Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2014 11:24:33 GMT -8
ANNABEL ACACIA OLLIVANDER-- 17 -- GRYFFINDOR
full name: Annabel Acacia Ollivander
nicknames: Anna, Cia
age: 17
birthplace: London
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: 7th Year/Student
three words to describe character: Independent ~ Enthusiastic ~ Compassionate
play by: Saoirse Ronan
Rosalie had very much wanted to escape her family home. She had wanted to leave for a while now. The moment the thought had first entered her mind had to be…oh, about the third day that she actually spent in the Harper household. She had no idea that she was going to be under house arrest until she tried to convince her parents to let her go to Diagon Alley to meet with some of the other Hufflepuffs. When they denied her claim, she had been put out, but she hadn’t protested. Then, at the next meet up, she tried again and was denied. It happened about three more times before her brother, Edward, caved and told her exactly what was going on. They didn’t want her to run away and get herself in any trouble that would make them look bad in front of the Montagues. When she complained of boredom, and she did so a lot, her mother would roll her eyes. She’d make some snide remark and then another about how she should focus on planning her wedding. After all, it was N.E.W.T year, which meant that she wouldn’t have much time to do anything during the school year.
Which really frustrated her because it made her feel trapped and imprisoned; Edward was allowed to go where he pleased, as was Sarah and Marius, and they were years younger than she was. She might not have lived up to their expectations, but she didn’t fancy herself embarrassing enough to not be let out. And, if it was, perhaps, because her parents knew about what had gone on in Rome…what had gone on since the announcement…then that she could understand. But, it made her long for Lorcan and the freedom of Hogwarts all the more. She’d sit on the cushioned seat of her window and wait for Sweetie to return with a letter. When she had come back with Caesars, she had been shocked. She had been expecting a letter from the Ravenclaw, not the ex-Slytherin. Still, she hadn’t had to wait for long before she had gotten her wish. She would have been lying if she said that she hadn’t thought that Lorcan was upset with her.
Silly boy that he was; Rosalie could never get mad at him. He made her feel too free for her to ever get mad. He loved her and took care of her. When she was crying herself to sleep from the stress she had gone through with Caesar, it had been Lorcan who made her feel better. Her first night of full rest had been spent with him holding her hand in an empty classroom. And, even though that had let to a sort of fallout after Rome, she couldn’t help but still be thankful to him. That’s why she pulled her trunk along behind her with magic easily. She no longer had the restrictions on her – hadn’t had them since her birthday earlier in the year. She wished she could have apparated around and scared the crap out of her younger siblings, but that would have been improper. And impossible, actually, considering that her parents had set wards up so that no one got the funny idea of trying to break her out. (Or Rosey the brilliant idea to apparate out into Diagon Alley on her own without their permission.)
She waved goodbye briefly before abandoning her siblings and looking through the compartments. There were a lot of familiar faces missing; replaced by newer, smaller, rounder faces she smiled at. If they asked, she gave her name distractedly. None of them were the person she was looking for the most eagerly after all. She must have gone through several compartments before she finally had to avert her eyes. For a moment, and it was only a split second, she had thought she had found the eldest Scamander, but she had been wrong. It had been Lysander. Rosey debated with asking him where in Merlin’s name his brother was, but decided on finding him on her own. That way Lysander could have as much free time as he wanted with whoever he was with – Something White. That’s all she could remember from Lorcan’s letter off the top of her head. She hoped it was right. Finally, she found him staring out the window. “Lorcan.”She breathed, pulling her trunk in behind her and moving it so that it was out of the way when she closed the door. “I found you!”
nicknames: Anna, Cia
age: 17
birthplace: London
blood-type: Half-blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: 7th Year/Student
three words to describe character: Independent ~ Enthusiastic ~ Compassionate
play by: Saoirse Ronan
Rosalie had very much wanted to escape her family home. She had wanted to leave for a while now. The moment the thought had first entered her mind had to be…oh, about the third day that she actually spent in the Harper household. She had no idea that she was going to be under house arrest until she tried to convince her parents to let her go to Diagon Alley to meet with some of the other Hufflepuffs. When they denied her claim, she had been put out, but she hadn’t protested. Then, at the next meet up, she tried again and was denied. It happened about three more times before her brother, Edward, caved and told her exactly what was going on. They didn’t want her to run away and get herself in any trouble that would make them look bad in front of the Montagues. When she complained of boredom, and she did so a lot, her mother would roll her eyes. She’d make some snide remark and then another about how she should focus on planning her wedding. After all, it was N.E.W.T year, which meant that she wouldn’t have much time to do anything during the school year.
Which really frustrated her because it made her feel trapped and imprisoned; Edward was allowed to go where he pleased, as was Sarah and Marius, and they were years younger than she was. She might not have lived up to their expectations, but she didn’t fancy herself embarrassing enough to not be let out. And, if it was, perhaps, because her parents knew about what had gone on in Rome…what had gone on since the announcement…then that she could understand. But, it made her long for Lorcan and the freedom of Hogwarts all the more. She’d sit on the cushioned seat of her window and wait for Sweetie to return with a letter. When she had come back with Caesars, she had been shocked. She had been expecting a letter from the Ravenclaw, not the ex-Slytherin. Still, she hadn’t had to wait for long before she had gotten her wish. She would have been lying if she said that she hadn’t thought that Lorcan was upset with her.
Silly boy that he was; Rosalie could never get mad at him. He made her feel too free for her to ever get mad. He loved her and took care of her. When she was crying herself to sleep from the stress she had gone through with Caesar, it had been Lorcan who made her feel better. Her first night of full rest had been spent with him holding her hand in an empty classroom. And, even though that had let to a sort of fallout after Rome, she couldn’t help but still be thankful to him. That’s why she pulled her trunk along behind her with magic easily. She no longer had the restrictions on her – hadn’t had them since her birthday earlier in the year. She wished she could have apparated around and scared the crap out of her younger siblings, but that would have been improper. And impossible, actually, considering that her parents had set wards up so that no one got the funny idea of trying to break her out. (Or Rosey the brilliant idea to apparate out into Diagon Alley on her own without their permission.)
She waved goodbye briefly before abandoning her siblings and looking through the compartments. There were a lot of familiar faces missing; replaced by newer, smaller, rounder faces she smiled at. If they asked, she gave her name distractedly. None of them were the person she was looking for the most eagerly after all. She must have gone through several compartments before she finally had to avert her eyes. For a moment, and it was only a split second, she had thought she had found the eldest Scamander, but she had been wrong. It had been Lysander. Rosey debated with asking him where in Merlin’s name his brother was, but decided on finding him on her own. That way Lysander could have as much free time as he wanted with whoever he was with – Something White. That’s all she could remember from Lorcan’s letter off the top of her head. She hoped it was right. Finally, she found him staring out the window. “Lorcan.”She breathed, pulling her trunk in behind her and moving it so that it was out of the way when she closed the door. “I found you!”
ALY -- 18 -- NONE YET
