Post by Rose Weasley on Oct 13, 2009 19:34:31 GMT -5
[/li][li] danger> Rose Nymphadora Weasley <
"Eat your heart out."
>> Basic Information !Name: Rose Nymphadora Weasley
Nicknames: Rosie, Weaslette, Weasley, Rosie-Posie, Frizz, Red.
Gender: Female
Birthday: October 12th, 2005
Age: Sweet Seventeen
Blood Status: Halfblood
Sexual Orientation: Straight ( but yeah, she does stuff when she's drunk)
Canon/Original: canon
Occupation:here
>> Appearance !Hair: red, often frizzy and uncooperative.
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'7
Weight: 114
Body type: petite.
Distinct features: freckles.
Celebrity Face: Natalya Piro
>> Personality !Likes:
[/li][li] pranks
[/li][li] flowers
[/li][li] picnics
[/li][li] parties
[/li][li] fire whiskey
[/li][li] schoolwork
[/li][li] reading
[/li][li] living on the edge
[/li][li] naps
[/li][li] transfiguration
[/li][li] citrus fruit
[/li][li] hard candy
[/li][li] quilts
[/li][li] boys
[/li][li] quidditch
[/li][li] kettle corn
[/li][li] fire
Dislikes:
feeling confined
being underestimated
spiders
hangovers
killjoys
goody two shoes
being replaced
authority
Strengths: booksmarts,
persuasive,
good at putting on a false act
Weaknesses: firewhiskey,
attractive people,
fire.
Habits: excessive studying,
reading and walking at the same time,
drinking excessively when she's upset.
randomly flirts with whoever
automatically rebels against authority
Secrets:
*) can't stand most of her family
*) is still a virgin
Boggart: giant spiders
Patronus: getting her hogwarts letter
Mirror of Erised:getting an award or somewhat.[/blockquote]
>> Background[/b][/color] !
Parents: Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger
Siblings: Hugo Weasley, sixteen, gryffindor.
Extended Family:
James Sirius Potter
Lily Luna Potter
Albus Severus Potter
Lucy Weasley
Molly Weasley
Chase Weasley
Dominique Weasley
Fred Weasley II
Victoire Weasley
Pets: Aristotle, a grey owl.
Biography:The first born child to Ron and Hermione Weasley was a little girl. She'd come a few weeks early, and was smaller than expected. They named her Rose, and she was a little bundle of joy with her freckled cheeks, delightful giggle, and bright blue eyes. Within the next year, she'd gotten a little brother by the name of Hugo. Even at a young age she clinged to his side making sure he stayed safe. She felt responsible for him and even she was scolded at a young age when he got himself into trouble. In some ways, she hated having a little brother. He was stinky, little, and he always broke her toys, but she loved him, and she would always take care of him. And she still does, even though now he's a lot more protective of her. As a young child, Rose was always curious. She would rush around and look at bugs with a maginifying glass, or examine the petals of a flower. She got so fascinated in everything, and began learning new things, and that was probably the start of her academic success.
She recieved her Hogwarts letter at the young age of ten. She was so excited to go. She would be attending the same year as her cousin James, whom she got along with fairly well. Rose even dressed up in the school uniform before she was even on the train. She waved goodbye to Hugo, Albus, and Lily and boarded the scarlet Hogwarts Express. She sat by James, and family friend, Alice Longbottom. She was a nervous wreck on her way up to be sorted, after all, it was pretty much implied by her father that if she didn't make Gryffindor there would be a lot of talking about her morals and other such things. When she was sorted she was a bit in shock.
Rose learned to like her house and developed a delightful rebellion to most authority. Yes, she completed her schoolwork, but it wasn't like she was flawless. She'd gotten into a little bit of trouble, she wasn't a saint. Besides, she found great joy in practical jokes and picking on the younger students. But she wasn't a bad kid, well, not really anyway. She was good enough to grab a spot on the quidditch team third year, and a prefect position in her fifth, and not managingi to get quite enough disiplinary actions to get it all taken away from her. Though she had developed a secret taste for firewhiskey, and wasn't the nicest of people. After all, she didn't really respect her authority figures, and now even her parents weren't exempt. She thought they were mostly talk and no action. Rose also took a liking to boys, and made it obvious, making it obvious that she would always get what she wanted. In her Seventh Year, she managed the position of head girl. Though it was her dream starting school, it wasn't as big of a deal to her now as she thought it would have been.
(if the head/quidditch bits don't fit in later, i'll change it around.)
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name: Leah
Age: fourteen
Gender: female
Experience: five years
Why you joined:here
Have you read the rules?: yeah
Secret word from the rules: ADMIN EDIT
Anything else: nope.
