Post by callie rose moran on May 13, 2011 17:05:32 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]callie rose moran
seventeen ▪ hufflepuff ▪ alexandra daddario
FIERCELY LOYAL , COMPETITIVE , OUTGOING , LIVELY , BRUTALLY HONEST
Okay, here’s the deal, I hate these stupid things and I don’t feel like talking about myself for like three hours. I’d much rather talk about everyone else for three hours. Mar and I are really good at that. So, we’ll keep this brief and you can all kick back and know I’m awesome. Okay? Okay.
My name’s Callie Rose Moran, I was born in Dublin, Ireland. HOOOMMMEEE!!!! I miss it! Dublin’s lovely. I was born into a pretty normal family that did pretty normal things. Lots of running about outside. When I was five, I had a crush on a boy named Harold and kissed him on the lips on a Friday afternoon after a play date at his house. We got fake married when I was six and then fake divorced when I accidentally pushed him into a pile of horse manure a month after our fake marriage. I know, very exciting.
Growing up, I always looked up to my big sister, Ely. She was my best friend and I could tell her anything and could always go to her for advice, always!!!! But we were really, really different. I loved being outside and she loved being inside. I loved to climb trees and run around in huge fields and she loved to read books and sit quietly. I would scream at the top of my lungs and she would speak in a soothing voice that could calm anyone. I took to riding horses and brooms and she only thought they were okay. I became my dad’s prized flyer and she became my mom’s miniature version of herself.
In November of my first year at school, my mother passed away. Yes, it was horrible. But no, I didn’t make a huge deal out of it. What was I supposed to do, join a “my mother died” club? No! I took to flying. Not for my team, not yet anyway. I wouldn’t make my quidditch team until second year. In first year, I started practicing until I felt invincible. With my mother’s death came my own feelings of infinity. I was going to play quidditch until I couldn’t fly anymore. That was the plan!!! And guess what, I got good, really good. To the point where Ludo is shy to admit I might be better than him.
With my love of quidditch also came my friends. On the train to school, I met Olivia Mckinnon. Ollie and I became fast friends, chatting away about animals and flying and such. A year later, Mar showed up and it was like finding your other half. Mar Mckinnon is my spirit animal!!!! Also, in first year was my introduction to Ludo Bagman. It was a brother/sister relationship right off the bat. He shoved me in line to get up to the sorting hat and when it called my name and I sat down at the Hufflepuff table beside him, I pushed him right back! And we’ve been playfully shoving each other around ever since. Always proud of the other and teasing the other, but not wanting the other as anything but friends. GOT IT GUYS? FRIENDS! THAT’S ALL! I’d date Mar before Ludo and I highly doubt Mar’s ever gonna get with a girl so, yeahhhhh. On that note, I’ve had a flurry of different relationships but nothing has been serious or stuck. I think, honestly, I care about quidditch too much and guys don’t like that. I especially can’t date anyone I’ve beaten on the pitch. They do not do well with that at all!!!
I am in my seventh year at school. I’m going home to Ireland this Summer to start training to join a team. I’m pretty damn happy with my life, but I can tell something’s kind of off. I feel like Ely’s not telling me things and that’s really not okay. Ely is my best friend, why won’t she talk to me about whatever it is? Wish me luck.
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Age Eleven, Diagon Alley, Ollivander’s Wand Shop:
Callie Rose Moran wandered into the wand shop, clinging to her mother’s hand and jumping around like some kind of wildly caffeinated creature. She found her wand on her first try, being handed a sturdy and simply 11.5, oak wood wand with a unicorn tail feather core. Ollivander described it as a strong wand.
Age Fifteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie was taught a Patronus charm in her Defence Against the Dark Arts class as extra credit. It took her ten times before she could produce her Patronus in its full form, a mockingbird. She used a memory of a holiday spent with her parents and sister, Ely.
Age Sixteen, Ministry of Magic, London:
Callie wandered through the halls of the Ministry, on her way to her father’s office. She got caught in a lift and ended up down in the court rooms. She saw her first dementor, in the flesh. Callie was instantly over-whelmed and shivering. She vividly remembered her father’s visit to school when he told her and Ely that their mother had been ill and passed away.
Age Thirteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie and her classmates stood in a line in the Astronomy Tower. They were learning to get rid of a boggart. Once it was her turn, the boggart transformed into the ghost of her mother. Callie ran from the room crying.
Age Fourteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie wandered into a spare classroom after running from Filch because she and Mar Mckinnon got caught pulling a prank on Ludo. Callie was alone with a massive mirror. When she peered at her reflection, she saw herself wearing a professional quidditch uniform and holding a pristine quality broom. Her smile was brilliant and Ely stood behind her snapping photos like crazy.
Age Eleven, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie sat on a steady little stool before an entire room of prying eyes. She could barely sit still because of excitement. She had no preference to which house she was placed in, only that she was proud to be a student at Hogwarts. It took the hat five minutes to decide, finally placing her in Hufflepuff, an unlikely fit for a Moran girl.
Age Sixteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie sat beside Olivia Mckinnon in Potions class. They’d brewed up love potions and there’s was just about finished. Callie took a long whiff out of curiosity and smelled the scents of fresh grass and forestry. She could smell home-made soup and something she associated with visiting the Mckinnon house. Home.
Age Fifteen, Ministry of Magic, London:
Callie listened to her father discuss conditions in the war with a Ministry official she’d never seen before. She listened as they debated back and forth about what was morally right and her face grew red. She knew right and wrong. She knew what she supported and it certainly wasn’t this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named prat!
