Post by shideh on Jun 17, 2012 17:26:05 GMT
laula jasmine cadwallader
full name: Laura Jasmine Cadwallader
age: 16
year: sixth
birthday: december 7th
blood line: halfblood
occupation: weekend worker at quality quidditch supplies (where her brother manages)
former / house: hufflepuff
Six months into her working there (though not legally working there, technically 'unpaid work experience') she was invited to an event that the Daily Prophet Headquarters were throwing. It was an event for budding writers to submit their pieces of work to journalists and gain some feedback. Her mother encouraged her to write something, since she loved Quidditch so much. Her mother wagered that she would be a good sports writer. So she went to go see the Falmouth Falcons play a match - the team in which her big brother was the beater - and made notes whilst there. That night, she returned home and wrote up an article with enough backbone to call the team disorganized and their loss deserved. She attended the event at the Daily Prophet, who loved the fact that she had an opinion and wasn't afraid to show it.
It was recommended that when Laura turned fifteen she applied for official work experience with the Prophet. Laura came home incredibly excited, bursting to tell her parents the news. Her mother gave her a big hug and joked that she was following in her mother's footsteps. From then on, as well as doing six hours of Quidditch training every day she spent another few hours writing, practicing her journalism skills. Her mother even added journalism into her curriculum in homeschooling on Fridays. As a result, Laura really looked forward to Fridays. Her schedule through the age of eleven to twelve ended up like this:
9am: Wake up, eat breakfast.
9:30am: Art lesson.
10:30am: Quidditch training
12:30: Muggle/Magical History (alternatively)
1:30pm: Drama & literature
2:30pm: Lunch & Quidditch training.
4:30pm: Flying practice
5:30pm: Classes end, eats dinner.
6pm: Writing practice/journalism skills
8pm: Quidditch training
10pm: Bedtime.
And she was able to do this because she was registered as being homeschooled, so the education system couldn't penalize her parents for keeping her out of Hogwarts or any establishment. Certain Muggle subjects were specifically kept out of the curriculum such as Math. Nobody in the household had an advanced knowledge of Math and Laura persuaded her mother to let her learn numerical skills through life rather than learning. As far as her mother and Laura were concerned, she was being taught the essentials of literature, history and art as well as keeping fit and practicing her writing skills. It was the ideal system and Laura loved it. In truth, she never wanted to go back to Hogwarts. Especially with the new involvement of Journalism Fridays, where her mother taught her from her direct knowledge of journalism and how to write, as well as involving your reader and keeping them interested. This happened when classes were supposed to end at 5:30pm and would tie in to the writing/journalism skills portion of Laura's night anyway.
But that dreaded night eventually came when she got her letter to return to Hogwarts for her second year. She actually got on her knees and begged her parents once more not to force her to go to Hogwarts and pleaded that she loved her life how it was. She tried it from all angles, from arguing that she wasn't going to make any friends to pouting that she'd be behind on all her classes. For her parents, the situation seemed hopeless. They arranged a meeting with the Headmaster of Hogwarts to discuss it who confided in them that there was news of a Dark Lord rising and that Hogwarts would not be the safest option for Laura. When her parents told her that they had agreed to keep homeschooling her, Laura saw Professor Dumbledore as some kind of saint. She had been expecting her parents to march home telling her she had to go study. To think that he had actually encouraged the opposite made Laura think Hogwarts had the best Headmaster ever.
Tearing apart all the school books her parents had bought from Diagon alley, she set them all on fire with an old wand that her father gave her. She was ecstatic that she was having yet another year of Quidditch training, fun classes taught by her mother and sufficient writing practice to prepare for work experience when she was fifteen. She was finally starting to receive letters from her brother too, though they were still infrequent as he was still part of a Quidditch team. She attended more of his games but promised not to write about any of them. So her regular schedule also continued through the age of twelve. She was so hoping that she could wake up tomorrow and be fifteen. In her head the whole time was what the Daily Prophet wanted of her. They wanted her to be fifteen and apply for work experience. She was so excited to do that, it became her dream.
All she had to do was keep her parents from taking her to Hogwarts up until that time. Or, if she was unsuccessful, she would have to make her work experience tangle with her classes. Even if that meant her attendance would falter. She considered her future career in journalism far more important. She had wrote to her brother about these dreams of hers, he encouraged her to go for them but not to neglect her Quidditch training. She assured him she was still doing six hours a day, every day. She couldn't really fit in anymore than that. Every weekday was packed. The weekends were a little more free because she had no classes but still fit in six hours of training and two hours of writing. She also searched desperately for work that she could do, annoyed by the fact that being twelve meant she wasn't legally allowed to work.
