantist
experience: ~amigurumi
how did you hear about us? magic.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Theodore John Lupin
Birthday/Age: September 25th // 17
House/Year: Gryffindor // seventh
Classes: Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, DADA, Charms.
History: Uh, well. I guess it all started when Mum met Dad and sparks flew and then more-than-sparks flew and next thing you know me mum's preggers and me da's off fighting in wars and stuff. 'Course, Mum wasn't so happy with that, being the feminist Auror woman/womyn she was, so right after she pops me out, she drops me off with Grandma and floats on off to war after him. They both died proudly in combat when I was still short of one year, fighting to save Hogwarts from Voldemort. 'Course I don't remember any of this, but it's what Grandma and Harry tell me, so it's probably pretty accurate. Listen, I mean, don't go and feel awful for me, being an orphan and all. I can't even remember their faces unless I've got a picture in front of me, but Gran tells people I look just like my mum but with my dad's coloring. And anyway, that's why I've got Grandma around, she's been both a mum and a dad to me ever since, and everything she can't do, I've got my godfather Harry 'round for. Yeah, that Harry. Boy Who Lived and all.
I'm real lucky for him too, because it can get pretty lonely for a boy, with just his Grandma around for company most days. Which isn't to say I don't love Grandma, Merlin knows I do, but I always loved when Harry'd bring me 'round to the rest of the Weasley clan to play with. I'm older than all of them, but just by a little. I mean. Vic's only a few months younger than me. Guess that's why she's my favorite of all of them, since we're so close in age. She and I would herd the rest of the Weasley kids around, make them play house and stuff with us. I mean. Vic played house. She made me be her husband. Mostly I just did whatever she said. Even then, Victoire Weasley's got a temper like nobody else if you don't go her way, but I don't mind.
Went to Hogwarts when I was eleven, same as most. Hat sorted me into Gryffindor right of the bat. Said "Too much Lupin in you to make you a Hufflepuff like your mother!" and I'm sort of glad. I mean, I've always got something from my Mum around, I'm a metamorphmagus just like her, but I'd always sort of missed out on anything of my Dad's, so it was nice to have that. Gryffindor's alright, no better than most Houses I guess. (Harry says I'm like my Dad because I'm always looking on both sides, but Grandma says that's because I'm a Libra.) Vic went with me that first year, but she got Slytherin (like the snakeish woman she is, always up to something that one) so we didn't get to see each other all that much, but we managed. She's still my favorite, but don't tell her 'cause her ego'll just get bigger, and then what'll I do?
Now that I'm a seventh year I'm really looking about jobs and stuff. I'm thinking of going to be an Auror someday, but Grandma wants me to "be sensible" about what I do, so I might just end up working at one of the Weasley clan's jobs because they're always hiring somewhere in that family. I'm lucky that they adopted me so nice. Oh, and Grandma keeps wanting me to settle down with a nice bird sometime soon too, but I don't think that's happening soon. There's this one, you know, this one that I've sort of been after for a while. Not obnoxious or anything, but just sort of. But ah, you know, girls are so. Flighty. It doesn't matter.
Personality: I'm an alright guy, I think. I mean. I try to be. Grandma always trained me to be a gentleman, and so I am, because she'd find out if I wasn't. She's good at that. She also, and Harry helped out a ton with this one too, taught me to be proud of my family. Both my parents fought against evil and they won, even if it cost them their whole lives. So I'm proud of that, and I try to do the same thing, doing what I believe in at all costs. Not that I'm all serious, though. Grandma's alway getting on me for being a smartmouth, but I always say Grandma that can't be right, or else I'd be getting better Potions marks. She laughs before she yells at me for it, which is something.
Major Details: Uh. Shite. Major details about me. Well, I'm a metamorphmagus, like me Mum. Right now I've been keeping my hair red since Gryffindor's running for the cup this year (not that I play quidditch. only thing I can do on a broom is fall off it.), and sometimes it goes pink without me noticing, but normally my hair's a bit of a mousy brown, like my dad's. Swear I don't change anything but my hair, though, so don't listen to a word Victoire says about me being two inches shorter and a whole lot skinnier. She's just jealous she can't do this. (Not that she needs to. Any prettier and that girl's going to get arrested for being too pretty. Shite. Don't tell her I said.) I like chocolate a whole lot, I don't listen to muggle music, I wish I had at least ten more brothers and sisters. What more to say?
PB: Justin Long
WRITING SAMPLE
"Shite shite shite," Teddy muttered, turning around the middle of his dorm room for the seventh time. The curse words lost all their bite at his lips, however, something almost innocent whenever Teddy cursed. He ran a hand through his bright red hair and took a deep breath, thinking a moment. Where had he left that Merlin-forsaken bag of his. Teddy was always losing things, it was an awful habit. He'd lose his own wand if he didn't need it for classes, and even that logic fell through sometimes. The room around him was shredded, as if a large, Teddy-shaped tornado had recently been through, uncovering last year's essays, old socks, a few molding pieces of food, and yet still no bag. Teddy growled a frustrated sigh and took off running out the door, not bothering to pick up his mess. He was about to be late to dinner with Victoire.
