Post by mycah olliver jane on Jan 14, 2011 17:59:02 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]mycah olliver jane
sixteen ▪ hufflepuff ▪ donald glover
GEEK, NERD, NAIVE, IMMATURE, SILLY
So, uhm, my history! I guess it’s sort of weird. Not in a bad way. A lot of kids about the school have these terrible pasts. Like, I once spent some time talking to Kyndrick Laurent and she told me her mum killed herself when Kyn was only a kid. My past is nothing like that. I guess, I’d just describe it as mildly obscure and tremendously confusing to me at the time. Parts of my past, I can’t even describe because there are some facts I don’t know about myself. Like, my parents. My biological ones I mean. I’ve got no clue who they were or if they’re still around. I don’t know what my blood status is because I don’t know anything about them. As an infant, I was placed into the care of an orphanage in London and that’s where my first memories begin.
Most of those early memories are weird little snippets. I don’t remember them being all that bad. I was so little that I didn’t understand about my parents being gone. I felt like the other kids there were my family. And it was a good home. The people who worked there were always smiling and always looking after us. They cared a lot. You’d think an orphanage would be so awful, like in stories, but it wasn’t.
When I was about three and a half years old, I was adopted into the Jane family. Daniel and Natalie wanted a child, but Natalie couldn’t conceive one. They wanted a baby, an infant. But, when they came to the orphanage, I walked into the room and they just knew that I would be their child. My mum describes it as fate. My dad describes it as luck. They both said it was love at first sight. I was supposed to be their son and they wanted me in their family.
So, after leaving the orphanage, I grew up as a Jane. My parents had this lovely little townhouse in London I was raised in. Next door to us lived my dad’s three sisters: Georgia, Esther, and Caroline Jane. None of them had ever married and they’d all lived together since they left home as teenagers. They were all a year apart. While my parents would go out to work, I would go and stay with my Aunts, the Jane Ladies!
I have to say, growing up with three batty old women raising you has to be the best way to do things! They taught almost all the important skills in life. They taught me my manners and how to drink tea and how to dance and how to hold a door open for ladies. They taught me reading and writing and math. They taught me to play football and cricket. When I turned thirteen, they taught me to drive without telling my parents. The Jane Ladies were always the life of the party, even when there was no party to speak of.
My mum and dad loved me loads. I think being adopted only made them care about me and protect me even more. When I turned eleven and I got my Hogwarts letter and they found out I was a wizard, they didn’t freak out like most muggles would. Instead, they openly accepted it and tried to jump on the bandwagon as best they could. My aunt’s got a real kick out of the idea that I was magic and everything was great.
Going off to school was really confusing to me. I didn’t fit in anywhere quite right. I was sorted into Hufflepuff where I made friends and tried to get through each year with a sense of knowing what was going on. Anybody around here would describe me as somewhat oblivious though. I’ve always got my head in the clouds or in a comic book or I’m clowning around with my mates. That’s how it’s been since the start. I can’t say I mind.
I like to live more simply. It makes things so much happier and more easy-going. I do my coursework and my Prefect duties and I play quidditch. I go to parties and get high with my friends, but I’m not an excessive partier or drinker like some. I pull the occasional prank but I’m not like the Marauder boys or Amherst or anyone. I’m just me. I’m just Mycah and that’s all I’ll ever want to be. If that’s not enough for anyone, well, they can leave me alone. Cheers.
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Oh man, this is an information over-load. Okay, let’s start with the basics. My wand! It’s made of oak and has a kind of sturdy quality to it. It’s 11 inches and has tiny circles engraved as an extra touch of design. There’s also a kind of handle on it that I really can’t describe well. At the core, there’s a single mermaid scale. I’ve always had a thing for water. I guess I should tell you about my Patronus as well. It takes the form of a dolphin. I’ve always used this one memory as a kid going to a family reunion with my adopted parents. It was the first time I felt like I really belonged. It was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. There was so much meaning in that memory for me.
I’ve only encountered a dementor once in my life so far, but it was horrible. I instantly flashed back to this weird memory of being locked in the basement at the orphanage when I was a toddler. I was afraid of the dark and spiders and couldn’t stop sneezing from all the dust. That’s my worst memory. As for a boggart, it actually turns into a dragon. In my first year, the one thing that really scared me about magic and learning I was a wizard was the fact that dragons actually existed. I am terrified of them!
When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself meeting my biological parents. I never knew them and have always been curious. I genuinely love my adopted family, but I’ve always felt sort of lost about my roots. Were they muggles? Were they like me? Were they nice? Are they alive? It’s been eating away at me for a long time and there’s really no way I can find them or learn anything about them.
A lot of kids around the school have really extreme opinion about the war. I’m not one of them. I stay out of everything. Obviously, I’m not a supporter of You-Know-Who! But I’m not jumping for any types of confrontation. I’d rather stay out of everything and let the brave and bold Gryffindor students do all the arguing. That’s my take on things.
