Post by hart on May 22, 2011 23:54:13 GMT
harley mackenzie hart
SEVENTEEN - RAVENCLAW - PUREBLOOD - ASHLEY GREENE - HOGWARTS
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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this is where i tell you about myself, is it? well, there isn't so much i find worthy of telling. i'm 17 and i still don't know who i am. my parents were never around to help me with anything, my family was crumbling when i was a child. the man my mother is married to isn't my dad. she had an affair and got pregnant, and now i'm pretty much hated by my whole family. my father hates me because i'm not his, my mother hates me because i have my real father (her boss)'s hair, my siblings just plain despise me, and my grandparents think i'm a disgrace to the all slytherin family. it's the best family in the world, right?
now, despite this, i've grown up stronger. i'm not exactly confident in myself, and i don't exactly know who i am, but i know that i'm strong. i know i can get through things, whether i'm unharmed or not. i'm not fearless like my sisters, and i'm not mean like them either. i love muggleborns, i'm quite good friends with some. i hate being mean, and i always apologize tons of times when i think i might have hurt someone.
there are those moments when i get so angry that i just have to explode at someone. and when i do get angry, i can be really really mean. i hate it when i get like this. i guess you could say i have a temper, but i try my best to controls it unlike my family. i absolutely hate it when people compare me to my family. they are nothing like me. i'm nothing like them, i know that much. i don't like when people associate me with them, it's not something i'm okay with.
my magic... now that brings me some joy. i love the feel of my wand, the way the magic works, the charms, spells, and jinxes. i love everything about magic. it makes my life interesting. when i'm using magic, everything else in my life seems small and inconsequential. my life seems better, even if for only a few minutes. i also love quidditch. i'm a chaser. it's a really filling thing to score, to hear the quaffle skimming the metal ring, to watch the keeper miss the ball. it's great. i love beating slytherin too.
my siblings are all older than me, slytherin graduates. jules is 19, henry is 22, and veronica is 25. veronica's the most mean of all my family, she horrible. absolutely horrible. she cut of my brother henry's finger when they were younger, before i was born. she is more feared than she is hated though. my parents are very proud of her.
my favorite subject in school is... well i don't have a favorite. i love all of them. i love school. the place and the actually education. i love being able to learn things other than dark magic as i would if my parents got their way. even after the battle (where i didn't fight because i didn't have the guts to fight against my family), they still support darkness and all the causes voldemort stood for. it's terrible. i avoid going home at all costs.
when i got my magic, my family like me a little better. i didn't discover it until i was 11, and the were worried that i was a squib, a bad blood. but i wasn't, and that took a little of the hostility away, but not much. i discovered it while i was in florida. (i was born in california, where my mother was having the affair, but then we moved back to london--we go to florida for vacation, well they do, i don't anymore.) i turned some water green and then yellow and then purple, and i kept changing the colors of the waves. this still is my favorite thing, making things change color. it's fun and amusing.
well, that's what i've deemed worthy of telling. i told you some random pointless extra things as well, so go easy on me. thanks for listening.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: hannah
gender: female
age: 13, fourteen in less than a month
contact: aim: superOgurl13@aim.com
how you found us: you advertised on my site, and i was doing the link back when i read the plot and wanted to join. =]
other characters: this is my first.
experience: almost 3 years. since i was about 11.
role play sample:harley moved past her parents, not wanting at all to talk to them. they had called her back to give her a chance, but she didn't want it. she wanted her family's acceptance, but not like this. her house was known for it's torture chamber and prison in the basement. they had helped voldemort with... situations... when he was still alive. but, now they just tortured people purely for fun. and this was the way they wanted harley to prove she was part of the family.
they had brought an innocent muggle into the house and wanted harley to torture and kill him. she just couldn't do that. and as she was walking away, she realized they would kill him if she didn't save him. she turned on her heal, summing up every bit of courage she had. she walked back, unbuckled him, grabbed his hand, and pictured a muggle park in her mind. she felt the sudden gut wrenching twist and movement as she apparited to the park. she sat the muggle on the swing and started running away, this time picturing the hogwarts lake, feeling once again the pushing and pressure sensation of apparition.
she felt her ankles getting cold. great, i'm in the water. these are new jeans! she said to herself. she walked up to the shore, hoping that there wouldn't be consequences for her actions. she wished she had whipped the muggle's memory or something so that he wouldn't tell anyone. oh well, it was too late. harley sat on the shore, pulling her shoes and socks off, and she rolled up her pant legs. she looked behind her at the castle that seemed to glow in the morning light. "it's good to be home," she said.
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this one i know is famous.