I'm a girl.
I'm 18 years old.
My birthday is October 17th.
My dream job is to be an artist, like my mother.
My blood status is Pureblood.
This is my graduated year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Ravenclaw
I'm interested in guys.
I'm currently with Jeremy Long
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm just like my mother! I’ve got my head in the clouds, and all my brainpower is focused on the creative side of things. I’m not a books kind of girl. That is, I don’t do things by the books, and I’m not really book smart. I mostly go with how I feel. But, I am smart, don’t think I’m stupid just because I don’t really get into traditional learning. I’m actually really clever, and I can figure things out a lot quicker, and more imaginatively, than most people I know. I just don’t get caught up in the serious side of things. I like to be upbeat and happy and free, you know? And yeah, maybe I'm a bit mischievous, but it's all in fun. And what's life without a little fun, yeah?
My background story is that I was totally spoiled as a child, both in that I always got what I wanted and in that I was allowed to be my own thing and be my own person. My parents totally doted on me and my brother, and we got away with pretty much everything. We weren’t bad kids, just a bit mischievous. My mom taught me how to throw on the wheel as soon as I was big enough to try, and I really love it, just like she does, although when I was about 7 I discovered that I’m more of a painter. A weird thing for a 7 year old to discover, right? Most kids figure out that they like the color blue around that time. But I was already making a mess, getting paint in my hair and on my face. My dad’s really smart, and he taught my brother and me well growing up, so we’re pretty smart, too, but my heart’s not really in my studies. I’d much rather spend my time drawing and painting and throwing, like my mother. Of course, there's not much opportunity to paint at school, at least not until I can take Art starting third year.
I... I got sorted into Ravenclaw, and its already ruining me. I didn't do a single thing, all year! Except, like... read! How totally awful is that? It creeps me out just saying it! There was an incident in the first Astronomy class of the year, this jerk Slytherin tried to lord himself over the rest of our year and I mouthed off about it. Then, get this, some idiot Gryffindor totally smarted off at me! He was basically insulting our entire year, calling us all idiots, and she was on his side! I will never understand some people! He wasn't even that cute! Anyway, then this other Slytherin Jer mouthed off, too (he was on my side, though) and we all got detention. I tried to smooth it over, at least with Ronna, the Gryffindor, but she was totally hopeless. And she was all upset over getting detention, which was totally annoying. If you're not willing to deal with the consequences, you don't shoot your mouth off. You just don't. I knew I was gonna get detention; so did Jer. But she acted like the world was crumbling. And totally blamed me, as if I'd used the bloody Imperius curse to make her argue with me to get her in trouble or something. Snooty little... anyway, after that... I mean, the entire rest of the year was totally boring! I didn't do a bloody thing!
My third year, though... well, it definitely wasn't boring. During the Summer, I got this super cryptic letter about joining some club thing... met them all in Hogsmeade (had to convince my parents to take me, of course) and found out it was apparently some secret society of heroes or something. People who are supposed to do good and protect people... whatever, it was weird. I didn't know anyone there and everyone was at least a year older than me. Then, practically first week of school, I was wandering around with Jer, just bullshitting like usual, and we found... we found a dead kid, down in the dungeons. He was tied to the wall, and his lower body was all burnt and his upper body looked like someone had just... cut him, over and over and over. It was awful... I sort of freaked out on Jer. Feel bad about that, really. It wasn't cool. And after that, we all got out of school to go to this Festival thing, and a bunch of damn vampires attacked! Well, I say a bunch... apparently it was like, two or three. Sure seemed like more when they started counting up the injuries and deaths. One of them grabbed onto Darren, one of my friends, and I got her to drop him, she looked like she was ten or something. Then, I took off to try and find Echo. He was crouched down hiding behind a tree while one of the others attacked his friend and a couple of older students were fighting him. I grabbed Echo and got him the hell out of there. Feel sort of bad for leaving the others, especially since I'm supposed to be in some club for heroes now, but... I just wanted to protect my little brother. And I did; I came out with a cracked collarbone and a couple broken ribs, but he just had some scratches. The rest of the year was sort of boring, though. Jacob, one of the other kids who got recruited to that weird club, got us to meet up, and we were short a Slytherin, because apparently there's supposed to be one from each house? So of course I invited Jer... I thought they might get mad, but neither of them seemed to care. We went to an 'official' meeting a bit after that, but it didn't tell me much more than the first meeting... Jacob, Tobi, Jer and I are sort of floundering about trying to get it all figured out.
I enjoy art, of course, of any kind, but especially painting. I also love going outside, experiencing nature, even on rainy days, which I also love. And I am totally obsessed with playing with my hair and eye color. It’s just too easy and too much fun not to!
I despise having to sit still, being stuck indoors, people with no imagination, not having any idea what to paint, and when people give me ugly looks for being myself. Looking at you, Phyllis and Timothy (my grandparents. They're a total drag).
I'm afraid of losing my creativity, my imagination, when I get older! It happens all the time, and it’s just totally awful!
My strengths are that I don’t let people get me down, and that I’m honest about everything.
My flaws are that I don’t know when to shut up and butt out, and that I’m super nosy.
I look like this.
My wand is a Apple wood with Fairy Hair, 13 and 2/3 inches.
My pets are a Purple Pygmy Puff named Amethyst, though I usually call her Amy, and a Two-Toed Sloth named Sir Arthur Slothington, who generally goes by Art.
My O.W.L. scores were:
Astronomy ~ EE
Charms ~ O
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ A
Herbology ~ P
History of Magic ~ O
Potions ~ O
Transfiguration ~ O
Art ~ O
Care of Magical Creatures ~ A
Cooking with Magic ~ O
Divination ~ O
Muggle Art ~ O
Wandless Magic Practice Class ~ EE
Wandlore Studies ~ EE
My N.E.W.T. scores were:
Charms ~ O
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ A
Potions ~ A
Transfiguration ~ O
Art ~ O
Cooking with Magic ~ EE
Divination ~ A
Muggle Art ~ O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I’m a Metamorphmagus, like my mom! I've had some trouble controlling it in the past, of course, my hair and eyes are practically a mood ring sometimes. But, I've gotten better lately.
~Utsuha
