Winter, Elizabeth May

[Elizabeth May Winter]

hey, Elizabeth May Winter
what are you fighting for?
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help me out said the minnow to the trout

[/color]»» Elizabeth May Winter
nick names»» Liz, Beth, Lix, Lizzie, Liv, El....
birthdate»» June 2nd
age»» 16
gender»» female
sexuality»» straight
blood»» pure
squib or magical»» magical
canon or original»» original
member group»» 6th
view on squibs»» for
voldemort or harry»» harry
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please, I know that we're different

[/color]»» a tawny owl by the name of moondust (or dusty for short)
school»» hogwarts
house»» gryfindor
patronus»» It's really simple, but a favourite memory of all of her memories. Her parents suprised them with a trip to the zoo, when Hannah was ten and Elizabeth was only eight.It was just a great day, just simple, normal. There was no fighting, there was no unhappiness and there was nothing sinister. It was before the world of magic was truely revealed to either of the sisters with the burdens it brings.
boggart»» spiders. definitley spiders. Anything else she can gulp and face it, but her fear of spiders is just so beyond rational there;s nothing she can do about it.
mirror of erised»» Her sister back. More than anything.
amortentia»» wood smoke.
coffee
roses
discovering magic»» There was quite a fear within the Winters family, an unspoken fear, but a fear nonetheless, that Elizabeth would be like her older sister - a squib. So when she finally shoed that she had the power, everyone took a long awaited breath.
It was in an ordinary manner. Liz was ten, mucking around in the backyard, her mother watching her as she read inside. Liz had climbed the large old tree, and was right near the top when a rotten branch gave way, and she plummetted towards the ground. Her mother jumped up, grabbing her wand as she did so, but it wasn't neccessary. Liz magically, miracously slowed down, landing softly on the grass below, unharmed, and laughing all the harder upon realising what she'd done.
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we're not that different after all

[/color]»» A sandy blone, and a mass of waves. She trys to tame it to a gentle wave that reaches just past her shoulder blades. However, if she can't be bothered putting in the effort, it returns to it's natural state of a mass of small curs that stand out frizzy around her head and down her back.

eyes»» Her blue eyes are the colour of deeper ocean water, and normally are sparkling with laughter.
body type»» She's slender, and although not tall, she's not short either. She's relatively flat chested, but it goes with her flat stomach.
distinguishing features»» Her eyes and hair would have to be the features that people remember. And her bright smile, with it's air of mystery.
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not your everyday circumstance

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`Magic
`Optimists
`Sarcasm
`Squibs
`Hogwarts
`Her house
`Chocolate
`Being a witch
`Independence
`Her eyes
`Laughing
`Singing
`Coffee
`Adventure
`Arguing
`Being Right (especially when she’s been told she’s wrong)
`Getting her way

dislikes»»
`Tea. (Leaves in water. Yay)
`Mud (getting really muddy just sucks. She'll still do it though)
`People who think being pure-blood makes you better
`Being underestimated
`Pessimists
`Pink
`Spiders
`Being told what to do
`Being wrong
`Admitting she was wrong
`Pessimists
` ‘normal’
`Garlic
`High heels

strengths»»`Her optimism/bubbly attitude
`Her brains
`Her magic skill
`Her friendliness

weaknesses»» `Her curiousity (ever heard the term too curious for her own good- it was designed for Liz)
`Her habit of speaking/acting before thinking
`Her stubborness
`Her temper
`Her determination to be right at all costs

habits and quirks»» Singing- even at an unappropriated time. If there's a song in her head, it’ll soon be in yours.
`Making sarcastic jokes.
`Looking at things from the ‘good’ angle. It can be annoying.
`Arguing - even if she’s wrong, she’ll argue it. She’s very opinionated.
`Picking her fingernails - as in cleaning them. Its just a habit, especially when she’s bored or nervous.
`fidgeting- whens she's forced to sit still and do something dull, she loses patience with it quickly.

secrets»» Her sister, Hannah, killed herself five years ago, when being a squib with a magical family got too hard. Liz doesn't tell people this, she blames herself for it.
five words»»
[li] BUBBLY "She's always chirpy, always full of energy. And the worse things get, the more cheerful she gets."
[/li][li] ARGUMENTITIVE "She will argue with anything. She argues for the sake of it, so imagine how bad she is when she's actually pissed about something. "
[/li][li] ADVENTUROUS "She doesn't worry about getting into trouble so much if theres something new and exciting waiting for her around the bend. She loves to discover, and more often or not it gets her into trouble, or into danger."
[/li][li] SELF-RICHEOUS "She just won't admit she's wrong. This is where you'll most often see the agrumentitive streak come into play. She hates being wrong, and she doesn't like to be told she is. "
[/li][li] INDIVIDUAL "Liz despised those 'clones' as she calls them, the ones that look and talk and act the same. She would much rather stand out from the crowd, even if it means being a loner, than blend in and be like veryone else. "
full personality»» Liz is a complex girl. Of course, most girls are complex - it comes in the job description. But her twisted family means there’s even more to this one. Although she can appear quite shy and almost stand-offish to begin with, really, she’s not like this at all. In fact, there are several things you might come to know as just being Liz.

