Gelsey Kennicot (kennicot) wrote,
@ 2008-03-03 08:17:00

...profilicus totalis!

Gelsey A. S. Kennicot

the girl!

FULL NAME: Gelsey Annamaria Sophoclia Kennicot
NAME'S MEANING: A variety of jasmine (gelsemium). Gelsey was the name of a fairy queen who lives in a jasmine-filled glen.
NICKNAMES: Gels, Gellie (pronounced both like "Jelly" and "Gil-lee" like in "gillyweed", depending on who's saying it), Kenny, Weirdo
HEIGHT: 5' 4"
BUILD: Petite and slender with an almost disproportionately ample bosom.
BIRTHDATE: 18 March 1981
RESIDENCE: 42 Grover Street, Bloomsbury, London, WC1

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Pisces
AGE: Sixteen
HOUSE AND YEAR: Hufflepuff, 6th Year Prefect
BLOODLINE: Halfblood
WAND: White lilac tree and mooncalf hair, 9 3/4th inches, light and pliable. White lilacs symbolize youthful innocence.
SEXUALITY: Straight as an arrow.

personality!

"A prefect at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a student who has been given extra authority and responsibilities." --The Harry Potter Wiki.

And if anyone had predicted that Gelsey A. S. Kennicot would have been a prefect, then she has a bag of leprechaun gold for you to spend on Diagon Alley. Freewheeling, slightly reckless, and clearly in her own world--and a curious world at that--Gelsey is a nice girl, but an odd girl--she'd imagine her best friends would even admit that, but aren't diamonds just odd rocks? And everyone seems to want one. Who wouldn't want to have a Gelsey, bizarre and bouncy, in their life?

Especially the more uptight ones, so busy with schoolwork and being proper, taking themselves oh so SERIOUSLY. Gelsey just doesn't understand: they're WIZARDS! Why wear Muggle clothes that coordinate? Why not sing the school song for no good reason, why not try new spells that backfire and turn your hair green? And why not keep your hair green for a good week just for the hell of it? Why is everyone so concerned to be so noooormal anyway? You're a WIZARD. It means you're different than ninety-nine point seven percent of all humans. Embrace the weird. Gelsey is unabashed in her absolute joy of being a witch. It is, to use a few Muggle phrases, bitchin, wicked, and SUPERCOOL. You can make things HOVER without STRINGS. And change things into rats! From TEACUPS! And and and--fly! On brooms! Like for real! Ohmigod. Being magical is the coolest. Ever.

It is her uncontained delight and excitement at being at Hogwarts and being magical that the reason to why she is Prefect comes out: Gelsey is smart and Gelsey respects the rules, but there are few others in the school with the amount of exuberance for magic and all that it means than she has. What is so wrong with having a person so clearly thrilled with drinking the marrow of life--learning all kinds of spells and trying them out constantly, refusing to conform--as someone to look up to as a leader? Even if she's wearing what looks like antlers on her head with a floor length purple skirt used as a strapless dress with red and white striped tights?

She has a short attention span, and has a habit of changing the subject to whatever lands on her mind. Discussing Quidditch? That's nice, what do you think a unicorn burger tastes like? How about that potions assignment, so tricky. Right, right, yes, trick--if a Veela looks in a mirror, does she seduce herself? How about the weather, think it will keep snowing like this? I bloody well think so, it seems--let's keep talking, but speak in French accents!

The girl has the concentrating abilities of a flea, unless she forces herself to stay on task. Sometimes, it's important to be serious and genuine. Sometimes, you have to be real. But so far, Gelsey has done a good job avoiding anything sad by being silly enough to twist any frown not just upside down but on its side in absolute befuddlement. Why be upset when you can put on a silly outfit and knick some homebaked treats from Evelyn's stash and eat all of the food upside down? Or even better! Oh! While you are upside down eating the food upside down, YES! BRILLIANT! There might be better listeners at Hogwarts, more compassionate people to give you a hug and let you cry for hours, but there is no one better at taking your mind off of things and taking it seventy frillion miles away from your troubles than one Gelsey A. S. Kennicot. At your servi--did you see the thestral wings she made out of netting and harp strings? Don't you think they would be BRILLIANT to wear to Potions?! And charm them so that they flap in intervals?! Bloody BRILLIANT!

Gelsey's one true talent is Divination. It is her best subject, and she actually has made several chillingly accurate predictions. Ron snogging Lavender. Harry in the Triwizard Tournament. Luna riding a Thestral. Other things that she can make out in a crystal ball. The problem is, for all of the accurate things she can predict, her attention wanders sometimes before she can actually divine out what she is being told, and divination is not just about having a mind wired to receive the unknowable, but also the patience (something that Trelawney prays Gelsey will develop with time and as she appreciates her rare gift). Think about what else she would know if she wasn't so distracted by--well, everything. Why can't you charm Tarot cards to talk our their meanings? Let's go try!

