Hufflepuff 5th Year
Group: Hufflepuff
Posts: 10
Member No.: 217
Joined: 15-April 09
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Your Name: Rynnie
Character's Name: Lucy Raine
Nickname: Lucy
Age: 15?
Birthday : Unknown - her parents left no record
Race: human
Wand Type: 11 1/2 inches hazel with a Gytrash hair core
Special Abilities: moderate french
Hobbies: sketching
Year: 5th
Physical Description:
Lucy is average in height in weight and has medium length straight light brown hair. She has greenish eyes, though in different lights they can look brown or blue, and a lighter complexion. When motivated, she can be relatively athletic, though on a daily basis, when life and limb are not threatened, a policy of languor and inattention seem to grip her movements. For the sake of detail, this average frame is often clothed, when not in a school uniform, with whatever is at hand. She favors pants over skirts, though has no strong aversion to the latter, and would wear several layers year round if the weather permitted.
Other:
She also has several phobias. She does not have a fear of water, though being in deep water alone can cause a panic attack. Sometimes, these attacks occur when she is not even near water. Being trapped in a crowd, locked in a room (darkness makes it worse), and being lost for several hours have also triggered it in the past. She can usually rein herself in very quickly, though she cannot really remember what happens during these attacks.
Personality:
Similarly to her physical attributes, she is intelligent, though not remarkably so, though she has an unexpected streak of talent in the math areas. This continues to astound her, for she has no love for the subject, but everything just seems to .... fit with math. Typically, she gives her studies a halfhearted, well intentioned thought and space in her schedule, but somehow manages to not procrastinate nonetheless. Her attention is much more easily gripped by a human dilemma, book, or even interesting scene. Following, however much her attention is diverted with on some occasions, it is a rare occasion when a friend need try for her attention.
Likes:
Sketching, arithmetic, knitting, dragonflies, biographies, reading, rain
Dislikes:
General histories, lectures, hot chocolate, pens, potato chips
History:
Her childhood was relatively quiet, as both parents died when she was young. She was raised in suburbia with her maternal grandparents with her little sister, Polly. She went to muggle school until she was eleven, when she received her letter along with the information that her grandmother is a witch. Her sister still does not know of this maternal magic streak, as she might not be gifted. A relatively quiet child, she had been scarred young from the effect her mother's disappearance and reappearance as a corpse on the beach, had had on her father. He died several months later. Her parents had been estranged from their families and general society for nearly a decade, enclosed in a remote part of the Alps, but a kindly villager managed to contact family for the girls and arrange funeral services. Bearing this along with her infant sister, this was succeeded by happy years, though she never quite lost the air that this gave her. They lived in the French countryside, though were fond of traveling in France.
Sample Post:
So this was what it meant to leave the country, to leave France. Well, not that you
really lived in France, she chided. She had lived with her Angle-bred grandparents and attended an English-run school in France. It had been set up for the children of diplomats and businessmen who resided in France. So, she lived in France, she reasoned, though she couldn't truly claim to have much assimilated into the French customs.
But nonetheless she sat on a train, the air uncomfortably hot and heavy, smoky, so that she felt hot, her head hurt, and she began to feel unclean. The rays of sunlight coming in by the open window seemed to contribute to this, so she snapped it shut, letting the compartment fall nearly into darkness. They began to move, and the vibrations rattled through her. The sounds of the mob scene outside filtered unsteadily through the walls. She closed her eyes and sank back against the seat.
You are a witch. Nana is a witch. NANA, my Nana is a witch. Pop had kind of smiled, his sandy face crinkling, and sat back in his chair as this had sunk in after leaving Nana's lips. A family of witches.... Will Polly be a witch? Was my mother a witch?
She didn't want to think about it.
The nausea from the motion and the heat began to set in. She was reminded forcibly of Hannah from Devil's Arithmetic...how many years ago had she read that book? How did she remember... the smells, sounds, conditions that had been
described. She had to make the best of this, couldn't complain even to herself. Somehow, it would seem wrong to complain after she knew what people had gone through truly, though she was moved by fiction not reality. Yet, in this sense, the fiction brought more of the reality to her than anything else had.
She slid back onto the seat, the darkness, her nausea, the pounding head, the heat, the sweat, and the permeating heat of a clinging September summer clung to her, and clung even as sleep slid over her eyes.
Welcome to the mobscene
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Lucy Raine
