Post by dorcas ilse meadowes on Dec 28, 2009 1:42:47 GMT
SCHOOL RECORDS
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DORCAS ILSE MEADOWES
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"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus" ,
Never tickle a sleeping dragon.
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FULL NAME :: Dorcas Ilse Meadowes
NICKNAME :: Dor, Dork, Cas, Cassie, Meadowes, etc.
AGE :: Seventeen
DATE OF BIRTH :: August fourth
SEXUALIY :: Straight
HOUSE :: Gryffindor (i dunno, that's what i see her as x3).
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YEAR :: Seventh
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WAND :: twelve inches, ash wood, phoenix tail feather
PET :: none
AMORTENTIA: :: melted chocolate, rain, some men's cologne
MIRROR OF ERISED: ::"So I'm not exactly the romantic type. I mean I do believe in soulmates, but not love at first sight. And I don't dream of having a prince find me and we live happily ever after in a castle. That's complete stupidity if you ask me.
Now when I look in the mirror of erised, I see myself as an auror for the ministry, catching bad guys and putting them in azkaban.I also see myself with an amazing man, holding me protectively against him, yet giving me some space to be who I want to be. I also see four or five kids running around everywhere, some with my light brown hair some with black, which I suppose means I want to end up with a dark-haired man, which I must admit seems quite reasonable to me, since I'm not exactly into blondes to be honest."
BOGGART: ::"Any kind of spider. They don't seem cute to me, alright? They're bloody gross, and have too many legs and eyes. It's actually pretty hideous to me. I can not stand the sight of them of them. I want to squish them and get rid of them all. There was that moment when I was learning how to fly - a really ridiculous moment if you ask me - that I freaked out over a spider. I don't even know if it actually was a spider or if it was something else, but I do know that they're scary. I've never really had a proper reason to justify my fear of them, apparently. I had this dream once though where this giant spider is chasing me and then almost ends up eating me, but instead ends up eating my hand and then gaining on me. Then I woke up before it actually eats me. To me, that's a good enough reason for me to be afraid of them, no?"
PATRONUS: ::"My patronus, of all bloody animals, is a hummingbird. I don't really bloody know why, because according to Lily it means beauty, wonder, agility, pure love & and joy as well as celebration of life. Can that be anymore wrong?
LIKES: :: Thunderstorms, the moon, dancing, parties, the rain, classic novels, piano music, alcohol, family, parties, winning, competition, friends, dogs, chocolate, tall guys, orchids, the ocean, weddings, being kissed on her neck, reading, masquerades, quidditch
DISLIKES: ::cats, death eaters, voldemort, headaches, prejudice,losing games, bad reputations, complete arrogance, tripping randomly, falling down the stairs, running into people, stuttering, looking helpless, acting pathetic, seeming weak, being ignored, being called old, forgetting things, losing things, feeling stupid, cigarettes, smoking, disgusting greasy hair, violent people, being left alone, making mistakes, blueberries, cold hands, sweaty hands, not getting enough sleep, root vegetables, homework, bright lights, flashing lights, large groups of people.
STRENGTHS: ::loyal, trustworthy, courageous, rather intelligent, generally optimistic, persistent
WEAKNESSES: ::
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WHY HELLO! :: melissa
SO YOUR :: sixteen years old
AND YOU'VE BEE MAGIAL FOR :: three-four years
WOWZA IS THAT THE TIME!? :: eastern standard ,
SAT-NAV? :: saw your advertisement on another board
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE :: Rain had always been one of the only things that could drag Veronique outside without a complaint. the sun tended to burn her delicate, pale skin, so why even bother to go outside in the sunshine? This was the reason why Veronique had woken up that morning with a genuine smile on her face. No bright light was coming through the window next to her four - poster bed. Which could only mean one of three things. It was raining, it was still nighttime, or one of the other girls had decided to cover up her window with some piece of fabric. Knowing two of them were completely insane, as her clock stated the current time to be six in the morning, she knew the sun would've normally been up, and none of her roommates would've.
She had gotten out of bed, and had silently cheered that it was Saturday. A Hogsmead weekend at that too. For once, She had a valid reason to be off school grounds. She had quickly gotten dressed, throwing on the first top and skirt She found in her suitcase. It had ended up being a tank top, one that was started to be way too small for her, and her favorite white mini skirt. She knew she'd be in a huge amount of trouble if any teacher saw her heading out to Hogsmead in such an outfit, so she threw on a long, thin vest on top of everything, and headed out of the dormitory.
It felt like mere seconds later that she was standing by the entrance gates to the castle, on the grounds. She looked back toward the castle behind her, guessing not many people were up at this time. Or at least, no one she wouldn't mind spending a weekend in Hogsmead with. She gave a small sigh before turning around and walking toward one of the waiting carriages. She knew that the Hogsmead visit wasn't for another few hours, but she simply wasn't going to wait around for everyone to come out and then go off with everyone. what fun would that be?
When she reached the village, it was downright pouring rain. A small groan escaped her rosy lips as she started running around the wet stone pathway. there had to be someplace she could go to not get completely drenched by the storm. honeydukes? Nah. The amount in the sugar in that store would only lead her to an extremely unwanted sugar high. The three broomsticks? Neither. Too many people went there. It was then that she saw it. She had arrived at the end of the main road, and now saw a small sign hanging above a shabby looking building. 'the hog's head pub ... guess it could work for the time being.' Veronique thought as She raced toward the building.
The first thing the Gryffindor noticed when she entered, was that there was barely anyone. A small of triumph crossed her face. She had finally found the perfect place for the time being. She made her way toward the counter, where an old looking guy was, 'cleaning' a glass with a dirty rag. Veronique scrunched her nose up a slight bit, but decided that for a drink it didn't really matter. "firewhisky please." She said simply, deciding not to be too impolite with the man. He handed her a glass, a bored expression on his face, and she handed him the small amount of wizarding money he asked for. She drank her glass quickly, impatient to feel warm again. It was only then that she realized how horrible she looked. Her hair was absolutely ruined, and both her top and skirt were sticking to her body. She gave a small sigh as she asked the man for a refill. She wouldn't be able to do anything, so instead of dealing with the fact that she now probably looked horrible, she decided to drink her problems away. Something she hadn't done in a while.
After a mere amount of four firewhiskies, Veronique was starting to feel the pain disappear. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to think of something to do. She was obviously quite drunk already, so what would be the use of going outside and walking around in a weird way? "Any available rooms?" She asked the old man. Whenever she was drunk, she could only manage to come out with three word sentences that made sense. Any more words and She's mix them all over the place. "yeah, yeah. take the key, room sixty seven. go wash yourself up and you can pay for it after." the man grumbled, throwing her a key, bronze with rust.
Without another word, Veronique headed up the stairs, stumbling every few steps until she found her room. It took her a few tries to enter the key correctly in the keyhole and open the door, but she managed it on her own. She entered the small room, closing the door behind her. All the was in this room was a rather shabby bed, a lit fireplace, a nightstand, and a door leading to another room. Most probably a bathroom. Veronique headed toward the bed, and sat down as quietly as She could on it. She took off her boots, since they were just about useless indoors as out. They too were drenched, so the coldness of the floor didn't affect her as much as it probably should have.
She slipped her arms out of her vest, and shrugged out of her tank top. It had really started to bother her, sticking to her body the way it had. She laid them on the floor by the small fireplace, decided She was going to wait until they dried before doing anything else. So she simply stood there, in nothing but her wet skirt and bra, trying to decided whether or not she should go back down for another drink. That was one of the major problems when she was drunk. She didn't know when to stop.
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