Appearance:
My Puppet master is:
AirRoa 🐨
My name is: Phoebe Amber Appleby
But I go by: Phoebe or PHOEBE!, you've gotta say it in a really loud voice with some anger in it.
I am a: female W-I-T-C-H.
I am 13 years old In my 3rd year at Hogwarts
My birthday is: February 11
I prefer the company of: the interesting, intelligent, and sarcastic people. There are few of those I find at my young age.
I am of the: Muggle Bloodline
I belong to the: ...I don't ruddy know... House
My little trouble maker is an: tawny owl. Named: Doughnut
I wield a: pliant, 11 and a quarter inch Apple (HA!) wood with Unicorn tail hair core Wand
People see me as: a rather open, witty person. Intelligent, humorous, good natured and optimistic. Now am I really any of those things. I like to think so, but I suppose you don't care for my opinion on myself. I mean you asked about others opinions of me. Which I'll admit, I rarely hear, since I'm never vain enough to ask them.
I Love: Me...oh, yes and my family. I enjoy a good comedy too and chocolate. It's very important the last one. Chocolate is a wonderful thing. Also Kippers, I tend to like salty things. I suppose I should have more in the section, but all honesty...I don't know. I don't instant love attachment to things or people. Hell my family is barely part of it. I adore my mother and father, my grandmother especially, but the beyond them. Well the rest think my parents are barmy, running their shop and all. Family Meet ups tends to be uncomfortable.
I hate: my old self. When I was younger...like 3 or 4 years ago type young, I was cold and a touch detached. It was all the rage in school. To be aloft and hard, jaded before your years had come around to real harden you. I never saw the happiness in anything. Even when I was trying to suck up to the more aloft mature popular people. Looking back, I'm surprised my grandmother even liked me. I was moody teen before I was teen. I hate look back at all that time wasted trying to be something I wasn't. Thus, I try not to look back at all. Popularly people, being something false and fake, and worst ignoring...even hurting those who are just trying to help you. Never getting to say sorry.
I'm amazing at: being optimistic...Well, I ruddy hell try to be. I've gotten pretty good at it. Otherwise I suppose I've got an edge on talking to people. I presume so anyway. Well, lets see I suppose I'm good in classes and I suppose on a broom. Not truly fond Quidditch, far too likely to get my head taken off, but it's an interesting game to watch...especially upside down, but blood flow makes it a touch uncomfortable.
I am horrible/ fear: At making mistakes, I know it's a part of life, but nothing is worst in mind than making a mistake. Especially big life altering ones. It hangs around your neck like a noose and then you can't get out of your own thoughts. It's like being stuck in small spaces, your thoughts and feelings just well up and crowd you. Doesn't leave me in very optimistic minds set.
My History: Is a short tale. 13 years, some months, a couple of days, a few hours, and pass the minutes and seconds of life aren't really ones for great tales. No heroic deeds were done. I wasn't a blaring sign of magic as I grew up. Nothing really happened. Those days spent in Primary were wasted on trying to be something I wasn't. I entered with the idea that I wanted to be popular and well liked. I wanted that and I came out truly jaded and sad. If it wasn't for my grandmother I'm pretty sure I would have kept being melancholy and pessimistic. I won't go into details, but lets just say the path to my popularity left me with few friends and one truly sad event. My grandmother, rest her soul, saved me from a pit of despair and self judgement. I was on the rebound when I got my letter
1st YEAR
Interesting enough. I spent most of it hunched over a book or walking with a book or eavesdropping on conversation than going to find a book to explain everything. Not very practical, but I hadn't a ruddy clue about anything! I had no idea what did what, why did candles float, where the classrooms were or how this whole magic thing worked. I can say that I did pass most of my classes with wonderful marks.
2nd YEAR
Remember when I said I hated mistakes. I hate making permanent ones. I also hate making ones that get me laughed at. Truly I tried to shrug it off or laugh with others, but seriously I don't find it that funny. I seemed to not be able to get a single thing right. I thought I had figured out the world, gotten it's system and was ready for anything. Turns out books are only one step towards truly understand something, the next step is experience. I spent the first half of the year tripping over myself and earning the nickname Flimsy Phoebe.
"Flimsy Phoebe falls over."
"Can't cast to a spell without a spill."
The second half of the year after Christmas holiday was spent hiding and watching. I'm surprised I made it through classes, I was so uncertain of so many things. As I said, books are only step to understanding. The second is experience. Since I couldn't experience it without apparently falling over myself outside of class and letting my frustrations get to me, I watched others. Which turned me from Flimsy to Peeping Phoebe, but since it didn't time out as well as Flimsy I was lucky and didn't hear it half as much. The year ended with a great deal of a relief and a very silent journey back.
So I'm sure you can guess what I'm going to be doing this year? Yes. Yes. I'm going to do absolutely nothing. This year, I'll stop being a git and get work done. I'll also stop trying to be like everyone else with all their knowledge and their wizarding mutters. So I don't know what Wizarding Wireless Radio is, so what! So I can't tell most of the magical plants from each other beyond each being as gross as the last, so what! I'm going to focus on what I want to know and curse those that get in my way. I thought I had learned from my younger years, but old habits I suppose. My remain years will be spent being me and...maybe trying to get some friends. Friends would be nice.
