Post by Lily Wolfsbane on Jun 13, 2012 1:24:51 GMT -5
Character
Ok before I even go on if anyone other than myself is reading this I will let you know now this journal is hexed enjoy….
I have never kept a journal before, never in my life have I felt the need to have one but well there is not much to do here at night so I’ve decided to do this to pass the time.
Before I was even born there was adventure in this world, action of wars no one but a select few knew about, even in the real world, wars, crime , senseless crime and despite al lathe bad , all the hate my mom and dad somehow found each other. My Mother was a student studying botany at the California polytechnic institute of san Luis Obispo , A woman who moved from the London Country side to the beach side town to study nothing more but my father who was studying criminal justice well the man had other plans and tough my mom more than once rejected this crazy American out of hand not wanting to get involved with someone she would have to leave .
Well one small crack and mom and dad became friends , than lovers (ew ) and finally at last he asked her to be his forever , Love is funny and well She agreed and started her life as a wife . the couple set up shop in a small town called Guadalupe a small cost city , daddy was a cop , mom studied the local plants and made homemade cures for those who would want them .
The years passed and the duo tried for a child and finally mom found herself preggers with me everything went well and whelp there I was. Childhood was normal by muggle standards , From the time she could move again by herself I went everywhere with her from the dunes to the forest we explored always seeking herbs or her favorite flower the Lily , Mom was a awesome teacher always talking to mini me about what this flower was or what this herb was good for . I am told that my first wolfs bane not my last name but the flower. Life was good than.
My youth passed in a eye honestly as I grew I found I loved being out side in the sun or even rain , indoors was to small ,stuffy the only salvation was the kitchen , it always smelled of drying herbs and bread , of flowers and daddy’s after shave . our kitchen was the meeting place , the family room , a hang out with its window seats and large island and near endless supply of butchers paper and color pencils , I remember doing homework on that island watching mom cook or daddy bake , and always there was music be it cd or record , or just the radio , we did not have a TV but we had a wonderful collection of music from all areas , from Elvis to the red hot chili peppers and for a time we had bread and music and a perfect family .
Like some sort of fairy tale my life was going to get a little dark, I hate talking about this but it has to come out. it was a Friday and near dusk , I was chasseing lady bugs , just being a child of 5 and heard the sound of glass on the floor running inside I saw mama on the ground some of daddy’s coworkers trying to confront her In all my young life I had never seen mama cry not once , not when she stepped on a rose thorn , or even cutting her hand , but she was sobbing and I was scared so I went over and hugged her I had to be strong for her but when she told me daddy had been killed …. I don’t know I don’t remember the rest of the day, my father was doing a normal traffic stop the man was armed and …. Like that a family was destroyed
The weeks after his death were a gray fog people coming and going I did not go back to school no one blamed me or mom really , My mom chose to leave California behind her , leave America and head home to the UK . I think I hated her for this leavening friends, leavening our garden and daddy behind , she wanted a fresh brake Looking back now I do not blame her now . We settled in Camden Town just outside of London a town of music and a place where free thinkers settled our home was smaller than the one in California but it had a backyard and we grew herbs and flowers to see in the open markets the town had.
It took years but mom slowly began to make a name for herself as a hedge witch mixing cures , and selling herbs , I became decent student , never to good or to bad but just enough to get by , I stayed away from other kids preferring my garden over them , I liked the kids but really I had no idea how to interact with people my own age , I was the girl who would read a book over playing , who like eating alone over sitting with friends because I am, fearful of saying the wrong thing . Life seemed to settle back into a normal grove until I turned 11…
I remember the day after my 11th birthday it was a Saturday and I was in the garden when my mom came out to fetch me all I wanted to do that day was use the new gardening tools mama had got for me , well I went inside and there was a woman sitting in our tine kitchen it’s hard to explain but she looked like a witch , like the ones from the books pointy hat and cloak but she was pretty and really young she fixed me with the kindest smile and stuck out her gloved hand for my dirt covered hand . we all sat and well she explained that I was a witch, a real honest to god witch and I was invited to go to a special school to learn real magic , frankly I thought it was a prank or some sort of special summer camp but this woman did real magic she turned a tea cup into a mouse and ok that was cool . She left us alone for a few hours so we could think and when everything was said and done it was agreed I would go to this Hogwarts place.