She also never saw her father, even though he lived in the same house as them. Because with her mother spending so much time on her, every day except weekends, her father always tried to make sure her sister wasn't left out or deprived of attention. Laura had to admit she had unintentionally ignored her sister because she knew they'd have nothing in common. She didn't like Quidditch, which annoyed her. The entire family liked Quidditch, she didn't understand why her sister had to be so weird. She was always supporting her brother though, not just by writing him letters and going to his games but sometimes if he had time she would visit him. She really liked seeing the success that he made of himself. It was like everything always worked out for him. She envied that.
Around the house, Laura had earned the title of 'spoiled' because she had a way of never doing anything that she didn't want to do, even if her parents asked it of her. Her parents knew this but just never had the strength to say no to her. She treated the house like her territory, left any messes behind that she liked and never did household chores. She was always too busy and couldn't care less. These things didn't help her when August was looming and she received her Hogwarts letter for her third year. Her parents didn't even argue with her this time, they just apparated to Diagon Alley with a disoriented Laura who didn't know what was going on. Not until she realized where they were. She was so fearful that her dream was going to be over by attending Hogwarts that she refused to help as her parents bought and packed her things.
Leading up to September, she barely spoke to anyone. She took part in her remaining classes but that was it. She felt betrayed by being forced into a school when she had no intention of using any of the knowledge she would gain. She was going to be a sports writer for the Daily Prophet, she had decided that. The night before she was about to leave for Hogwarts, she saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. It was an advertisement for a writing competition for children aged 12-16, with the winner getting it printed in the Daily Prophet. The only thing was, she would not be contactable once she was at Hogwarts. Even if she had won she wouldn't know it. So she cried that night, for the first time since she was a little girl. She hated that she was going to Hogwarts, hated it. She started her third year there, getting sorted into Hufflepuff just like her brother and her parents. She was proud of that, at least.
She was friendly to the other students, her tall and narrow build meant she could always be seen. She had bought a wand at Diagon Alley that she couldn't wait to use. It was a limited edition, a very rare type. It was a blocky wand made of bloodwood and hippocampus heartstring core. The only real time she used her wand though was to deceive her professors into believing she was there or that she was awake. Two years later, at the age of fifteen, she was far too comfortable at Hogwarts to leave, so she took up an internship during the Summer there instead. About eight months into her fifth year at Hogwarts, she started hanging around with a new group of friends. Ones with pointed teeth and quite pale. Laura barely ever saw them as first, since she had just been accepted as seeker on the hufflepuff team.
Over the next few weeks, she noticed that her teeth looked sharper than usual in the mirror. People kept asking if she was sick, because she was starting to look pale. And her appetite had gone, the great hall food looked vile to her. Eventually, the group of pale faces approached her, claimed they were drawn to her because she was a vampire, like them. Laura laughed them down, she couldn't be a vampire. She had no vampire family. Her parents were a witch and a muggle. She wrote a letter to her parents, who revealed to her that their family tree had vampire ancestry but that it had been diluted for the past three generations. So Laura prayed that she was just ill and would get better. But she still couldn't eat, yet she was hungry. She tried picking up a piece of bread but the very scent of it was repellant. Her 'friends' told her to try a blood lollipop.
It was a halleluyah moment as she suckled on the blood, taking in every drop, Her hunger was being recognized and subsided, she ate more blood lollipops before she knew what she was doing and, when she was done, took a look at herself in the mirror. With blood all over her mouth. The vampire gene that had been dormant in their family for many generations had somehow activated in her. After accepting this, she told her sister, who was just as confused as she was. She explained it to her, then to her brother. Simultaneously he gave her a job where he worked during the holidays so she could afford to buy all the blood products that they didn't serve at Hogwarts. Laura tried little things, like eating a pasty, which she could do so without much repulsion. She still preferred blood though.
