Post by bilius charles weasley on Jan 5, 2011 11:15:30 GMT -5
BILIUS CHARLES WEASLEY
BEEDLE , 16 , GRYFFINDOR , HENRY WINDSOR
ADVENTEROUS, NAÏVE, CHILDISH, DARING, GULLIBLE[/CENTER]
I FOUND A MAP TO BURIED TREASURE
AND EVEN IF WE COME HOME EMPTY-HANDED
WE’LL STILL HAVE OUR STORIES
OF BATTLE SCARS, PIRATE SHIPS AND WOUNDED HEARTS,
BROKEN BOKES, AND ALL THE BEST OF FRIENDSHIPS
AND EVEN IF WE COME HOME EMPTY-HANDED
WE’LL STILL HAVE OUR STORIES
OF BATTLE SCARS, PIRATE SHIPS AND WOUNDED HEARTS,
BROKEN BOKES, AND ALL THE BEST OF FRIENDSHIPS
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My name is Bilius Charles Weasley, but sometimes my family will still call me Beedle, as in the bard. I don’t remember this, but apparently when I was three years old, I was obsessed with his stories. And I mean, obsessed. I’d tell the stories to my family over and over again. Mum thought it was cute, everyone else, well, not so much. I’d also try to make up my own songs about stories I came up with myself. That lasted for about a year, so for that year, people just called me Beedle. But most everyone calls me Bilius now.
I’m 16, which means I get to leave Hogwarts soon and do amazing things. I’m a Weasley, so you know I’m a Gryffindor. I’m pretty sure Weasleys are descendants of Gryffindor himself. How else could we explain the whole lot of us being in that house? We pretty much rule the house, you know. Well, we don’t, but we could. We’re too nice for that. Yeah, that’s pretty much a Weasley. We all look the same. Red hair. Usually have dirt on us somewhere. We’re not dirty. We’re poor, yes, but we’re not dirty. It’s just when you have a bunch of guys close to the same age, we’re going to do stupid guy stuff, like climb trees or race our brooms. And we’re all really nice. You can always trust us.
But back to me. I’m a pureblood. I’m not elitist though. I’m also not like my brother, Arthur, who is completely obsessed with muggles. I just don’t see a different. My life is easier than a muggle’s. I can pick up a wand and do something in seconds that could take muggles hours. That’s the only difference I see. So yes, in this war we’re in, I’m on the side of the good guys. I’m brave, but I’m not stupid though. I don’t plan on joining the war. I want to live a long life where I do lots of great things. Signing up to fight in a war will pretty much guarantee that my life ends quickly. I’m not sure what I want to do with my life though. Something heroic. Maybe I’ll travel the world and save damsels in distress. Do they still have those? Maybe I should stick with something easy like discover new creatures. Or maybe I’ll just retire from life among humans and live in a ghoul community. I could write a book about everything I learn! It’s a good thing wizards live so long. It gives me a chance to do a lot.
I don’t have any weaknesses. No, really, I don’t. Okay, well, I guess you could consider how much I talk to be a flaw. Apparently some people do. I just have a lot to say, okay? It probably stems from my family. Sometimes it’s hard to get heard when you’re in a big family, so when I get a chance to actually say what I’m thinking, I take advantage of it. I also have a hard time focusing, especially in classes. My mind just goes from one thing to another and I can’t focus on what the professor says. Like the other day, I was sitting in Charms. The professor mentioned my dismal hovering charm. So I was thinking about hovering and how I wondered if that could work to make me fly if someone was beneath me doing the charm. And then I was thinking about how I could make a sport out of it, where people compete in the air without brooms. How cool would that be? So then I spent the rest of the lesson planning this game and where I would put my big, expensive mansion and which of my cute classmates I would marry. But then I figured it’d be more interesting to be a bachelor. Sorry, ladies!
I’m great at Quidditch. I’m a Beater, have been since the third grade. I’m with Marlene, a pretty girl in my year and house. We’re a great team. So, opposing team, beware! The only two classes I’m any good at are Potions and Care of Magical Creatures. Potions class makes me stay focused because if I don’t pay very close attention, I could blow myself up. And I just love the creatures we get to learn about in Care of Magical Creatures. It’s like playing with pets for an hour, but receiving credit for it. How fantastic is that?
My greatest desire in life is to have a pet hippogriff. Mum and Dad have continually said no. They said our house is packed enough with me and my two brothers. We also cause enough destruction, so we don’t really need any non-owl pets. It’s okay. I’ll get one when I move out. Even though my parents tell me no, I still love them. I’m really close to them and my brothers. We’re just one big happy family. Well, except for when my brothers and I fight. It’s my parents’ fault for having three boys one right after another. It’s really just asking for trouble, if you ask me.
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What’s a wizard without a wand? Clueless and useless. I bought my wand at Ollivander’s before my first year, just like every other British kid ever. My wand, which I’m very proud of, is 11 ½ inches, made of cherry wood, with a dragon heartstring. I know, you’re going, 11 ½ inches? Well, ladies, just remember, the bigger the wand, the bigger the… er… man. Oh yeah.
I’ve had the unfortunate experience to run into a boggart only twice. Once was in class, so that was okay. The form is a chimaera. I know that’s kind of weird since I don’t live in Greece, so I’ll probably never see one, but those guys just freak me out. But it’s okay, I made it play jump rope with its dragon tail, which was hilarious to see. The next time I saw one, I was set up by a girl who will remain nameless who was so mad at me after I tried snogging her after our date that she told me to meet her in an empty classroom so we could continue where we left, but instead, she trapped me in a room with a boggart she hid. Good thing I learned how to get rid of them though. Needless to say, that girl will never see my affections again.
