I may seem serious and hardworking but I'm really quite relaxed and friendly.
My background story is I was born an only child to a pureblood wizard and a muggle woman. My parents died when I was only six, and I was put into an orphanage as I had no relatives who wanted me. When I was eleven I received my letter to Hogwarts and was ecstatic as I had almost convinced myself that my father being a wizard was a childhood fantasy I made up. I promptly made friends after I was sorted into Hufflepuff. When I was in sixth year a mutual friend introduced me to Bernadette Willis, a muggleborn witch in Ravenclaw. We were complete opposites. She was shy and soft-spoken, but her demure facade hid a witty and opinionated young woman. She was and still is the most beautiful and intelligent girl I have ever met, except for my daughter Marina. She wasn't too fond of me at first, and I was referred to as "that bothersome Hufflepuff boy", because I simply would not leave her alone. I may have been a bit cocky as a teenager, what with being Hufflepuff's star beater, and all. But it turns out constantly asking her for a spare quill just to talk to her, paid off, because we started courting the following year. I was just about to buy a ring when something horrible happened. Bernadette had stated publishing a pamphlet standing up for muggleborns like herself, criticizing blood purists, and giving tips on defending oneself against the Dark Arts. It was an instant success and allowed her writing talent to shine. But a few Death Eater supporters, former classmates of ours in fact, caught wind of it and attacked Bernadette in her apartment one night. She was tortured over and over again. They threatened to kill her muggle family if she fought back. Those awful people paralyzed her right arm, her writing arm and wand arm with a curse they invented themselves. It inflicted a tattoo of chains all the way from her shoulder to her hand that burned horribly if she so much as picked up a quill or wand. She stopped talking for three months afterward and has never regained use of that arm. The event was emotionally, physically, and mentally scarring for her and she has never been the same. But we are both still in love.
I think that night's come back to haunt us, though, because I have the distinct feeling we're being watched. It's frustrating, because I don't know who it is or why. I feel like Bernadette and even Marina may know more, but neither of them is being very forthcoming... And now Marina is moved out and the house is much, much too quiet. I hope she visits often enough... She is still our little girl, after all. She's been accepted as an Auror, and nothing I say or do could ever change her mind. I just hope she knows what she's getting into. Recently, she and Damien got engaged as well, and even if I still see her as my little girl, I know the two of them are good for each other. I wouldn't mind too terribly having the boy as a son-in-law.
I couldn't be happier at the moment. My family isn't in danger, my daughter's married and just gave birth to a baby boy, Gideon, this past March of 2031, and Bernadette and I are thrilled.
I enjoy working with magical creatures, being with my family, cooking, reading, and flying.
I despise cowards, violence, prejudice, Slytherin house, and laziness.
I'm afraid of my family dying. They're all I have left.
My strengths are keeping calm and dealing with unpleasant people.
My flaws are my temper (it takes a lot to set me off, but when I do get mad it's not pretty) and my stubbornness.
My wand is a poplar wood, 10 3/4 inches, with a core of golden snidget feathers.
My pet is a owl named Banshee that the whole family uses.
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy - P Charms - E Defense Against the Dark Arts - O Herbology - A History of Magic - O Potions - A Transfiguration - P Care of Magical Creatures - O Cooking with Magic - E Wizard Law - E Cursebreaking - E
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Charms - E Care of Magical Creatures - O Wizard Law - E Cooking with Magic - E History of Magic - O Defense Against the Dark Arts - O Cursebreaking - O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! My late father was an auror, and was killed while on duty; it crushed my mother and she committed suicide. Also, I'm half Irish, and spent the first part of my childhood in Ireland. I speak a little Gaelic.
I work in my home. I'm a full time mother and wife, though I do sometimes sell pieces of my writing to make a bit of extra money.
I'm 53 years old.
My birthday is October 30th, 1979.
My dream job is being a novelist.
My blood status is muggleborn and unashamed.
The house I was in was Ravenclaw!
I was in the class of 1997.
I'm interested in men.
