Post by amelia susan bones on Nov 25, 2010 1:38:28 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]amelia susan bones
seventeen ▪ hufflepuff ▪ imogen poots
SHY , QUIET , LOYAL , FAIR , CREATIVE
i can't believe you want to know about my history. i mean, i'm just amelia bones. amelia susan bones. i'm not someone famous or popular or exciting. i'm not anyone worth remembering or knowing. aside from being a prefect and getting fairly decent marks in school, i have no idea why anyone would even know who i am. i haven't got the slightest clue where to begin with telling my story because there just isn't anything to really tell.
i'm the oldest of three kids. i've got two brothers. they're both in hufflepuff like me. my parents' names are oliver and abigail bones. they're both really quite normal. they're quiet and pureblood and they met through their families. i guess that was normal for their generation. a lot of pureblooded families met up and set up arranged marriages. they were quite lucky because they really do seem madly in love despite being together for so long.
my dad has always worked for the ministry. my mom was a stay at home mum. she raised all of us. she always wanted us ahead of the game on our studies so, she really tried to get us involved before hogwarts. we grew up in this lovely little town house smack in the middle of muggle london. i grew up with plenty of muggle influences despite our magical origins. i always appreciated that. it left me feeling open-minded and cultured.
my brothers always got along better than i did with them. they were always off playing while i had my nose in a book or project. my mother always supported me, even if i wasn't as social as the other kids. i was also a bit bossy as a kid. that, i think, i've managed to grow out of. the only traumatic or semi-traumatic experience i can account for in all my life was getting a horrid case of dragon pox as a kid. i was hospitalized for a period of time and then i got better and came back home. otherwise, home was calm, quiet, almost serene. my parents made sure we always had dinner on the table. we had family time at night where we would play games of cards or listen to music and read together. my parents always loved to dance together too. they'd dance right in front of us in the living room. if there's anything i can believe in this world, it is the way that they care for each other. they're so genuine. i don't think i could ever settle for anything less than real, pure, magical love. they set that example for me.
when i was eleven, it was time to go off to school. i was so completely nervous. unfortunately, my first experience on the train to school involved me getting stuck in a compartment full of slytherin 3rd years. i sat in a corner with my nose in my book, wishing we would get there sooner so i wouldn't feel as trapped. as soon as i was sorted and had sat myself down with the other hufflepuffs, i felt calm and at peace. i knew i had ended up in the right place. everyone was kind and friendly. they didn't treat me like an alien from another planet, but like a little girl who was sort of lost and confused and in need of a smile. i believe one of the older prefects actually gave me a hug which was nice. it taught me to look up to the prefects, that they were nice people. i suppose, that was what made me try so hard to become a prefect myself in later years.
my schooling experience has been fairly mellow. i go to classes, i get homework, i do my homework, i go back to my classes. that's been the cycle and i haven't fought it for any reason. i've gotten good grades and i've had exquisite behavior. i never get in trouble. never have i had a detention or anything. i don't think i've ever even been told not to do something. the closest that i've gotten to getting into trouble was once when i was five minutes late heading back from the library to my common room. even that wasn't too bad. i sort of laugh, just looking back, at how nervous i was at the mere idea of getting into trouble.
that doesn't make me perfect. i am far from it. i'm too weird. that sounds awful! i'm just, me. apparently me isn't what the other people around here want to be friends with though. the closest things i've got to friends are my pet owl, gwen, and a few of my professors. everyone else only talks to me when they have to. it's sort of shameful. i've cried about it over and over but that's only a waste of time. i can't change who i am to be like them. i like who i am on some level. a level that's deeper than the desire to fit in, i guess.
so, here i am at seventeen. this is my final year at school. i'm head girl. my professors have given me references and i'm signed up to intern at the ministry as soon as i finish out school. i'm supposedly successful but more alone than i have ever felt in my entire life. i wish i could go to someone for advice, but i wouldn't know where to begin. some people think it's foolish. i should be happy with what i have. i shouldn't protest to the good things i have in my life. i give up. i shouldn't complain. i'm being childish. i'm seventeen. i am a grown woman. to think too much on all of this is completely and utterly ridiculous. am i right? please tell me i'm right? i just want everything to be okay.
