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WISH ID BEEN A TEEN IDLE
INSTEAD OF BEING SIXTEEN AND BURNING UP A BIBLE
I wish I wasn’t such a narcissist,
I wish I didn’t really kiss the mirror when I’m on my ownOh God! I’m gonna die alone, Adolescence didn’t make sense
A little loss of innocence, The ugly years of being a fool
Ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?
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BASICS
Your Name: Rosalie WilsonHouse & Year: Ravenclaw 5th Year
Blood Status: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Finchley (Northern London)
PARENTS: Henry Wilson, Kwon Minjun (deceased)
SIBLINGS: Elder Brother
STUDIES
Classes: History of Magic, Study of Ancient Runes, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Divination, ArthimacyExtra-Curricular: Muggle Music
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What are three moments in your childhood life you feel have shaped you?:
When I was very young, my mother passed away to cancer. It seems odd that being in such a magical family that something as mundane and human as cancer could invade my life. My mother always had a knack for herbology and I can still remember the smell of primroses in my nose. Losing her was hard on us all but my father had always been a resilient man. He was an Auror for the Ministry of Magic but decided that he would rather be stuck behind a desk than out about catching the wizards or witches who committed crimes. It was nice having him home for dinner, even if all he could make was grilled cheese sandwiches for us. I knew he wasn't happy. He was built like a footballer, broad shoulders with a mess of dark hair and bright eyes. He was meant to get out in the world and get his hands dirty. Wiping my nose and cleaning around a house wasn't for him but I am ever grateful for him. It makes me appreciate what I have over mourning what I lost. The smell of my father's cologne and the feel of his chest whenever he rocked me to sleep will always be among my most comforting memories of my childhood.
Growing up with my elder brother was always an adventure. He's just a year older than me but he acts so much older. We climbed trees together, flew on brooms around the yard and generally got into trouble here and there. My father never really minded, he was glad for my brother watching out for me even though I believe I look out for him more. He lives for the danger life has to offer. He's the spitting image of father, broad shoulders with messy hair and eyes that promised trouble. The year he left for Hogwarts before me was the hardest. I never realized how lonely it was without him home until then. He sent letters every week about all the fun he was having and all the friends he was making. Father was home less and less because of work and I suppose this is when I started to become more independent for myself. I made my own meals, cleaned the house and started to stick my head in books. My mother had had a large collection of novels, both muggle and magical. My thirst for knowledge seemed to grow stronger the closer it came for me to receive my letter and join my brother on the train to Hogwarts. I guess that's what put me in Ravenclaw in the end. Father had been a Gryffindor and father said the house mother was sorted in was something like Hufflepuff.
It was Christmas break about two years ago, when I noticed just how tired father really looked. With my brother and I being at Hogwarts, there's no one home to really look after him. I knew he wasn't working behind the desk as much anymore with how things were happening in the world but just how tired he looked really upset me. It's the first time I ever had a real argument with him. I guess deep down I was scared of losing another parent. Father was all we had left. Without him I couldn't imagine life or even wanting to go on with it. There would be no one to send me silly singing letters on my birthday. I wouldn't get to hear my brother getting a howler because he got in trouble again across the Great Hall. I never really knew the true meaning of fear until then. I cried myself to sleep that night but somewhere during the night I remember feeling at peace. I woke up in my father's arms that morning in front of our fireplace. He had held me and rocked me just how he used to when I was little. I know times are dangerous and speaking my opinion on anything could get him in trouble but I wish for all of this to go away. Is that too much to ask for?
Growing up with my elder brother was always an adventure. He's just a year older than me but he acts so much older. We climbed trees together, flew on brooms around the yard and generally got into trouble here and there. My father never really minded, he was glad for my brother watching out for me even though I believe I look out for him more. He lives for the danger life has to offer. He's the spitting image of father, broad shoulders with messy hair and eyes that promised trouble. The year he left for Hogwarts before me was the hardest. I never realized how lonely it was without him home until then. He sent letters every week about all the fun he was having and all the friends he was making. Father was home less and less because of work and I suppose this is when I started to become more independent for myself. I made my own meals, cleaned the house and started to stick my head in books. My mother had had a large collection of novels, both muggle and magical. My thirst for knowledge seemed to grow stronger the closer it came for me to receive my letter and join my brother on the train to Hogwarts. I guess that's what put me in Ravenclaw in the end. Father had been a Gryffindor and father said the house mother was sorted in was something like Hufflepuff.