So, uhm, my history! I guess it’s sort of weird. Not in a bad way. A lot of kids about the school have these terrible pasts. Like, I once spent some time talking to Kyndrick Laurent and she told me her mum killed herself when Kyn was only a kid. My past is nothing like that. I guess, I’d just describe it as mildly obscure and tremendously confusing to me at the time. Parts of my past, I can’t even describe because there are some facts I don’t know about myself. Like, my parents. My biological ones I mean. I’ve got no clue who they were or if they’re still around. I don’t know what my blood status is because I don’t know anything about them. As an infant, I was placed into the care of an orphanage in London and that’s where my first memories begin.
Most of those early memories are weird little snippets. I don’t remember them being all that bad. I was so little that I didn’t understand about my parents being gone. I felt like the other kids there were my family. And it was a good home. The people who worked there were always smiling and always looking after us. They cared a lot. You’d think an orphanage would be so awful, like in stories, but it wasn’t.
When I was about three and a half years old, I was adopted into the Jane family. Daniel and Natalie wanted a child, but Natalie couldn’t conceive one. They wanted a baby, an infant. But, when they came to the orphanage, I walked into the room and they just knew that I would be their child. My mum describes it as fate. My dad describes it as luck. They both said it was love at first sight. I was supposed to be their son and they wanted me in their family.
So, after leaving the orphanage, I grew up as a Jane. My parents had this lovely little townhouse in London I was raised in. Next door to us lived my dad’s three sisters: Georgia, Esther, and Caroline Jane. None of them had ever married and they’d all lived together since they left home as teenagers. They were all a year apart. While my parents would go out to work, I would go and stay with my Aunts, the Jane Ladies!
I have to say, growing up with three batty old women raising you has to be the best way to do things! They taught almost all the important skills in life. They taught me my manners and how to drink tea and how to dance and how to hold a door open for ladies. They taught me reading and writing and math. They taught me to play football and cricket. When I turned thirteen, they taught me to drive without telling my parents. The Jane Ladies were always the life of the party, even when there was no party to speak of.
My mum and dad loved me loads. I think being adopted only made them care about me and protect me even more. When I turned eleven and I got my Hogwarts letter and they found out I was a wizard, they didn’t freak out like most muggles would. Instead, they openly accepted it and tried to jump on the bandwagon as best they could. My aunt’s got a real kick out of the idea that I was magic and everything was great.
Going off to school was really confusing to me. I didn’t fit in anywhere quite right. I was sorted into Hufflepuff where I made friends and tried to get through each year with a sense of knowing what was going on. Anybody around here would describe me as somewhat oblivious though. I’ve always got my head in the clouds or in a comic book or I’m clowning around with my mates. That’s how it’s been since the start. I can’t say I mind.
I like to live more simply. It makes things so much happier and more easy-going. I do my coursework and my Prefect duties and I play quidditch. I go to parties and get high with my friends, but I’m not an excessive partier or drinker like some. I pull the occasional prank but I’m not like the Marauder boys or Amherst or anyone. I’m just me. I’m just Mycah and that’s all I’ll ever want to be. If that’s not enough for anyone, well, they can leave me alone. Cheers.
-----
Oh man, this is an information over-load. Okay, let’s start with the basics. My wand! It’s made of oak and has a kind of sturdy quality to it. It’s 11 inches and has tiny circles engraved as an extra touch of design. There’s also a kind of handle on it that I really can’t describe well. At the core, there’s a single mermaid scale. I’ve always had a thing for water. I guess I should tell you about my Patronus as well. It takes the form of a dolphin. I’ve always used this one memory as a kid going to a family reunion with my adopted parents. It was the first time I felt like I really belonged. It was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. There was so much meaning in that memory for me.
I’ve only encountered a dementor once in my life so far, but it was horrible. I instantly flashed back to this weird memory of being locked in the basement at the orphanage when I was a toddler. I was afraid of the dark and spiders and couldn’t stop sneezing from all the dust. That’s my worst memory. As for a boggart, it actually turns into a dragon. In my first year, the one thing that really scared me about magic and learning I was a wizard was the fact that dragons actually existed. I am terrified of them!
When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself meeting my biological parents. I never knew them and have always been curious. I genuinely love my adopted family, but I’ve always felt sort of lost about my roots. Were they muggles? Were they like me? Were they nice? Are they alive? It’s been eating away at me for a long time and there’s really no way I can find them or learn anything about them.
A lot of kids around the school have really extreme opinion about the war. I’m not one of them. I stay out of everything. Obviously, I’m not a supporter of You-Know-Who! But I’m not jumping for any types of confrontation. I’d rather stay out of everything and let the brave and bold Gryffindor students do all the arguing. That’s my take on things.
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