I'm currently with my wonderful husband, Dustin.
I may seem shy and timid but I'm really witty and sarcastic.
My background story is I was born to two muggles as the youngest of three daughters. I am the only witch in the family, my elder sisters were both "normal". I was stunned when I received my letter, as my magic had only showed itself a few times when I was very little and I did not remember it. But I was delighted to go to Hogwarts anyway. Unfortunately going away to learn magic distanced my previously close relationship with my parents and sisters. My time at Hogwarts was not as happy as I had hoped it to be. I was teased horribly for being the poor daughter of muggles and I spent my teens being snubbed and ostracized for my blood. Everything changed when I met Dustin. He is the most gentle, accepting man I've ever met and he gave me the confidence to start to stand up for myself and form my own opinions. Even if I didn't like him at first. He was a very annoying boy, and frankly a big flirt. But eventually I got to know him better, and it changed my life. I realized that writing was my passion, along with history and gardening. It was a wonderful time. Until I was 18, that is. I don't really remember much about being tortured. The healer said I must have blocked those awful memories from my mind. But I still bear the hideous tattoo as a daily reminder. And I sometimes I have minor mental breakdowns if something causes those memories to surface. I have learned to write with my left hand and I also use my left hand for wandwork, though my spells are never quite as powerful as they used to be. My daughter Marina is the most precious thing in my life aside from my husband. I'm so glad that she isn't shy like I was and has the courage to do the right thing. I hope her time at Hogwarts is much better than mine.
Of course, things I thought had been ended long ago weren't, and we're being stalked. This is my fault, I know it, but my brain won't let me remember what I need to know. Why? I just can't let those memories fully surface.... I can't. But if anything happens to Dustin or Marina, I will never forgive myself. And now Marina's moved out... I don't think Dustin or I quite know what to with ourselves. We'll always be her parents, but to see her old bedroom so bare and cleaned out is unsettling. I'm glad she's happy right now, despite these tough past few years, but I still worry... Even more so now that she's no longer under my roof. However, I'm thrilled that she's become an Auror, even if she's still in training, and that's she now engaged to Damien. She's been with him since fourth year, after all, and I have a feeling they'll never be apart. A wedding to plan is a good distraction, after all...
Marina's married now, and had her first child a year this past March. There's nothing as amazing as seeing the little girl you gave birth to and raised holding her own son in her arms. I'm so proud of her and everything she's accomplished.
I enjoy writing, reading, gardening, cleaning, and being with my family.
I despise blood purists, people looking the other way at injustice, corruption, ignorance, and prejudice.
I'm afraid of being tortured. I never want to be that helpless again.
My strengths are being the peacemaker between my husband and daughter and giving advice.
My flaws are getting easily stressed and avoiding confrontation at all costs.
My wand is a elm wood, 13 1/2 inches, with a raven feather core.
My pet is a owl named Banshee that the whole family uses.
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy - E Potions - E Transfiguration - O Charms - O Defense Against the Dark Arts - A History of Magic - O Herbology - O Alchemy - E Mythology - O Healing - E Divination - O Ancient Studies - O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Transfiguration - O Charms - O History of Magic - O Herbology - O Mythology - O Healing - E Divination - O Ancient Studies - O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I'm half French. My mother studied abroad here in Britain while a university student, and met my father. She never returned to France. I speak the language fluently, along with Latin.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 8:48 am
Hi, my name is Marina Eugenie Aldred.
I'm a girl, obviously.
I'm 22 years old.
My birthday is January 17th, 2007.
I work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; I'm an Auror in training.
My dream job is an Auror. I may have mentioned it. Once, twice, a thousand times.