My Puppet master is:
AirRoa 🐨
My name is: Phoebe Amber Appleby
But I go by: Phoebe or PHOEBE!, you've gotta say it in a really loud voice with some anger in it.
I am a: female W-I-T-C-H.
I am 13 years old In my 3rd year at Hogwarts
My birthday is: February 11
I prefer the company of: the interesting, intelligent, and sarcastic people. There are few of those I find at my young age.
I am of the: Muggle Bloodline
I belong to the: ...I don't ruddy know... House
My little trouble maker is an: tawny owl. Named: Doughnut
I wield a: pliant, 11 and a quarter inch Apple (HA!) wood with Unicorn tail hair core Wand
People see me as: a rather open, witty person. Intelligent, humorous, good natured and optimistic. Now am I really any of those things. I like to think so, but I suppose you don't care for my opinion on myself. I mean you asked about others opinions of me. Which I'll admit, I rarely hear, since I'm never vain enough to ask them.
I Love: Me...oh, yes and my family. I enjoy a good comedy too and chocolate. It's very important the last one. Chocolate is a wonderful thing. Also Kippers, I tend to like salty things. I suppose I should have more in the section, but all honesty...I don't know. I don't instant love attachment to things or people. Hell my family is barely part of it. I adore my mother and father, my grandmother especially, but the beyond them. Well the rest think my parents are barmy, running their shop and all. Family Meet ups tends to be uncomfortable.
I hate: my old self. When I was younger...like 3 or 4 years ago type young, I was cold and a touch detached. It was all the rage in school. To be aloft and hard, jaded before your years had come around to real harden you. I never saw the happiness in anything. Even when I was trying to suck up to the more aloft mature popular people. Looking back, I'm surprised my grandmother even liked me. I was moody teen before I was teen. I hate look back at all that time wasted trying to be something I wasn't. Thus, I try not to look back at all. Popularly people, being something false and fake, and worst ignoring...even hurting those who are just trying to help you. Never getting to say sorry.
I'm amazing at: being optimistic...Well, I ruddy hell try to be. I've gotten pretty good at it. Otherwise I suppose I've got an edge on talking to people. I presume so anyway. Well, lets see I suppose I'm good in classes and I suppose on a broom. Not truly fond Quidditch, far too likely to get my head taken off, but it's an interesting game to watch...especially upside down, but blood flow makes it a touch uncomfortable.
I am horrible/ fear: At making mistakes, I know it's a part of life, but nothing is worst in mind than making a mistake. Especially big life altering ones. It hangs around your neck like a noose and then you can't get out of your own thoughts. It's like being stuck in small spaces, your thoughts and feelings just well up and crowd you. Doesn't leave me in very optimistic minds set.
My History: Is a short tale. 13 years, some months, a couple of days, a few hours, and pass the minutes and seconds of life aren't really ones for great tales. No heroic deeds were done. I wasn't a blaring sign of magic as I grew up. Nothing really happened. Those days spent in Primary were wasted on trying to be something I wasn't. I entered with the idea that I wanted to be popular and well liked. I wanted that and I came out truly jaded and sad. If it wasn't for my grandmother I'm pretty sure I would have kept being melancholy and pessimistic. I won't go into details, but lets just say the path to my popularity left me with few friends and one truly sad event. My grandmother, rest her soul, saved me from a pit of despair and self judgement. I was on the rebound when I got my letter
1st YEAR
Interesting enough. I spent most of it hunched over a book or walking with a book or eavesdropping on conversation than going to find a book to explain everything. Not very practical, but I hadn't a ruddy clue about anything! I had no idea what did what, why did candles float, where the classrooms were or how this whole magic thing worked. I can say that I did pass most of my classes with wonderful marks.
2nd YEAR
Remember when I said I hated mistakes. I hate making permanent ones. I also hate making ones that get me laughed at. Truly I tried to shrug it off or laugh with others, but seriously I don't find it that funny. I seemed to not be able to get a single thing right. I thought I had figured out the world, gotten it's system and was ready for anything. Turns out books are only one step towards truly understand something, the next step is experience. I spent the first half of the year tripping over myself and earning the nickname Flimsy Phoebe.
"Flimsy Phoebe falls over."
"Can't cast to a spell without a spill."
The second half of the year after Christmas holiday was spent hiding and watching. I'm surprised I made it through classes, I was so uncertain of so many things. As I said, books are only step to understanding. The second is experience. Since I couldn't experience it without apparently falling over myself outside of class and letting my frustrations get to me, I watched others. Which turned me from Flimsy to Peeping Phoebe, but since it didn't time out as well as Flimsy I was lucky and didn't hear it half as much. The year ended with a great deal of a relief and a very silent journey back.
So I'm sure you can guess what I'm going to be doing this year? Yes. Yes. I'm going to do absolutely nothing. This year, I'll stop being a git and get work done. I'll also stop trying to be like everyone else with all their knowledge and their wizarding mutters. So I don't know what Wizarding Wireless Radio is, so what! So I can't tell most of the magical plants from each other beyond each being as gross as the last, so what! I'm going to focus on what I want to know and curse those that get in my way. I thought I had learned from my younger years, but old habits I suppose. My remain years will be spent being me and...maybe trying to get some friends. Friends would be nice.
I would like to be in the: Ravenclaw House
