pinkpanther5627@hotmail.com — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 14:31:50 GMT

COME ONE, COME ALL TO LYSANDER LOVEGOOD'S FABULOUS CELEBRATION OF NOTHING!!!

Today, Saturday, the Room of Requirement. The party starts at eight, DON'T BE LATE.

pinkpanther5627@hotmail.com — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:03:02 GMT

I AM DYING. DYING. IS ANYONE ELSE DYING? THESE CLASSES ARE KILLING ME. THEY'RE STABBING ME IN THE EYES WITH THEIR POINTY NARGLE CLAWS AND I HATE THEM.

Ugh.

Luce, help with Transfiguration, pleaaaase?

pinkpanther5627@hotmail.com — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 21:45:45 GMT

I cannot believe that in a few short days we will be back at Hogwarts once again. Not that I don't like it, mind you. It's just very...routine by now. Ahhh. Who's up for one last adventure?

pinkpanther5627@hotmail.com — Sat, 21 Mar 2009 07:53:43 GMT

OOC INFO
Name: Jessi
Age: 18!
aim/e-mail: wonkyfinger/pinkpanther5627@hotmail.com
experience: colourexplosion
how did you hear about us? well, I created you! ...us. it. right.

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Lysander Lovegood
Birthday/Age: December 18th, 16
House/Year: Gryffindor, 6th
Classes: NEWT Herbology, NEWT Potions, NEWT Transfiguration, NEWT Charms, NEWT DADA
History: Lysander was born on a snowy day in December to Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander. Now, being the odd family that they are, Rolf (whom Luna had met while hunting Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in Sweden) insisted that all the children have Luna's last name. He always claimed that Scamander was the worst name anyone could possibly have and, well, he was right. Lysander grew up rather in the shadow of his older brother, Lorcan. They were very close, but Lorcan was always better at everything he did. If they both tried flying broomsticks, Lorcan would fly five feet higher and ten feet further without even trying to. Lysander quickly adapted to this, realizing that there are worse ways for things to be. At least his family loved each other.

So, throughout his childhood, Lysander lay low, finding comfort in his brother's shadow. All the attention was never on him, and he got quite used to it. He got so used to it, in fact, that when Lorcan's letter for Hogwarts arrived, Lysander blinked dumbly and walked into his bedroom and didn't emerge for three days. When he did, his eyes were red and puffy, and he wouldn't speak. Lorcan, of course, was too excited to notice anything was wrong. In the year that Lorcan was at school, Lysander, while missing his brother dearly, blossomed into a real person. He learned how to speak to people without someone at his side, and he learned that it isn't the end of the world to be alone. So, when he joined Lorcan the next year at Hogwarts, he was indeed excited to be with his older brother again, but he was even more excited to make friends. A whole new world had been opened up to him, and he planned to explore it.

Lysander quickly found his own friends, leaving Lorcan to do his own thing. His best friend became Lucy Weasley. The two were an odd pair, but still stayed with each other through it all. They did everything together, and still do. It's hard to find them apart. Lysander also found out quickly that he was exceptionally good at Herbology and Charms, two subjects his brother had never been strong in. He has immense pride in his abilities in the two subjects and even offers to tutor people in them.

Personality: Lysander, when you first meet him, is extremely shy. It comes from living in his brother's shadow for most of his life, but oh if you start him on one of his favourite subjects, he'll talk your ear right off and be your friend for the rest of your days together. He's extremely loyal, especially to those he loves most, such as his friends and family. He's very protective. He can be reckless at times, but usually he's goofing off with Lucy, or studying for Transfiguration. (Or writing letters to his mum.) Lys, with the exception of Transfiguration, makes very good marks. He's quite intelligent, and the sorting hat had quite a difficult time choosing between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Not that he knows it, but the hat chose Gryffindor because Lysander tends to be...emotional. Not whiny, just very passionate about things. He has a bit of a temper- which he always apologizes for after it gets the best of him- and he has a tendency to jump to conclusions. He's also very sarcastic sometimes when he's upset, and most people can't tell if he's kidding. He was brought up properly though, so he generally tries to be as polite as possible.

With his parents being who they are, you'd really think Lysander would've ended up being a nutter, but really he's quite normal. He doesn't believe in the Crumple Horned Snorkack, or the Blibbering Humdinger- which, to be honest, disappoints his mum a bit. Really, he doesn't believe in anything except Nargles, because by Merlin they exist. There's no other explanation for what it could've been that attacked him- uh. anyway.

Major Details:
-Is deathly afraid of nargles. Yes, believes in nargles and, I reiterate, is deathly afraid of them. This fear is caused by the Great Nargle Incident of 2015, of which Lysander does not like to speak.
-Loves plants. He's definitely Professor Longbottom's favorite student. (It helps that Professor Longbottom was friends with his mum.)
-Has a knack for wordless and wandless magic. Not that he's been reading Lorcan's books about it or anything, oh no. Ahem.
-Loves Muggle playing cards. He collects them. Packs of them. His room at home is filled with cards. His parents think he's bonkers. Which is saying a lot.
-His best friend forever (BFF OMG) is Lucy Weasley. He loves her dearly, and she loves him dearly and it is just a good deal all around. He would do anything for her, and he's sure she'd do the same for him. But they're just friends, you know.

PB: Hunter Parrish

WRITING SAMPLE

Lysander can't breathe. There is a nargle staring at him, and oh dear Merlin he cannot breathe. This is not good. The nargle is still staring at him and now he can't move in addition to being unable to breathe. He can hear footsteps outside his door, in the corridor, but he can't breathe, so he can't yell for help. Oh bugger it. OH HOLY-It just moved. It moved towards him. Oh why do all the nargles always want to be his friend? Why do they only find him? There's not even any mistletoe around.

..Right?

Lysander looks around quickly and then looks back to the nargle. Except, it's gone. Oh dear Merlin. The nargle is gone. Oh god oh bugger oh fuck fuck fuc-

"Lysander?"

"AAAGHHHHHH!" Lysander jumps out of bed with a scream and runs towards his father at the door way. Really, he doesn't so much run towards his father as directly into his father, effectively tackling him into the corridor. Lorcan and Luna simply stare at the heap of limbs in front of them. There is silence as they stare.

"There was a nargle," Lysander says quietly, the pout already forming on his face. He's going to cry.