Post by daisyhookum on May 13, 2012 6:17:01 GMT
daisy grace hookum
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full name: daisy grace hookum
age: seventeen
year: seventh
birthday: june 18th
blood line: half blood
occupation: student
house: ravenclaw
Daisy is genuinely a gentle person. Unless you anger her,which is nearly impossible to do,you'll rarely see her dark side. Some say that it’s due to her innate laziness. Daisy is almost obnoxiously friendly and cheerful to just about everyone. Some call her a loud-mouth, she calls it being social. She's the type that greets everyone with a smile, even those she really doesn't like. She has an almost annoyingly optimistic outlook on life, greeting everything head-on. She always believes that it will be all right in the end, no matter what, and though she can get down at times, she keeps her chin up. She seems to always be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, greeting everyone with a friendly smile and a fond word. She never seems to run out of energy, always bouncing about vivaciously. Although it can be an annoying trait of hers, Daisy is that girl who always asks a million questions and, once she gets answers to her questions, comes up with a million more. Annoying, but she seems to have a curiosity that is never satisfied.
Daisy has a stubborn streak a mile wide. even if she is proven wrong, she will not change her path. She has been known as ‘mule-headed’, and once she has decided to do something, the gods help everyone, because she will do it. Once she makes a promise, be sure that she’ll keep to it. On the good side, this makes her an incredibly loyal friend. She'll do anything for her loved ones, and would willingly die for them. But the bad side? She'll never back down, even when proved wrong. She'd rather die that admit that she made a mistake, and hardly ever changes her mind. She's a very opinionated young woman, that's for sure.
She's very down-to-earth and honest, almost brutally honest. But she never means to hurt anyone ,actually, she hates hurting others. She absolutely sucks at telling lies, and would totally prefer not to, if she had the choice in the matter. Daisy can be slightly tactless. It's not that she means to be rude or anything like that. But she isn't the type to beat it around the bush. Brutally honest - to the point it can be offensive - she can be harsh in her opinions. If she thinks you’re being stupid, she'll say so. Of course, she'll try and say it in a nice way, but she won&'t lie to you. She's very bold and opinionated, but she isn't one to run over others beliefs with her own. She'll listen to you, whether or not she agrees with you. It isn't in her nature to be a liar, though, so be prepared to be told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Maybe a bit too trusting. Daisy believes that everyone in inherently good, even if they are a bit twisted now. Idealistic, she thinks that everyone can be helped. She’s much like those people you read about, who believe that everyone is just misguided, that they can be helped. Which, unfortunately, doesn'work. She opens herself up too easily, and often is hurt because of it. But she's not one to close off her heart, not to anyone.
history:
dear diary: i got a letter today
Daisy Hookum, age 11
A watched pot never boils, her mother always said, and Daisy still had no idea what that meant but she rather imagined it was similar to watching the window and waiting for an owl. Apparently, an anticipated owl never arrived. Having been evacuated from a tree in the garden by an irate nanny, Daisy Hookum, scrubbed squeaky clean and smelling of freshly laundered clothing, was sitting in the kitchen with a book propped open on the table before her. In the short time she’d been in the kitchen, and quite without meaning to, the young girl already had a smudge of flour on her nose and a spot of treacle on the collar of her dress. Her mother wouldn't be pleased but Sophie's thoughts were confined to her forthcoming mail, if it ever arrived, of course. She’d barely managed to get through half a page, so rapt was her attention on the partially opened window above the sink.
House elves scurried back and forth along the stone floor, dutifully ignoring their young mistress. She was a regular presence in the kitchen, and had been from a young age. She liked the gentle hustle and bustle of the kitchen, the soft whisper of the fire crackling in the hearth, the lingering scent of herbs and spices in the warmed air. Even the pattering of feet and hushed voices of the diminutive domestics was a comfort. From the corner of her eye, there was a flash, merely a flicker of colour, out of place in the blue ribbon of sky. Daisy stood abruptly and hurried to the window.
Was it?
It was!
"Mum, dad! They're here! Our letters are here!" Daisy burst into the drawing room, clutching crumpled parchment in a tight fist and energetically waving it about. She stumbled and tripped breathlessly over her words, jumbling her sentences and abandoning her usual rational progression of thought in her excitement. "Our letters. We're going to Hogwarts! We're going to school! Can we go shopping? Right now, please! We need books and things and quills, cauldrons, nice copper ones, and a wand, oh, daddy, I need a wand! My very own wand!
Proud parents looked fondly at their pink-cheeked daughter, who continued to talk and dance around the room. Her brother and sister, who were both at an age where very little impressed them, merely glanced up for a brief moment to acknowledge their sister before returning engrossed attention to their toys.
"Do you think I'll be in Ravenclaw? Charlotte said I might be because I'm awfully clever. Peter Warrington next door says I'll have to wrestle a troll to be sorted. Surely that can't be legal, can it mum? I don't have to wrestle a troll, do I?"
"Of course not. We're civilised witches and wizards, dear. We don't wrestle trolls these days."
Daisy stuck her hand forward, waving the crumpled parchment back and forth beneath her father's nose. Adam Hookum cheerfully took the proffered letter, perched his spectacles on the end of his nose and read it with all the thoroughness one would expect from a professional lawyer. "We'll have to go to Diagon Alley Alexandra," he said, addressing his wife and holding out the letter.
"It's much too late now, darling," Mrs Hookum urged her excited daughter to sit on the sofa beside her, briefly skimming the contents of the letter as she did so. Then she handed it once again to the intended recipient, drawing Daisy close and absently smoothing her daughter's dress collar. "There's a spot on your dress, dear. I do wish you'd be careful."
