Post by charlotte on Jun 3, 2012 22:55:07 GMT
charlotte jane evercourt
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full name: Charlotte Jane Evercourt
age: Seventeen
year: Sixth year
birthday: September 3rd
blood line: Muggle-born
house: Ravenclaw
"Quite literally, I come from a zoo. Our home includes two giraffes, an elephant, and a baby panda...not really. The giraffes of the family are my older brothers, Samuel and Thomas. Sammy and Tom are quite tall with abnormally-long necks, so I liken them to giraffes because it rubs them the wrong way. Our elephant is Genevieve, my sister, who's nineteen and tramples everything in her path. Genevieve is, to put it lightly, a piece of work; dealing with her requires precision of speech and at least ten years of prior experience....and, last but not least, our panda is Edmund, who's only three years old and just getting the hang of pronouncing his 'l's and 'w's properly. Edmund's a sweetheart - likes giving lots of hugs and such. He's very cuddly. I suppose I'm just the annoying little monkey of the family, horsing around with everyone and getting on people's nerves. I seem to be quite good at that.
Growing up with three siblings who are much older than you may not be preferable, but I do believe that it is a valuable experience. It teaches you how to hold your own - makes you very tough. In a home where you're the shark bait of the family, you learn very quickly how to best avoid predators. You also learn to hold your breath for very long periods of time. Another important lesson? Learning that sometimes, you just need to jump ship. With older siblings, you can be as stubborn as you want, but if they've got you in a choke-hold and you're starting to turn blue, sometimes you just need to give in and tap out so you won't faint. I've learned how to tolerate pain and give out sharp tongue lashings from my brothers, and my sister's taught me never to dish it out if you can't take it...I haven't quite mastered that one yet, I must admit. I'm very hypocritical - get very witty and mouthy with people and then take offense when people start shooting back comebacks. I'm the type of person who will clash with a lot of people unless they're the submissive, quiet type, which is something I've learned to accept about myself."
CHAPTER TWO: Hogwarts
"Not only do I come from a zoo, but I also come from a long line of incredibly normal people. My dad is a banker, and Mum doesn't work. Before them, my grandparents were quite similar - my grandfather a stock broker of sorts, and my grandmother occasionally working as a nanny when necessary...and before them, their parents were incredibly ordinary. Our family is very traditional - everybody almost-too-happily married with children and leading their boring, normal old lives, complaining about adult problems such as taxes and who's going to do the grocery shopping this week. Tom and I were the shockers of the family, with what Mum likes to call our 'talents.'
Like me, Tom's a wizard. I'm actually quite thankful for that, because it means that my parents were already well-prepared for what that meant. Poor Tom had to do the briefing, and by the time I had received my letter, it was old hat for my parents. Tom had already finished his seventh year by then and was moving on to an internship at the Ministry. He wanted to attend University, too, but I don't think he ever ended up doing that. Tom's twenty-six, only just married last year with a baby on the way. His wife is a respectable young witch - twenty-four years old - named Calypso. I don't have any particular feelings for her, but I must admit that she's rather odd. It's like my giraffe of a brother bred with a hyena. I'm rather interested to see what that child's going to end up like.
My parents never had any particular opinion of their son and daughter being magical - I mean, obviously, because of their utter normality, they were extremely, extremely skeptical at first, but they'd seen the strange occurrences that usually happened around Tom and I, so it got to be that they didn't have any reason not to believe it. I suppose the good thing about being Muggle-born is that you don't have any sort of shoes to fill when it comes to being sorted. Tom and I were both put into very different houses - he a hardworking Hufflepuff, and myself a witty, street-smart Ravenclaw (though I don't seem to fit the stereotype of making the best marks and being the best, most attentive student) - and since our parents didn't know much of anything about Hogwarts in the first place, they couldn't really judge us for that. However, I think that if they did know, they'd be rather tolerant, so long as we weren't in Slytherin. Our parents have always hated the snotty, too-big-for-their-britches type of people, so I don't think they'd want us in a house that is the complete embodiment of that personality.
Hogwarts was a very new experience for me - especially because Tom had already left school by the time I was starting, so I didn't have anyone's hand to hold. I can't say that made me timid or shy, though. I'm not that type of person. Actually, I got in loads of trouble my first few years because of my tongue - I've always been someone who blurts out their thoughts without thinking about it first, so learning not to automatically say whatever comes to mind was rather tricky for me. All those detentions definitely helped with the learning process, though. Right now, the big challenge is keeping my marks up. I know Ravenclaws are supposed to be the smartest house, but I don't think I'm in Ravenclaw for my book smarts so much as my common sense. Apart from my filter, I'm very logical and tend to think I have good judgement. I just have trouble catching on to some things in class. Charms comes very easy to me, though. My biggest problem subjects would have to be Potions and Herbology. I suppose using a wand is my comfort zone and I'm just not willing to leave it yet."
