Post by coraline rin fitzpatrick. on Oct 28, 2009 15:53:48 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
stranger, well its nice to meet you sir. i guess i'll go.[/color][/font][/center]
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]"Oh, hi there! I'm Coraline Rin Fitzpatrick. Awesome name, I know! Anyway, Coraline means a type of algae, rock, or sponge that resembles coral. Which is.. weird. But, coral is really pretty, so I'll just assume that means I'm pretty, like a coral reef. Rin means dignified, severe, cold. I'm none of those things, well maybe I am dignified, but that doesn't really count. I just suppose my parents didn't know what the name meant when they gave it to me. It sounds really good between Coraline and Fitzpatrick though. So, I still like it. Fitzpatrick means the son of Patrick. My father's name wasn't Patrick, nor was my grandfather's. Maybe one of my great-great-great-great-great....great-great ancestors was a Patrick? That would make sense then. Anyway, Fitzpatrick has been in my family for a very long time. It's Irish! Isn't that neat? It makes sense because my family was originally from Ireland."
"Oh? You want to call me by a nickname? Cool deal! Well, a few common ones are Cor, Corey, Coral, Fitz and Fitzpatrick. Of course there are a few others that mean people like to call me, but I won't get into that. Cor is just the first three letters and the first syllable of my name, so it's a pretty common name for all the lazy people out there. Corey is just like my first nickname, but with -ey added to it. I do suppose it's a guy name, but it's still pretty cute and common. Coral is the meaning of my full name, and the first five letters of my name, it's also the first two syllables. I like it, it sounds pretty and reminds me of coral reefs. So beautiful. Fitz is the first part of my last name, some people think it's cute to drop the patrick part off. So, basically they are just calling me son. But, it's okay because it sounds pretty cool. And Fitzpatrick is just my last name and who doesn't get called my their last name these days?"
"My house, year, age and birthday? I'm in GRYFFINDOR! Home of the brave-hearted lions or something like that. I don't know why I'm in Gryffindor, I'm not all that brave or valiant, anything of the sort. But, the colors are pretty. Burgundy and gold, the burgundy kinda clashes with my hair, but it really doesn't matter to tell the truth. Even though green and silver go better with my hair, I'm glad I'm not in Slytherin. I don't think I could tough it out with all those.. meanies. I'm a fifth year! Only two more years left here, I sure will miss this place when I leave. I don't even know what I want to do after Hogwarts. My birthday is April 6th. Which is the day that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints believes Jesus was born. Silly people."
"Other good stuff! My wand is 9 inches, rosewood, unicorn hair. It's really pretty, I got it from Ollivander's. It does nice wand work. Swish and flick, swish and flick! I don't have a broom, nor do I play quidditch. I'm kind of.. accident prone. So I stay away from heights, especially while riding a broom. And I swing both ways! Just because everyone is so gosh darned beautiful. I mean seriously! And if I had to choose sides for any reason, like if someone was arguing over a piece of candy, or something more serious like... chocolate, then I would certainly choose the good side. The evil side is just... evil and mean."
"My boggart, dementor and patronous? You aren't planning on scaring me, are you? Good. My boggart is an elephant. It's just a huge animal. I'm afraid it could just... step on me and I'd be flattened. And where would that get me in life? No where, because I would be dead. Anyway, I know I shouldn't fear an elephant, because how is one going to get around here? But still! They are huge and scary. What if someone just decided to conjure up an elephant and let it run loose in the school? If you turned down the wrong hallway at the wrong time you could become part of the carpet. My worst memory was when we were at a fair. The whole family had split up, girls and boys. My littlest sister wanted to go see the clown, but my twin hated them and stayed with Mum. So I took the little one to get a balloon animal. But the park was crowded with people of all shapes and sizes. I was only ten at the time, so I could hardly see where I was going. Before I could realize it happened, her hand was gone from mine, and she was lost in the sea of people. I called for her until my voice was hoarse, but she was nowhere in sight. I searched everywhere for her, and eventually I found her, riding the Ferris wheel, a balloon dog clutched in her hands. She was fine, but I wouldn’t let go of her hand for the rest of the day. There was no way I was losing her again. The worst part was that feeling of dread that something had happened to her, something that was irreversible. Luckily nothing did, but I’ve been overprotective of her ever since. My patronous is a platypus. Yeah, it glides through the air. The only billed mammal. Isn't that neat-o? Anyway, the memory is from when we were living in Ireland. It was just a normal day, one of the only ones I remember. We were just running around in the field at the back of our house. It was fun, though that was before I knew about magic. So, just imagine how much better it could have been if I could have sprinkled the world with magic."
"My personality? Sure thing. Here it goes:"
Observant. Ever since she was about seven, Coraline has made a game about profiling people around her. Normal outfit, outrageous socks - secretly a goofball. She notices the little ticks people have, obsessively cleaning, needing everything to be perfectly organized, needing everything to be cluttered/a mess. She’ll even just sit on a random bench, or out on the lawns, and just watch people and what they do. It also helps her in her studies, allowing her to pay attention to detail helps her defeat any trick questions. Of course with observing people, she has categories of personalities she groups people into. Her categorizations are always correct, but that doesn’t matter because she only observes for the fun of it. Not to be correct about it.
