Post by luna elizabeth lovegood on Oct 30, 2010 20:22:07 GMT 10
LUNA ELIZABETH LOVEGOOD
NAME ;; LUNA ELIZABETH LOVEGOOD
NICKNAMES ;; Loony, Loony Lovegood, Loony Luna Lovegood, Nutter
AGE ;; Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH ;; January 9, 1981
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood, Caucasian
YEAR ;; Graduate
HOUSE ;; Ravenclaw Alumni
OCCUPATION ;; Naturalist
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Evanna Lynch
LUNA is ;;
--- ABSENT MINDED;; Strange people are often found to be lost in their own world, and Luna Lovegood is no exception. Wandering aimlessly comes naturally to the girl, going on adventures without deciding on an ending location. Often she appears to have no clue how she has ended up where she did. With her head in the clouds, Loony is constantly misplacing things. This could be a good explanation for why her wand stays tucked craftily behind her ear, always at the ready when she needs it. Sometimes Luna seems to forget where she is and will blurt out quirky and sometimes inappropriate (for the situation, at the very least) quotes, limericks, and says as if she does not think before speaking, or she is utterly unaware of the tasks or trials at hand. This is just one of her many quirks, accompanying her curiosity and optimistic traits. Luna is also known to hum tunes such as "Weasley is Our King," when walking.
--- GULLIBLE ;; For a Ravenclaw, Luna lacks a bit of common sense, often falling into believing in nonsensical events, wizards, beasts, and organizations (the Rotfang Conspiracy, is a blatant example here) that her father (You know, the editor of The Quibbler?) has come up with. Luna believes everything she reads in The Quibbler, and could look you in the eyes and tell you she honestly believed it was true with a straight face. Her gullibility is, for a simple fact, endearing, as she is often very sweet and curious about the topics at hand. Even with all of that being said, if Luna has talked (or thought) herself into truly believing something, it will take undeniable proof to cause a shift in her thinking process, and even that is not a guaranteed cure to the stubbornness. Her gullibility ties hand in hand with her idealist qualities (though you could argue that it was just Open-Mindedness that caused her to accept everyone and take their word), as she often believes the very first thing out of someone’s mouth and will sometimes think a little too much of people, often enough to get herself hurt in the long run. Normally, however, Luna takes things in stride and brushes it off, because she does, in fact, have better things to do than mope. One of those said things just happens to be searching for Blibbering Humdingers.
--- ADVENTUROUS;; If Loony had a chance, she’d travel the world on her own two feet. The quirky blonde loves adventure and discovery, and is often defined by the nature of the things around her. With her innocent and odd disposition, Luna often takes things and sees the good in them, as she did when Sirius fell through the cloak in the Department of Mysteries, which had been an adventure in itself. She’d later told Harry that he would see his uncle again. Her carefree nature is a key factor in her adventurousness, as she loves to feel free as if she is the Eagle that represented her house. If Luna could take a running jump off the ground and fly, believe me, she would.
LUNA'S patronus is a ;; Hare
LUNA'S boggart takes the form of ;; If Luna were to face a boggart, the beast would take the shape of her loved one’s(Her father and her friends) corpses. (This is not stated in the books or movies, rather a gathered take on what Luna would fear the most.)
LUNA adores ;; Luna is known to enjoy reading The Quibbler (upside down, of course,) walking, magical creatures, herbology, friendship, and her father. She’s also shown considerable interest in Quidditch matches, the welfare of house elves, helping, inventing magical devices, off-kilter clothing and accessories, talking, the outdoors, the smell of the ocean, traveling, patience, talking, quoting notorious Witches and Wizards (Rowena Ravenclaw is an example,) Bertie Bott’s every flavored beans, and muggle devices, merpeople, and of course muggles.
LUNA abhors ;; Luna isn’t known to hate much of anything, but she is known to have a distaste towards wearing shoes, losing things, and Death Eaters. She also seems to dislike ignorance, dancing, heartlessness, death, nightmares, nargles, spaghetti, flying a broom(you know that’s far too conventional!), doubt and disbelief, chocolate frogs, being ill, Aurors (who she believes are attempting to overthrow the ministry using the Dark Arts and gum disease,) elitists, and finally, normalcy.