People say that I'm unpredictable. At first glance, I seem laid back and easy going, without a care in the world. They're wrong. I have a horrible temper and am easily offended, since I'm rather sensitive. I love to watch people squirm as they try to figure me out. Don't assume I'm cruel, though. I'm just passionate in whatever emotion I'm feeling. If I'm angry, you'll be running for cover in minutes. If I'm happy you'll be skipping along with me. If I'm sad you'll sob too. I have a talent for manipulation, and I'll use it to my advantage whenever I can. I love my friends though, and treat them as family. You mess with them, you'll be seeing the end of my wand in mere seconds flat. I'm said to be tough. I call it endurance. I hang on no matter what happens.You simply can't break me. I value intelligence and have no patience for stupidity or ignorance. Smarts can get you anywhere, I've learned. Be warned, I'll fight dirty if threatened. But I believe in fair chances and I'm always willing to forgive and forget. Though most of the time I'm fairly confident, I can be my own worst critic and I get very self conscious sometimes. I'm used to not fitting in, and don't mind being by myself; but I'm not nearly as independent as I would like to be. I hate most of all being the outsider; the person everyone forgets about. I can be a bit absentminded, and sometimes go off into my own little world. I like it there.
My background story is, well, my mum is a muggleborn and my dad a halfblood. I live in Dunstable with my parents. My mum was tortured by some Death Eater wannabes during the war, and she tends to have these mental attacks once in a while as a result. My dad has a job in the Ministry with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I know a lot about magical creatures because of this. My parents argue once in a while, but at the end of the day still love each other. My family is very close knit and always sticks together. Only my grandparents and two aunts know that my mum, dad, and I are magical. We don't see them often though, because they don't particularly like us magical folk.
School Years:
I was elated to get my letter, though I of course expected it. My parents were a bit concerned about me growing up, though, as my magic showed itself a lot. When I was two, for example, all the windows in the house broke because I had a temper tantrum. I was also bullied a lot as a little kid, and sometimes got into fights at school because of my temper. That rarely happens anymore. I'm looking forward to being able to control my magic.
My first year was....eventful. I was shocked at being put into Slytherin, though I suppose I should have seen it coming. When has anything ever gone right for me? Unfortunately, being one of the only non-purebloods in Slytherin does not gain you many friends. Enemies? Yes. Friends? Not so much. But I struggled on and had some hope for making friends until I almost died. Apparently showing up in class with mysterious bandages and a traumatized look about you doesn't exactly do wonders for you in the friend making department. But anyways, back to the whole almost getting killed part. It was all my cat's fault. I'm being completely serious here. My cat ran away at night into the Gardens, I followed and walked right into a very bad situation. See, this insane professor decided to off his cat, and Damien Edgeworth happened to witness the sinister deed. Then I kind of...showed up. So naturally I was a bit shocked. OK, that's an understatement. I was bloody terrified, alright? But luckily Damien decided to be a hero and saved my life. Well, luckily for me. He almost died, and I probably shouldn't even feel sorry for him since he's a right little snobby prat who thinks he's better than everyone else, but he did save me. So I owe him, and I have no idea whether I still hate him, or if I want to be friends with him. He can't be that prejudiced if he saved a halfblood, right? Right?
My second year was... better, surprisingly. Let's see, I actually made a couple of friends, two Hufflepuffs, Nell and Ada, was made of a member of a secret club, and reached a sort of truce with Damien Edgeworth. How did that happen? Well I was having these nightmares and he was dealing with stuff too and we ran into each other in the library... Long story short, I fell on top of him and we managed to actually work together without trying to kill each other! I know, it's a miracle. He's not that bad once you get to know him, actually. He has to deal with some horrible stuff at home. I might have even told him about my mum, violating my most important self imposed rule, but I guess it's OK. I don't think he'll tell anyone else. So yeah, we might even be friends now. Well, as friends as we can be.
Oh, I almost forgot! More stuff happened over the summer! A couple of friends were kidnapped by a group of dark wizards, so I set off to rescue them with Nell and some others. I was in my first magical battle, and managed to survive with only a few minor injuries. Not bad, eh? My parents were furious, of course. I got in loads of trouble over it. I also may have started writing Damien... Just to make sure he was OK, of course.
