Post by Susan Isabella Bones on May 7, 2009 19:52:36 GMT 9.5
hey, susan isabella bones
what are you fighting for?
what are you fighting for?
help me out said the minnow to the trout
nick names»» sue, suzze, suzie
birthdate»» july fifth
age»» fifteen
gender»» female
sexuality»» straight
blood»» mixed
squib or magical»» magical
canon or original»» original
member group»» fifth
view on squibs»» for
voldemort or harry»» harry
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please, I know that we're different
school»» hogwarts
house»» hufflepuff
patronus»» happiest memory - IN DETAIL. flashback!
boggart»» the death eaters who killed her parents.
mirror of erised»» for her parents to come back to life.
amortentia»» 3+ smells that attract you
discovering magic»» two paragraphs+ about how they found out about magic. ( a paragraph is, like, eight-ten sentences, by the way. )
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we're not that different after all
eyes»» green-ish blue
body type»» a strong figure, but thin.
distinguishing features»» her eyes could stare you out.
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not your everyday circumstance
dislikes»» 10+
strengths»» 5+
weaknesses»» 5+
habits and quirks»» 5+
secrets»» at least one
five words»»
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full personality»» four paragraphs+ ( 8-10 sentences each. )[/size][/li][/ul]
i've fallen from my nest so high above
hometown»» where you grew up
parents»» you should have two.
siblings»» if any
other family»» only ones that are important in the history
family pets»» pets that you don't bring to hogwarts
full history»» four paragraphs+ ( 8-10 sentences each. )
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we were one cell in the sea in the beginning
age»» seventeen
experience»» years on and off.
contact information»» PM on admin accounts, unless asking to roleplay on this one.
how did you find us»» i made you.
anything else»» squibs will own the school.
roleplay sample»» from right here, because i was roleplaying before i accepted myself. =P[/size][/ul]
It was a few days into the new year, which would be Susan's fifth. She wasn't sure, but Susan could have sworn that the first years were getting shorter every year. If she hadn't been so afraid that she might offend someone, or thought that the idea of it was quite rude, Susan would have measured them, and compared the measurements to the next year to come. This year, she had heard, would be much different than the other years, Dumbledore had made sure of that. Squibs were going to be entering the school. They were going to be in her classes, and in her house. Susan had never understood how it was meant to work, with them being unable to do magic and all, but then she thought that it might just be the non-practical classes they would take. Muggle studies, for one, and history of magic. In her own opinion, they were the least interesting classes, but that was just her own opinion, and she figured that the squibs probably had different interests than herself.
So far, she had yet to meet one of the squibs. She was aware that they were in her house, and most likely hanging around the common room, but they hadn't made a very large point of making themselves known. But then again, perhaps they didn't want to. And who could blame them! Half the magical part of the school, especially the pure blood, didn't even want them there. Susan honestly felt sorry for the squibs that had been sorted into Slytherin. If there was any house that they were going to be abused by, it was Slytherin house. Being a half blood (or in other words, someone who wasn't a pure blood), Susan, to an extent, knew how hard it was to be an outsider. The only difference was, she could do magic and they couldn't. When she got the chance, Susan decided to make a point to befriend at least one of the squibs. Maybe then they would begin to feel at home. Personally, Susan knew how bad it felt to feel lonely in such a large place.
On her way to the library, Susan thought about this. She subconsciously noticed that as she got further in her thoughts, she slowly began to slow down her pace. "Hurry up," she heard an older girl, whom she presumed belonged to Slytherin call out to her. Apparently she had been blocking the corridor. 'Oh, sorry...' Susan said, as polietly as possible, not wanting to extend the conflict any further. Ever since she had been a child, Susan had found herself being the one whom brought peace into the atmosphere, and who was always determined to prevent herself from getting into any sort of conflict at any cost. There had never really been any specific reason for this behaviour, other than the fact that it was in her nature. One person even described her to be one of the few kind, non-selfish people left in this world. Susan had been touched by this comment, but told them that she doubted this was true; after all, another of her famous qualities was modestness.
Shaking her head, Susan continued to wander through the corridors, trying to work out what the most direct path to the library was. After another seconds thought, her pace once again increased, and she was there in no time. Some of her friends had question her motives of going to the library at the beginning of the year - some even though that she might be meeting a special someone there - but she wasn't. The truth was, it had, once again been a difficult summer break, and Susan wanted a bit of refreshing of the subjects. That was all. Well that, and she was kind of hoping that she might meet a squib to befriend there - although Susan highly doubted that this would happen, so the main reason was study. In her arms, Susan held a text book for every subject, as well as a few blank books which she could take notes in if required. The fifteen year old quickly found an empty table, and sat down to begin her study, deciding to begin with the worst, history of magic. To be honest, Susan had been praying that she wouldn't fall asleep in that class this year (not that she had in the past).
So far, she had yet to meet one of the squibs. She was aware that they were in her house, and most likely hanging around the common room, but they hadn't made a very large point of making themselves known. But then again, perhaps they didn't want to. And who could blame them! Half the magical part of the school, especially the pure blood, didn't even want them there. Susan honestly felt sorry for the squibs that had been sorted into Slytherin. If there was any house that they were going to be abused by, it was Slytherin house. Being a half blood (or in other words, someone who wasn't a pure blood), Susan, to an extent, knew how hard it was to be an outsider. The only difference was, she could do magic and they couldn't. When she got the chance, Susan decided to make a point to befriend at least one of the squibs. Maybe then they would begin to feel at home. Personally, Susan knew how bad it felt to feel lonely in such a large place.
On her way to the library, Susan thought about this. She subconsciously noticed that as she got further in her thoughts, she slowly began to slow down her pace. "Hurry up," she heard an older girl, whom she presumed belonged to Slytherin call out to her. Apparently she had been blocking the corridor. 'Oh, sorry...' Susan said, as polietly as possible, not wanting to extend the conflict any further. Ever since she had been a child, Susan had found herself being the one whom brought peace into the atmosphere, and who was always determined to prevent herself from getting into any sort of conflict at any cost. There had never really been any specific reason for this behaviour, other than the fact that it was in her nature. One person even described her to be one of the few kind, non-selfish people left in this world. Susan had been touched by this comment, but told them that she doubted this was true; after all, another of her famous qualities was modestness.
Shaking her head, Susan continued to wander through the corridors, trying to work out what the most direct path to the library was. After another seconds thought, her pace once again increased, and she was there in no time. Some of her friends had question her motives of going to the library at the beginning of the year - some even though that she might be meeting a special someone there - but she wasn't. The truth was, it had, once again been a difficult summer break, and Susan wanted a bit of refreshing of the subjects. That was all. Well that, and she was kind of hoping that she might meet a squib to befriend there - although Susan highly doubted that this would happen, so the main reason was study. In her arms, Susan held a text book for every subject, as well as a few blank books which she could take notes in if required. The fifteen year old quickly found an empty table, and sat down to begin her study, deciding to begin with the worst, history of magic. To be honest, Susan had been praying that she wouldn't fall asleep in that class this year (not that she had in the past).
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