It was Christmas break about two years ago, when I noticed just how tired father really looked. With my brother and I being at Hogwarts, there's no one home to really look after him. I knew he wasn't working behind the desk as much anymore with how things were happening in the world but just how tired he looked really upset me. It's the first time I ever had a real argument with him. I guess deep down I was scared of losing another parent. Father was all we had left. Without him I couldn't imagine life or even wanting to go on with it. There would be no one to send me silly singing letters on my birthday. I wouldn't get to hear my brother getting a howler because he got in trouble again across the Great Hall. I never really knew the true meaning of fear until then. I cried myself to sleep that night but somewhere during the night I remember feeling at peace. I woke up in my father's arms that morning in front of our fireplace. He had held me and rocked me just how he used to when I was little. I know times are dangerous and speaking my opinion on anything could get him in trouble but I wish for all of this to go away. Is that too much to ask for?
What are three personality traits you feel help define you and why?:
Would saying my intelligence be too obvious? I can settle for saying my curiosity about the world. I like knowing everything but not in a snobby way. I don't walk into someone's conversation and correct them on something. I just feel safer when I know what things do or mean. It drives me to want to be smarter and better. Getting good grades is nice and all, it'll help for my OWLs and NEWTs but that's not what drives me. Knowledge for knowledge's sake. I should probably blame my brother for this. He introduced me to the wonders of the world but for him just seeing and experiencing them were enough. I have to know why they are and what make them what they are. So yeah, I'm curious and maybe too much for my own good.
I've recently becoming very guarded when it comes to talking with people. I guess knowing my father is so busy and stressed with all that's happening makes it hard for me to trust people as openly anymore. I don't confide in anyone other than my brother these days. I was never very popular and I don't have the largest circle of friends but even then sometimes I have things I want to say that I second guess myself for. Maybe that's why people tend to avoid me if they don't know me well. I don't smile or seem approachable anymore. That just seems like the easiest way to get involved in something I'd rather not be apart of.
It may go without saying but for the few people who has managed to get close to me, I am fiercely loyal to them. Some have been with me since first year and there's something about growing up and making memories with someone that creates this bond. I would do almost anything for these people. When you grow up with only having a small number of people in your life, you learn to appreciate those who come around to become new permanent figures in your day. I'm grateful for my friends and I love each and every one of them.
I've recently becoming very guarded when it comes to talking with people. I guess knowing my father is so busy and stressed with all that's happening makes it hard for me to trust people as openly anymore. I don't confide in anyone other than my brother these days. I was never very popular and I don't have the largest circle of friends but even then sometimes I have things I want to say that I second guess myself for. Maybe that's why people tend to avoid me if they don't know me well. I don't smile or seem approachable anymore. That just seems like the easiest way to get involved in something I'd rather not be apart of.
It may go without saying but for the few people who has managed to get close to me, I am fiercely loyal to them. Some have been with me since first year and there's something about growing up and making memories with someone that creates this bond. I would do almost anything for these people. When you grow up with only having a small number of people in your life, you learn to appreciate those who come around to become new permanent figures in your day. I'm grateful for my friends and I love each and every one of them.
PLOTTING
Rosalie has a very small group of close friends, five at the most. She could also use her big brother around to talk with. He's a year older than her and can be placed in any of the four houses. Any romantic relationships would be best left for organic development but past relationships could be plotted. She may have one or two rivals in Ravenclaw when it comes to grades. She doesn't make enemies but her sometimes cold demeanor could rub someone the wrong way. There will be a plot post located here or you can contact us at #lace petals for faster communcation.