Oh. And she is madly in love with Justin Finch-Fletchley and has all of their future six children named. Right down to their second middle name, from the first (Ashlidale Theresa Nymphadora Finch-Fletchley to Zenith Brian Tristan Finch-Fletchley. Why did he want Laura and not her? Possibly because she was off trying to charm roses on all of the hedges and then make the roses talk, but--still! What does a girl have to do to make the boy she LOVES fall for her? She has giant boobs, why doesn't that mean anything? Huh? Please, someone elucidate here?

Well. Other than TELL him to his face. I mean...that's NOT an option. Why? Other than the fact about that whole "not being serious and genuine because she's terrified of getting her heart broken like it was broken by her father's absence, and she really loves Justin, every bit of him from his floppy bangs to his sense of humor," other than THAT? Eeeermmmm...LOOK! A THESTRAL! **poof!**)

history!

From the moment she became a sentient being, Gelsey knew that she was different.

Born to Petraus Willsby, a Pureblood wizard, and Maria Kennicot, a curator at the British Museum, Gelsey only knew her father for two months of her life before he disappeared. Maria, left alone with an infant and crushed by her fiance's unexpected and unexplained departure. There still is no explanation for his leaving, but Gelsey has decided that her father was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and killed in a mighty battle between good and evil, pre-Harry Potter's saving of wizardkind. Or! Or! Her father was a Secretkeeper of something noble and huge and sent to a far off land, and he is still there, waiting from word to come back--from James Potter! Who died! So her father is still there, in Thailand, in a jungle, just WAITING for someone to tell him to return home to his baby girl! THAT'S EXACTLY IT!

He couldn't have just been overwhelmed at getting that nice, sexy girl who worked in the Egyptian Wing preggers--and a Muggle girl, she was a Muggle, for Merlin's sake, she looked so terrified at him when he said what he was! Pregnant, and he was trying to do the right thing, but it was all too much. No. Of course not. Gelsey's father was a MEMBER OF THE ORDER. AND HE IS IN THAILAND. OR DEAD. WHICHEVER IS EASIER.

And that is what she believes. She grew up, then, in Muggleworld, but better than that, with a full run of the Museum and its storage holds. Her entire childhood was a fantasy world, and when she could make odd things happen, like levitate the diagramme of a wooly mammoth when she was pretending to escape its evil charge or make all of the hangings in the Rose Wars room tilt in time with her head, a song she was making up on the spot. It was her make believe world, all of the oddness just made...sense. She would even pretend she *was* a witch, making spells that would do anything from bring her father back to make the skeletons come alive to making her rich, famous, and a good dancer. Since she was not.

What she also was not, was normal. The other children in her school never played make believe like she did, as hard and as devoted. They didn't want to wear costumes to school, they did not want to talk in funny voices for hours, they did not want to NOT ask questions about her absent father and why she had her mother's last name. Different. But who gave a bloody rip. In her mind, Gelsey was king of her own secret planet. And it was one hell of a place to be.

To discover that she was a witch was, to put it mildly, a delight. Her mother was slightly conflicted to have a daughter follow in the footsteps of That Bloody Wanker Father of Hers (that was his first name, his last name was A Sodding Prat of a Man), but a visit from a wizard who discussed all of Ms. Kennicot's questions on magic and wizardry had the woman satisfied that her odd child would be, for once, normal. Little did she know. Gelsey was sorted into Hufflepuff, though the Sorting Hat took the longest of anyone else in her year. Not Slytherin, clearly not. Gryffindor was for the bold and brave, and while Gelsey was fearless in her pursuit of life, she might miss the train of when to be courageous and stand together, too busy seeing how many times spinning herself in a circle she would need to be so dizzy that she wanted to vomit (twenty-nine at last try). While Gelsey was quite intelligent and has proven herself to be an excellent student, her schoolwork was never as important as her daydreaming, something that would put her at odds with her Housemates. They would all be concerned with being tops in class while Gelsey--hey! Look at that! SHINY. Well. Yes. Hufflepuff, however, was a home. With best friends, like Melanie! And others! Well, maybe not Ernie, he probably thinks her too queer to function, but whatever! She'll just put on her blue-tinted glasses and charm her hair pink and sing the "Ernie Needs to Loosen Up Song!" Hufflepuff rules!

Wait. Where was she. Oh, yes, first year, where the professors practically had to leash her to keep her from exploring the cabinets and muzzle her to stop her from bothering them for new spells and if you could charm the floor to make it speak when you stepped on it and why doesn't McGonagall teach class as a cat once, can't she? IT WOULD BE SO COOL. Her enthusiasm never dampened, and over the years, as she has learned more spells, her excitement has gotten almost uncontrollable. There are spells for EVERYTHING! Ohmigod! Hogwarts is the best place in the WORLD, and Gelsey cannot imagine leaving--EVER.

ooc!

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