Post by Minerva McGonagall on Jun 15, 2009 15:10:50 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: MINERVA IRENE MCGONAGALL
AGE: FIFTEEN
YEAR or OCCUPATION: FIFTH
BIRTHDAY: OCTOBER 4, 1925
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: HOGWARTS
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR
FAMILY:
IRENE MCGONAGALL - MOTHER - FORTY SEVEN
PATRICK MCGONAGALL - FATHER - FORTY NINE
_______ MCGONAGALL - BROTHER - TWELVE
ANYTHING ELSE:
BELIEVES HIGHLY OF LOYALTY.
EXTREMELY CLEVER AND INTELLIGENT
LOVES CATS AND PLAID
ADORES QUIDDITCH
CAN ACT A BIT UPTIGHT SOMETIMES
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
“Good morning, Mister Nott,” Grace bowed her head slightly to the tall boy who sat down next to her for breakfast. Theodore Nott was a very timely boy. He was never late for anything and never needed a sort of prompting to awake on time in the morning. “Good morning, Grace.” Theodore nodded to his guardian who he had learned to respect. His father was hardly ever in town and when he was he never had time for his only son. Of course not, what a silly thing to do. Nott Sr. had much more important business to attend to. Theodore nibbled at the piece of toast that Grace had prepared for them this morning. Ever since his mother died, when Theodore was nine, Grace had been there to act as a motherly figure to him. She was more or less his nanny, or Guardian rather, she was a respected women, who his father had hired to ensure Theodore never wavered in his schooling. However, Theodore treated Grace with much more respect than he had ever held for his father. Grace let Theo have free rein, as long as he controlled himself and got good grades in school. It was a mutual understanding they had and a good one at that. “Are you ready for the new year, sir?” Theodore looked up at his Guardian, surprised by the questions, “Yes, and I plan on doing well on my OWL’s.” He knew it was the answer she expected to hear and he was happy to give her that.
The trip to the Hogwarts Platform was no longer than he expected it to take. Theodore was always one of the earliest to arrive. He recalled back in his first year how he didn’t want to be late and convinced Grace to get him there an hour before the train would leave. They were so early, there was only a few other students around. Theodore was afraid that he hadn’t made the train, but of course he had. He had refined his arrival methods over time, but nevertheless, he was still always one of the first and he was proud of that fact. He would hate to be one of the last people on the train. The Weasley’s always seemed to come late. He remembered a few years ago how all those red heads were scurrying onto the train, just before the whistle blew. They had awfully lucky timing. Theodore secretly hoped this year they would all be two minutes too late, but he couldn’t get his hopes up to high yet. When they appeared in the Muggle train station just outside the platform, Grace gave Theodore his things and bid him good bye. She had offered to carry his possessions onto the train and put them away for him, but Theodore wouldn’t have it be so. His parents had taught him well about manners, and it was very rude to have a woman carry his luggage. Although Grace worked for his father, he respected her immensely and would not risk her causing pain to herself by carrying on his luggage. After Theodore shook her hand, he tucked his Daily Prophet under his arm and wheeled his luggage through the platform. Just as he suspected he was one of the first to arrive. There were not many students around, as of yet, maybe they would all be late. Theodore could only hope.
Hauling his luggage onto the train was no more a burden than tying your shoe laces. Theodore always chuckled at other purebloods that convinced younger students to carry on their bags. It always amused him for he wondered how long they had to pester the younger student to do so. Also, he wondered how much they were paying the student. Rolling his eyes, Theodore walked to the back of the train where he planned on storing his luggage. He always left his bags in the same spot. That was the appeal to arriving to the train station early. Not many others would be there just yet, so he could always snag the same place and keep everything in order. A hint of a smile lit up Theodore’s dark features. Now all he had to do was find a compartment. He liked sitting with Draco Malfoy and other slytherins his age. Maybe not Draco in particular, but he enjoyed the company of Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass. They always found ways to amuse him. Pansy Parkinson was always a nuisance and he wasn’t looking forward to her arrival. However, perhaps there wouldn’t be enough room in the compartment by the time she arrived. Or Theodore always considered his last option. Moving. If Theodore was annoyed with the people he was sitting with or did not like them, he was never afraid to get up and leave. It was almost expected of him sometimes. Theodore was a rather shy boy and never quite enjoyed the company of others. It was something that had always pestered his mother when she was alive. She never understood Theodore’s quiet ways. Glancing into one of the compartment, he saw a rather familiar face. Flor Vasquez. She was a Slytherin girl a year ahead of Theodore. She claimed some imaginary title of a “princess.” She might be pretty enough to be a princess; however, Theodore believed she was extremely conceited to call herself as such.