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uhm, okay. so, my magical side. that's what you want? are you sure? i mean, is that really all people care about around here? it's bad enough that everyone's so focused on blood status and rank. i'll tell you though. i'm not the type to keep this information a secret if it means saving my life or registering through the ministry or something. my wand is a good place to start. i've got a wand made of holly wood. the core is dragon heartstring and it's 10 and a half inches. there are gentle little carvings up and down the wand's woodwork with swirls and symbols. they don't translate to anything, it's just art. my patronus is a dove. i learned to cast it just last year. i don't really use a memory. i know, that sounds weird. that's the whole point, to use your happiest memory. for me though, i use a memory of a dream i had as a child. it's the happiest moment i've ever had and it's a moment that's completely made up. see, when i was about six or so, i had a dreadful case of dragon pox and was hospitalized at st. mungo's because my parents didn't want my brother to catch it and they wanted me monitored at all times. i fell into this sort of epic adventure dream. it was the most fun, the most amazement, the most beauty that i have ever been subjected to. i've never told anyone that before. please keep my secret.
when ever i have come into contact with a dementor, i instantly flash back to this time that i was lost in the dungeons in the dark in my first year. i've been afraid of the dark my whole life and that memory has always left me feeling my most hopeless and frightened and upset. as for my boggart, i see a dementor. i guess, it goes back to that pre-rooted fear of the dark. when i've seen dementors, i've felt the way i feel in the dark amplified. that, to me, is sheer terror.
i once looked into the mirror of erised. i saw myself surrounded by people. we were all talking and laughing and having a good time. i guess, what i was seeing was myself with friends. i've always wanted real friends. not just people who feel obligated to be near me because we have duties together or something. i guess, i'm too quiet to have real friends though.
lastly, i am in the noble house of hufflepuff. i don't care what anyone says, i am proud of my house. people say that hufflepuffs are useless and purposeless. in my opinion, we're just less flamboyant and obnoxious than the other houses. there's nothing wrong with that! my take on the war stands in a neutral position. i completely support dumbledore and i would never want blood status to determine rights. i can't take sides though because i'm going to work for the ministry some day. that's my chosen career path. it's better to be neutral inside the ministry. i can change the world once i have the position where i can do so. until then, i'm going to just climb the ladder and hope it doesn't break.
i can't believe you want to know about my history. i mean, i'm just amelia bones. amelia susan bones. i'm not someone famous or popular or exciting. i'm not anyone worth remembering or knowing. aside from being a prefect and getting fairly decent marks in school, i have no idea why anyone would even know who i am. i haven't got the slightest clue where to begin with telling my story because there just isn't anything to really tell.
i'm the oldest of three kids. i've got two brothers. they're both in hufflepuff like me. my parents' names are oliver and abigail bones. they're both really quite normal. they're quiet and pureblood and they met through their families. i guess that was normal for their generation. a lot of pureblooded families met up and set up arranged marriages. they were quite lucky because they really do seem madly in love despite being together for so long.
my dad has always worked for the ministry. my mom was a stay at home mum. she raised all of us. she always wanted us ahead of the game on our studies so, she really tried to get us involved before hogwarts. we grew up in this lovely little town house smack in the middle of muggle london. i grew up with plenty of muggle influences despite our magical origins. i always appreciated that. it left me feeling open-minded and cultured.
my brothers always got along better than i did with them. they were always off playing while i had my nose in a book or project. my mother always supported me, even if i wasn't as social as the other kids. i was also a bit bossy as a kid. that, i think, i've managed to grow out of. the only traumatic or semi-traumatic experience i can account for in all my life was getting a horrid case of dragon pox as a kid. i was hospitalized for a period of time and then i got better and came back home. otherwise, home was calm, quiet, almost serene. my parents made sure we always had dinner on the table. we had family time at night where we would play games of cards or listen to music and read together. my parents always loved to dance together too. they'd dance right in front of us in the living room. if there's anything i can believe in this world, it is the way that they care for each other. they're so genuine. i don't think i could ever settle for anything less than real, pure, magical love. they set that example for me.
