Basic Information:
Nicknames: Well, ‘Rey’, of course, but that all started when my mother dressed me up as a ‘Star Wars’ character when I was like three years old, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it's what I go by now, there's nobody whose still alive who would call me by my actual name.
Age: Fourteen
Birthday: October 13th, 2050
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Wand: Eleven inches long, Ivy wood with Unicorn mane core, flexible with silver etchings of ivy leaves. Fortes are Charms, Healing and Protection spells
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: I like guys
Face Claim: Francesca Capaldi
School and Career:
Attending: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Fourth
Best Lessons:
■ History of Magic
■ Charms
■ Potions
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts (Protection spells specifically)
Worst Lessons:
■ Transfigurations
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts (Hexes and curses specifically)
■ Astronomy
Electives Taken: Alchemy, Art, Ghost and Ghoul Studies, Healing Arts, Wizard Law
Clubs:
■ Hufflepuff Quidditch Team (1st, 2nd & 3rd Years: Reserve Keeper)
■ Culinary Club
■ Art Club
■ Literary Club
OWL Scores:
■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X
NEWT Scores:
■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X
Current Employment: Um, I’m a student at a school for the magically endowed, and somehow I qualified
Dream Job: Job? I’m looking towards being somebody who helps other kids with their psychological issues
Personality:
■ Loyal- Because the people in my life have a habit of going away, I really hang on to the friends I have, and whatever family I might have at any given time.
■ Compassionate- I’m one who tries to see things from as many viewpoints as possible, and try to be mindful of everyone’s feelings. I’m willing to give others the benefit of the doubt before judging their words or their actions
■ Long Fuse- Because of the fact I tend to view things from differing viewpoints, it's hard for me to get angry and stay angry.
■ Stubborn- But don’t take that as license to think I’m a pushover. When I have an opinion or take a side in things, that’s bloody well it.
■ Cynic- Dunno if that’s too strong a word, but being on my third set of parents, I’ve learned to expect little reminders from the world of how much it sucks. Things break and people die, it’s the way of the world, I guess.
■ Sharp- I’ve got a good memory, maybe too good, because I remember things I’d rather forget
Likes:
■ Pretty clothes. I’m not one for dark colours, I like pastels and flowery stuff
■ Playing on the beach with my friends, and Tremore as a beach.
■ Warm bread pudding with vanilla ice cream on the side. I don’t ask for much
■ Having music playing when I sleep. It helps keep the nightmares away
■ Cats, but dogs are okay too
■ Being able to sleep the night through without nightmares. Doesn't sound like much, but those nights are few and far between for me, though it is getting better.
Dislikes:
■ Curries. Indian food is just too spicy for me
■ Can’t sleep without having a window open
■ People yelling and carrying on and bothering me when I’m trying to read. Actually, just loud noise in general, as it's so hard to concentrate sometimes.
■ Crowds. It’s just too…peoplely out there
■ Vegetables (Potatoes and carrots are fine, but I won't touch cooked broccoli)
■ My PTSD episodes. I get flashbacks about the fire, and my foster father getting shot, and they show up wherever they want, it seems. I also see large black dogs in my dreams...
Hobbies:
■ Collecting and reading books
■ Drawing and painting
■ Cooking (it's my chore at home, so…)
Strengths:
■ No matter what, I will somehow make it, I’m a survivor
■ I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet and solving puzzles
Weaknesses:
■ Its hard for me to quick decisions
■ I’m always expecting things to go all pear-shaped
■ I have issues trying to focus; it's like the whole world goes all fuzzy sometimes, and there's too much noise.
Fears:
■ Being abandoned
■ Fires (the smell of burnt insulation will have me panicking)
Patronus:
Happy Memory to Summon Patronus:
Special Abilities:
Animagus Form:
Apparation Status:
Flying Certification: Yes
Languages:
■ English (Native)
■ Irish Gaelic (Native)
■ Latin (taught at school. Can read it way better than I can pronounce it)
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History:
Childhood: Racheal was born in Dublin, Ireland on October 13th, 2050, at the Dublin University Hospital. Born to parents, Ross and Seffa Greene, Racheal had a loving family, but it didn’t last long. When she was three years old, she and her parents were involved in a deadly multi-car weather-related accident on the highway. While Racheal, safely ensconced in her car seat, was pulled from the wreckage of the car by the firemen with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises to show for what she’d been through, both of her parents were among the dead.
