Post by harlow rae revey on Nov 3, 2013 19:08:19 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] harlow rae revey. sixteen. ravenclaw. 10 3/4", Stanter Tail, Pear. marina nery. | |
[rs=2] | Starting form the beginning, I was born to Evelyn and Damen Revey 16 years ago along to coast of Kent. I grew up on on an old estate, passed down through our family for hundreds of generations. It sits perched on a cliff, sprayed from the saltwater for the millennium, its stone undamaged by the erosion, thanks to the numerous charms and spells placed on it for protection. The old manor creeks with the ocean air, but the family within is far from broken. I live there with several sets of cousins and other family. The Revey's have always been an old pureblood family, standing up for pureblood supremacy, attending Hogwarts, Slytherin being the dominant house. That continued for most of our family tree, until about 5 generations ago, one brother went against our unwritten code and married a muggle. Ever since that incident, the family has openly accepted and wed muggles and wizards alike, with a dotted ethnicity among all of us. My mother is black, her tanned skin contrasting with the green-eyed man that is my father. I have his face, with wide green-hazel eyes, being the focus of my features. I have her small mouth, with full lips. The creased eyebrows resemble my uncles, and my nose is a Revey trademark. My hair is long, and wavy, poofey and untamed. I resemble my mother in build, standing of medium stature and a slim frame. All my life i have been called beautiful, people staring, gaping at me when we visit markets or at school. I see no beauty in the mirror, only me. They tell me of their jealousy, and I reply with a simple, "No." and that would be the end of the conversation. My voice is said to carry, turning heads when I open my mouth. I never try to attract attention, it seems to flock to me. In the Revey home there are 3 sets of families. We have my grandparents, an old, feeble pair of magical folk famous across the countryside for their wisdom and kindness. With them like their two sons, Damen and Terrence. They too have their families with them. Uncle Terrence has three children, much younger than I, the eldest being 10; the youngest 5. I have a single older brother, Adam, graduated from hogwarts this last year. He lives at home with us, but apparates every day to London, where he works for the Ministry in a fresh assistant job. Father and Terrence don't work much. They don't need too, there is so much old money in the family. Terrence helps his lovely wife raise their young family, while Father helps my grandparents, as well as he works a small job as manager of a local quidditch team. Mother helps our house-elfs with the housework, and practises growing magical herbs in our extensive garden. Homelife is rather boring without Adam, but I am never there, since I still attend Hogwarts. At home I practice my favourite pastime with the other local magical kids, Quidditch. One day I got my letter. I had long been expecting it, being able to throw stones across the garden without laying a finger on them. I was immensely excited, my brother Adam having been heading into his third year. We had taken a sickly-hot afternoon to take a trip to London to buy supplies. I had been to Diagon Alley many times before, but never had I been so excited. I had purchased my robes, and supplies. I was even given an elegant Brown Owl, which I named Fonzie. The last stop was easily the most magical. We next went to Ollivander's. It took nearly 30 wands to find the one meant for me. The wand itself had not been made by the current wandmaker, but had been sitting on the shelf for over 100 years. The combination was rare indeed. The core was Tantler Tail, a rare magical deer known for its intelligence. The wand also was make of pear wood. Both the combination of pear and tantler tail, said the wandmaker, was bound to make a natural social beacon. The man was not wrong. It was the first day of school, and on the platform, I had sought out nearly half my year. I sat in a compartment with, unknowingly, a variety of future houses. In the days trip, I had befriended nearly half of my year. The other children told me of their home lives, ranging from the most flamboyant magical homes to bland muggle homes. Each child seemed just as excited as me about the new experience, and I used my charms to make sure that they would never forget me. We wandered into the great hall, and tired on that hat. I had told the Hat I was open to anything, I wasn't a picky person. But the Hat told me there was only one place for a Revey like me. It screamed "RAVENCLAW!" and my glee could never be disguised. I ran from the stool and sat with my peers, and also my brother. I couldn't have been more impressed. Once the feast had started, the questions came flowing. I got to know every other first year Ravenclaw, and many other students as well. They laughed at my jokes and played along. The feeling of acceptance felt like nothing new. I was friends with everyone in my house by the end of the year, but I didn't get any real attention until my second year. I had brought my nimble broom to school, with tiny hopes of earning a reserve spot on the Quidditch team. I had managed to snatch a starting position as a Ravenclaw Chaser. The surprised murmurs trickled out of my common room and into the other houses. I had become not another Ravenclaw girl, but Harlow Revey, the second year chaser. My popularity effortlessly rocketed among all the students. I have been told I am somewhat of a social super-star. I am invited to all the parties, and people just seem to flock to me. I don't see it, never. I see myself like everyone else, friendly with plenty of friends. I see myself with no enemies, or at least I don't hate anyone. I'm sure someone hates me, there always is at least one. No one has openly expressed to me that they hate me. I focus mostly on my social life. School comes naturally to me, my memory surprising me at the best of times. Reading is a small hobby, only can I be found in a book when there in no one to distract me. I often search for people to be with too, so the occurrence is even less frequent. Romance comes easy. The boys are never hard to find, and the ones I find are always easy to converse with. I have no expectations, I simply love. That love is dispersed on whoever happens to be around. I can be flirty, it depends on the moment, and what you classify on what is "flirting." But if I was flirting, you would know. Boys flirt with me, but I simply brush most of it off with friendly replies. It sometimes turn out to be an annoyance, when you want to be friends, but the boys all want to get in your panties. I don't view sex as a necessity, no. I would never do that unless I truly loved that person. Many folks oppose me on that but that's the way I was brought up, to be conservative by choice, not by nature, and choose who you want to be. |
emma. 14. 3 years experience. |