`Her Sarcasm.
If you have anything to do with Liz you‘re going to have to learn to deal with this. She‘s very sarcastic. Who knows where it comes from- her parents hate it. Actually, that would be exactly where it comes from. It‘s not nasty, and it‘s not mean. It‘s just her.

"What do mean sarcarsm is a fools humour? There's nothing wrong with sarcasm. It's good, funny. Though not many people get it, I must admit your right there. Most people just thingy theit head with a slightly unfocused expression on their face. Mind you, that can be even better. Confusing people- a brilliant form of entertainment. Though just as often you end up explaining to them, and by the time you've dissected it and put it in words they understand, the bite/and or funniness is long gone. God people can be dumb."

`Her Argumentative Streak.
This can get a little nasty. If there’s one this Liz hates (apart from spiders) it’s being wrong. So she tends to get nasty when you tell her she is. She also loves a good argument, just for the sake of arguing. Fighting too, but verbal is generally where she’ll go. Or if she's really pissed with you, she whip her wand out. Then you run.

"Nothing like a good argument. Screaming always makes you feel better. Not necessarily when your fighting over something important, but it's better to get it out there in the open. If you have a good argument everything is out in the open. Better than this back-stabbing stuff. It does have its downsides- if you can't keep your head while you're yelling, some awful stuff can slip out. And then the arguing isn't so great. But what's best is fighting over unimportant stuff. If you find someone else who likes a good 'discussion' it can be heaps of fun. Just not for anyone listening- it gets heated. It's better than actually fighting, as in fist in gut style. Only because I lose more than I win. Though bring wands into the matter and you are so on. I will flatten you. "

`Her Loyalty
She can keep a secret on pain of death, and once you and her are together in something, don’t worry about her turning sides. It won’t happen. Once she’s with you, she’s with you until the end. She defends friends fiercely, and will stick by them. Of course, she expects the same from them.

"Tell me a secret and I'll take it to the grave. There's nothing more that I hate than gossipers, so if I even join their zombie ranks, shoot me in the head and burn me like you do all undead. And if you're a friend, and everything seems to be going wrong, at least know that I'm there for you. God, that sounds way to cliche for my liking. But it's true none-the-less. I stick by my friends. Now if you're an enemy, that's an entirely different story. Don't come near me. I do lash out unexpectedly (again, verbally, not physically). Even so, I still won't spread rumours like some (insert previously mentioned zombies)."

‘Her positive nature
Liz tends to have quite a positive, almost bubbly outlook on things. It’s always the glass is half full, despite the not-so-great outcome. This is helped by her thirst for adventure, no matter how suicidal dangerous.

"Glass is half full. Now that's me. I might not seem it at times, but everyone gets a little morbid depressing when life gets a bit, well, urg. But Generally, I'm bouncing. Literally. Smiles all round."

"Now dangerous adventure. That's something I can get into. Live for it. Boring, predictable life, just kill me now. I don't know how people live with it. I want to be out there, doing something. Learning, and not just in a school. School can be so boring! I want to be out making mistakes, and learning from them! Although I'll probably get myself killed, it'll be a pleasant change form here. At least it will be something else killing me, and not my own hand pulling the trigger on a gun.
No, I wouldn't do that. There's always other choices. But I'll certainly consider it. "

Liz has a tendency to be very self-ritcheous, and will rarely admit she's wrong. ("Wrong. What do you mean. I'm never wrong") She'll defend her beliefs, her friends, her values and her opinions fiercely, and won't be swayed. She has very strong opinions ("Might be a bit of an understatement"), and very strong values. These values, although few, are very positive, and generally just good values to live your life by. Don't lie, don't kill, don't break a friends trust and the like.

She's a bit of a tomboy, and although she'll wear a dress or a skirt on occasion, but you would never catch her in heels or makeup ("Unless I'm forced to. Then I'll paste a smile on my face and spend the night making sarcastic comments about breaking an ankle and my lovly clown mask") . She's one of those girls that spends two minutes ("Maximum") on her hair in the morning, not twenty, just running a brush through it and tying it up, if even that. This shows out her lack of patience, especially for tedious or 'unimportant' things. She'd rather be out getting into trouble ("Not on purpose. It just kind of happens. Mainly when you wander off school grounds, or try to get into the locked areas. No nasty intentions. I just wanted to see if I could get over the fence, I swear!") , discovering, adventuring, as tacky as it sounds. That's why, although she is intelligent, she never did outstandingly at school, despite her potential. She didn't have the patience for it. Mind you, Hogwarts is better for her. She can actually do something she enjoys.
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i've fallen from my nest so high above

[/color]»» Australia
hometown»» Sydney
parents»» Olivia Winters - 39 - witch
Jared Winters - 41 - wizard
siblings»» Hannah Winters - 19 - squib - desceased
other family»» May Winters - 64 - witch - grandmother
John Winters - 66 - wizard - grandfather
family pets»» a goldfish, well there was. It died not long after her third year. Her parents forgot to feed it.
full history»» The two Winters children always knew that magic ran in the family. Their parents never hid it, and although they were also taught from a young age that secrecy was absolutley vital, it never worried them. In fact, magic was never really a big part of their lives.
They lived in Australia, where the magic community wasn't so tight-knit. They were sent to a normal, everyday private primary school. They never really fitted in, but that was no suprise. After all, even so young, they were different. They had a secret that noone could know.