Okay, here’s the deal, I hate these stupid things and I don’t feel like talking about myself for like three hours. I’d much rather talk about everyone else for three hours. Mar and I are really good at that. So, we’ll keep this brief and you can all kick back and know I’m awesome. Okay? Okay.
My name’s Callie Rose Moran, I was born in Dublin, Ireland. HOOOMMMEEE!!!! I miss it! Dublin’s lovely. I was born into a pretty normal family that did pretty normal things. Lots of running about outside. When I was five, I had a crush on a boy named Harold and kissed him on the lips on a Friday afternoon after a play date at his house. We got fake married when I was six and then fake divorced when I accidentally pushed him into a pile of horse manure a month after our fake marriage. I know, very exciting.
Growing up, I always looked up to my big sister, Ely. She was my best friend and I could tell her anything and could always go to her for advice, always!!!! But we were really, really different. I loved being outside and she loved being inside. I loved to climb trees and run around in huge fields and she loved to read books and sit quietly. I would scream at the top of my lungs and she would speak in a soothing voice that could calm anyone. I took to riding horses and brooms and she only thought they were okay. I became my dad’s prized flyer and she became my mom’s miniature version of herself.
In November of my first year at school, my mother passed away. Yes, it was horrible. But no, I didn’t make a huge deal out of it. What was I supposed to do, join a “my mother died” club? No! I took to flying. Not for my team, not yet anyway. I wouldn’t make my quidditch team until second year. In first year, I started practicing until I felt invincible. With my mother’s death came my own feelings of infinity. I was going to play quidditch until I couldn’t fly anymore. That was the plan!!! And guess what, I got good, really good. To the point where Ludo is shy to admit I might be better than him.
With my love of quidditch also came my friends. On the train to school, I met Olivia Mckinnon. Ollie and I became fast friends, chatting away about animals and flying and such. A year later, Mar showed up and it was like finding your other half. Mar Mckinnon is my spirit animal!!!! Also, in first year was my introduction to Ludo Bagman. It was a brother/sister relationship right off the bat. He shoved me in line to get up to the sorting hat and when it called my name and I sat down at the Hufflepuff table beside him, I pushed him right back! And we’ve been playfully shoving each other around ever since. Always proud of the other and teasing the other, but not wanting the other as anything but friends. GOT IT GUYS? FRIENDS! THAT’S ALL! I’d date Mar before Ludo and I highly doubt Mar’s ever gonna get with a girl so, yeahhhhh. On that note, I’ve had a flurry of different relationships but nothing has been serious or stuck. I think, honestly, I care about quidditch too much and guys don’t like that. I especially can’t date anyone I’ve beaten on the pitch. They do not do well with that at all!!!
I am in my seventh year at school. I’m going home to Ireland this Summer to start training to join a team. I’m pretty damn happy with my life, but I can tell something’s kind of off. I feel like Ely’s not telling me things and that’s really not okay. Ely is my best friend, why won’t she talk to me about whatever it is? Wish me luck.
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Age Eleven, Diagon Alley, Ollivander’s Wand Shop:
Callie Rose Moran wandered into the wand shop, clinging to her mother’s hand and jumping around like some kind of wildly caffeinated creature. She found her wand on her first try, being handed a sturdy and simply 11.5, oak wood wand with a unicorn tail feather core. Ollivander described it as a strong wand.
Age Fifteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie was taught a Patronus charm in her Defence Against the Dark Arts class as extra credit. It took her ten times before she could produce her Patronus in its full form, a mockingbird. She used a memory of a holiday spent with her parents and sister, Ely.
Age Sixteen, Ministry of Magic, London:
Callie wandered through the halls of the Ministry, on her way to her father’s office. She got caught in a lift and ended up down in the court rooms. She saw her first dementor, in the flesh. Callie was instantly over-whelmed and shivering. She vividly remembered her father’s visit to school when he told her and Ely that their mother had been ill and passed away.
Age Thirteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie and her classmates stood in a line in the Astronomy Tower. They were learning to get rid of a boggart. Once it was her turn, the boggart transformed into the ghost of her mother. Callie ran from the room crying.
Age Fourteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie wandered into a spare classroom after running from Filch because she and Mar Mckinnon got caught pulling a prank on Ludo. Callie was alone with a massive mirror. When she peered at her reflection, she saw herself wearing a professional quidditch uniform and holding a pristine quality broom. Her smile was brilliant and Ely stood behind her snapping photos like crazy.
Age Eleven, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie sat on a steady little stool before an entire room of prying eyes. She could barely sit still because of excitement. She had no preference to which house she was placed in, only that she was proud to be a student at Hogwarts. It took the hat five minutes to decide, finally placing her in Hufflepuff, an unlikely fit for a Moran girl.
Age Sixteen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
Callie sat beside Olivia Mckinnon in Potions class. They’d brewed up love potions and there’s was just about finished. Callie took a long whiff out of curiosity and smelled the scents of fresh grass and forestry. She could smell home-made soup and something she associated with visiting the Mckinnon house. Home.
Age Fifteen, Ministry of Magic, London:
Callie listened to her father discuss conditions in the war with a Ministry official she’d never seen before. She listened as they debated back and forth about what was morally right and her face grew red. She knew right and wrong. She knew what she supported and it certainly wasn’t this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named prat!
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