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MINERVA CORNELIA MCGONAGALL
-- 42 -- PROFESSOR
full name: Minerva Cornelia McGonagall
nicknames: Min, Professor
age: 42
birthplace: Caithness, Scotland
blood-type: Half-Blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor
three words to describe character: Brave, Efficient, Cerebral
play by: Michelle Fairley
Darkness. It filled her soul. She felt empty inside knowing her family was scattered all over the Seven Kingdoms. Her oldest was fighting a practically unwinnable war. Bran and Rickon were in Winterfell, but she hated not being there for them. Arya was nowhere to be found. Dead was what most people were saying. Sansa was held captive by the blonde bitch and her entourage. Someday Cat knew she'd strangle the life out of Cersei Lannister. She swore it to the old gods and new. Usually, she was not a vengeful woman, but her children meant everything to her. They were all she had left now that Ned was gone. Ned. She still couldn't believe he was gone. She simply couldn't believe it. He was her rock. Without him, she felt like she was missing a part of herself. They've killed me as well, she thought.
Her nights were sleepless. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to sleep. Whenever she did, nightmares plagued her mind. She could hardly even eat. She had to force herself. Robb couldn't have her sick right now, not when there was so much dependent on him winning the war. He was in over his head. Everyone knew it. At seventeen years, he had no war experience. He had no political experience. He was running on prayer. Thankfully, the gods seemed to be answering for now. Catelyn knew that it wouldn't last though. Tywin Lannister was a very powerful man. He was a seasoned soldier and extremely influential. She feared what would become of Robb should Tywin decide to exert all his forces. It chilled her to even think about it.
She stayed awake all night, reading and pondering. When the morning sun peered through her tent, she knew she'd have to go out into the cold. She had finished negotiating with Renly Baratheon. It had not been a pleasant visit by any means. Renly and Stannis were incredibly stubborn. It was clear peace would not be made between the two of them anytime soon. So, instead of staying there, wasting her time, Catelyn decided to head back to Robb's camp at sunrise.
The air was brisk as she rode. She was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Obviously, this was what no sleep did to her. A few times during the long trek, she felt as though she'd fall off her horse. Thankfully she didn't. She managed to get herself back to her son's camp in one piece. She was amazed actually. Part of her thought she wouldn't come back in one piece. Cat dismounted her horse and went to her tent. She needed to freshen up before reporting to her son. One of the squires had left her a plate of food. Her stomach growled. She knew her body was hungry, but she, Catelyn, was not. She let out a sigh and sat down at the table and ate what she could. It wasn't much.
Once she felt as freshened up as she was ever going to be, she left her tent. She let out a long sigh. I must be strong. She thought to herself. For Robb. She then stood up and exited her tent, heading for Robb. Catelyn kept her head down as she walked through camp. People still gave her looks of sympathy. She knew they meant well, but she didn't want to be reminded she was now a widow.
She lifted her head when she knew she was close to the main tent. Her blue Tully eyes scanned the area. There were many people. She was still getting used to being around such a huge concentration of people. There were many people in Winterfell, but everyone was spread out, not clustered all together like one conglomerate mass. She locked eyes with one of Robb's guards. "Is my son in his tent?" she asked him. No Lady Stark, but he should be back momentarily. She nodded. For now, she'd stay here by his tent. As the moments passed, she began to pace nervously. Her eyes constantly searching for him. She saw nothing. And then after a few minutes passed, she saw everything.
She was barely recognizable. Her hair was cut short, her clothes dirty. "Arya?" she spoke, her words questioning. She must have been seeing things. Arya had been missing for weeks. It was an impossibility. Was she really that delirious? Catelyn was certain this was her daughter though. Her eyes, her face. She had Ned in her. She was a Stark. Cat knew it.
nicknames: Min, Professor
age: 42
birthplace: Caithness, Scotland
blood-type: Half-Blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: Transfiguration Professor, Head of Gryffindor
three words to describe character: Brave, Efficient, Cerebral
play by: Michelle Fairley
Darkness. It filled her soul. She felt empty inside knowing her family was scattered all over the Seven Kingdoms. Her oldest was fighting a practically unwinnable war. Bran and Rickon were in Winterfell, but she hated not being there for them. Arya was nowhere to be found. Dead was what most people were saying. Sansa was held captive by the blonde bitch and her entourage. Someday Cat knew she'd strangle the life out of Cersei Lannister. She swore it to the old gods and new. Usually, she was not a vengeful woman, but her children meant everything to her. They were all she had left now that Ned was gone. Ned. She still couldn't believe he was gone. She simply couldn't believe it. He was her rock. Without him, she felt like she was missing a part of herself. They've killed me as well, she thought.
Her nights were sleepless. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to sleep. Whenever she did, nightmares plagued her mind. She could hardly even eat. She had to force herself. Robb couldn't have her sick right now, not when there was so much dependent on him winning the war. He was in over his head. Everyone knew it. At seventeen years, he had no war experience. He had no political experience. He was running on prayer. Thankfully, the gods seemed to be answering for now. Catelyn knew that it wouldn't last though. Tywin Lannister was a very powerful man. He was a seasoned soldier and extremely influential. She feared what would become of Robb should Tywin decide to exert all his forces. It chilled her to even think about it.
She stayed awake all night, reading and pondering. When the morning sun peered through her tent, she knew she'd have to go out into the cold. She had finished negotiating with Renly Baratheon. It had not been a pleasant visit by any means. Renly and Stannis were incredibly stubborn. It was clear peace would not be made between the two of them anytime soon. So, instead of staying there, wasting her time, Catelyn decided to head back to Robb's camp at sunrise.
The air was brisk as she rode. She was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Obviously, this was what no sleep did to her. A few times during the long trek, she felt as though she'd fall off her horse. Thankfully she didn't. She managed to get herself back to her son's camp in one piece. She was amazed actually. Part of her thought she wouldn't come back in one piece. Cat dismounted her horse and went to her tent. She needed to freshen up before reporting to her son. One of the squires had left her a plate of food. Her stomach growled. She knew her body was hungry, but she, Catelyn, was not. She let out a sigh and sat down at the table and ate what she could. It wasn't much.
Once she felt as freshened up as she was ever going to be, she left her tent. She let out a long sigh. I must be strong. She thought to herself. For Robb. She then stood up and exited her tent, heading for Robb. Catelyn kept her head down as she walked through camp. People still gave her looks of sympathy. She knew they meant well, but she didn't want to be reminded she was now a widow.
She lifted her head when she knew she was close to the main tent. Her blue Tully eyes scanned the area. There were many people. She was still getting used to being around such a huge concentration of people. There were many people in Winterfell, but everyone was spread out, not clustered all together like one conglomerate mass. She locked eyes with one of Robb's guards. "Is my son in his tent?" she asked him. No Lady Stark, but he should be back momentarily. She nodded. For now, she'd stay here by his tent. As the moments passed, she began to pace nervously. Her eyes constantly searching for him. She saw nothing. And then after a few minutes passed, she saw everything.
She was barely recognizable. Her hair was cut short, her clothes dirty. "Arya?" she spoke, her words questioning. She must have been seeing things. Arya had been missing for weeks. It was an impossibility. Was she really that delirious? Catelyn was certain this was her daughter though. Her eyes, her face. She had Ned in her. She was a Stark. Cat knew it.
RACHEL -- 500 -- NO ONE!