"I promise never to dirty my school robes!" Daisy declared enthusiastically.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Sunshine," her father quipped, returning to his newspaper with a twinkle in his eye.
Daisy Hookum laughed and flopped back on the couch. "Watch your posture, darling!" rereading her acceptance letter for the hundredth time. Only three months to go, she thought gleefully. Three months and she'd have her adventure!
dear diary: one of these days life will make sense
Daisy Hookum, age 14
"Library again?"
"Arithmancy."
"Have you considered seeking out intelligent life elsewhere, Daisy?"
"There isn't any. I'm sure of it."
"Very well. Have you considered seeking out unintelligent life?"
"Why would I do that when I've got you."
"Now, is that any way to talk to your best friend?"
"Would that be the same best friend that dressed her cat in my knickers?"
"I was bored."
"Yes, but did you have to use my knickers?"
"We share a dormitory and I know how to get into your trunk, so yes."
"Convenience is everything, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. Now, back to your social life. Or lack thereof."
"I have a social life. I socialize with the people in the library."
"Swots the lot of them!"
"Perhaps, but I'm one of them, remember?"
"Good point."
"Not all of us are as naturally brilliant as you, Tia. Some of us do have to study, you know."
"Oh pish, nobody needs to study as much as you do."
"I like studying."
"Well, you're done for the evening."
"Oh?"
"Yes. We're off to the common room to partake in some mischief with real people."
"Dare I ask the nature of this mischief?"
"I don't yet know the nature of this mischief."
"Trust fate to be our guide?"
"Precisely. We'll go where the wind blows."
"I'd rather have a plan. Perhaps even an itinerary if you'd be so kind."
"I insist on impulse, Dee. Just this once let your hair down."
"I don't know..."
"Come on...you know you want to!"
"If I must. But..."
"But...?"
"If we end the night in the Astronomy Tower with the Slytherin boys planning to play strip poker again, you're on your own."
"You, Daisy Hookum, are a spoilsport."
"I'd rather keep my clothes on, thank you very much."
dear diary:everything of relevance happens in the library
Daisy Hookum, age 16
"What are you doing?"
"Helping with your equations."
"Do you have to sit so close while you help?"
"Am I distracting you, Miss Hookum?"
"Of course not - stop smirking. Shut up!"
"I didn't say anything!Ëť
"But you're thinking it."
"You're very cute when you're flustered."
"..."
"You're even cuter when you're speechless."
"What...what are you doing now?"
"Still helping with your equations."
"Is it, um, necessary to hold my hand while you do so?"
"I need to show you where you went wrong, Sunshine. You missed a vital step here and the quantities are wrong if you put in that much antimony, your potion will explode."
"Explode?"
"Precisely."
"Can I have my hand back?"
"Certainly."
"Merlin, what are you doing now?"
"Contemplating."
"Contemplating what?"
"My next course of action."
"I see."
"..."
"ËťWhatareyoudoing?Ëť
"I should have thought that was obvious."
"youkissedme!"
"Ten points to Hufflepuff, Miss Hookum."
"Why did you kiss me?!"
"Because I wanted to."
"Because you wanted to? What sort of an excuse is that?!"
"Very well, what would you rather I have said?"
"A comment on your lack of sanity, perhaps. You shouldn't be kissing someone like me!"
"Gee, if looks could kill. Okay, okay. WeÄŹĹĽËťll discuss further kissing later, alright?"
"You're awfully presumptuous, you know."
"You're awfully wonderful, you know."
"I don't... Shut up and do your homework, Toots. We've got to get through Charms before lunch."[/ul]
alias: Agnes
gender: female
rp sample:
It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon at Hogwarts castle. Students were out lounging in the sunlight, enjoying themselves, the Ravenclaw common room had been bristling with excitement that morning about the beautiful day, which meant the library was practically deserted... just the way Sophie liked it. Her friends had tried to drag her outside to enjoy the sunlight and relax before school really got back into swing and the homework started piling up even worse than it already was but somehow she had managed to escape to the library without too much fuss.
She loved when the library was all hers, she could lose herself in the world of books without having to worry about anyone interrupting her. Sophie had always loved books, how they offered an escape from any problems she may be having and offered every answer you could ever hope to find if you knew where to look. Today she was there for academic reasons, she had an essay to finish for potions class and needed some of the library books to clarify some of what she had read in her potions textbook on polyjuice potion. She had always been the sort of girl who felt the need to double check her facts against another source.
That had been Phe's original plan : to go to the library and finish her potions essay, but she got distracted as she often did when it came to a huge room full of books and somehow wound up on the opposite side of the library from where she needed to be with her nose buried in a book about hippogriffs of all things. She had always found hippogriffs to be extremely interesting creatures but she really had absolutely no need to be reading about them. And to make things worse not only was her nose buried in the wrong book but she was walking and reading at the same time, something anyone who knows her could tell you was a bad thing. You see Sophie was clumsy when it came to multitasking; not clumsy in the occasionally dropping things fashion... not clumsy in the catastrophic sort of fashion, she was the girl who could find something to trip on on a bare, flat surface. So needless to say her walking and reading was definitely not a good combination... as was made apparent when she bumped into someone sending them both falling to the floor. Well that definitely hadn't been in her plans for the day.
Heat flooded her cheeks. "I am so sorry," she said as she covered her face in mortification. Shaking her head she sat up and then pushed herself off of the floor. She offered her hand to the person in front of her. Shaking her head she bent down to pick up the books that had fallen to the ground. "I really am terribly sorry, is there any way I can make it up to you?" Sophie asked her cheeks still red from embarrassment.
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