The child was placed in the foster care system, as her parents hadn’t any relations willing or able to care for her. Fortune favoured the little red-haired girl, as she was soon adopted by Carter and Layla Ross, who were looking to adopt a child, as they were unable to have a child of their own by natural means. Racheal moved from the Dublin foster care facility and was soon living with her parents in Tramore, which is not far from the county seat of Waterford.
School Years: Racheal attended a public preschool and primary school in Waterford, up until the age of eight. During this time, she was adopted by a stray cat who she named Rosie, and she brought it home. After much begging and pleading she was allowed to keep her new friend, and this proved to be a good thing. One night the house the Rosses lived in suffered an electrical fire, and the cat licked the girl’s nose to wake her up, as she would have perished from smoke inhalation. While Racheal and Rosie escaped the house unscathed, her parents did not.
By this point, Racheal believed she’d be stuck in the foster care system until she was an adult, and she wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to get adopted again anyway, given her luck with families. One thing was sure, though, she refused to be parted with Rosie, as she knew the miniature bobcat saved her life, so any prospective families had to understand they were a package deal. Shortly before her ninth birthday, she was adopted into the Kinkade family, where she not only had parents, but an older brother and sister. Not long afterwards, she had a baby brother.
Several odds things happened as Racheal turned ten. Weird and terrible things started happening around her, like having clusters of fireflies buzzing around that only she and Rosie could see or having a beaker at school spontaneously explode when another girl was being mean to her. Her dad, Cameron Kinkade, was murdered by a man robbing the grocery store he was in, while she was a couple aisles over looking at the sweets. Seeing the man who killed her father, she spat a curse at him as he was taken away by the police. He was found dead in his cell the next morning, his face frozen in a wide-eyed mask of terror.
With her foster father dead, her foster mother moved in with her mother, who lived in Waterford proper, to create a joined household, and provide some stability for the family. One day, after school she asked a friend, Finneas MacDavis-Grey to walk with her, as she was nervous about leaving by herself. The two of them were set upon a gang of older boys, boys who didn’t belong in the nice part of Waterford the school they attended was in. It was clear to her these boys planned to rob and maybe kill both of them for the pocket change they had on them.
A couple of them pulled out knives and were laughing at both of the kids. Finn put himself in front of Racheal, and just before the girl figured they were about to die, something else intervened. A large shaggy dog was suddenly there, and Racheal knew it wasn’t there the moment previously. One of the boys took a swipe at the dog with his knife, and…
Much past that, Racheal and Finn were running for their lives, and they didn’t stop until they got to her grandmother’s house. It wasn’t long after that when Racheal was visited by men in long coats, and that’s when things got weirder still. Finn was being homeschooled, and while something happened at the park, she and Finn were nowhere near to see anything. Except, she knew it was all a lie, even if she couldn’t recollect what took place, and she had nightmares about large black dogs as fragments of memory slowly reasserted themselves.
At the end of the next summer, Finn was attending some boarding school in England, the same one many of the Greys attended, or so she was told, including his cousin, Linsey Grey-Cavendish.
The Sorting Hat:
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
How I do this all is my concern,
New to you will make you learn!
You can be whatever you choose,
But if family's what you're after,
Then there's really no other choice!
HUFFLEPUFF!
How I do this all is my concern,
New to you will make you learn!
You can be whatever you choose,
But if family's what you're after,
Then there's really no other choice!
HUFFLEPUFF!
First Year: My career at school started with getting to the train station, and after passing through the magical barrier I suddenly got separated from the Greys in a crowd of people, and there was so much noise that I got overwhelmed like I tend to do. Thankfully, Miss Nora found me, or I don't know what I would have done, and she made sure I was reunited with Finn, and we boarded the train together. Don't recall much about the ride north, as much past having lunch with the Greys I passed out on a seat didn't wake up much before arriving in Hogsmeade.