My patronus I just discovered last year. It’s a Fwooper. Thank Merlin that patronuses (patroni? My Latin was never very good.) don’t make sounds. Those things can drive the listener insane. A friend of mine suggested that there was a reason that animal was mine, but I ignored him. I have never driven anyone insane, no matter what my mother says. At best, I’m a little bit annoying, but just a little bit. It took forever to figure out a happy memory good enough to inspire a Patronus, not that I’m a depressed guy or anything. I finally found that if I thought about the first Quidditch game I played, it worked. That was a fantastic day, let me tell you.
I never met a Dementor (Thank Merlin!), but I guess it would be my second year. I got into a terrible fight with some friends because I couldn’t afford gifts for them for Christmas. I felt awful, but they got mad and said we weren’t friends. For an entire month, life was completely miserable. I hate thinking about that. I learned a good lesson when we finally made up though. Don’t try to be something you’re not. When I finally admitted that I didn’t buy them anything because my parents couldn’t afford the pocket money, they felt really bad and instantly tripped over themselves to apologize and say they didn’t need gifts. My greatest desire is just to have a job I love with money I can throw around. My dad has a job he loves, but we’re poor. I see people who have lots of money, but hate their jobs. I want to find a happy medium somewhere.
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EXPERIENCE 10 years
CONTACT PM
MEMBER TITLE Gryffindor Sixth Year (Beater, if I can?)
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Gryffindor
HAIR COLOR: Red
EYE COLOR: Blue[/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS None yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Perhaps someone should have warned the storeowner that Lucy should not have been allowed around pets. Personally, Rose would not let Lucy around any sort of animal. But her cousin was not stupid, Rose knew. Lucy did not have a stable home life and she would not bring an animal into that lifestyle. Lucy would try to get someone else to buy a pet she could visit often though. It was a surprise she had not already surprised their grandparents with some sort of furry creature.
“Ooh,” Rose smiled at the little, playful kitten. She wondered how her father would feel about the pet. It was obvious Rose’s mother loved cats. But her father, well, not so much, “Maybe if I bought my dad that cute kitten, he’d get over his hatred for cats. And I’m sure he’d always welcome his favourite niece to come play with the kitty.” Her blue eyes twinkled with delight. Rose was not sure who her father’s favourite nice was, or if he even had one. Uncle George probably preferred Lucy. They were very similar. If Rose had an uncle who liked her best, it was probably Percy. Lucky Rose.
Rose had envied Lucy for being able to play with kittens all day until she watched her cousin provided a hunt for the owls. Gross! This would be the part of the conversation where Rose was supposed to say something such as ‘Oh, that’s yucky. But don’t feel bad. At my job, I have to do horrible things like _________.’ Unfortunately, if Rose said such a thing, aurors would be all over her like the owls on that or rats. That was the bad part about being an Unspeakable. She could not even tell her own parents about the dangers she faced every day --- or did she face dangers? You’ll never know. The punishment for sharing anything is imprisonment.
“My life?” Rose sighed. She hated talking about her life. What was she allowed to say? She was a single young adult. Her life revolved around work. She was a workaholic. Her job was just so fascinating! Sighing again, Rose continued, “Not much has changed really. Life is just the same as always. But I did narrowly miss one of those stupid muggle cameramen the other day. Don’t they have anything better to do?” And that was the trick. Shift into changing the subject so subtly that no one even noticed. The first few days of work training just were seminars about how to avoid talking at work. The most popular was divert away from the question. People liked talking about themselves. If they ask you a question, sort of answer, and then direct back to them, they would be so happy that they would start blabbing for a while. People were so obvious. That was part of Rose’s stance in the muggle and wizarding battle. They were all people. Both liked talking about each other. But Rose was not about to start discussing politics with Lucy. It was too nice to see her cousin.
“Ooh,” Rose smiled at the little, playful kitten. She wondered how her father would feel about the pet. It was obvious Rose’s mother loved cats. But her father, well, not so much, “Maybe if I bought my dad that cute kitten, he’d get over his hatred for cats. And I’m sure he’d always welcome his favourite niece to come play with the kitty.” Her blue eyes twinkled with delight. Rose was not sure who her father’s favourite nice was, or if he even had one. Uncle George probably preferred Lucy. They were very similar. If Rose had an uncle who liked her best, it was probably Percy. Lucky Rose.
Rose had envied Lucy for being able to play with kittens all day until she watched her cousin provided a hunt for the owls. Gross! This would be the part of the conversation where Rose was supposed to say something such as ‘Oh, that’s yucky. But don’t feel bad. At my job, I have to do horrible things like _________.’ Unfortunately, if Rose said such a thing, aurors would be all over her like the owls on that or rats. That was the bad part about being an Unspeakable. She could not even tell her own parents about the dangers she faced every day --- or did she face dangers? You’ll never know. The punishment for sharing anything is imprisonment.
“My life?” Rose sighed. She hated talking about her life. What was she allowed to say? She was a single young adult. Her life revolved around work. She was a workaholic. Her job was just so fascinating! Sighing again, Rose continued, “Not much has changed really. Life is just the same as always. But I did narrowly miss one of those stupid muggle cameramen the other day. Don’t they have anything better to do?” And that was the trick. Shift into changing the subject so subtly that no one even noticed. The first few days of work training just were seminars about how to avoid talking at work. The most popular was divert away from the question. People liked talking about themselves. If they ask you a question, sort of answer, and then direct back to them, they would be so happy that they would start blabbing for a while. People were so obvious. That was part of Rose’s stance in the muggle and wizarding battle. They were all people. Both liked talking about each other. But Rose was not about to start discussing politics with Lucy. It was too nice to see her cousin.
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