Post by erin on May 24, 2009 17:15:06 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Erin Giselle Seymour
AGE: 16
YEAR: Seventh Year
BIRTHDAY: 14th July
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
FAMILY: Charlotte Seymour (mother - deceased), Pierre Seymour (father - deceased), Ursa Durand (aunt and legal guardian), Linette Durand (cousin)
ANYTHING ELSE:
* Erin's parents are both dead. Her mother was stabbed in front of her for being a muggleborn when she was but five years old. She watched her pure-blood father succumb to grief two years later.
* She was left to her father's sister Ursa Durand who took her in unwillingly. Erin proved to be the very worst nightmare for her aunt, who reminded her how her mother obviously did not deserve to live as she was a 'filthy mudblood' at every opportunity.
* Erin cannot wait to inherit her father's legacy (although insubstantial is a starting point) at the age of eighteen.
* This Ravenclaw has brains and that's pretty much the only reason she was placed in this House. She doesn't play by anyone else's rules but her own. You'll find her crouching behind a wall, drink and spliff in hand.
* Erin might be a riot but she is silent in her chaos. Words come to her reluctantly, she prefers to speak by actions, or not to communicate at all.
{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 of, yes, the bordeom.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: Erin Giselle Seymour
AGE: 16
YEAR: Seventh Year
BIRTHDAY: 14th July
SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
FAMILY: Charlotte Seymour (mother - deceased), Pierre Seymour (father - deceased), Ursa Durand (aunt and legal guardian), Linette Durand (cousin)
ANYTHING ELSE:
* Erin's parents are both dead. Her mother was stabbed in front of her for being a muggleborn when she was but five years old. She watched her pure-blood father succumb to grief two years later.
* She was left to her father's sister Ursa Durand who took her in unwillingly. Erin proved to be the very worst nightmare for her aunt, who reminded her how her mother obviously did not deserve to live as she was a 'filthy mudblood' at every opportunity.
* Erin cannot wait to inherit her father's legacy (although insubstantial is a starting point) at the age of eighteen.
* This Ravenclaw has brains and that's pretty much the only reason she was placed in this House. She doesn't play by anyone else's rules but her own. You'll find her crouching behind a wall, drink and spliff in hand.
* Erin might be a riot but she is silent in her chaos. Words come to her reluctantly, she prefers to speak by actions, or not to communicate at all.
{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.