At the station I saw students mounting up in carriages pulled by these skeletal horse-things, and i would have run, had Linsey not been there to guide over to where I needed to be. Linsey was there when I needed her to be all year long, joking about being 'den mother' to Ella, Finn, Serghei, and a revolving group of students who'd show up when she made dinner in the Student Kitchens, and she invited me to be in her group. I crossed the Black Lake and got to see the castle at night; it was like something out of a dream. Once we got up into the castle, I got Sorted into Hufflepuff.
Hufflepuff's the House Ella is in, so at least I knew there was somebody I knew I could hang with. Unfortunately, their Common Room and dormitories are underground, and while comfortable and more spacious than I could hope for, there was no fresh air, no window to escape through should the castle burn down. I can barely sleep most nights, and I have dreams about fires sweeping through the dorms on a regular basis. When I can't sleep in my bed, I've found places in the Common Room I can curl up in with Rosie where I'm out of everybody's way.
I had the chance to learn how to play Quidditch, the game Wizards and such play, and Finn and Linsey were coaching me so I could make the Reserves on the Hufflepuff team as a Keeper, which is like a goalie in football. I also joined the Art Club and Culinary Club. During the latter I met up with Hesperia, who liked the spaghetti I made. Are fangs normal in Wizard circles? Hes has fangs, so I have to wonder.
At Christmas I found out the Heulwens were planning to adopt me, which I was thrilled to find out. Having been adopted twice already, I was afraid there was no third chances at a family. I'm damaged goods, and I know it, but they're taking Rosie and me in. I just hope nothing awful happens to them as a result of it. The end of the year was dominated by the Carnivale Linsey was chairing. I helped out as much as I could with the Culinary and Art Clubs exhibitions, but to be honest, it all got to be too much for me, and I kinda shutdown at times during the weekend.
The last night at the castle, somebody set fire to the Gryffindor Common Room, and while I didn't find out about that until the next morning, I still had one of my nightmares anyway. However, upon getting to the station, my new family was there with hugs and signs welcoming me. I was also promised that my room has two great big windows that can be opened. Maybe tonight I can sleep without having nightmares...
Second Year: I have a home now with a huge family, and I'm still having trouble figuring out how I'm related to whom. Not long after finding this out we were going on a vacation, to Disneyland, all the way out in California. Aside from going to school I'd never left Ireland before, and now I'm going to the far side of the world. The place was amazing, and crowded and hot and overwhelming, but it was fun. Picked up the pieces I needed for the Halloween party later during the school year; in essence, I'm going as myself, as in Rey from the 'Star Wars' movies. Not exactly original, but whatever. Also got other things like shirts and the iconic mouse ear hat.
Since there were so many of my new family involved in Quidditch, I was training with them when we got back from California. Sadly, parked behind Emily as Hufflepuff Keeper on the depth chart, short of her falling ill, I won't start a game until Seventh Year unless I switch positions. Got to train along with Seb and Finn who both desperately needed boosts to their confidence as they had won a match during their time at Hogwarts.
Getting back to school, it was weird seeing Linsey saying farewell to Finn and Ella and staying behind, rather than going with them. It was equally odd not having her helm the Culinary and Art Clubs, and I felt guilty for not bringing snacks or a bread pudding to the Art Club opening. It's not like Alice and Lewis were doing a bad job, they were doing fine; I guess it's asking a lot to follow on after the previous Captain. On the subject of 'following on', the staff decided on a big Halloween party this year rather than an over-the-top three-day Carnivale, which was why I had my costume already as the supplies list came with the announcement. Finn escourted me to the party dressed like someone out of Irish history. I also joined the Hogwarts Literary Club, founded this year by Alice and Ella, as I like to read, and it seemed like fun reading and discussing what we read afterwards.
I got to go home for Christmas. Doesn't sound like much, and for most of my Housemates this was a normal thing barely worth the mention, but not for me. It's taking time, and therapy to get me to not expect disaster at any given bit of normalcy or good fortune. Later on in the school year, I got to play Keeper in a school-wide pickup Quidditch match and got more stops in that match than poor Finn had in his career with the Lions and then got to start in goals in our last match of the season when Emily went down ill. We didn't win the Cup, but at least we weren't swept like the Lions were.