My third year was different. Two duels, one kiss, some screaming, and a few tears shed. My grandfather died a few weeks before the year started, so I was depressed about that for a little while. With the help of my friends, I was able to move on. I started taking electives, and I feel like I'm one step closer to becoming an Auror! Everyone's growing up, and there's was a LOT of drama this year. I also, sort of, um, kissed Damien. Yeah... His response wasn't exactly what I had hoped for, but I'm determined to see our friendship through, even if we're never going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I just have to make him see that! And it's also time to get serious; starting next year, the other Chimeras and I will be responsible for the whole school! How the heck four teenagers are gonna protect an entire school from the forces of bullying and (occasionally) evil is anyone's guess, though.
So... You really wanna hear about my fourth year, huh? Honestly, I can't fathom why. It wasn't that good.... Kidding! It was the best year ever! Well, except for the very end- But I am NOT counting that. I was pretty much forced to talk to Damien on the train ride to Hogwarts, and we sort of, you know, snogged a bit. We talked too! But the kissing was less awkward and way more fun than the talking part. Of course, the whole school knew about us within like two days, and my friends were SO annoying about it. Just you wait until you get a boyfriend, Ada. Just you wait... Anyways, Damien eventually asked me to be his girlfriend, and of course I said yes. Speaking of Slytherins, I'm pretty sure Dominic Montague is up to something with Gracie Mchalen, no scratch that, I'm POSITIVE they're dating. Well, good for them, I guess. I wonder what his parents think... The year was really nice and drama free. Belle even put me in charge of Dueling Club! Mwhahaha, power- I'm joking, sheesh. It's not like I'd abuse my position of authority or anything. I'm an innocent little Slytherin. Things went great until the very end of the year, when Damien's mother sent me a lovely little Howler. On the night of the feast. In front of everyone. It was a pathetic attempt to get me to leave Damien, presumably so she can go back to trying to set him up with a nice, prissy little pureblood girl who won't be, and I QUOTE, tarnishing his good and noble family name with my dirty blood. Yeah. Pretty desperate. I really feel bad for him, having to live with that. But we're over it, and now I just have to tell my parents that I have a boyfriend. Who is a pureblood Slytherin boy.
My parents took the news of Damien and I being together very well, as did his father, to my surprise. His mother, on the other hand... Let's just say I received another rant from Dahlia Edgeworth. In person this time. Luckily she got kicked out by her own house elf before she could do any more damage. At least my parents were impressed with Damien and his father standing up for us at the dinner we had together.
But my summer drama didn't end there, oh no... It seems my mum's past is coming back to haunt her, as my family is being stalked AND there was a huge attack on the Circus by some deranged psychos. The name Lord Xilan is getting thrown around more and more... People are starting to seriously worry. Thankfully, all my friends made it out alright, but things were pretty bad. Anyways, back to the stalking. I've been getting creepy letters and my parents are getting paranoid. I need to figure out just what exactly happened with my mum all those years ago... and I need to find out who's doing this. Because when I find them...
But on the plus side I did really good on all my OWLS, despite the stress of feeling like someone was watching me all year and the fact that muggleborns at school kept falling into comas. But everyone woke up at the end of the year. I'm not entirely sure what that whole thing was about... but I guess all's well that ends well. One more year until I'm officially an adult witch.