CHAPTER THREE: Friends
"When I first started Hogwarts, I was nervous but very excited about the whole thing. I never had such a bad case of the jitters that I lost my personality, though. I was always very outgoing and eccentric, and I tried very, very desperately to warm up to people. I guess they could smell it on me, though - the desperation - and I guess that repelled people. First through third year were very lonely for me, and then I supposed I got a chest and turned pretty or something of the sorts, and suddenly people just wanted to talk to me. I sort of resented them for that, though. I mean, I had hit puberty, and changed physically, so that automatically made me a different person? I wasn't into that.
I guess that resentment combined with the fact that I was just used to being on my own by now made me want to keep my distance from people. They all assumed I was snobbish, though. They took my 'independent party' attitude as a sort of 'screw you,' like I thought I was better than everyone else. Since then I've sort of kept castle walls up around me, and I guess my goal this year is to get back to the way I used to be again. I don't want to be the shy, loner girl for the rest of my life. I'm not that girl. I just got to be that person because I didn't fit in. I'm trying to finally work up the courage to let my guard down."
CHAPTER FOUR: Amortentia
"I remember first learning about love potions - I read a book that I was going to write a report on to attempt to get my marks up in Potions. I'm not quite sure why, but I found the idea of amortentia very fascinating....perhaps because I've always found love in general very fascinating.
I'm not saying that I want to fall in love. I know it doesn't work like that - you can't go looking for the love of your life; you have to let him find you. I'm just saying, the possibility has always interested me. The only problem with love and boyfriends and commitment and serious relationships for me is that I'm not the type of person to trust somebody so easily. In fact, I've always believed that I don't give off a good impression. I don't mean to be standoffish, but I know that I have a hard time controlling my attitude. I suppose I've always been insecure about it, but now that boyfriends and such are becoming so important in our social spheres, I'm suddenly feeling the pressure of it. It's just hard to imagine any boy wanting to date a girl who doesn't tell him exactly what he wants to hear. Boys seem to be quite naive like that - they live in their own worlds. I suppose I'm a bit like that, too, but I like to think I'm smart enough not to get myself used.
I guess this is all beside the point. I think all I was trying to say is that I have no problem with boys but I think they have a problem with me. Perhaps if I tried the whole 'short-skirts, high-heels, zero-brains' thing that seems to work for the more popular students, I'd be more attractive."[/size][/ul]
alias: Haley
gender: Female
rp sample: Riley hadn't even thought it humanely possible to get this nervous until the night of the dance arrived. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror as he had been for at least an hour, he addressed the first problem - his appearance. Wearing a suit felt all wrong. For one thing, he felt like a dweeb with his shirt tucked into his pants, and just couldn't get his hair to look right. He'd gotten it to stay flat, but then it didn't look Riley-ish enough, so he messed it back up, and then he decided that he looked like he didn't care enough. He didn't want Miki to think he'd just rolled out of bed and into the one suit he owned...there wasn't anything he could do about it being the only suit he had - a charcoal-gray one, formerly reserved for church on Sundays - but he could do something about the bedhead-esque hairstyle.
After properly messing up and recombing his hair until he was satisified, Riley addressed the second problem on his list of issues - getting to the dance on time. He already had butterflies in his stomach, which he knew would affect his already-bad driving, so he would have to go extra-slow anyways, and he was already at least fifteen minutes past the start of the dance. Hoepfully Miki wasn't the type to show up late, either. As he grabbed the car keys from his dad and gave his mom a goodbye kiss on the cheek, his thoughts started to race. I'm dead. Tonight is the end of me. Something's going to screw up and then I'm going to die. Miki's going to hate me after this. His thoughts were growing more pessimistic by the minute, to the point where he thought he'd have to pull over and take a breather halfway to the dance. He didn't honestly believe he would mess up all that bad; he was just...super-freaking-totally-completely-absolutely-really-entirely nervous. Big time.
The third problem on his list of problems to be addressed was showing up and looking calm rather than like he'd just gotten electrocuted. Overall, Riley figured this would be the most difficult of them all, and it wasn't for no reason. Getting his thoughts to shut up was only half the deal; there was not blushing like a complete moron, not running into a member of the AV club (which would only stress him out even more), and not stammering his face off when he met up with Miki. Things had been so easy that night at her house before she'd asked him to the dance, so he was hoping that when he finally calmed the hell down, things would be just as simple. Luckily for him, when he got there, he scanned the entire room of dancing students and didn't see Miki yet. Letting out a sigh of relief, he flopped down into one of the plastic chairs sitting off at the side of the room and pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to catch his breath and stop feeling like someone had punched him in the gut.
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