Post by tinyglasshouses on May 23, 2011 23:47:24 GMT
molly lydia weasley
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: molly lydia weasley
nicknames: molls
birthday: april sixteenth
age: sixteen
house: hufflepuff
blood status: halfblood
face claim: candice accola
school: for beauxbatons/durmstrang students only!
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes: photography, sugar icing, romance from afar, picnics, summer, floral patterns, lace, dancing, accomplishing tasks, little kids, and cheesy muggle movies.
dislikes: confrontation, meeting new people, essays, any kind of meat, the winter, her parents, rodents, heights, slytherins, having to memorize things, and parties.
strengths: sweet, determined, finishes tasks easily, optomistic, loyal, schoolwork- oriented, and patient.
weaknesses: ditsy, perfectionist, hates talking about feelings, scared of love, shy, too stubborn for her own good, and has a bad memory.
veritaserum: her mother enrolled her in dance lessons when she was little, she's a vegetarian, she hates that her parents argue, and sometimes she feels as though her father doesn't understand her at all.
dementor: Her worst memory is from when she was fourteen years old. Her life had always been perfect in the viewpoint of everyone else, and it had seemed that way to her, too. When she came home for the summer in her fourth year, though, it turned out that her parents had begun arguing. Molly had always been one for romance, so when she came home to hear her parents screaming at each other, it crushed a lot of the hopes she had for finding love herself. Her dementor is, actually, a dying animal, though. She's a vegetarian and has a horrible fear of animals being killed to be eaten.
patronus: Molly's best memory takes place at a muggle dance studio when she was six. Molly had always been incredibly shy and anti-social in her muggle school years, seeing as her mother was muggle and insisted on sending her, so her mother decided to enroll her into dance lessons to hopefully help with her shyness. It didn't help all that much, but when Molly entered that classroom and did the five ballet steps, it was the first time she actually felt like she belonged. Her patronus is a deer because she's incredibly shy and naive, yet determined.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: percy weasley, 44, the ministry
mother: audrey harper, 42, kindergarden teacher
siblings: lucy weasley, 16, ravenclaw
others: the rest of the weasley family
overall history: Molly Lydia Weasley was born to Percy Weasley and Audrey Harper on April Sixteenth. A few minutes later, her twin, Lucy Weasley, was born. Growing up, Molly lived in the city of London, as her father worked for the ministry and liked to be close to his work, because he preffered walking over apparating. Her mother, Audrey, was a muggle who worked as a Kindergarden teacher at the local elementary school. Audrey and Percy fell deeply in love, even though they were incredibly different. As Molly grew older, she looked up to her mother and father, feeling as though they were the greatest example of love there could be. It gave her hope for the world, and she drank it up, wanting to believe it all and just take it in.
When Molly and her sister turned five years old, their mother insisted on sending them to muggle school. Percy accepted, and so she enrolled them. When they got there, everything seemed to be fine, and they dropped the two girls off, happy that they were starting their first day. However, when her mother went to go pick them up, the teacher informed her that Molly was highly antisocial, and refused to participate in any of the activities. When she was asked why, she could barely utter a word, resulting to shaking her head instead. No one could get her to talk all day, and her mother was apalled by this. Molly had always been a very chatty girl around her family, so they decided to put her into ballet lessons, in hopes that it would help her awkwardness.
When she turned eleven, she recieved her letter to Hogwarts, and she was completely ecstatic. Her school years went quite uneventfully. She worked hard to keep up with the others in school, but she had a hard time because she was rather spacey and couldn't remember things easily. When she set her mind to it though she could complete tasks in a heartbeat. She was always somewhat of a romanticist, and she liked to watch from afar, always pretending that a charming prince would sweep her off her feet. She never approached anyone though in the fear of rejection.
Tension grew between Molly's parents as she got older, and eventually when she came home in her fourth year, she found them in a full out screaming match. It upset her that they would go at it like that, and the arguing just kept getting worse and worse as time went on. Sometimes, she would try to stop them, insisting that what they were arguing over was stupid and pointless, but then her father would grow frustrated and leave the room. He always left the room. It began to crush her dreams of finding love like they did, and suddenly she felt like there was no hope for it at all. Her parents stayed together because they didn't want to hurt Molly and Lucy, but the arguing keeps getting worse as time goes on.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
[/size]you had never met me - - - - - -[/center]
name/alias: lyssie
gender: female
age: seventeen
contact: pm please (:
how you found us: caution 2.0
other characters: none!
experience: almost three years
role play sample:I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone.
The words echoed through Rory’s mind, trapping her in her own state of fear. She was terrified beyond belief, scared out of her mind, and she felt like there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her mind was taking on its own life, considering all the types of horrible things that could happen to her out here. All alone. And she couldn’t prevent it. What had she been thinking anyways? Sneaking out at night? Never. She was a goody-two-shoes; she never did anything that wasn’t permitted. And, yet, here she was, all alone in the forbidden forest at one o’clock in the morning.
Hah, getting some fresh air- she was crazy! Who knew what happened out here at nighttime anyways? Especially to muggle-borns. Death eaters probably came out here late at night just looking for a couple of muggle-borns to torture and then kill. She was hated by many of wizards in the wizarding world, she knew, but there was nothing she could do about it. And with all the killings of muggle-borns that had been going on lately, she was more terrified than usual. She was stupid for coming out to the Forbidden Forest, and walking around. Stupid.
Her mind finally registered the danger she could possibly be in, and the loud threats echoing in her mind just increased. What, did she want to die? Her breathing increased harshly, and Rory sat down on a log just to catch her breath a little bit. She had to get out of her, fast, but she couldn’t do it if her stomach started cramping up and her breathing turned bad. Rory tucked a piece of long brown hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear, her gaze lingering on different things in the forest. Bushes, trees- anything someone could pop out of. Call her paranoid, but she knew she was trying to just stay alive. She wasn’t going to leave her brother, especially since he pulled through just because she begged him to.
I need to leave, she thought, and with that she pulled herself up off the tree log, staggering a bit to catch her balance. She wasn’t the most graceful person in the world. Her eyes darted back and forth, and for the first time she noticed just how deep into the forest she was. It took her a few seconds to realize which way she came, and when she did, she set off silently for the exit. She no longer wanted to be inside the Forbidden Forest, and it scared her deeply. Stupid, stupid me, she cursed herself again for coming out, only to be interrupted by a loud SNAP! She whirled around, mixed emotions flicking across her face. “H-hello?” She gulped, continuingly turning around in all directions, “W-w-who’s there?”
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