Post by marlene edith mckinnon on Jan 3, 2011 18:17:30 GMT -5
MARLENE EDITH MCKINNON
MAR , 16 , GRYFFINDOR , TAMSIN EGERTON
EXTROVERT, EXPANSIVE, FLIGHTY, INCONSIDERATE, OUTDOORSY[/CENTER]
WELL YOU MADE YOUR BED, I MADE MINE!
BECAUSE WHEN I ARRIVE, I’LL BRING THE FIRE
MAKE YOU COME ALIVE, I CAN TAKE YOU HIGHER
WHAT IS THIS, FORGOT?
I MUST NOW REMIND YOU
LET IT ROCK
BECAUSE WHEN I ARRIVE, I’LL BRING THE FIRE
MAKE YOU COME ALIVE, I CAN TAKE YOU HIGHER
WHAT IS THIS, FORGOT?
I MUST NOW REMIND YOU
LET IT ROCK
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EXPERIENCE 10 years
CONTACT PM
MEMBER TITLE Gryffindor Sixth Year... Beater
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Gryffindor
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Brown [/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Lucy could only raise an eyebrow and shake her head when Lily responded with such a morose attitude. Now, Lucy didn’t know what was going on, but she thought that she had hit the nail on the head with her Scorpius theory. Lucy wasn’t the type of person to mope around when things weren’t going her way. In fact, in this regard Lucy was the exact opposite of Lily. Lucy had found herself in a similar situation while at Hogwarts. Her best friend had dated the boy she had adored for ages. He had been a Hufflepuff, and the most friendly and caring person Lucy had ever met. Lucy had adored him, but unfortunately, so had Lucy’s friend. When their Hufflepuff knight in shining armour had picked Lucy’s friend, well, Lucy had to admit she had moped around for a day or two. But in the end, he had made his choice. Lucy wouldn’t want to be with someone constantly pining over someone else, especially if that someone else was her best friend. So she had moved on, met a studious Ravenclaw with a secret wild streak. If Lily ever confided in Lucy, she’d probably tell her that story. She would hope that Lily would catch the moral, which Lucy always thought was something along the lines of not settling to be second best in someone’s eyes. Always strive to be first.
It was difficult for Lucy to relate on so many levels. One, because she didn’t know the whole story here. What she saw was her cousin, upset because the boy she liked was dating another cousin, but she supposed she could also be upset because Scorpius was a bit of a bad boy. Lily was young and impressionable. Maybe Uncle George had been saying some particularly outrageous things lately? Two, she just wasn’t a very empathic individual. That was her sister, Molly. Many of the family would comment on how Lucy was Fred and George, but with a dash of Charlie and some of Percy’s mannerisms. None of these Weasleys were well known for their empathy. In fact, most Weasleys weren’t known for empathy. They had to sort of breed it in. Audrey had a lot to spare, being an anthropologist and all, but all Lucy had managed to pick up from her mother was how much fun it must be to be an anthropologist because most of them got to spend a portion of their year travelling for work.
But she could relate to tears. “Aw, Lily...” Lucy wasn’t sure how to comfort her cousin, but it was obvious she needed some sort of offer of understanding and comfort. The poor kid looked totally crestfallen. Lucy found herself fervently wishing Grandmum would come home and take over. If anyone knew the right thing to say in any situation it was Molly Weasley. Both Molly Weasleys. Of course, neither one would be very useful in this situation as Lily was already up and running away. With the merest acknowledgment that there had indeed been a conversation taking place over cake, Lily was up and out the door before Lucy had a chance to respond.
The magizoologist sat silently for several seconds, a bit shocked. She stared at the door, her fork frozen her hand, positioned halfway between her plate and her mouth. She wondered if she should go after Lily, but she figured that Aunt Ginny was at home, and she was much better suited to talking Lily down than Lucy was. So, Lucy got up and grabbed her newspapers and magazines from the table. Taking her seat once again, the young woman quietly finished her cake while she caught up on both the news in general, and the news in her field. She glanced up at Lily’s empty seat and hoped that the girl found some sort of peace with her situation at some point. Lucy would be more than happy to introduce her to some blokes.
Finishing her cake, Lucy glanced stealthily around the kitchen. Lily was clearly not coming back, and she was still the only one at home. So, without a second thought she pulled Lily’s half eaten cake over to her side of the table and dug in. She really wasn’t about to let such delicious cake go to waste.
It was difficult for Lucy to relate on so many levels. One, because she didn’t know the whole story here. What she saw was her cousin, upset because the boy she liked was dating another cousin, but she supposed she could also be upset because Scorpius was a bit of a bad boy. Lily was young and impressionable. Maybe Uncle George had been saying some particularly outrageous things lately? Two, she just wasn’t a very empathic individual. That was her sister, Molly. Many of the family would comment on how Lucy was Fred and George, but with a dash of Charlie and some of Percy’s mannerisms. None of these Weasleys were well known for their empathy. In fact, most Weasleys weren’t known for empathy. They had to sort of breed it in. Audrey had a lot to spare, being an anthropologist and all, but all Lucy had managed to pick up from her mother was how much fun it must be to be an anthropologist because most of them got to spend a portion of their year travelling for work.
But she could relate to tears. “Aw, Lily...” Lucy wasn’t sure how to comfort her cousin, but it was obvious she needed some sort of offer of understanding and comfort. The poor kid looked totally crestfallen. Lucy found herself fervently wishing Grandmum would come home and take over. If anyone knew the right thing to say in any situation it was Molly Weasley. Both Molly Weasleys. Of course, neither one would be very useful in this situation as Lily was already up and running away. With the merest acknowledgment that there had indeed been a conversation taking place over cake, Lily was up and out the door before Lucy had a chance to respond.
The magizoologist sat silently for several seconds, a bit shocked. She stared at the door, her fork frozen her hand, positioned halfway between her plate and her mouth. She wondered if she should go after Lily, but she figured that Aunt Ginny was at home, and she was much better suited to talking Lily down than Lucy was. So, Lucy got up and grabbed her newspapers and magazines from the table. Taking her seat once again, the young woman quietly finished her cake while she caught up on both the news in general, and the news in her field. She glanced up at Lily’s empty seat and hoped that the girl found some sort of peace with her situation at some point. Lucy would be more than happy to introduce her to some blokes.
Finishing her cake, Lucy glanced stealthily around the kitchen. Lily was clearly not coming back, and she was still the only one at home. So, without a second thought she pulled Lily’s half eaten cake over to her side of the table and dug in. She really wasn’t about to let such delicious cake go to waste.
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