But I mostly go by: I prefer ‘Dani’. My aunt calls me Danica, and my parents do only when their angry with me, although what they refer to me as these days is less printable.
I'm a: girl.
I'm:eighteen years old.
My birthday is: Twentieth of June
My dream job is: I don’t know. It would be kinda cool to be an author, or a professional Quidditch player (wonder if I can get my own shoe contract?), or maybe find a way to teach the Wizarding World how to tweet. Recently I've been looking into becoming a healer at St. Mungo's.
My blood status is: Half-Blood, I guess. My parents can’t do magic, but my aunt can, my mother, I found out recently is actually a Squib, and my maternal grandparents are magically active. (Truth revealed)
This is my: Graduated year here at Hogwarts.
The house I was in is: Gryffindor
I'm interested in: Uh, guys.
I'm currently with: Nobody at this point. Eli and I broke up recently, and have dealt with the resulting pain. (OOC: per conversation with Diamond Wales)
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm: Steady, reliable, flexible. I keep my word when I give it, and I’ve been told I don’t fall apart under pressure; whatever that's suppose to mean. I'm nobody's child and nobody's saint (that's my little brother's job, anyway), I'm just somebody trying to get along in life, and do what I need to do.
With all the crap I had in my life, I’m the one my friends would come to when they needed help and advice, and a shoulder to cry on. Somebody told me once, 'friends are the family you choose', and I've decided its pretty much truth. I stick by my friends, especially since I really don't have much in the way of blood relations I'm on speaking terms with. I enjoy hanging out, laughing and having fun; I've just not had much chance to do it lately.
Sports have always been my escape, my chance to really be myself. Kicking a football or swinging a bat, doesn't matter which, I get to show people what I do best, and I get the chance to be a part of something bigger than myself. I like to compete, and don't mind working hard to win.
Dad calls me a freak and a monster; I don't know if I'd quite go so far with that. I want to hate him and Mom, but I can't; they just don't understand me that's all. Since they disowned me, my resolve not to hate them has really been put to the test, but that's the way life goes, I guess. David's a sneaky little git, I may not like him, but he's my little brother. I'm not a monster, I'm a witch; magic is kinda scary, but I'll do my best to get better with it, and learn to keep it under control.
My background story is:
I got thrown out of the house the night my letter from Hogwarts arrived, and I know I won’t be allowed to come back home either. It wasn’t because of the letter, although it helped; no, the blame sits on my shoulders. You see, I was my parents’ first kid, the one parents make all their mistakes with. I was expected to be the one with the good grades, and when I broke my mother’s heart by not wanting to be a ballerina and took up Cricket instead, well I was expected to become good enough to get a scholarship if I wanted to go to college.
David, my baby brother didn’t have any of that to contend with. No, my parents were pleased with whatever he did, especially if it was cute, and got pretty huffy with me whenever I called them on it. Of course, he was ‘Mummy’s Little Angel’, even if he was a sneaky little git, and I got blamed for quite a few of the tricks he pulled. Still, as long as I had my music and my books, did what was expected of me, played Cricket, and got to see my friends, things weren’t too bad.
Then the weird things started happening. There was a glass vase Mother bought which exploded when David and I were having an argument. She thought he broke it, especially when he worked so hard to protest his innocence, and he'd been seen kicking my football around the house not long before. I wasn't so fortunate to get a pass after that.
It took a few more ‘incidents’ for my parents and me to figure out I had something to do with them, especially when David was nowhere around to be a cause. A boy at school made fun of me over certain ... ahem, 'developmental issues' and got hit by a locker door hard enough he needed stitches afterward.
Mom and Dad were really wondering how I was breaking things around the house, particularly the day they saw the cookie jar spontaneously detonate without David and me having touched it. It happened when he whacked me in the mouth with one of his toys, because I wouldn’t let him sneak a quick snack before dinner. I got a split lip out of it, and had to clean up all the broken glass and the blood.
I also figured out they knew more about what was going on than they were saying, and I heard them mention my Aunt Bella when they were sure I wasn’t around. When I asked them about her, they’d change the subject. I’d met her before a few times, she was my mother’s dotty older sister who lived in a large old house in the woods, and lots of cats. By this point, I had some half-baked plans to leave home and maybe live with her; I guess I was hoping she would understand things better than Mom and Dad.
Whatever fears my parents had were confirmed the morning an owl showed up with my letter from Hogwarts.
When she saw my letter, my mother’s first comment was, “Bloody marvelous. You’re a freak, just like my sister.” Angry as I was, the owl was flying back with my acceptance; I figured a magic school had to be better than the public one I was attending, and being there had to be better than being here. Funny thing is, thinking back, I forgot to even ask Mom if it was okay to accept the invitation, or maybe I just didn't care if she said 'yes' or not. Lucky for me, I had Cricket practice to go, because I really wanted to hit something.
I came back from practice and found David rummaging around in my room for some CDs he wanted to swipe. Honestly, I didn’t mean for David to get hurt, but angry at him as I was, for violating my privacy and stealing my stuff, yet again, I guess my magic chose to lash out. I was horrified as I watched my 'darling' baby brother get launched out of my room, and flung a good ten feet into a wall hard enough to shatter the plaster.