RP Sample:
Rose was quite fond of the color she received, which was lacking any sort of color at all. Most people were dressed in bright colors, or pastels, or something of that sort. The whole lot of them were simply elated to be going to the ball. She was most certainly not. Whoever her date wasn’t going to be thrilled to get the killjoy and prudish prefect that was, Rose Weasley. And why should she have to ruin their lovely evening with her presence? If this wasn’t a required event, she’d probably be up in the library studying or something. She probably looked like a midget in flats, seeing as she stood at a grand height of only five feet, four and a half inches on the dot. That was why she decided to stop being a keeper, because it was difficult to block the quaffle when one was so small, and it would have been more physically demanding than someone who was say, six feet tall? Besides, she wouldn’t want anyone to think James was bias for putting her on the team yet again. Anton was a better keeper than she had been, by far, and it was a miracle she’d ever made the team in the first place. She was a stickler for the rules, so being a prefect was better for her anyway. Rose would end up prioritizing it ahead of quidditch, and she didn’t think she should bring the team down in that way.
Many thoughts happened to float through fifteen year old Rose Weasley's head and only one of them happened to be pleasant. And that was the thought that there was the chance, how ever small, that she'd get Albus or Brady, or someone else as her partner; Someone who she could just talk to, and not want to hex into next Saturday. But of course McGonagall felt the need to spite her. That's what Rose had convinced herself of. That headmistress enjoyed handing out the plague of misfortune. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that she picked the pairs, and what else was the excuse for pairing her with Scorpius Malfoy? It was someone she so obviously loathed. She couldn't stand the bloody ponce, nor could she tolerate his jumping from bed to bed with girls. She had recently discovered that he also smoked gillyweed. Bloody Hell, Scorpius. Who smokes gillyweed? She could go on and on listing the reasons why she completely resented the Malfoy boy, and she often did. But right now, it didn't do her any good to complain. She was stuck with him for the night, and she had to dance with him. The waltz and other such dances, no doubt. If there was one thing Rose hated, it was the waltz. Well, that was a bit of an understatement. Rose hated many things, among them were dancing, dresses, being wrong, and at the top of the list was undoubtedly Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Who just happened to have to waltz with her, while she was in a dress even! Ugh…it was almost to much to even be tolerated. Each little thing the boy did seemed to irritate her to no end, even just simple things. She couldn’t really figure out why, but in her mind she didn’t really need a reason. It was just that every time her thoughts changed to Scorpius she got this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she could only interpret it as one thing; simple and utter loathing.
She took in a deep breath and did her best to make the disgusted look upon her face into neutral indifference, for the benefit of the teachers standing at the door. However, this didn’t really work out to well, seeing as she wasn’t the slightest bit pleased with this arrangement. It was going to be a long night. Teachers in dress robes were standing everywhere, making sure no mischief occurred. This didn’t work to Rose’s benefit. You see, as a prefect, she was supposed to set a good example for all of the other students. And yelling out a bunch of curse words (which she felt so inclined to do) at your date was certainly not a good example. McGonagall flashed her a look across the room, which would have been interpreted to anyone else as just a friendly professor to student smile, which didn’t really seem to be directed at anyone in particular. But Rose knew what she meant by it. It meant that she’d better behave herself, or else. Or else she’d never be head girl. Or else she’d get her prefect’s badge taken away. Or else she’d get…detention. She shuddered at the thought of her scrubbing trophies until the early hours of the morning with Filch and his cat watching, both with beady eyes. The consequences would not be fun. She had to get along with Malfoy tonight, at any cost. Rose waited, he was walking toward her. In what she anticipated would have been twice as long as if she was doing the walking. Why did she have to be so short? Why did he have to be so bloody tall? She nearly wanted to slap him when he’d said she’d looked beautiful. Really, his charm had never worked before, and why should tonight be any different? But he really sounded sincere about it, and there was just something about his eyes… She shook herself mentally. He really had been perfecting this act of his, and it had almost worked on her. But not today, not ever would she fall for it. After all, the bet was still on, and in a few days, it would all be over and he’d act the same way he used to. He’d kissed her hand, and she’d pulled it away as soon as he’d dropped it, holding it at her side. This was the moment where she’d usually say something to the effect of ’Thank you Malfoy, now excuse me while I go and vomit’ But she couldn’t. And she wouldn’t. After all, that old bat McGonagall was watching her every move.
”Really, Malfoy? I hadn’t noticed.” she retorted, her words laced with the familiar sarcasm that tasted so sweet against her lips. Somehow it tasted even sweeter in the presence of her most hated rival. She took his arm begrudgingly, and wondered to herself what awful thing she’d done to deserve this. Not that she believed in karma or anything like that. Rose let out another sigh, as she did so. “Don’t have much of a choice in that matter, do I?” She mumbled, as they began the short walk to the great hall. Well, it should have been short, but it seemed like hours as they walked. She could practically feel about fifty pairs of eyes following their movement, and really, she couldn’t be too spiteful. After all, what were the odds of this happening. A Malfoy and A Weasley, paired together? Especially Rose Weasley.
