Post by chantal on Sept 26, 2010 15:49:50 GMT 10
CHANTAL GABRIELLE BIANCHI
NAME ;;Chantal Gabrielle Bianchi
NICKNAMES ;; none
AGE ;; Fourteen
DATE OF BIRTH ;; March 1st
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; pureblood
YEAR ;; fourth
HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff
OCCUPATION ;; student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; straight
PLAY-BY ;; Emma Roberts
Chantal is ;;
--- always singing ;; Chantal is always singing and most likely always will. listening to music and practicing the notes until she gets them right is something she doesn't have to force herself to do. she listens to a variety of music both muggle and nonmuggle for the experience and practice that she gets doing it. She loves music and is humming it and uses it to focus on a task. The piano her guitar and her voice are her favorite instruments. She has a song for all her emotions and sometimes when she has an issue with her life or is confused, lost, or just needs some help, music is always there. Sometimes it is her best friend, and before it was her only friend. At times now, it isn't only her friend but her diary something she is able to share with people, without them truly knowing what the inspiration came from, or if it came from inspiration at all. Chantal was able to hide her feelings behind her music while at the same time revealing them, interesting?
--- quiet ;; Chantal is a rather quiet girl. True that she is always singing she doesn't do a lot of conversing with others. Afraid of their reaction to her and her constant singing Chantal tries distancing herself. She is afraid that those in the common room don't like her and are sick of her singing randomly she often goes to an empty classroom or somewhere in the grounds to sing. She constantly judges herself and she is her own worst judge. Some people say that your best friend is yourself but sometimes, some days, her worst enemy is the same person. She messed up slightly she all but bangs her head into the wall calling herself stupid, an idiot, and dumb in all three languages that she knows. A harsh judge yet silently beats herself up over slight things, she is complicated yet quiet. Ah teenage hormones they had to come now, at a complicated time in her life.
--- girly ;; Chantal is kind of a girly girl. She is more of the cute top and cute jeans then the sweatpants baggy sweatshirt look. She doesn't like getting rough with the boys and loves going shopping with her mom during the summer. Shopping, and the clothes that she finds there, give Chantal a chance to reflect herself. She dresses based on her mood or the way she feels as soon as she wakes up. She keeps a dream diary and a regular diary as well and sometimes tries, usually unsuccessfully, to pin a nightmare down to something that had happened in the day, or something she was thinking about before heading to bed. Often times when she is sick she dresses up to make herself feel better but sometimes she just dresses in bland colors,fashionable questionable, but blander colors to outwardly show her inner state of mind, feeling, emotion, or just plain mood.
Chantal's patronus is a ;; hummingbird
Chantal's boggart takes the form of ;; her parents dead
Chantal adores ;; singing
listening to music
playing the guitar
playing the piano
reading
writing
shopping
charms
dancing
ice skating
meeting people who loves music just as much as her
accomplishing tasks on time in a good quality manner
keeping to herself
Chantal abhors ;;
homework
being sick
losing her song book
people making fun of her
coffee
transfiguration
death
Dark Wizards
judgmental people
people crying
failing at tasks she should be able to accomplish
keeping to herself
Chantal's parents met on a cruise. They had never met one another before on the ship until a friendly fun match making survey came along. They both took it for laughs, they were both single after all. They were matched together and spent the rest of the cruise getting to know each other and finding out they had more in common then they realized. Both had a love for music and both liked similar things. They kept in touch after the cruise and after a year of writing each other they decided to meet again. Both dated other people of course but when they met again both was single whether they made it that way or not was left to be decided.
Chantal's dad, Gabriele Bianchi, was Italian and came from the city of Florence and was raised by his grandparents as his parents were killed when he was only four years old. He was taught to be a gentleman and even though he felt he knew everything about this girl from the cruise he kept his thoughts to himself about her. A year of writing to each other was nothing like seeing her everyday and talking to her in person.
Chantal's mom Alaina Bedel, who was from France, was raised by her parents. They were skeptical of this boy from Italy not sure that their daughter should be conversing and instead tried to set her up with suitors so she would hopefully forget about this Italian boy and spend all her time with the Frenchman that they deemed suitable for her. It didn't work. Alaina didn't care for any of the men that her parents set her up with and was happy at the day she was able to meet Gabriele again.
They decided to meet in France hoping that once Alaina's parents met Gabriele they would be more inclined to like him, or allow her to spend more time with him. Eventually her parents came around and when it was time for Gabriele to depart he took her in his arms and for the first time they kissed. It was a sweet kiss and Alaina didn't want him to leave. But he had to he was needed back at home for his grandparents needed him to take care of them as they aged. Alaina promised she would visit again.
For Christmas that is what Alaina did. She went to Italy and surprised him with presents for him and his grandparents and they welcomed her with open arms. She stayed for two months before returning home, unwillingly for she didn't want to go. Alaina and Gabriele fell in love those two months and being apart for so long again would certainly would ruin them.
Alaina made the decision. Her parents didn't like it but she made the choice to move to Italy. She moved and found a job in Italy and her and Gabriele dated and she helped him when he needed and she helped take care of his grandparents. They continued like this for two years before he popped the question. It was a beautiful night and he took her to a romantic dinner and got down on one knee and gave her his grandmother's engagement ring, who had died just the year before. Alaina went and told her parents who had accepted it and they through themselves in preparing for a Italian and French mixed wedding. It was gorgeous wedding and the bride looked stunning on her dad's arm walking towards her furture. The wedding was on January 17th and two years later on March 1st they gave birth to their gorgeous daughter.
