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"Elizabeth Freya Cheshire"
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Code name: Izzy, and only Izzy, and that is how you will speak and or refer to me as
My hormones say I’m: Wearing a bra
I’ve seen too many candles: Not a very sweet sixteen
I think I just orgasmed: There's a boy's only sign on my room
The ruler says: Five little feet with eight little inch worms
I’m too scared to look at the scale: A clean one-hundred plus thirty more
You can’t beat a: Ravenclaw
My year rules the school: Sixth
My wand is bigger than yours: Oak ; Chimera Scale ; 1o ½
I like to play the field: I seek out for the smallest ball of all
Respect my authority: Unless you want to be severely confused
I go bump in the night: Well, there is something I have been given that my brother doesn't have. While he gets more things in life for being the kind of guy he is, I on the other end receive the gift of being a Seer. I know, you probably think I'm one of the fake ones. I'm not, but that doesn't mean you can just come up to me and ask if I can tell you who will win the next Quidditch match, because I can't. Not that I would anyway. My visions just come to me, and I have yet to remember any of them. So far there have been two that I have been confiscated of. One when I four or something around there. I don't remember what it was, and no one, not even Charles, will tell me what I said. My last one was when I was ten, and whatever it was it spooked my family a little.
You can’t beat me: I share a very strong quality with my brother and that is that we are both skilled at jinxes. When we were little it was something we decided on doing because it could be something that we shared together. Neither of us is better than the other at this category; we are the same. Apart from that, I excel at charms. It's silly I know, but there are just some things that a person is good at whether they like it or not.
My weak knees: I refuse to believe that I fail at any subject, but I will say that History is a struggle for me. As much as I love me hair it does get in my eyes more than once. I'm forced to tie it back during a Qudditch match, but I refuse to do so during school. I would rather walk the wrong way than show my full face. Charles is defiantly one of my weaknesses. I'm strong enough to take care of myself, but deep inside that doesn't mean that I wouldn't like his company backing me up. He's like my boost of courage. My last weakness is that I'm really ticklish. Yes, that is a weakness for me. Imagine if someone put a tickling charm on me. See, it is very problematic.
My blood results are back: Mostly pureblood, but eventually there is some half-bloods on my father's side
My loyalties lie with: Deatheater, what can I say? I enjoy being the bad guy
Muggleborns: Truthfully they mean nothing to me, such as everyone else, so they could be good or scum
This is me, this is who I am:
Let's see, the story begins in a pub down in England; where a nervous woman waits for the guest to arrive. She isn't drinking anything, or else it would harm the babies, and the thought of the babies raised her anxiety level higher as she worried for her other baby, her son, all alone with no one but blind, old Maroona. Not that there was anything wrong with Maroona, it's just that as a caretaker, being blind defeated the purpose of watching over a baby. With short, brisk breaths she sat on a grimy stool awaiting the guest. During her nervous breathes she pondered to herself questioning why on earth she agreed to go to that party, have those glasses of rum, and meet that guy. Well he wasn't so bad, when he was sober, but drunk he was a friggin' loon-a-tic. Roaming around the streets casting silly spells here and there. Either way she and the baby would be stuck with him and his theatrics for a very long time. Finally a red-eyed and gruffed up yet amazingly thin man came to the stool beside hers. Normally the pale woman would greet the man with hellos but all she has was a face full of sadness and eyes full of rage.
The man had to gap a few times, much like a goldfish, until his eyes went down to her small bulging body. He never dreamed that that would happen, but he was happy. As he reached out to pat the belly, the belly of his future baby, the woman withdrew herself, standing erect. She warned him about this earlier. She would show him something he could not have, but show him never-the-less for it was his right. Deep inside it was breaking her heart to cast him away, but really, this man was no man for a father. The other father of her son became deceased fourteen months ago, leaving her his only son, their first son. With this man she received his son and only daughter, their only daughter. The woman, named Veronica, kept the man, named Callum, at bay only entering into my life scarcely. I never minded the fact that my father was a drunken no-body; it was all the more push for me to be the best at anything I touched, so that I would never be like him.
My older brother, Adam, is nothing like me; he has way too much pride in courage. Then there's my younger brother, Toby who always bickers on everything but when someone else tries to understand his logic ends up being the target of his anger. Then of course is my twin brother Charles; he's like me in many ways and we only differ in very small things. He's a little more hateful than me. Finishing up the family was Freddie, who was better than Callum, but according to my mother, was nothing compared to Ellis, her first husband who perished in a plane crash coming back from Italy. My family is, despite the already confusing family line, all wizards. Thus making me a pureblood, of course with some muggles fused in as second cousins and such. This is why all my siblings are wizards as well. My older brother was the first to go to Hogwarts and it was only expected that I too be accepted with Charles. The same goes for Toby, when he is of age that is. However the difference between us was that I'm in Ravenclaw and my older brother was a former Gryffindor and worse, he was a part of the new order.