She was almost tempted to say Take a picture, it’ll last longer, but she was afraid some people might lack the common sense enough to tell that she was joking. She could practically hear Thomas laughing from across the hall, though it could have been her imagination. Either way, she was going to kill him. The beginning of a long night…oh how her father was going to have a fit when he found out about this…
Many thoughts happened to float through fifteen year old Rose Weasley's head and only one of them happened to be pleasant. And that was the thought that there was the chance, how ever small, that she'd get Albus or Brady, or someone else as her partner; Someone who she could just talk to, and not want to hex into next Saturday. But of course McGonagall felt the need to spite her. That's what Rose had convinced herself of. That headmistress enjoyed handing out the plague of misfortune. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that she picked the pairs, and what else was the excuse for pairing her with Scorpius Malfoy? It was someone she so obviously loathed. She couldn't stand the bloody ponce, nor could she tolerate his jumping from bed to bed with girls. She had recently discovered that he also smoked gillyweed. Bloody Hell, Scorpius. Who smokes gillyweed? She could go on and on listing the reasons why she completely resented the Malfoy boy, and she often did. But right now, it didn't do her any good to complain. She was stuck with him for the night, and she had to dance with him. The waltz and other such dances, no doubt. If there was one thing Rose hated, it was the waltz. Well, that was a bit of an understatement. Rose hated many things, among them were dancing, dresses, being wrong, and at the top of the list was undoubtedly Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Who just happened to have to waltz with her, while she was in a dress even! Ugh…it was almost to much to even be tolerated. Each little thing the boy did seemed to irritate her to no end, even just simple things. She couldn’t really figure out why, but in her mind she didn’t really need a reason. It was just that every time her thoughts changed to Scorpius she got this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she could only interpret it as one thing; simple and utter loathing.
She took in a deep breath and did her best to make the disgusted look upon her face into neutral indifference, for the benefit of the teachers standing at the door. However, this didn’t really work out to well, seeing as she wasn’t the slightest bit pleased with this arrangement. It was going to be a long night. Teachers in dress robes were standing everywhere, making sure no mischief occurred. This didn’t work to Rose’s benefit. You see, as a prefect, she was supposed to set a good example for all of the other students. And yelling out a bunch of curse words (which she felt so inclined to do) at your date was certainly not a good example. McGonagall flashed her a look across the room, which would have been interpreted to anyone else as just a friendly professor to student smile, which didn’t really seem to be directed at anyone in particular. But Rose knew what she meant by it. It meant that she’d better behave herself, or else. Or else she’d never be head girl. Or else she’d get her prefect’s badge taken away. Or else she’d get…detention. She shuddered at the thought of her scrubbing trophies until the early hours of the morning with Filch and his cat watching, both with beady eyes. The consequences would not be fun. She had to get along with Malfoy tonight, at any cost. Rose waited, he was walking toward her. In what she anticipated would have been twice as long as if she was doing the walking. Why did she have to be so short? Why did he have to be so bloody tall? She nearly wanted to slap him when he’d said she’d looked beautiful. Really, his charm had never worked before, and why should tonight be any different? But he really sounded sincere about it, and there was just something about his eyes… She shook herself mentally. He really had been perfecting this act of his, and it had almost worked on her. But not today, not ever would she fall for it. After all, the bet was still on, and in a few days, it would all be over and he’d act the same way he used to. He’d kissed her hand, and she’d pulled it away as soon as he’d dropped it, holding it at her side. This was the moment where she’d usually say something to the effect of ’Thank you Malfoy, now excuse me while I go and vomit’ But she couldn’t. And she wouldn’t. After all, that old bat McGonagall was watching her every move.
”Really, Malfoy? I hadn’t noticed.” she retorted, her words laced with the familiar sarcasm that tasted so sweet against her lips. Somehow it tasted even sweeter in the presence of her most hated rival. She took his arm begrudgingly, and wondered to herself what awful thing she’d done to deserve this. Not that she believed in karma or anything like that. Rose let out another sigh, as she did so. “Don’t have much of a choice in that matter, do I?” She mumbled, as they began the short walk to the great hall. Well, it should have been short, but it seemed like hours as they walked. She could practically feel about fifty pairs of eyes following their movement, and really, she couldn’t be too spiteful. After all, what were the odds of this happening. A Malfoy and A Weasley, paired together? Especially Rose Weasley.
She was almost tempted to say Take a picture, it’ll last longer, but she was afraid some people might lack the common sense enough to tell that she was joking. She could practically hear Thomas laughing from across the hall, though it could have been her imagination. Either way, she was going to kill him. The beginning of a long night…oh how her father was going to have a fit when he found out about this…
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