Name: Amanda (a.k.a. SASHA FIERCE)
Age: 18
aim/e-mail: atlantist
experience: ~amigurumi
how did you hear about us? magic.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Theodore John Lupin
Birthday/Age: September 25th // 17
House/Year: Gryffindor // seventh
Classes: Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, DADA, Charms.
History: Uh, well. I guess it all started when Mum met Dad and sparks flew and then more-than-sparks flew and next thing you know me mum's preggers and me da's off fighting in wars and stuff. 'Course, Mum wasn't so happy with that, being the feminist Auror woman/womyn she was, so right after she pops me out, she drops me off with Grandma and floats on off to war after him. They both died proudly in combat when I was still short of one year, fighting to save Hogwarts from Voldemort. 'Course I don't remember any of this, but it's what Grandma and Harry tell me, so it's probably pretty accurate. Listen, I mean, don't go and feel awful for me, being an orphan and all. I can't even remember their faces unless I've got a picture in front of me, but Gran tells people I look just like my mum but with my dad's coloring. And anyway, that's why I've got Grandma around, she's been both a mum and a dad to me ever since, and everything she can't do, I've got my godfather Harry 'round for. Yeah, that Harry. Boy Who Lived and all.
I'm real lucky for him too, because it can get pretty lonely for a boy, with just his Grandma around for company most days. Which isn't to say I don't love Grandma, Merlin knows I do, but I always loved when Harry'd bring me 'round to the rest of the Weasley clan to play with. I'm older than all of them, but just by a little. I mean. Vic's only a few months younger than me. Guess that's why she's my favorite of all of them, since we're so close in age. She and I would herd the rest of the Weasley kids around, make them play house and stuff with us. I mean. Vic played house. She made me be her husband. Mostly I just did whatever she said. Even then, Victoire Weasley's got a temper like nobody else if you don't go her way, but I don't mind.
Went to Hogwarts when I was eleven, same as most. Hat sorted me into Gryffindor right of the bat. Said "Too much Lupin in you to make you a Hufflepuff like your mother!" and I'm sort of glad. I mean, I've always got something from my Mum around, I'm a metamorphmagus just like her, but I'd always sort of missed out on anything of my Dad's, so it was nice to have that. Gryffindor's alright, no better than most Houses I guess. (Harry says I'm like my Dad because I'm always looking on both sides, but Grandma says that's because I'm a Libra.) Vic went with me that first year, but she got Slytherin (like the snakeish woman she is, always up to something that one) so we didn't get to see each other all that much, but we managed. She's still my favorite, but don't tell her 'cause her ego'll just get bigger, and then what'll I do?
Now that I'm a seventh year I'm really looking about jobs and stuff. I'm thinking of going to be an Auror someday, but Grandma wants me to "be sensible" about what I do, so I might just end up working at one of the Weasley clan's jobs because they're always hiring somewhere in that family. I'm lucky that they adopted me so nice. Oh, and Grandma keeps wanting me to settle down with a nice bird sometime soon too, but I don't think that's happening soon. There's this one, you know, this one that I've sort of been after for a while. Not obnoxious or anything, but just sort of. But ah, you know, girls are so. Flighty. It doesn't matter.
Personality: I'm an alright guy, I think. I mean. I try to be. Grandma always trained me to be a gentleman, and so I am, because she'd find out if I wasn't. She's good at that. She also, and Harry helped out a ton with this one too, taught me to be proud of my family. Both my parents fought against evil and they won, even if it cost them their whole lives. So I'm proud of that, and I try to do the same thing, doing what I believe in at all costs. Not that I'm all serious, though. Grandma's alway getting on me for being a smartmouth, but I always say Grandma that can't be right, or else I'd be getting better Potions marks. She laughs before she yells at me for it, which is something.
Major Details: Uh. Shite. Major details about me. Well, I'm a metamorphmagus, like me Mum. Right now I've been keeping my hair red since Gryffindor's running for the cup this year (not that I play quidditch. only thing I can do on a broom is fall off it.), and sometimes it goes pink without me noticing, but normally my hair's a bit of a mousy brown, like my dad's. Swear I don't change anything but my hair, though, so don't listen to a word Victoire says about me being two inches shorter and a whole lot skinnier. She's just jealous she can't do this. (Not that she needs to. Any prettier and that girl's going to get arrested for being too pretty. Shite. Don't tell her I said.) I like chocolate a whole lot, I don't listen to muggle music, I wish I had at least ten more brothers and sisters. What more to say?
PB: Justin Long
WRITING SAMPLE
"Shite shite shite," Teddy muttered, turning around the middle of his dorm room for the seventh time. The curse words lost all their bite at his lips, however, something almost innocent whenever Teddy cursed. He ran a hand through his bright red hair and took a deep breath, thinking a moment. Where had he left that Merlin-forsaken bag of his. Teddy was always losing things, it was an awful habit. He'd lose his own wand if he didn't need it for classes, and even that logic fell through sometimes. The room around him was shredded, as if a large, Teddy-shaped tornado had recently been through, uncovering last year's essays, old socks, a few molding pieces of food, and yet still no bag. Teddy growled a frustrated sigh and took off running out the door, not bothering to pick up his mess. He was about to be late to dinner with Victoire.
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