They debated on a name for their daughter from the time they knew what gender that they were having. They tossed names back and forth trying to combine both of their cultures together. They agreed upon one. Chantal. It was a beautiful name and was very close to singer in Italian and French. Both parents loved music so the name was decided upon. They decided to go with Gabrielle for a middle name. She was born at 5:28 in the afternoon and she weighed six pounds and five ounces. She was twenty inches long and was healthy. All was well for this baby girl.
Chantal grew up in France close to her maternal grandparents. She lived the first ten years of her life in Paris, Ile-De-France and spent her summers in Italy so she grew up in different cultures. Her parents taught her both Italian and French as well as English so when she went away to school, Hogwarts they preferred, she could speak English but still had her different cultures as well.
Chantal had a rather boring childhood. She was taught the piano and took ballet from a young age but took to the piano more than the ballet. Sure she liked taking ballet but she just loved music. She did discover music a lot earlier than she was planned to. It was raining one day and she was five and bored. She couldn't do outside and play and Chantal was getting bored with the puzzles and toys that she had in her room. So she made her way down stairs and to the living room where a baby grand piano set and she made her way over. She climbed on the bench and started hitting random "buttons" as she called them. Her dad heard the sound and sat next to his daughter and played a simple tune. Chantal liked it and slowly she started learning it too. A rainy day brought her to the piano and ever since she learned everything she could about playing it.
Chantal's first year at Hogwarts well she loved almost all her classes. Sure she wasn't the best at them and some classes she had to work harder than others to pass but that was a part of school. She fell in love with Charms and loved the spells she could do there, more easier than others. She wasn't as good at Transfiguration and didn't like it as much as the others but she tried and sometimes she had to stop singing stop thinking stop everything to concentrate on the homework.
Her second year was a bit easier now that she knew what to expect and she made her time more balanced to all her studies and of course music. She continued loving Charms but also grew to love the choir. She met a few friends from there that liked singing as much as she did and sometimes they hung around after practice and sang and worked on songs on their own, or of their own creation.
Third year she had her first crush on a boy but was too scared to voice it so he never found out. That was what her third year was. Homework, choir, a few friends, singing, and crushing on a boy. For 13 she was growing up and soon she would tell a boy she liked him, well hopefully anyways.
Now entering her fourth year Chantal was hoping it would be for the better. She hoped to find out more about herself and what she wanted to do with her future, as she wasn't exactly sure yet.
Jocelyn was a freaking idiot. There was no way around it she was. She was being dumb her stupid Gryffindor pride and stubbornness was going to get the poor hostage killed. Why oh why couldn't she just drop her wand and roll it over to him like everyone else seemed to be doing. Why couldn't she just plead her way to safety like all the others were doing? Why wouldn't she just listen to Miranda, who was sure to hate the her now. She was so stubborn at times, it was the one thing that didn't land her in Hufflepuff like the rest of her family was. Sometimes she was rather proud of how stubborn she was, other times, like now, she absolutely needed a slap in the face for it.
Her aim was wrong and she missed. That was the most alarming thing ever, she missed when she was needed to hit her target outright. There could be something said about her shaking hand, the trembles that were running through her body or the fact that he bent down to pick up the rolled wands when she said the spell. She saw the girl stiffen and the wideness in her eyes that alone should have stopped Joce from saying that spell trying to act all heroic. Her heart sunk to her stomach and her eyes widened in fear, what happened now.
Miranda had gotten something useful from the spell the girl was no longer hostage. The bad thing, Miranda WAS now the hostage. Jocelyn's wand slipped from her grasp before she could think about uttering another spell, slipped from her grasp involuntarily of course. It didn't roll too far from her but she dare not move to pick it up. She couldn't anyways her feet were glued to the floor her body frozen as she awaited what happened next. It was something she would never see coming. His voice echoed her own thoughts, it was stupid and she wished she could take it back, she wished she could've dropped the wand.
For something that took seconds to occur to Jocelyn it seemed like a lifetime. Jocelyn was trembling from evident fear and she heard the first spell easier than the second. She couldn't talk, she couldn't nothing, she didn't have her own wand for the countercurse. The second spell however stopped her dead in her tracks, literally almost. incendio was what was said and the fire grew bigger widening Joce's pupils in a heartbeat. Then it engulfed her, hitting her straight on the chest and in her mind she let out a shriek, but it wasn't heard. She fell backwards on the floor as it continued to encase her body, owning it making it nothing, useless, almost as useless as her spell. Nothing was heard that she was saying. It was spreading on her body hitting her arms, covering her chest and spreading down her and licking at her neck and working its way to her face. She was crying she was screaming inside knowing she wasn't able to be heard but unable to stop it from happening. What had she done. She was on fire she was going to die in a fiery mess before she had really lived. The crazy person was right, she WAS a pretty girl. Was being the operative word, it wasn't long before her burnt chest stopped moving up and down.
Then there was something thrown over her, a curtain she recognized and the flames were patted out, making her unheard scream worse as the curtain and the hand hit and pat the flames from her charred body. She heard a voice, it was Kenzie oh god was she ever so glad that it was Kenzie. She wished she could say something to Kenzie but she couldn't even if she wanted to. She had silent tears streaking from her smoking slightly body and her eyes were wide with fear, shock and pain. Kenzie and everyone was screaming and Miranda, though held in the hostage's grasp told them to shut up. Jocelyn's thoughts, its all my fault it's all my fault. She was so so stupid, this by far was her worst blunder yet, and the one that was the most deadly...for her and everyone else.
Hey there! I'm Mandy. I'm nineteen, and I've been been role playing for a little over a year. I found LMCI through Hogwarts for Eternity. My favorite Harry Potter is Deathly Hallows.
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