Post by hannah on Feb 12, 2010 5:03:44 GMT 10
HANNAH ELIZABETH ABBOTT
NAME ;; Hannah Elizabeth Abbott.
NICKNAMES ;; Han, Hanhan, Abbie, Abbo, Abbott.
AGE ;; Sixteen.
DATE OF BIRTH ;; Seventh August.
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Half-blood witch.
YEAR ;; Seventh.
HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff.
OCCUPATION ;; Student.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual.
PLAY-BY ;; Frieda Rose.
HANNAH is ;;
--- YOUR BEST FRIEND ;; Hannah is seriously the best, best friend anyone could wish for. Shes an amazing listener and wont bug you if you dont want to talk about it. She gives amazing comfort and welcome hugs and is constantly laughing. She loves to have fun and enjoys having a good natter and joke with her friends. Shes also extremely loyal which is one of the traits of a hufflepuff. If she likes you, Hannah will stick by you for better or worse. Shes not really a gossip either, in her mind, you shouldnt gossip unless you want to be gossiped about. Shes a great believer in doing to others how you'd want yourself to be treated.
--- UNINTELLIGENT ;; Not a lot really happens in the upstairs department for hannah. Well, I say that, but its really not true. She's an amazing people person but when it comes to academic achievement, she struggles. A lot. Its not her fault, she does try her very hardest to get her grades up to scratch, however she was never really blessed with amazing brains. Though she does seem to almost excell in care of magical creatures, maybe its her gentle touch.
--- EASILY-LEAD ;; Hannah doesnt try to follow other people. But there are, generally, two kinds of people in this world, followers and leaders. Hannah just seems to feel more comfortable and confident believing other people now and then than making her own opinions and decisions, although, in a fashion sense, she does do what the hell she likes and to be fair, she's not like other girls in the way that she doesnt care about her figure and eats like a pig.
HANNAH'S patronus is a ;; Canary.
HANNAH'S boggart takes the form of ;; Death Eaters.
HANNAH adores ;; Smiling, talking, laughing, her friends, her mother, her father, singing, skipping, quidditch, helping people, making friends, cups of tea, pumpkin juice, care of magical creatures, enjoying herself, hogsmeade, earning house points, the sense of achievement, sweeties, full meals, puddings, muggle clothing, dancing and The Weird Sisters.
HANNAH abhors ;; Slytherins in general, bullies, being upset, seeing others upset, jam roly poly, morbid people, people who walk around with the world on their shoulders, name-calling, being angry, crying, watching a bad quidditch match, breaking things, her brain, potions, transfiguration, Voldemort and Death Eaters.
Hannah was born a very underweight baby on the seventh of August although her due date was four and a half weeks after. Strange, as that would actually have made her a sixth year if that had happened. But as it is, she’s a seventh year. Her family was quite worried for a bit about her health, her mother spent hours and hours feeding her, but she never seemed to grow, she even charmed to duplicate the amount of milk but still, Hannah remained a tiny dot of a daughter. Her father decided that it wouldn’t be healthy for both of the parents to worry and just to let Hannah grow of her own accord and have food and milk when she needed it.
Eventually, Hannah did start to grown, like all children. Though she’d always been the smallest in her class as a young child. Because of the amount of milk she drank as a baby she’d also always had one hell of an appetite though no matter how much she ate, she kept small and thin. This could be because Hannah has always been an athletic child. For example, she’d compete in the muggle sporting events that were held at school when she was younger and more often than not, be placed quite highly in the rankings. It was obvious from a young age that her ability in sport was not as great in academic studies.
Her family was always very supportive and loving of their daughter being an only child. Although her mother was a witch and her father a muggle, he still knew about the magic and knew that his daughter may have to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and fully accepted it. If Hannah had the ability to perform magic then her father would support that as much as he could.
When Hannah was seven she first showed signs of magic. She was playing tag along with four of her friends in her back garden when she was about to be ‘it’. However, miraculously, her feet lifted from the ground and she was suddenly placed up in a tree by a seemingly invisible hand. Being so young her friends tried to get her to tell them how she did it. But she didn’t understand what had happened either. She told her parents and they were so proud, shrieking and her mother was crying with happiness. She was a witch. She was going to Hogwarts.
Finally when she was eleven she found herself on platform 9 ¾ hugging her mother and father one last goodbye, almost tearful. Which really wasn’t like Hannah, she was never one to cry. She boarded the train and by that night, she was standing in front of a small three-legged stood with a hat. Unluckily ‘Abbott’ happened to be the first in the alphabet for the first years and she gazed around nervously as the hat was slipped onto her head. Within seconds it had decided her fate in Hufflepuff.
Over the years she became very fond of her house and the others in her year, however she occasionally got led to believe the wrong thing every now and then, but who isn’t? Although last year she finally started to believe that Harry Potter was telling the truth all along. Her mother, a witch from the ministry was murdered by Death Eaters and she had to be removed from her learning while she recovered from the shock with her father.
the night hadnt been good. his head was killing him and a fresh set of bloody scars littered nick's toned torso. but really, when your a werewolf, when are full moons going to be great? he'd taken the wolfsbane potions and hidden out in the forest for a few hours. nick saw many amazing creatures between the trees, all more magnificent than him. he, a monstrous, dispicable vermin. nick hated himself for it. why would his parents bring him into the world, a world of pain and hate. thank god he had hogwarts. he loved his family, by heck he did, but it was just so unfair. and he knew his sister was going through the same thing.
nick stumbled up to the castle again, his ripped polo shirt and ripped jeans all dripping with blood. it wasnt that bad though. it was all his own doings, which he would rather have than hurting something or someone else. the huge doors were opened by a welcoming and sympathetic nurse from the hospital wing. she knew about the time that nick would return and was always ready for him. she knew that he didn't like the treatment and attention that much so pulled out a solution and dabbed it gently on his wounds. a small gasp from the sting escaped his mouth before the flannel was removed. the nurse smiled up at him and then headed off to the hospital wing, the opposite way from nick's common room.
however, he had no plan of going back to bed. he didnt feel tired. besides, his chest was still twinging unplesantly and he would never be able to sleep with that. he looked out the window, it was a warm night and the sky was perfectly clear. this gave nick an idea, and suddenly his feet knew where he was walking. the stairs were a difficult stumble here and there but nick wasnt one for being wimpy.
finally nick reached the highest floor of the castle but instead of going right, to his common room, he turned left towards the north tower. he hadn't been up there for a long time, but the soft breeze would probably be soothing on his healing gashes. he ran one of his large hands through his dark hair while tracing the banister of the final staircase with his other hand. then, at last, the soft breeze whipped around his stinging body and an immediate wave of calm slide over him. his lips curved slightly upwards at the feeling.
however, he saw that he wasnt alone. what was anyone else doing up at this time and surely it wasnt a teacher, they were all in bed by now usually. nick took another couple of steps and rubbed his eyes roughly. somehow the figure was recognisable. somehow he knew now, that it wasnt a teacher. her long hair was well known to him. "carina," nick breathed softly and he leant against the nearest pillar, the cold stone almost making him shiver.
Hey there! I'm EVIE<3. I'm FIFTEEN, and I've been been role playing for A WHOLE YEAR. I found ATP through A RANDOM ADVERT. My favorite Harry Potter is GOBLET OF FIRE.
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