In all my life, I’ve never seen my parents so angry or so frightened. They yelled at me for hurting David while they were rushing around to get ready to take him to the emergency room, and Mom told me to leave that night and never return. To this day, I don’t know how my brother is doing (though I hear he runs screaming when he hears my name), and my parents won’t take my calls.
Well, I couldn’t stay with my friends; I didn't want for them to get into trouble for harbouring me, and their folks would have just sent me back to my parents, so I figured my best hope was to find my Aunt, who lived outside a nearby town. It was a good thing my plans actually involved having a bag packed, because all of a sudden I was on my own.
Took a couple of days of walking, but I lucked out and met up with her at a grocery store. Good thing too, as I was pretty hungry by then, the provisions I had and my meager funds would only take me so far. After she brought me back to her house in the woods, we had a long talk. I had as many questions for her as she had for me, and I was really hoping she had the answers I walked so far to learn.
Turns out she was a witch too, and attended the same Hogwarts School I received my letter from. For seven years she matriculated as a Hufflepuff, and she told me the experience was the best thing which ever happened to her. It was at Hogwarts I would make new friends and find a safe haven to learn my magic.
So here I am. I hoping things will work out better for me; I’m kinda young to need a second chance in life already, but there you go. Aunt Bella (short for Arabella) took me in, so for now, at least, I have a room and a place to crash. Mom and Dad visited my aunt recently. I don’t know what’s worse being told I’m a ‘freak and a monster’ or that as far as they were concerned ‘we don’t have a daughter any more, and I was as good as dead’ to them.
I enjoy: Cricket, for starters, I was on the school team before everything went south on me, and I’m a really good batsman. I also like Football, and usually play a Forward. When sides get chosen up for Football in gym class I’m usually one of the first picked by the captains.
I really like rock music, anything from the nineties onward, like Dave Matthews, Queensrych, Nirvana, Goo Goo Dolls, you get the picture, and I don’t go anywhere without my music.
I also enjoy stuff like the ‘Hunger Games’, ‘Divergent’, ‘Mortal Instruments’, and those sorts of books. Science fiction, fantasy, that sort of thing. By the way, Martin finally released a new ‘Game of Thrones’ novel. Isn’t that cool?
I liked the History and Literature classes at my old school, and Social Studies were interesting. Of course there’s Gym and Lunch, as long as the first one doesn’t follow the second.
Just recently, I learned how to fly a broom. It’s bloody awesome; it’s like riding a speeder bike from the ‘Star Wars’ movies, only it’s real. My aunt tells me I’m a natural at it, and I should try out for Quidditch the first chance I get.
I despise: I really don’t like bullies; somebody messes with one of my friends, they’re going to have a problem with me. That might not end well, for either of us.
I also don’t like fighting. Dad put me through those martial arts classes after a girl in our neighborhood got ... um, well let’s not get into that, so I can take care of myself. I can hit, and hit pretty hard, but that doesn’t mean I want to; so if I’m pushed into a dust-up, well … now, I’ve got two reasons to be upset with somebody.
Girl drama, Yikes. I’m sorry, anybody whom claims she can’t go on living without some boy needs to learn to stand up on her own. Don’t even get me started on the squabbles between girls. It’s all fun and games until the claws come out, I guess.
My least favourite subject at Hogwarts is Potions, not that Transfigurations is any fun either.
I’m also not happy my laptop doesn’t work in this place, and I have to handwrite everything. All of a sudden I’ve stepped into the Dark Ages.
I'm afraid of: One of these days I’ll have one of my accidents, and really screw somebody up,bad. Not like it hasn’t happened already.
My strengths are: I’m really good at flying a broom, and I don’t miss much. I’m pretty good at spotting things others don’t catch.
My flaws are: Well, there’s the big one, my magic doesn’t know when to settle down, and nobody seems to know why yet. However, when it hits, it hits hard . I’m also not real good at lying; I’ve tried and failed at it often enough. Nowadays, I just don’t see the point in bothering, it’s not like they won’t figure it out anyway.
I look like: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v190/charbonne/Danica_Stewart.jpg
My wand is: Eleven inches long, oak with dragon heartstrings. Several wands blew up in my hands until I found one strong enough to maybe survive.
My pet is a: cat, the puffy orange Persian whose with me. Her name’s Sassafras, but I usually call her ‘Sassy’. The lady at the pet shop in Diagon Alley tells me she’s Half-Neasle, whatever a Neasle is.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Danica has been studying French on the side, during the school year, in order to better understand her Potions teacher should she lapse into her mother tongue. At this point, Dani has knowledge of the bare rudiments of the language, including some basic grammer and knowledge of some commonly used words and phrases.
Danica was put together in case Selina proves too problematic to make it through the vetting process (which proved to be correct).
My OWLs scores are:
Astronomy ~ O
Charms ~ O
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O
Herbology ~ O
History of Magic ~ O
Potions ~ O
Transfiguration ~ O
Cursebreaking ~ EE
Healing Class ~ O
Wizard Law ~ O
My NEWTs Scores Are:
Astronomy ~ O
Charms ~ O
Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O
Herbology ~ EE
History of Magic ~ O
Potions ~ O
Transfiguration ~ O
Cursebreaking ~ O
Healing ~ O
Wizard Law ~ O
~ ♥ Cara ɱк
~Utsuha [7/24/15]
~ Accepted by ♥ Cara ɱк [11.5.2014]
- Updates Accepted by Weasley 4/11/15