Clearing his throat and knocking gently on the compartment door, Theodore smoothly walked into the small space. “Hello, Flor, don’t you look lovely today. May I join you?” Theodore allowed a smile to creep onto his face. Theodore didn’t smile regularly, but he had a nice smile, but he just didn’t use it often, smirks were so much more effective. Theodore ran a hand through his hair before he sat down in the seat across from Flor. He leaned back and pulled out the Daily Prophet Newspaper than he had kept tucked under his arm all this time and laid it in the seat next to him. “I hope you summer was splendid. Have you seen all the news articles about Dumbledore and Potter, they’re quite a laugh, don’t you think?” This was Theodore’s attempt at making polite conversation. He wasn’t a fan of talking too much, when more people arrived he would be more likely to sit back and listen for the rest of the way. Theodore had a love/hate relationship with going back to school. He loved going back to Hogwarts because he had the chance to leave his dismal mansion for a good nine months before going back. Theodore had a calendar, which counted down how many days until he would be free to live where ever he so choose. Of course, the calendar was controlled by magic, so Theodore could just glance at it and not have to do any sort of barbaric crossing out methods. That was too messy for his tastes. Although he loved Hogwarts, he hated taking the ride up to the school. The dark horses that drove the carriages to the school always made him feel uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, Theodore glanced around the compartment. It was easily one of the better ones, which wasn’t surprising considering the quality of taste that existed in his own house.
hi, my name is MAGGIE and i joined because I LOVE RIDDLE ERA AND MINERVA.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME: MINERVA IRENE MCGONAGALL
AGE: FIFTEEN
YEAR or OCCUPATION: FIFTH
BIRTHDAY: OCTOBER 4, 1925
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: HOGWARTS
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR
FAMILY:
IRENE MCGONAGALL - MOTHER - FORTY SEVEN
PATRICK MCGONAGALL - FATHER - FORTY NINE
_______ MCGONAGALL - BROTHER - TWELVE
ANYTHING ELSE:
BELIEVES HIGHLY OF LOYALTY.
EXTREMELY CLEVER AND INTELLIGENT
LOVES CATS AND PLAID
ADORES QUIDDITCH
CAN ACT A BIT UPTIGHT SOMETIMES
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
“Good morning, Mister Nott,” Grace bowed her head slightly to the tall boy who sat down next to her for breakfast. Theodore Nott was a very timely boy. He was never late for anything and never needed a sort of prompting to awake on time in the morning. “Good morning, Grace.” Theodore nodded to his guardian who he had learned to respect. His father was hardly ever in town and when he was he never had time for his only son. Of course not, what a silly thing to do. Nott Sr. had much more important business to attend to. Theodore nibbled at the piece of toast that Grace had prepared for them this morning. Ever since his mother died, when Theodore was nine, Grace had been there to act as a motherly figure to him. She was more or less his nanny, or Guardian rather, she was a respected women, who his father had hired to ensure Theodore never wavered in his schooling. However, Theodore treated Grace with much more respect than he had ever held for his father. Grace let Theo have free rein, as long as he controlled himself and got good grades in school. It was a mutual understanding they had and a good one at that. “Are you ready for the new year, sir?” Theodore looked up at his Guardian, surprised by the questions, “Yes, and I plan on doing well on my OWL’s.” He knew it was the answer she expected to hear and he was happy to give her that.