And that takes us to now, her sixth year. She's a stable seeker for the hufflepuff team, a vampire, an aspiring daily prophet sports journalist, a worker and a sister. It was as if coming to Hogwarts had actually turned out to be the smartest thing she ever did.[/size][/ul]
alias: shideh
gender: female
rp sample:
Emma was laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She didn't really want to see friends right now. She wouldn't say that she was feeling moody but every molecule of her being was buzzing to take her feelings of inadequacy and rage out on something. She couldn't go out in that sort of mood, that would only lead to scandal and her agent would fire her on the spot. Her agent didn't exactly think she was destined for greatness, he was just trying his luck. As soon as Emma proved to him that she wasn't worth his time, it was unlikely he'd stick around. So she didn't want to do anything risky. Before long, Emma found herself wandering aimlessly around her bedroom. She plucked one of the roses from a vase sitting against her window. She twirled it in her hand and stroked the leaves.
Her fingertips felt the veins of the rose and followed the contours of the thorns. It was beautiful, like she wished she was. Looking down at the glossy red petals she thought about her sister and her boyfriend. How in love they were, even if they weren't together right then. The love was there, as clear as the long stem that kept the rose together. Sighing, she moved over to her bedroom door. She could hear her parents, they were talking about Rory. They were discussing their future as grandparents. Emma looked down at the rose, her hand slightly wet from having picked it up out of a vase with water in it. She looked miserably at herself. She had no love, she was busting her neck out trying to make it in the music business and Rory wasn't getting anywhere near the amount of stick Emma was getting. As if having a baby as a teenager was less punishable than actually trying to succeed in your life.
Still dawdling around her bedroom, she looked down at her stomach, her hand rolled around the skin. If Rory did that, her hand would be greeted by a bump. With an animate life. A moving baby inside her, she would be an aunt to twins by March. Emma had been having sex mechanically as short-term flings for years, far longer than Rory, she never got the babies. She never got the 'oh! we're going to be grandparents!' she never got the smile that graced the face of a mother and her baby bump. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of her bedroom phone. She somehow found the motivation to bring herself over to the bed to sit down. Reaching her arm out, she picked up the phone without the slightest trace of enthusiasm. Her soft voice answered "Hello? Max? Hey.. What's up?" her lips perked up slightly at the sound of Max's voice.
"Oh nothing. I'm just... sad. I guess. It's a long story, um, are you alright? Do you need to come over?" she offered, ever since Max had met Rory the Soren house had always been open to Max. Though he was yet another human being that probably preferred her sister to her. The thought made Emma's eyes clench to stop a tear from squeezing out. She was probably in no mood to entertain, she didn't feel like she'd ever be good company. "I mean Rory's not home at the moment but I'm sure she'll be back soon. If you wanted to wait..." her voice trailed off as she listened to Max on the other end of the phone.
Her fingertips felt the veins of the rose and followed the contours of the thorns. It was beautiful, like she wished she was. Looking down at the glossy red petals she thought about her sister and her boyfriend. How in love they were, even if they weren't together right then. The love was there, as clear as the long stem that kept the rose together. Sighing, she moved over to her bedroom door. She could hear her parents, they were talking about Rory. They were discussing their future as grandparents. Emma looked down at the rose, her hand slightly wet from having picked it up out of a vase with water in it. She looked miserably at herself. She had no love, she was busting her neck out trying to make it in the music business and Rory wasn't getting anywhere near the amount of stick Emma was getting. As if having a baby as a teenager was less punishable than actually trying to succeed in your life.
Still dawdling around her bedroom, she looked down at her stomach, her hand rolled around the skin. If Rory did that, her hand would be greeted by a bump. With an animate life. A moving baby inside her, she would be an aunt to twins by March. Emma had been having sex mechanically as short-term flings for years, far longer than Rory, she never got the babies. She never got the 'oh! we're going to be grandparents!' she never got the smile that graced the face of a mother and her baby bump. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of her bedroom phone. She somehow found the motivation to bring herself over to the bed to sit down. Reaching her arm out, she picked up the phone without the slightest trace of enthusiasm. Her soft voice answered "Hello? Max? Hey.. What's up?" her lips perked up slightly at the sound of Max's voice.
"Oh nothing. I'm just... sad. I guess. It's a long story, um, are you alright? Do you need to come over?" she offered, ever since Max had met Rory the Soren house had always been open to Max. Though he was yet another human being that probably preferred her sister to her. The thought made Emma's eyes clench to stop a tear from squeezing out. She was probably in no mood to entertain, she didn't feel like she'd ever be good company. "I mean Rory's not home at the moment but I'm sure she'll be back soon. If you wanted to wait..." her voice trailed off as she listened to Max on the other end of the phone.
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