My sixth year was a mess. Whoever was stalking me has to be in Slytherin, I know that now, because they put a horrible painting of me up in the Common Room. For everyone to see. I maaaay have had a minor panic attack upon seeing you know, MYSELF REPEATING BACK WORDS I SAID IN THE PAST. Okay. I'm calm. I'm calm. So now I know they are literally everywhere. I have to remember to start casting muffliato frequently. I'm narrowing down my list of suspects... but it's harder than it would seem to pinpoint just one creepy Slytherin. There's a lot of them. And they found the body of some poor kid in the dungeons...it was awful. Then there was the Fatal- ahem Fall Festival, which I really should have known would end in disaster, since every time Damien and I go out on a date the universe conspires against us. It was vampires this time. Some bloke handed me his kid in the middle of it, so I did more babysitting than fighting. I think Damien was just relieved neither of us got hurt. I mean, so was I, of course. We had a spat right before things got crazy and it reminded me that.. some some stuff isn't worth fighting about. Especially with what's going on with my family. I could just disappear, like other people have, and I don't want to end up in some story about how yet another family got on the bad sides of dark wizards and ended up "vanishing". I don't want to be a victim. But we found, with Dominic's help, surprisingly, a clue. The frame the picture was in, on the back of it, had a clue to where it was bought. Some Nott owns a place in Diagon Alley, so I guess I'll be headed there this summer. I need to end this. Soon. I can't spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. My mum shouldn't be afraid anymore. My dad shouldn't have to worry. Next year is my last year. I'm an adult, I'm not a scared little girl, and I have to fix things. Other than all that crap, things are..okay, I guess. Damien and I are fine. I think we're fine. He might want to get serious... and so do I. I guess. Things are just... I have a lot on my mind right now, and I feel like nothing's really private anymore but I don't want him to think I- Ugh. It's just... relationships are not my area of expertise. I love him, obviously, and some day I want it to be official, like, marriage official but I am NOT saying anything because I am not going to be the crazed girlfriend and I also don't want to be married with kids before I'm barely into my twenties. Well, definitely not the kids part, anyways. Not for a while.
We did manage to find Nott's shop during the summer, but the son of a... Hmph. He must have conned us or something, because the purchase information said that Damien's mother, Dahlia, bought it, and that can't be possible. No further creepiness from stalkers, but I'm not sure whether to be relieved or not...
My seventh year was all studying for NEWTs. That, and I was made Head Girl, and Damien was made Head Boy. It was nice, though unexpected. The year was very quiet, though I certainly didn't let my guard down. Damien and I decided to get a flat together, in London, and I did well enough on my NEWTs. Now that I'm officially an adults, it just feels... strange. Like I'm leaving one world behind and entering another. No more Dueling Club, no more secret Chimera meetings, no more classes... I'm probably just being melodramatic. Regardless, I'm moving out, and sending in that Auror application. Fingers crossed...
I was accepted to be an Auror, and Damien and I are fairly happy together, even if I'm still hunting down the people who tried messing with my family. I think I've got some new leads, anyhow... Dom and Gracie live just across the hall from us, Ada and her vampire beau Chris live in the same building (with their new babies, THAT was a bit of a shock), and I'm in training as an Auror. Also, I'm engaged. To Damien. We joke about eloping, but between his father and my mum, we'd be dead people walking. So I suppose that's out of the question.
I enjoy reading exciting novels, playing games of skill like wizarding chess, writing in my journal, debating, and dueling.
I despise snobs, annoyances, liars, boring teachers, and blood purity rubbish.
I'm afraid of being totally alone.
My strengths are schoolwork and being able to read people's emotions.
My flaws are my sensitivity and my temper.
I look like this:this (Anna Lutoskin, FC approved)
My wand is 11 inches long, Makore wood, with a aethonon feather core. Firm, warm to the touch, and good at defensive magic. Splendid, isn't it?
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you!
My flying skills are nonexistent. I almost died when I was eight after falling from a broom. I have no urge to repeat that particular incident, so no Quidditch and brooms for me. I speak three languages besides English: French, which my mum taught me when I was very young, being half French herself, Latin, my mum taught me this too, she says it comes in handy every once in a while and that she learned it in private muggle school, and Gaelic, which I taught myself a few years ago. My paternal grandmother was Irish, and spoke Gaelic fluently. My dad knows a little, mostly songs and rhymes.
My O.W.L. Scores Are:
Astronomy ~ O Charms ~ O Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O Herbology ~ E History of Magic ~ E Potions ~ E Transfiguration ~ O Care of Magical Creatures ~ E Cursebreaking ~ O Mythology ~ O Wandless Magic ~ O Wizard Law ~ O Healing ~ O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Are:
Charms - O Defense Against the Dark Arts - O Transfiguration - O Wandless Magic - A Mythology - O Healing - E Herbology - E Potions - E Cursebreaking - E. Wizard Law - E