The trip to the Hogwarts Platform was no longer than he expected it to take. Theodore was always one of the earliest to arrive. He recalled back in his first year how he didn’t want to be late and convinced Grace to get him there an hour before the train would leave. They were so early, there was only a few other students around. Theodore was afraid that he hadn’t made the train, but of course he had. He had refined his arrival methods over time, but nevertheless, he was still always one of the first and he was proud of that fact. He would hate to be one of the last people on the train. The Weasley’s always seemed to come late. He remembered a few years ago how all those red heads were scurrying onto the train, just before the whistle blew. They had awfully lucky timing. Theodore secretly hoped this year they would all be two minutes too late, but he couldn’t get his hopes up to high yet. When they appeared in the Muggle train station just outside the platform, Grace gave Theodore his things and bid him good bye. She had offered to carry his possessions onto the train and put them away for him, but Theodore wouldn’t have it be so. His parents had taught him well about manners, and it was very rude to have a woman carry his luggage. Although Grace worked for his father, he respected her immensely and would not risk her causing pain to herself by carrying on his luggage. After Theodore shook her hand, he tucked his Daily Prophet under his arm and wheeled his luggage through the platform. Just as he suspected he was one of the first to arrive. There were not many students around, as of yet, maybe they would all be late. Theodore could only hope.
Hauling his luggage onto the train was no more a burden than tying your shoe laces. Theodore always chuckled at other purebloods that convinced younger students to carry on their bags. It always amused him for he wondered how long they had to pester the younger student to do so. Also, he wondered how much they were paying the student. Rolling his eyes, Theodore walked to the back of the train where he planned on storing his luggage. He always left his bags in the same spot. That was the appeal to arriving to the train station early. Not many others would be there just yet, so he could always snag the same place and keep everything in order. A hint of a smile lit up Theodore’s dark features. Now all he had to do was find a compartment. He liked sitting with Draco Malfoy and other slytherins his age. Maybe not Draco in particular, but he enjoyed the company of Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass. They always found ways to amuse him. Pansy Parkinson was always a nuisance and he wasn’t looking forward to her arrival. However, perhaps there wouldn’t be enough room in the compartment by the time she arrived. Or Theodore always considered his last option. Moving. If Theodore was annoyed with the people he was sitting with or did not like them, he was never afraid to get up and leave. It was almost expected of him sometimes. Theodore was a rather shy boy and never quite enjoyed the company of others. It was something that had always pestered his mother when she was alive. She never understood Theodore’s quiet ways. Glancing into one of the compartment, he saw a rather familiar face. Flor Vasquez. She was a Slytherin girl a year ahead of Theodore. She claimed some imaginary title of a “princess.” She might be pretty enough to be a princess; however, Theodore believed she was extremely conceited to call herself as such.
Clearing his throat and knocking gently on the compartment door, Theodore smoothly walked into the small space. “Hello, Flor, don’t you look lovely today. May I join you?” Theodore allowed a smile to creep onto his face. Theodore didn’t smile regularly, but he had a nice smile, but he just didn’t use it often, smirks were so much more effective. Theodore ran a hand through his hair before he sat down in the seat across from Flor. He leaned back and pulled out the Daily Prophet Newspaper than he had kept tucked under his arm all this time and laid it in the seat next to him. “I hope you summer was splendid. Have you seen all the news articles about Dumbledore and Potter, they’re quite a laugh, don’t you think?” This was Theodore’s attempt at making polite conversation. He wasn’t a fan of talking too much, when more people arrived he would be more likely to sit back and listen for the rest of the way. Theodore had a love/hate relationship with going back to school. He loved going back to Hogwarts because he had the chance to leave his dismal mansion for a good nine months before going back. Theodore had a calendar, which counted down how many days until he would be free to live where ever he so choose. Of course, the calendar was controlled by magic, so Theodore could just glance at it and not have to do any sort of barbaric crossing out methods. That was too messy for his tastes. Although he loved Hogwarts, he hated taking the ride up to the school. The dark horses that drove the carriages to the school always made him feel uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, Theodore glanced around the compartment. It was easily one of the better ones, which wasn’t surprising considering the quality of taste that existed in his own house.