Luna Lovegood is the latest in a long line of quirky witches and wizards, born to Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood, a pureblood wizarding family with many idiosyncrasies. Xenophilius Lovegood, head of the Lovegood house and Luna’s father, was endearing from the start, though always a bit odd, telling her of creatures he believed to exist (even if not many other wizards did.) Mrs. Lovegood, on the other hand, was an eccentric, but extraordinary witch who had the ever risky job of being a Spell Tester, which subsequently killed her in front of her daughter when she was just nine years old.
Through her childhood, Luna was constantly roaming the yard in bare feet, opting for picking up worms rather than shying from them like most little girls. She would often wander with her father in search of allegedly real creatures, and even if the pair never found what they were looking for, the beasts became a thing of Loony’s imagination and she could not bring herself to give up. Through the ages of three to eleven, her father fostered a fair, quirky personality in Luna, one which she has never strayed from.
At age ten, Luna was already a whiz kid when it came to the truly mysterious creatures her father had told her about, and could list their habitats, eating habits, and mating rituals as if she’d seen them with her own eyes. Because of this, many of the young wizarding folk she met thought she was a bit bonkers, but she did have a good friend in Rolf Scamander, the son of her father’s co-worker Newt. He was as adventurous as she, and often times she regrets not spending more time with him, since their long discussions on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks could not be beat by any rational conversation about hippogriffs.
In early August of the year Luna turned eleven, she and her father alike were thrilled to know she had been accepted into Hogwarts. Upon arrival, the highly conspicuous blonde was sorted into Ravenclaw, which she didn’t mind. As absent-minded as Luna may be, she is very intellectual and insightful when she needs to be. She quickly made friends with new Gryffindor student, Ginny Weasley. For the second and third years at Hogwarts, she studied and kept her wit and what little bit of sanity she had about her, even as a target of her fellow Ravenclaw’s teasing due to her idiosyncratic ways. In her fourth year, Luna met Harry Potter on the train, and immediately took a liking to him and his qualities both positive and negative. She joined Dumbeldore’s Army later that year, and fought (out of necessity, of course) alongside Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and of course, Neville Longbottom at the Ministry, holding her own against the Death Eaters for a good portion of the battle.
The following year, Luna maintained her friendships with the trio and their cohorts. She became Quidditch Commentator, and was well liked due to her forgetfulness and her tendency to go off on tangents about oddly shaped clouds or the weather. When needed, Luna also fought fearlessly in the Battle Of The Astronomy Tower and mourned for Dumbledore at his funeral—a mildly uncharacteristic thing for Luna to do, but the sorrow was heartfelt and true.
Early in her sixth year, Luna attempted to steal Godric Gryffindor’s sword with the help of Ginny and Neville, though her plan was thwarted by Snape. On her way home for Christmas Holidays, Death Eater captured her and for months she was stowed away in the basement of the Malfoy Manner on account of her Father’s support of Harry’s endeavors. She was freed by Dobby, who died when he later returned to his old Master’s home to save the Trio. Luna was the one who performed their intrepid rescuer’s eulogy before he was buried. The young witch was present when Harry defeated the Dark Lord, and later created a distraction in order for him to get some peace and quiet. Nowadays, Luna is found peering under rocks and diving under water, often still visiting Hogwarts even though she has graduated. She still hasn’t found that darned Crumple-Horned Snorkack, though…
At only six o’clock in the evening, it was almost too quiet on the normally bustling London streets. Sure, it had been a while since she’d visited the sleepless city, however she knew the roads shouldn’t be this empty.Maybe it’s just the part of town, she told herself, though she hadn’t seen very many people, not even near the boutiques of the main avenues. She walked, feet aching from the unfamiliar form of travel. Normally, she would just apparate from place to place, but for the sake of being inconspicuous, she’d opted to apparate to a friend’s London flat and walk from there. She laughed bitterly thinking on it. She felt terribly bad for the muggles who walked like this every day, miles and miles from their homes to their work. Apparating was just so convenient. Kicking a littered bottle cap along with each step, she wasn’t paying much attention to where she was walking, and she was just glad to be alone. Who wouldn’t be when you live with a reckless bunch of kids for nine months and then go home to a crazy family and a murderous father for the remaining three?