A few days later Mom and I hoped a train for London proper and met with the young witch at the station Mina was her name a pretty woman with a hug smile and a kind word for everyone , well our guide introduced us to the wonders of the Magical world … a bar really I thought this was going to be where she said gotcha ya but this magical bar that apparently other people could not see, any way I was nearly disappointed when she lead us out back to this brick wall and it opened to what I could only say was something out of a fairy tale people were flying , witches and wizards every where openly doing small magic’s that I am sure they took for granted . That day was my first taste of the world I hate to say I am beginning to take for granted myself. From my robes, to my wand we picked up everything we needed.
I will never forget Mr. Ollivanders Wand Shop. I did not know what to expect some people who helped us were nice some mean , but Mr. Ollivander was the kindest man I ever met he got down to my eye level and spoke just to me , he asked me how I was likening this world , and if I was overwhelmed yet . he ignored a pure blood for nearly a hour working on me the poor muggle who was in over her head , we tried wands so many different types finally my wand found my hand A Holly 17 Inches Phoenix feather core , since than she has become a part of my arm . My wand …
The rest of the summer passed by I must have read Hogwarts a history 100 times learning about the houses, the classes what was expected of me and the magic. finally the day came mom took me to the train station and there it was the big red train I hugged mom and like so many other first years I got on board towards my fate . Honestly the train ride was kinda boring I read a muggles guide to Hogwarts and tried my best not to let the fact I was scared show to the other kids. We got to the little village around dusk and were lead like so much calltle down to the docks and loaded into boats. no means of movement or drivers these thing lead us across the lake and there it was the castle , my new home for so many months it shone like a camp fire agenst the darkness and I believe I had pinch myself because I knew I was dreaming .
The boats docked we were lead into the hall to await sorting I was so nerves that I wanted to run and hide , what if they had made a mistake and I was not a witch after all , would they ask me to forget what I had seen ? one by one we were called and this sorted , one by one of the houses would welcome a new member finally my name was called the sorting hat placed on my head and my house was called….
Hmmm found memories
I have been in school for 4 years now. I have learned that I love DADA I have trained hard for years wanting to prove that a mud blood could be as good as any other kid , I am rather good at shield charms if I may say so myself . I am the quiet girl who likes to read, I am the girl who looks out for the first years leading them around no matter how lost I may get to. I have had 4 years worth of studying . I have had a few cringe worthy stories my first time flying I shoot up to high and fell nearly braking my neck In the process , kids laughed , and frankly after that I was Ms nerves , I hate flying I like my feet on the ground thank you very much .
I have learned so much and hope to learn more in the future…
Roleplay Sample:
As another day came to a close and classes let out for the weekend Lily found herself in her favorite place in all of Hogwarts , her garden her perfect little patch of green surrounded by her prized flowers from roses to her name sakes and everything in between , another Friday afternoon alone by choice today a few dorm mates had invited her down to Hogsmead for a butter beer but Lil had declined her plants needed watering and frankly she needed some time with her thoughts and with her babies .
It took her a moment to take off her robe and tie leavening her old trusty blue jeans and work boots underneath and her favorite old t-shirt with the cartoon mouse faded by too many days in the sun.
As she watered her beloved plants Lily began to allow herself to think about her upcoming summer plans she could either go home with mom or stay in school. She could go home back to her mom and laze about this summer before coming back to the dorms with more tales from the muggle side of things or she could acutely try to make friends and not be the tag along girl for once. Putting her watering can down Lily lay back on the grass watching the clouds move by, she would miss her mom but this was the right thing to do …
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