But I mostly go by Miss Grey, or simply ‘Grey’ at school. My cousins, Siobhan and Fianna, call me ‘Linny’.
I'm a girl, in case you couldn’t tell
I'm eighteen years old.
My birthday is the Ides of March, otherwise known as March the Fifteenth.
My dream job is being a Cursebreaker, so I can travel.
My blood status is I guess I’m what one might call a ‘Half Blood’. My father was a Muggle, my mother and her sister, Aunt Livinia, are witches, as is Mother Grey, my grandmother. Ours is an ancient Wizarding family line, and Mother Grey has told me our blood was mingled with the fey, though that was centuries ago, but some of the traits resurface every so often.
This is my Graduated year here at Hogwarts.
The house I was in is Ravenclaw
I'm interested in uh, um, well … guys, definitely guys
I'm currently with Layton Bannister http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24549387
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a bit of an odd duck. Not a nutter, you understand, it’s just most folk aren’t exactly sure what to make of me. By and large, I don’t like dealing with a lot of people at one time, and crowds make me nervous. By turns I can be quite cheerful, and then suddenly be dark and moody, and I’m usually good for a snide quip or two. ‘Cynical’ would be a good descriptor of me, but then after the things I’ve seen in my life, I don’t really have faith in much of anything.
I can assure you, though, I’m dead serious when it comes to my schoolwork; competence only comes through hard work and practice, I will seek out extra credit projects to pad my grades, and you’ll usually find me in a library somewhere studying.
My background story is Honestly, there really isn’t much to tell, but since you asked …
I wasn’t born under the best of auspices, it was a stormy night, or so I’m told, in the middle of March. Dad wanted me to be born in a nice modern hospital in Dublin, Mom and Mother Grey insisted upon our ancestral home, outside Tremere, where she was born. One of my uncles was driving to the house, to be there for my birth, but he was killed in a lorry accident not far away. As such my birthday isn’t looked upon as a happy occasion.
Dad was a consulting engineer for a firm in Waterford (yes, the place with all the expensive crystal), and Mom was a junior law wizard with the Ministry of Magic, so I really didn’t see as much of them growing up as I would have liked, except in the evenings and the weekends. Usually I stayed with my Aunt Livinia and Uncle Hugh, whom had a townhouse in Waterford, or with Mother Grey whom lived in a cottage out in the country.
Everybody calls my grandmother ‘Mother Grey’, at least the ones raised in the Old Ways, or those who know what’s good for them. She’s what some might call a ‘wise woman’ or a ‘hedge witch’; however she’s got the gift of being able to read signs and portents. She can read tarot cards like some Muggles read ‘the Times’, and she’s taught me to read them as well, although I’m nowhere as good as with them. She’s also got a deft hand with potions, and has forgotten more about Herbology than I’ll probably ever learn; if she doesn’t know about it, then likely it isn’t worth the knowing. Wizarding Folk whom live in the area come to her when they need potions.
One time, she called my father, and told him not to let me go to visit a friend that day, because there were ill portents. He laughed it off and let me go anyway, just to get me out of the house. That day, I watched my friend run out into the street after a ball, and get hit by a car. She died before help could get there to us.
I started showing signs of being a witch when I was really quite young. Odd things happened around me; great big dogs, whom would tear your arm off as soon as look at you, would come up and lick my face like we were old friends. Then again, animals in general seem to like me. There’s a pair of Irish Wolfhounds, Lugh and Cu Cuchlainn, they become my second and third shadow when I stay at Mother Grey’s. On occasion a favourite toy would fly off the shelf and into my arms, and I must confess I may be responsible for the odd plate of brussel sprouts getting catapult out the window and into the garden.
Mom, Uncle Hugh and Aunt Livinia, and Mother Grey were all delighted about having a burgeoning witch in the house; Dad had his misgivings, and I think on some level he was just a little scared of me, not that he’d ever admit it. One thing which all of them were in agreement about, was the joyous event of my baby brother, Robert, coming into the world.
I suppose on some level I wasn’t thrilled about sharing my parents’ attention with a younger sibling, but I also learned it was cool to be a big sister too. It was cute how he would follow me around, and I could get him to laugh at the drop of a hat. Wee little Robert, bonny, sweet and true.
Things don’t always work out, I guess. One night, our parents went out for the evening, so it was just us and the housekeeper there in the house. For whatever reason he wouldn’t settle down for bed, and so he ended up in my lap, snuggled with me while I read to him. At some point I passed out, and when I woke up next it was in a hospital Emergency Room. I was told little Robert had died in my arms, fallen asleep never to awaken.
We found out later something went wrong with the furnace in our house, and though I’d done nothing wrong, I’m sure my parents, my dad in particular, never forgave me for surviving.
When I was ten, my magic was getting stronger, and the odd occurrences were taking place with greater frequency, sometimes even happening at the school I was attending. Dad was of a mind to ship me off to some Catholic boarding school, and he was trying to convince Mom it was ‘for the best’.
After a particularly nasty argument with my parents, they left the house to attend some party being held by Dad’s firm. I was seething mad when I watched them leave, and it was then the car exploded. In actuality, the gas filter caused a fire which detonated some gas vapour (ooc: I lost my first car this way), but at the time I thought my magic was responsible.
Fearing that the Aurors were coming for me, and having heard the horror stories of what happens to people whom end up in Azkaban … well, I ran for it. I packed what I could into a bag, and started running. I ended up somewhere near a lake, in one of those abandoned villages which was emptied out during the Potato Famine. It was there I ended up staying.
I don’t know how long I was there, and thankfully I learned enough from Mother Grey to not poison myself on what I foraged; I may not have lived well, but I didn't starve either. My adorable Birman friend, Hepzibah, simply showed up one frigid morning; I fed her some broth and noodles, and she’s been with me ever since.