when i was eleven, it was time to go off to school. i was so completely nervous. unfortunately, my first experience on the train to school involved me getting stuck in a compartment full of slytherin 3rd years. i sat in a corner with my nose in my book, wishing we would get there sooner so i wouldn't feel as trapped. as soon as i was sorted and had sat myself down with the other hufflepuffs, i felt calm and at peace. i knew i had ended up in the right place. everyone was kind and friendly. they didn't treat me like an alien from another planet, but like a little girl who was sort of lost and confused and in need of a smile. i believe one of the older prefects actually gave me a hug which was nice. it taught me to look up to the prefects, that they were nice people. i suppose, that was what made me try so hard to become a prefect myself in later years.
my schooling experience has been fairly mellow. i go to classes, i get homework, i do my homework, i go back to my classes. that's been the cycle and i haven't fought it for any reason. i've gotten good grades and i've had exquisite behavior. i never get in trouble. never have i had a detention or anything. i don't think i've ever even been told not to do something. the closest that i've gotten to getting into trouble was once when i was five minutes late heading back from the library to my common room. even that wasn't too bad. i sort of laugh, just looking back, at how nervous i was at the mere idea of getting into trouble.
that doesn't make me perfect. i am far from it. i'm too weird. that sounds awful! i'm just, me. apparently me isn't what the other people around here want to be friends with though. the closest things i've got to friends are my pet owl, gwen, and a few of my professors. everyone else only talks to me when they have to. it's sort of shameful. i've cried about it over and over but that's only a waste of time. i can't change who i am to be like them. i like who i am on some level. a level that's deeper than the desire to fit in, i guess.
so, here i am at seventeen. this is my final year at school. i'm head girl. my professors have given me references and i'm signed up to intern at the ministry as soon as i finish out school. i'm supposedly successful but more alone than i have ever felt in my entire life. i wish i could go to someone for advice, but i wouldn't know where to begin. some people think it's foolish. i should be happy with what i have. i shouldn't protest to the good things i have in my life. i give up. i shouldn't complain. i'm being childish. i'm seventeen. i am a grown woman. to think too much on all of this is completely and utterly ridiculous. am i right? please tell me i'm right? i just want everything to be okay.
-----
uhm, okay. so, my magical side. that's what you want? are you sure? i mean, is that really all people care about around here? it's bad enough that everyone's so focused on blood status and rank. i'll tell you though. i'm not the type to keep this information a secret if it means saving my life or registering through the ministry or something. my wand is a good place to start. i've got a wand made of holly wood. the core is dragon heartstring and it's 10 and a half inches. there are gentle little carvings up and down the wand's woodwork with swirls and symbols. they don't translate to anything, it's just art. my patronus is a dove. i learned to cast it just last year. i don't really use a memory. i know, that sounds weird. that's the whole point, to use your happiest memory. for me though, i use a memory of a dream i had as a child. it's the happiest moment i've ever had and it's a moment that's completely made up. see, when i was about six or so, i had a dreadful case of dragon pox and was hospitalized at st. mungo's because my parents didn't want my brother to catch it and they wanted me monitored at all times. i fell into this sort of epic adventure dream. it was the most fun, the most amazement, the most beauty that i have ever been subjected to. i've never told anyone that before. please keep my secret.
when ever i have come into contact with a dementor, i instantly flash back to this time that i was lost in the dungeons in the dark in my first year. i've been afraid of the dark my whole life and that memory has always left me feeling my most hopeless and frightened and upset. as for my boggart, i see a dementor. i guess, it goes back to that pre-rooted fear of the dark. when i've seen dementors, i've felt the way i feel in the dark amplified. that, to me, is sheer terror.
i once looked into the mirror of erised. i saw myself surrounded by people. we were all talking and laughing and having a good time. i guess, what i was seeing was myself with friends. i've always wanted real friends. not just people who feel obligated to be near me because we have duties together or something. i guess, i'm too quiet to have real friends though.
lastly, i am in the noble house of hufflepuff. i don't care what anyone says, i am proud of my house. people say that hufflepuffs are useless and purposeless. in my opinion, we're just less flamboyant and obnoxious than the other houses. there's nothing wrong with that! my take on the war stands in a neutral position. i completely support dumbledore and i would never want blood status to determine rights. i can't take sides though because i'm going to work for the ministry some day. that's my chosen career path. it's better to be neutral inside the ministry. i can change the world once i have the position where i can do so. until then, i'm going to just climb the ladder and hope it doesn't break.
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