Post by gwen on May 22, 2009 20:30:11 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Magdalena Lucy D'Alessandro
AGE: 15
YEAR or OCCUPATION: Fifth Year
BIRTHDAY: 11th November
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
FAMILY: Lucyna D'Alessandro (mother), Lucas Pace (father), Celia D'Alessandro (younger sister), Nerys D'Alessandro (older sister)
ANYTHING ELSE:
** Her name is Magdalena but her friends tend to shorten it to Magda, Mags and even sometimes Lena!
** Her father went AWOL and left Magda's family to fend for themselves after the birth of Celia (now 12). It was hard at first, especially for Nerys (now 20) who had to help a lot looking after her younger siblings as Magda was only 3 at the time.
** She'll proudly educate you on Malta where she comes from. She lives on the island of Comino, the smallest of the three islands that constitute Malta.
** She's a feisty, crrrrrazy but lovely Gryffindor!
** She enjoys excessive dancing, singing; yes, especially in the rain (: !
** She lavishes her mad behaviour on her friends and always looks for a laugh!
** Magda is quite short (well, average for her age) with long, browny-blonde tresses that fall down to her waist and sharp emerald eyes!
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
Kasper's slouching steps were muffled by the soft soles of his worn down trainers as he shuffled down the country road. He was in Oxford, taking a 'brisk' walk, getting away from the hub-bub of family life. He'd been home for a week now, and although it was nice to spend time with the parentals from time to time, since there were no siblings at present to tease or meander about with, he had to make do by himself. Dad was at work and Mum had shooed him out of the kitchen. She was baking for the annual cake sale of the small Oxfordshire village they lived in and was getting a little stressed. So Kasper had left her to her own and gone out and about for a breath of fresh air.
And it was actually doing him some good, slouching or not slouching. He picked up the pace, determined now to make use of the unpolluted counrty air. Speeding up to a run and then literally sprinting following the road, Kasper drew in deep breaths until his breathing evened out, which was pretty soon. He was physically fit still, the time that he wasn't pulling pints, he was in Auror training and let me tell you, they put those Aurors-to-be through a little bit of hell. But he liked it, it gave him something to do, which stopped him from thinking. About things he didn't want to think about.
And then suddenly the blue sky clouded over. the bright sunlight disappearing behind a merging of grey clouds. The blond gazed up at the sky and groaned softly to himself. Another day of rain? And it had started out so well... Shrugging as he continued to run, he changed his mind abruptly as the first drops of rain fell on him. A good soaking down would do him good; the rain was mildly cold and surprisingly comforting.
Five minutes later and rounding another bend in the road, Kasper was already soaked to the bone. What had started off as a mild shower had quickly multiplied to cats and dogs. Slowing down to a run rather than a sprint, he purged onwards, down the hill towards the centre of town.
hi, my name is GWEN and i joined because i am bored out of my brains.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Magdalena Lucy D'Alessandro
AGE: 15
YEAR or OCCUPATION: Fifth Year
BIRTHDAY: 11th November
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor
FAMILY: Lucyna D'Alessandro (mother), Lucas Pace (father), Celia D'Alessandro (younger sister), Nerys D'Alessandro (older sister)
ANYTHING ELSE:
** Her name is Magdalena but her friends tend to shorten it to Magda, Mags and even sometimes Lena!
** Her father went AWOL and left Magda's family to fend for themselves after the birth of Celia (now 12). It was hard at first, especially for Nerys (now 20) who had to help a lot looking after her younger siblings as Magda was only 3 at the time.
** She'll proudly educate you on Malta where she comes from. She lives on the island of Comino, the smallest of the three islands that constitute Malta.
** She's a feisty, crrrrrazy but lovely Gryffindor!
** She enjoys excessive dancing, singing; yes, especially in the rain (: !
** She lavishes her mad behaviour on her friends and always looks for a laugh!
** Magda is quite short (well, average for her age) with long, browny-blonde tresses that fall down to her waist and sharp emerald eyes!
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
Kasper's slouching steps were muffled by the soft soles of his worn down trainers as he shuffled down the country road. He was in Oxford, taking a 'brisk' walk, getting away from the hub-bub of family life. He'd been home for a week now, and although it was nice to spend time with the parentals from time to time, since there were no siblings at present to tease or meander about with, he had to make do by himself. Dad was at work and Mum had shooed him out of the kitchen. She was baking for the annual cake sale of the small Oxfordshire village they lived in and was getting a little stressed. So Kasper had left her to her own and gone out and about for a breath of fresh air.
And it was actually doing him some good, slouching or not slouching. He picked up the pace, determined now to make use of the unpolluted counrty air. Speeding up to a run and then literally sprinting following the road, Kasper drew in deep breaths until his breathing evened out, which was pretty soon. He was physically fit still, the time that he wasn't pulling pints, he was in Auror training and let me tell you, they put those Aurors-to-be through a little bit of hell. But he liked it, it gave him something to do, which stopped him from thinking. About things he didn't want to think about.
And then suddenly the blue sky clouded over. the bright sunlight disappearing behind a merging of grey clouds. The blond gazed up at the sky and groaned softly to himself. Another day of rain? And it had started out so well... Shrugging as he continued to run, he changed his mind abruptly as the first drops of rain fell on him. A good soaking down would do him good; the rain was mildly cold and surprisingly comforting.
Five minutes later and rounding another bend in the road, Kasper was already soaked to the bone. What had started off as a mild shower had quickly multiplied to cats and dogs. Slowing down to a run rather than a sprint, he purged onwards, down the hill towards the centre of town.