Not long ago, I received my letter from Hogwarts, and knew it was time to leave my sanctuary. They wouldn’t have sent the letter if they were planning to swoop in and ship me off to a prison cell. I left my sanctuary and walked back to my aunt's townhouse in Waterford, where she and Mother Grey were waiting for me, as if they seemed to know I was supposed to arrive at that date and time.
So, here I am, looking for a second chance in life at the tender age of eleven. I’m not expecting a lot here, am I?
If you want the rest, see what's in the file below.
I enjoy My books, of course. I’m what one might call a bibliophile, and I have a rather sizeable collection of books, classics by Muggle authors, and Wizarding authors (and nothing by that fraud, Gilderoy Lockhart) as well as more obscure works, some of which are quite valuable and rare. I also have managed to collect a number of books on the subjects of magic, spellcraft, and the like, including my own formulary.
I also love music; I guess it is part and parcel of being a Celt. Mother taught me a few guitar chords, so I can play one a little bit (though not well), and I can sing. I don’t mind singing in public, as long as I'm not tricked into it, and I'd rather just sing along with the others at the pub.
My favourite classes were Charms, Potions and Herbology; the latter two being quite closely related; enough so I cross-referenced my formulary with my notes, which I'll hang onto for future reference.
I never really knew what true freedom was until the first time I flew on a broom, and I still enjoy getting out and flying around, even if I do know how to Apparate.
I despise ‘Despise’ is a strong word, closely associated with ‘hate’. As a general rule I see such things as a particularly extravagant and unwise investiture of emotional energy. It can give somebody a measure of power over you and they can influence your thoughts and actions, so one must be careful.
I can honestly say I don’t like dancing. Not to say I dislike watching it, that can be fun, no I mean actually dancing myself. Mother insisted upon having me dance when I was little, Irish step dancing, the whole experience reminded me strongly of those nasty little dogs with the weird fuzzy haircuts you see at dog shows, prancing about in silly little costumes. I’m sure you get the picture; I don’t care for being trotted out and made to perform.
There’s also ‘girl drama’. < insert sigh, and then a sarcastically silly tone> ‘OMG, if Mister X doesn’t date Miss Y the world will come crashing to an end’, or it’s just another Tuesday night. Bloody hell, it’s annoying.
I really don’t like being pestered while I’m trying to get something done either, now I think about it. I can be reading a really good book, or totally into the study of a particular bit of magic, and sure as the sun rising somebody feels the need to intrude upon my personal space because they have some ‘important’ bit which absolutely demands my undivided attention at that precise second.
I can honestly say I really despised the theology classes I had to take, when I was younger, so much so I've come to dislike greatly having any religious teachings at all crammed down my throat. Don’t take me wrong, the history is interesting, but there’s only so much of the endless repetition of the catechisms I can stomach. I can also do without the nuns and their rulers. Since Robert died, I've become lapsed, for which my father never forgave me.
I'm afraid of I’m going to assume you aren’t referring to those fears any sane, rational person would and should have, such as death, dementors, dragons and other things boggarts are so good at emulating. I guess what I fear the most is the possibility that no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, ultimately nothing I do matters, and I will be judged to be a failure by those around me.
My strengths are I would like to think I’m reasonably erudite for my age and skilled with my magic.
My flaws are
I’m afraid I have a nasty habit of getting fixated on a task or a project to the exclusion of anything else, including food and sleep. I’m also not what one would call a ‘good liar’. No, while I might couch things to spare somebody’s feelings, I will tell you what I think, and damn the consequences.
I look like (Out of Character) bootiful little lady kisses mwuah
My wand is eleven inches long, made of yew, with a core of faery hair, capped with a silver triskelion, with lines of true silver wound about its length crafted to look like ivy vines and leaves. It’s actually quite pretty, and its main forte is Charms and Healing Arts.
My pet is a Oh, you must be referring to the seal-point Birman perched on my shoulder. Her name is Hepzibah, and she’s hardly what I would call a pet, she’s my friend and companion; if anything, she considers me her pet. By the way, she’s not particularly pleased with your insinuation.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I am fluent in two other languages, aside from English. I was brought up from a young age speaking Irish Gaelic (it’s amazing what one can learn from ghosts) and Latin, along with a smattering of any number of old languages I’ve picked up from the books I’ve read.
< Breathing a sigh> “If this is the end of the interview, I’d like to go now. I’ve heard they’re serving pudding with dinner tonight.”
My OWLs Scores Are:
Astronomy ~ O
Charms ~ O
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O
Herbology ~ O
History of Magic ~ O
Potions ~ O
Transfiguration ~ O
Alchemy ~ O
Ancient Studies ~ O
Arithmancy ~ O
Art ~ O
Care of Magical Creatures ~ O
Cooking with Magic ~ O
Cursebreaking ~ EE
Divination ~ EE
Ghost and Ghoul Studies ~ O
Healing ~ O
Study of Ancient Runes ~ O
Wandless Magic ~ O
Wizard Law ~ O
My NEWT Scores Are:
Astronomy ~ O
Charms ~ O
DADA ~ O
Herbology ~ EE
History of Magic ~ O
Potions ~ O
Transfiguration ~ O
Alchemy ~ O
Arithmancy ~ O
Art ~ O
Care of Magical Creatures ~ EE
Cursebreaking ~ O
Divination ~ EE
Ghost and Ghoul Studies ~ O
Healing ~ O
Study of Ancient Runes ~ A
Wandless Magic ~ O
Wizard Law ~ O
Marked Pending By Weasley 12/8/14
~ Updates accepted by Dia 11/15/15
~ Updates accepted by Utsuha [5/12/16]
~ Updates accepted by Dia 11/15/15
~ Updates accepted by Utsuha [5/12/16]
