Post by lily anne evans on Nov 25, 2010 1:06:53 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]lily anne evans
sixteen ▪ gryffindor ▪ lily collins
FIERY , INTELLIGENT , OPEN-MINDED , COMPASSIONATE , CARING
I'm gonna tell you right now that I hate these. I hate this whole concept of wasting the time of day going on and on about myself. The words never seem to come out right. I always sound like this pompous know-it-all who thinks the world of herself. There's really no winning in the realms of self-awareness. So, I'll keep it simple. I'll tell you the things you need to know. And I'm hoping that will be good enough because, that's all I've really got.
I guess, a great place to start, would be the beginning. I am a muggle born. I grew up completely normal. I had two very loving, very kind-hearted parents and a sister, Petunia, who I adored with all my heart. I still do have those things, except, it's all different now. It all changed when I was eleven. I got my letter to go off to school. My parents were proud. Given, they were a little over-whelmed by the fact that this whole other world existed, but they loved me for who I was. It was with Petunia that things became worn. I had just become this sort of foreign exchange student in our shared life. I became a stranger and she became one to me in turn.
I have always excelled in school. I guess, I just dove into everything with an open mind and a need to pursue the things my professors were teaching me. My greatest leap in education has been in potions. Every year since my first one, I have awed Professor Slughorn with my talents. I just took to it. I always secretly thought it was because it reminded me of home. It reminded me of cooking with my mother and sister. It reminded me of playing in the mud with Petunia after rainy days and making mud mixtures. It just became real.
I'm a Gryffindor and I've always been pretty well-mannered. I became a Prefect in my 5th year and my parents celebrated my success with cheers and clapping while Petunia spent the afternoon sulking in her room. I've always had friends, although some have managed to fade into my history rather than come along for the ride into the future. I'm referring to one friend specifically. Severus Snape and I used to be best friends. We grew up together. We both loved potions and came from the same muggle town. We could talk and laugh and things were so, innocent. But now, I see what he's become. He's made it very clear that he thinks I am not worthy of his friendship because I am muggle born. For that, I am saddened, but I have enough intelligence to walk away from someone who believes me to be inferior.
In the past year or so, it seems like my life has sort of turned upside down. I used to be best friends with Severus and I hated James Potter for being an arrogant prat. Now, here I am, dating James Potter and feeling sorry for Severus because he's made a mistake in giving up our friendship. I told you I would sound pretentious. Forgive me, it just hurts. It hurts to know that someone I trusted could call me such a fowl name and then ruin everything.
Things have changed enough for me to learn to tap into my independence. I don't need a best friend to lean on all the time. Instead, I spend a lot of time with James and his friends. Or, I spend time with Remus. Remus Lupin and I do Prefects duties together and we get along very well. Other than that, I take to the library alone. It's my favorite haunt. I know nearly every nook and cranny of the school's library. That's about it. There's not much else for you to learn about me.
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I was wondering when magic would get mixed into things. Let's go through it all then, shall we? My wand is willow wood, unicorn hair, 11 inches. My patronus takes the form of a doe and it conjured at a memory from my childhood where my parents and Petunia and I went on a trip and spent the entire day laughing. The memory triggered by a dementor for me has always been of the death of my grandmother. I was very close to her as a child and I remember, quite vividly, the sadness in my entire family after her passing. My boggart transforms into a swarm of Death Eaters with Severus among them, staring me down. When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself with James, holding a baby. I know, that's incredibly cheesy, but we can't help what our hearts want. I am in the house of Gryffindor. I support the Order of the Phoenix, although I can't officially become a member of the Order until next year. I've asked Dumbledore and he's told me I need to be of age.
I'm gonna tell you right now that I hate these. I hate this whole concept of wasting the time of day going on and on about myself. The words never seem to come out right. I always sound like this pompous know-it-all who thinks the world of herself. There's really no winning in the realms of self-awareness. So, I'll keep it simple. I'll tell you the things you need to know. And I'm hoping that will be good enough because, that's all I've really got.
I guess, a great place to start, would be the beginning. I am a muggle born. I grew up completely normal. I had two very loving, very kind-hearted parents and a sister, Petunia, who I adored with all my heart. I still do have those things, except, it's all different now. It all changed when I was eleven. I got my letter to go off to school. My parents were proud. Given, they were a little over-whelmed by the fact that this whole other world existed, but they loved me for who I was. It was with Petunia that things became worn. I had just become this sort of foreign exchange student in our shared life. I became a stranger and she became one to me in turn.
I have always excelled in school. I guess, I just dove into everything with an open mind and a need to pursue the things my professors were teaching me. My greatest leap in education has been in potions. Every year since my first one, I have awed Professor Slughorn with my talents. I just took to it. I always secretly thought it was because it reminded me of home. It reminded me of cooking with my mother and sister. It reminded me of playing in the mud with Petunia after rainy days and making mud mixtures. It just became real.
I'm a Gryffindor and I've always been pretty well-mannered. I became a Prefect in my 5th year and my parents celebrated my success with cheers and clapping while Petunia spent the afternoon sulking in her room. I've always had friends, although some have managed to fade into my history rather than come along for the ride into the future. I'm referring to one friend specifically. Severus Snape and I used to be best friends. We grew up together. We both loved potions and came from the same muggle town. We could talk and laugh and things were so, innocent. But now, I see what he's become. He's made it very clear that he thinks I am not worthy of his friendship because I am muggle born. For that, I am saddened, but I have enough intelligence to walk away from someone who believes me to be inferior.
In the past year or so, it seems like my life has sort of turned upside down. I used to be best friends with Severus and I hated James Potter for being an arrogant prat. Now, here I am, dating James Potter and feeling sorry for Severus because he's made a mistake in giving up our friendship. I told you I would sound pretentious. Forgive me, it just hurts. It hurts to know that someone I trusted could call me such a fowl name and then ruin everything.
Things have changed enough for me to learn to tap into my independence. I don't need a best friend to lean on all the time. Instead, I spend a lot of time with James and his friends. Or, I spend time with Remus. Remus Lupin and I do Prefects duties together and we get along very well. Other than that, I take to the library alone. It's my favorite haunt. I know nearly every nook and cranny of the school's library. That's about it. There's not much else for you to learn about me.
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I was wondering when magic would get mixed into things. Let's go through it all then, shall we? My wand is willow wood, unicorn hair, 11 inches. My patronus takes the form of a doe and it conjured at a memory from my childhood where my parents and Petunia and I went on a trip and spent the entire day laughing. The memory triggered by a dementor for me has always been of the death of my grandmother. I was very close to her as a child and I remember, quite vividly, the sadness in my entire family after her passing. My boggart transforms into a swarm of Death Eaters with Severus among them, staring me down. When I look into the Mirror of Erised, I see myself with James, holding a baby. I know, that's incredibly cheesy, but we can't help what our hearts want. I am in the house of Gryffindor. I support the Order of the Phoenix, although I can't officially become a member of the Order until next year. I've asked Dumbledore and he's told me I need to be of age.
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