Summer is coming, and I hear we're vacationing at a beach house. I like playing on the beach...
Third Year: But not that beach, at least not right now, not knowing my previous family is living a matter of miles away, oblivious to my being there, as well as the fact that I ever existed. I wanted to have fun, but it was so painful to be there, not knowing if they were okay, or maybe better off without me; after all they have one less mouth to feed now. There's also the fact that I'm just broken, damaged goods. Holly's situation stuck in my mind most of all, and I hoped her grandma was taking care of her. Nora assured me she would check up on them. I wanted to have fun like everybody else; why is it so hard?
Over the summer, aside from the family vacation, I was trying to learn a new position in Quidditch, so that maybe I'd have a chance to play in a match aside from the yearly scrimmage game, before Sixth or Seventh Year. Well, it didn't go so well, as my hand-eye coordination isn't so good, which was why I was always picked last to play kickball at school. After ending up needing bones set a couple times, I gave up on my efforts and resigned myself to the fact that I would be Emily's backup for the duration.
Aside from my frustrations at Quidditch, Lewis was launching his student-led Talent Showcase as a culmination, and I going to be a part of it. Not wanting to disappoint my new family, I had a display of my artwork, and I made a bunch of baked goods to contribute to the display. It's going to be sad to see Lewis graduate, as I don't know who will run the Art Club when he's gone, and his presence is comforting to me. Reminds me of when Linsey graduated school and passed her clubs off to Lewis and Alice.
While I am doing well in my classes, I didn't do so well when we had the 'boggart class'. The professor opened the box, and there I was on the floor of the pharmacy again with my foster father dying in my arms, I'm covered in his blood and the man who killed him is laughing at me, and everybody else ignoring me while I'm begging for help. It was as though I didn't exist, and then I was literally falling into pieces on the floor. I couldn't do anything to stop the boggart, and the professor had to save me, right there in front of the entire class. If they didn't know I was damaged before, everyone does now.
With school over, I learned we are going to Disneyland (World? I can't keep them straight) to celebrate the graduations. I hope I can have fun on this vacation.
Fourth Year:
Fifth Year:
Sixth Year:
Seventh Year:
Postgraduation:
Relationships:
Family: Ross Greene (birth father, deceased), Seffa Greene (birth mother, deceased), Carter Ross (foster father, deceased), Layla Ross (foster mother, deceased), Cameron Kinkade (foster father, deceased), Saoirse Davin (former foster maternal grandmother), Callie Davin-Kinkade (former foster mother), Holly Kinkade (former foster younger sister), Zac Kinkade (former foster older brother}, Ben (former foster older brother)
Laili and Nani Heulwen (adopted parents), Meallan Heulwen (adopted brother), Bryn Heulwen (adopted younger brother), Wyatt and Milo Abrams, Aeron and Nora Heulwen (adopted grandparents), Lewis, Rosa, & Wendel Abrams (Cousins), Maxwell & Phoenix Heulwen (Uncles), Driskol 'Dris' Abrams (Uncle), Magdelena 'Puck' Abrams (Aunt)
Friends: Kids at her primary school, kids whose families attend the church in Tramore (except they may have been mindwiped by the Ministry. Not sure, and I'm afraid to find out), Finneas MacDavis-Grey, Linsey Grey-Cavendish, members of the Art and Culinary Clubs, Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Hesperia Arglyis
Best Friend: Finneas MacDavis-Grey
Romantic Interest: Uh, yeah, right, next question, please
Enemies: Nobody, I hope
Pets: Rosie, my cat. She found me one day, out in the park, and I brought her home with me. She looks like a miniature bobcat, and I’ve been told she’s half-Kneazle, whatever that means. Don’t know about any of that, I just know she saved my life, and I’m not going anywhere unless I know she’s coming with me.
As a note, Rey has a much-repaired stuffed toy cat that she hangs onto. It's one of the few things she has from her original parents, and she treasures it greatly.
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