The sisters stuck together throughout primary school, and life seemed fine. But as Hannah crept towards eleven years old, her parents began to worry. She's wasn't, nor had ever, shown any sign of the magical blood that ran through her veins. When she reached eleven, it was obvious. She wasn't the witch they'd taken her for. She was a squib.

The famil was devestated. They'd planned such big things for their eldest daughter. She was devestated herself - magic had been a presumed part of her future, and now it would never be. She went off to her normal, muggle high-school, and without her sister, began to spiral into a deepening depression.

Because Liz, unlike Hannah, was going to get the future she'd imagined. She was a late bloomer, as far as revealing magic goes, not showing any sign of skill until she was ten. Oh, how thrilled her parents would be, that she would be going to Hogwarts after school. They'd had places booked since their daughters births, andit had been s devestating to have to give up one place already. After all, they could only speak good of the magic school. They'd both recieved their education there. In fact, that was where they met.

So Liz was sent off to England, to attend school, flying back every holidays too excited to be home, and too preocccupied telling her parents of everything she had veen learning to pay a great deal of attention to Hannah. They still loved each other, and were still best of friends, but it wasn't the same. Hannah was normal, and Liz was so completely not.

Then, one day, a few days back from Christmas break Liz's third year came the news that shattered her world. Her sister had killed herself.
Spiralling down that tunnel of depression, the sixteen year old had finally reached breaking point. A bottle of pills later, and she would never have to keep any secrets, or feel out of place again. There was nothing anyone could do.

Liz felt entirely responsible. If she had of been there. If she wasn't a witch. If she'd of noticed something about her sisters behaviour before it was too late! She never told anyone. People found out about the death of her sister, but she never said more than that. People assumed it was a terrible accident, and Elizabeth didn't tell them the truth.

So life returned to normal, the world a little bit more real and a little bit darker as Liz felt the burden of secrecy return to her shoulders. It's three years on now, and although the memories still hurt, she's learned to live around them. And now squibs are being sent to Hogwarts too, and Liz can't help but wonder if her sister would have done what she did if the system had been open years ago.
But anyone who fights against it, well, they'll have her to answer to.


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we were one cell in the sea in the beginning

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age»» 16 in a month
experience»» two years, going on three.
contact information»» the admin have my email, or you can pm me, on here or here
how did you find us»» you advertised for staff on caution
anything else»» not that i can think of.
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Elizabeth Wright wasn't convinced they were on the right track.

They'd gotten wind of some sort of alien activity and tracked it to the little night club she now found herself in. The lights flashed, and she muttered under her breath as she was bumped yet again, sitting at the bar with an untouched drink near her hand. She was feeling edgy, and her hand slipped down to check the gun, hidden in her jeans under a flowy silk top. She wasn't sure how she'd go if she had to use it, and just prayed that she wouldn't be stuck on her own if it came to that. She knew how - Jack had been giving her lessons- but she was sure that shooting at a living target would be an entirely different experience to a cardboard cut out. It moved, and spoke for one. She tried to push her mind away from that particuar subject. However, being seperated from the other team members was making her distinctly uncomfortable. She'd never done this kind of thing before, and despite them being only in other parts of the club, mere metres away, not being able to see them made her feel very exposed.

She looked around cautiously, glaring at a guy walking over with a sleazy grin on his face before he even got close. There was no doubts to what he was coming over for. He'd not been the only one. A pretty young blonde in a crowded bar seemed to be open game, and Liz was getting tired of it.

"Are we sure we've got the right place?" she muttered into her com, loud enough for the others to hear her in their own, but quite enough that she wouldn't be heard by other people over the loud music pulsing in the large, crowded room. "How are we supposed to pick this guy from everyone else anyway?”

She was getting edgier by the second. She fingered the hidden gun again, looking around. She still couldn't see anyone suspicious, but she did notice that girl from Starbucks, Arabella wasn't it, enter the club and sit a few stools up along the bar. Hopefully she'd stay there. Liz had enjoyed talking to her and all and wanted to run into her again for a chat, but just not at this very moment. Liz didn't have time for conversations right now, or the attention span. Although the others were ignoring her, or something had gone wrong, either way, maybe she did have time. People still dancing and talked within the club as she hissed into her coms device again.
"Guys? Are you even there?" .

[Molly Lorna Weasley]