None of my family knows that I'm a new deatheater. Except Charles of course. He was the one who convinced me to join those some ages ago. I sort of liked the idea. Being good just seemed so unbeneficial to me. I'll never understand why Adam thinks I should be in it. He just thinks I'm uninterested in this whole "key" thing. Sad to say he's completely wrong. Anyways once my mother was married to Freddie our life seemed to improve. My mother was once rich but since she never legally married Ellis and since she had a child with him, her parents, especially her mum, refused her her dowry, so she had little to come by. Things were more stressful with Callum but finally she married Freddie. Thus granting her, Adam, Charles and I, and Toby a better place to live. It was extremely classy. So from grimy apartment to stylish mansion is my place. It was like a storybook tale for me. Except I'm not madly in love with her step-father, and neither is Charles. I judge him as alright, but sadly he will never reach that status of ultimate father.
What can you expect of me? Well for starters call me Izzy. I have this horrible twitch when I hear Elizabeth and if I dislike you enough I will go and insult you, possibly by stomping on your foot and then striding off into the sunset while you're in pain. That's as angry as I'll usually get, I promise, unless you happen to do the rudest and cruelest thing to break my temperance. However, even though I won't burst out in flames I do get very annoyed, very easily, and quite frequently. I'm not one to boast too much of my intelligence, but she I do occasionally when I'm trying to be honest, but most things of lower intelligence or just stupid people in general while annoy me. You'll know when I'm annoyed because my right eyebrow twitches. When I'm happy, I will smile so don't think I'm heartless; I have proof seeing as Charles makes me laugh quite frequently. Then again I am a wee bit sadistic. Not a lot, but to the point where I find other people's irony simply hilarious.
If it's a friend or ally I won't burst out in chuckles but rather smirk a little keeping my lips pressed together. You could say I'm honest, occasionally. If it benefits me, an ally, or friend I will keep things secret and construct a web of even flowing lies to keep the truth hidden. However it becomes difficult to do this when I'm speaking to a loved one or an extremely close friend or Charles. I am somewhat loyal as well, but like most people to a point, and it's also probably to the wrong sort of people. I'm first most loyal to myself and family then comes my cause or clan and friends. However again my better half gets a hold of me when forced to make a decision between a loved one or close friend and an ally or cause I will bitterly choose my friend scowling sometimes, but that's just my way of saying I love you so much I'll do it just this once and only for you. Speaking fruit wise you could compare me to a coconut. Hard, sarcastic, and witty on the outside, sweet, juicy, and caring on the inside, just a little stubborn to open up that way. Although it's not so sad to see this coconut has traveled to the dark side of the island and I love it. I'm also somewhat funny if you understand what I'm saying; my jokes usually come out in a higher intellect of jokes.
When it comes to reasons of the heart, a crush, I'll find a way to start up a conversation, and find some common ground between us and begin to debate or agree on it; this helps to get my blood pumping. Then I might glance at him every once in awhile in classes for a day or two. Afterwards I purposely try to make myself seem smarter in front of him, although sometimes I'll get so flustered it makes it hard for me to think. Afterwards I'll usually leave the guy alone in hopes that they'll make a move for me and if not well at least I tried, but you can't force yourself upon someone, plus it's probably their loss. When I am in relationships, which I have been in several, I tends to open that coconut up and reveal my softer side. Although sometimes, thanks to those couple of instances I was hurt, it'll take awhile to do so in fear that I'll let too much out and just end up getting hurt, which I don't very well like. As for friends, well I have some girl friends but I prefer guys more. It's more of for my own self, seeing as I am a bit more tom-boyish. Skirts make me feel awkward and I loathe the color pink. When in a pact of friendship with a girl I play two parts.
I will either be the leader of that group of friends, or I will be silent confider body guard. I listen and comment, but mostly I'm there as backup in case a verbal rumble occurs, or even a physical one. As for guy friends well I wouldn't necessarily act with lesser class, but rather more like a guy then a girl. I'll laugh and chill along with play punching, or horsing around with them. I prefer that situation compared the female one. As for shyness, please. I could never be that shy, I have some pride at least, but nor am I Indiana-Jones extroverted. Another helpful adjective of me is that I'm sarcastic, just like normal people too. I may also seem like a b***h; but not really, I'm just cunning and care more for myself personally than for stupid little rumors of another person. If it doesn't pertain to me or my cause, I won't follow it. Although I would be somewhat curious to other things, just not rumors. More so of mysteries and puzzles. I am completely open with Charles since he gets me more and has loads in common with me. However, I'm not attached to him. He is his own being and so am I; I just happen to get along with him is all. Don't even ask if we wear the same thing, because we don't, and ever since my hair dye we don't even look that much alike minus our eyes.
Any questions?
Good, because I'm not answering them.
"StellaCosmos"
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