Air-head. Well, she is actually really intelligent, but she just hides it well. So well that she can even fool herself at times. At times it seems like she isn’t paying any attention to anything that is going on, and she probably isn’t. Her head is filled with thought of happiness, unicorns, and flowers. But she manages to make good grades in her classes, somewhere between unicorns and the roses, information sinks into her head.
Brutally Honest. She doesn't really think that when she tells someone exactly what something is that it could hurt their feelings, even if it sounds mean. She wouldn't even realize that it sounded mean in the first place and would be confused is anyone got upset with her. She just isn't capable of lying, she doesn't really know how. Of course, she knows how to say a few little white lies, but nothing more than innocent lies. (Is there such a thing?)
Talkative. She enjoys talking, and can be a little annoying at times. She really doesn't try to be and she doesn't even realize she is being annoying. It just happens. She just rambles on and on and on. It's like a disease or something. Sometimes she will just randomly say whatever is on her mind without thinking about what is coming out.
Random. She doesn't really think about what she says half the time, so anything and everything comes out. "Did you ever notice that chocolate frogs only have one good hop in them?" Or something even more random than that is her usual icebreaker.
Caring. She does her best never to hurt anyone, even if she does so with his brutal honesty. She just is incapable of feeding people lies like candy. She does his best to make sure everyone is happy and if she can’t make them happy of her own accord she tends to try to get others to help her make the other happy.
Innocent. Well, she really isn't innocent as she does a lot of things most people wouldn't... if you know what I mean. But, she doesn't really think in those terms, that just happens. When she talks she doesn't think about how things sound and how they could be manipulated into something not-so-innocent.
"My family? Oh, they are amazing! My mom is so sweet, a... muggle, you would call her. In fact my whole family is comprised of muggles. Yep, I'm a muggleborn. Somebody has called me a mudblood before, but I don't know what it means. Anyways, My mom is one of the sweetest ladies you will ever meet. But she also has a fiery temper, they say all red heads have that. But, I don't, I guess I'm just too mellow. My dad is the same as my mum, sweet but has a fiery temper, and a bit of a drunkard too. People blame that on the irish heritage, but that's rubbish. He just likes to drink. He can handle it though. Emily is my twin sister, I really miss her. She is basically just like me in every way. We look exactly the same and act the same as well. The only difference is that I have magic and she doesn't. I wish she did though, then we could share the experience of Hogwarts together. I also have a little sister named Lizzy. She's an adorable little thing, only about seven now. But she has a loud mouth on her. She'll grow up to be independent."
"I was born in Dublin, Ireland. The capital of Ireland! It’s gorgeous and the people are beautiful. Well, the people are beautiful everywhere to be honest. There are only a few people I’ve met that aren’t pretty in any way. And that’s mostly just because their inner beauty doesn’t exist and they are just overall ugly people. Oh, how did I get off on that tangent? Hah.. Sorry. Anyway, Like I was saying. I was born in Dublin, Ireland on the early morning of April the 6th. My parents thought my sister and I were going to be born on April 1st, but haha, April fools! We weren’t. I suppose even when we were in the womb we were tricksters. It’s a hilarious story, really. I’ll have to tell you some other time.
Well, we were born with no problems. Except they didn’t know we were going to be twins. So, they had an emergency surgery, but it was just routine for twins. We were both really healthy babies and we came out kicking and screaming. My parents were ecstatic that instead of just one child, they now had two beautiful baby girls. They were even happier to know that we were both redheaded. Not that my dad was afraid my mom had been hanging around with the milkman, but that they just wanted red-haired babies really bad. Somebody had told them about recessive genes, but they were misinformed. No matter how it came out recessive red + recessive red always equals red. But I digress.
Just a couple years after my sister and I had grown out of our terrible twos (and they were terrible, we both were pranksters and ran all over the place) my mum and dad found out they were having another child. Lizzy wasn’t planned, but she was welcomed all the same. She obviously has red hair too. Her birth was a bit more complicated than mine and my sister’s was. Lizzy wanted to come much too early, not just 5 days but 5 weeks. After that scare, my mum managed to hold her in for two more weeks, so Lizzy was only three weeks premature. Sure, she was slightly underdeveloped, but she’s grown into it and is now perfectly healthy.
Anyway, years passed and my sister and I turned eleven. Right around that time I received a peculiar letter in the mail. My mum and dad thought it was a joke and my sister was a wee bit jealous, but after the letter was explained, we all understood. I was a witch. And not a creepy green witch with a point nose and warts, but a normal girl with magical powers. My sister was even more jealous, but she was excited also because soon I would be able to make things appear and disappear from thin air. And not those parlor tricks, but the real deal. Unfortunately, I can’t really do any magic until I’m seventeen. But I can get away with the occasional lumos or other simple spell.
My family then moved from Dublin to London, England, just so we could be closer to diagon alley and the like. My mum had always wanted to move to London, she had heard many fantastical stories about it from friends that had visited. I think she enjoys it, but my dad misses Dublin. He enjoys London too, though, I think he just has a mixture of emotions about the whole thing. Perhaps after I finish out my schooling here at Hogwarts, we will move back to Dublin. I really miss Dublin, much more than London. But, while I’m at Hogwarts I really don’t notice the difference. Hogwarts feels like home.
Well, my life at Hogwarts is actually pretty dull. But it’s still a home away from home. When I was sorted, there was a lot of deliberation between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I really think I am a better fit for Hufflepuff, but who knows? Maybe I have a bunch of bravery or something else that makes me better for Gryffindor. After all, the sorting hat knows best, right?"
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