Her humid breath decorated the cooling night air of the city, which, even in the warmest months, tended to have not-so-favourable weather. She wasn’t quite sure exactly what place she was looking for, and she knew she wouldn’t be until she found it...something she was starting to wonder if she’d ever do. She’d been wandering the streets for nearly an hour now and had passed many parlours and shops, and had yet to feel the pull. That was, however, about to change. It was almost odd, how she just knew to stop in front of the building. She turned towards it, staring at the outer wall, taking in every inch of it. The building itself looked shady, the windows were crudely painted black with the words ‘Tattoo’ and ‘Body Piercing’ plastered to them multiple times and in multiple shades of red and orange. The dirty red bricks that created the walls gave a foreboding look to the whole thing, and with a little curiosity in her smile, Autumn wondered what exactly drew her to this place, in this particular part of town. You’d think she’d get used to those complex tingling gut feelings of hers – which often times were very, very right – but she had yet to grow accustomed to them.
Now came the hard part. Only having just turned seventeen, Autumn wasn’t sure she could legally get a tattoo, in fact she was positive she couldn’t. If this place followed its local legislation regarding tattoos (which she hoped it did, because she would be damned before she let them touch her otherwise, she’d have to go through a lot of trouble to magic their minds into giving her what she requested. You’re a witch, Autumn. You can do anything! Come on, I’m sure you know a few spells...Maybe Obliviate? Make them think they’ve seen your ID? No...That’s a last resort. There’s got to be another spell... Her mind was in a fury, thinking of the hundreds of spells she’d learnt and read about. It was exciting, now that she was allowed to use them outside of school. Thank God for seventeenth birthdays.
Autumn reached out, grasping the gritty, rusting metal handle of the door and pulled it open, stepping inside. She was nearly floored by what she saw, a put together interior that smelt like cleaning products and ink with the lightest tint of blood’s metallic scent. It was more crowded than she had expected it to be, though that was probably a good sign. The walls were covered in designs of all sorts, from angels to devils, foreign symbols and animals. She was in awe of it all, and she doubted she’d seen anything so beautiful, even in the world of magic, even at Hogwarts. Patiently she walked around the shop, flipping through books of designs. She knew exactly what she wanted, she was just buying herself time so that she could pick the proper spell. She still hadn’t figured it out, but she needed this to help her get over it. It wasn’t a want anymore, it was a necessity.
“Aha! I’ve got it!” A few other wandering customers looked at her as if she was crazy, but she brushed them off. She made it her mission to hustle to the restroom. Once she’d locked herself securely in the stall, she pulled out her driver’s license. Now, an object like that was a bit odd for a pureblood witch to have, (though with her intense love of international road trips, she’d insisted on getting one,) and her wand, quickly mumbling the simple, yet effective Protean charm she often used when passing notes in class to alter the words on the paper. Magically, the birth date on the small laminated card rolled back a year and just like that, Autumn was eighteen. She laughed a bit, as if it had almost been too easy, and walked out of the bathroom, once again she lounged on the precariously placed couch and she looked through the books of stencils and designs, this time because she was growing nervous and she was, in fact, rethinking it.
The dim yet comfortable lighting of the room gave a nonchalant feel to the place. There were several empty tattoo stations, though there were a few occupied. In one, a girl in her late twenties with pitch black hair was getting a particularly large black and white tattoo across her lower back, an addition to an extensive collection of ink on her arms. In another, a young woman worked on an older man getting an eagle on his left shoulder. So many tattoos! Autumn couldn’t help but wonder what it all meant, if they had really thought the artwork out, or if it was a spur of the moment decision. She wondered if they were going to regret it.
She shook the thoughts from her head, stop thinking so much! After a few moments of lounging on the sagging black leather comforter she stood, slowly and nervously making her way to the front counter, which seemed like a three-hundred mile walk. Finally she reached it, her hands hitting the cool white laminate top and she waited to be helped, unable to contain her nerves or her excitement anymore. This is it, She thought, closing her eyes. No going back anymore.
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