Post by niamh on Aug 8, 2011 9:42:57 GMT -5
niamh lindsey quirrell
twenty five , former hufflepuff , adult , katie mcgrath , canon
name:
"niamh lindsey quirrell. pretty, isn't it?"
nicknames:
"um, can you shorten niamh? nee? the knights of nee from monty python! oh, they are funny! you don't know them? sorry, i'm rambling."
age:
"twenty five. it seems only yesterday i was starting hogwarts."
house:
"well, i was in hufflepuff. lovely people, lovely house and yellow's my favourite colour so it couldn't really have been any better."
occupation:
"i'm an unspeakable for the department of mysteries at the ministry of magic. fascinating, isn't it?"
blood status:
"i'm half blood. my father is a wizard, my mother; an irish muggle. have heard of my last name 'quirrell'? most people have."
wand:
"the core of my wand is a fairy wing and made from the bark of a willow tree. it's so light and brilliant for charms and protection."
relationship status:
"i don't really believe in status' as it may be. i believe in fate and giving time. but, in your way of thinking, i am single."
"niamh lindsey quirrell. pretty, isn't it?"
nicknames:
"um, can you shorten niamh? nee? the knights of nee from monty python! oh, they are funny! you don't know them? sorry, i'm rambling."
age:
"twenty five. it seems only yesterday i was starting hogwarts."
house:
"well, i was in hufflepuff. lovely people, lovely house and yellow's my favourite colour so it couldn't really have been any better."
occupation:
"i'm an unspeakable for the department of mysteries at the ministry of magic. fascinating, isn't it?"
blood status:
"i'm half blood. my father is a wizard, my mother; an irish muggle. have heard of my last name 'quirrell'? most people have."
wand:
"the core of my wand is a fairy wing and made from the bark of a willow tree. it's so light and brilliant for charms and protection."
relationship status:
"i don't really believe in status' as it may be. i believe in fate and giving time. but, in your way of thinking, i am single."
play-by:
"i think i look like that muggle actress. she's irish as well. katie mcgrath. she's gorgeous though, much prettier than me."
hair color:
"i'd say it borders on being black, extremely dark brown. it changes due to different peoples opinions."
eye color:
"yet again, borderline on very light blue and grey."
distinguishing features:
"my extremely pale skin against my dark hair. my sister's the same, you can tell we're related. also, my cheekbones are quite strong, facially i'm quite striking i'd say. this isn't looks but my soft irish accent sets me apart from others."
style:
"i grew up with my mother so i've always worn muggle clothing. i love floral clothing but nothing too loud. i like to wear block colours as well, oh and neutrals. white, beige, you know? i don't really have a style though. dresses maybe? i'm a little indecisive. i guess i just wear what i like and feel comfortable in. anyway, since i started hogwarts, i love wizarding robes and obviously, i have to wear them to work. they're so flowing and can be extremely beautiful. as long as it's not too garish, i'll wear it. i love green. maybe that's the irish coming out in me? too cliche, do you think? i wish i could wear yellow more with it being my favourite colour, but alas my pale skin clashes and it makes me look really unhealthy and ill. i'll stick to shades of green. i'm a little strange but i absolutely adore those head charms you can get. they're like necklaces, for your head. i just think they look so pretty."
"i think i look like that muggle actress. she's irish as well. katie mcgrath. she's gorgeous though, much prettier than me."
hair color:
"i'd say it borders on being black, extremely dark brown. it changes due to different peoples opinions."
eye color:
"yet again, borderline on very light blue and grey."
distinguishing features:
"my extremely pale skin against my dark hair. my sister's the same, you can tell we're related. also, my cheekbones are quite strong, facially i'm quite striking i'd say. this isn't looks but my soft irish accent sets me apart from others."
style:
"i grew up with my mother so i've always worn muggle clothing. i love floral clothing but nothing too loud. i like to wear block colours as well, oh and neutrals. white, beige, you know? i don't really have a style though. dresses maybe? i'm a little indecisive. i guess i just wear what i like and feel comfortable in. anyway, since i started hogwarts, i love wizarding robes and obviously, i have to wear them to work. they're so flowing and can be extremely beautiful. as long as it's not too garish, i'll wear it. i love green. maybe that's the irish coming out in me? too cliche, do you think? i wish i could wear yellow more with it being my favourite colour, but alas my pale skin clashes and it makes me look really unhealthy and ill. i'll stick to shades of green. i'm a little strange but i absolutely adore those head charms you can get. they're like necklaces, for your head. i just think they look so pretty."
likes:
"well, i like a lot of things. so i suppose i should start listing otherwise it'll take forever. just listen to me rambling again. sorry about that, what was i supposed to be doing? oh yes, likes. nature, english accents, blonde hair, the outdoors, my job, seeing, making prophecies, flowers, animals, travelling, new people, muggles, places with history, seeing people in love, seeing families on an outing together, beaches, waterfalls, places of general interest, compliments, making my own robes, sewing, ireland, things that shine, jewellery, salad, mineral water, reading, friends, my sister, my mother, muggle television programmes, toddlers, walks in the countryside, formal occasions, not being able to feel awkward silences, formal attire, politeness, the stars, soft breezes, muggle inventions, uniforms, live music, people who smile constantly, watching ballet, positive thinking. is that enough?"
dislikes:
"not being able to help someone, 'seeing' something horrifying, people who laugh at my accent, people who don't think i realise i can hear them laughing at me, crowds, the tickling sensation you get on your feet when travelling by floo powder, chocolate frogs, my father, dancing, people thinking im a little odd, being self conscious, the colour pink, girls who show too much skin, not being able to find love, nightmares, parents who don't care for their children, seeing anything wasted, being ill, having to go to st mungos, sudden and loud noises, attention, negativity, shouting, arguments, seeing people cry, crying myself, not having a lot of confidence, being overlooked, too much make-up, animal testing, not being able to dance, show offs, pureblood status, greasy food, the feeling of being watched, the feeling of being followed, one dimensional people, the feeling of panic, dementors. i'm struggling to think up any more. it's quite difficult when you're put on the stop, isn't it?
strengths:
"i'm quite nifty when it comes to charms, even i have to admit that. you see, being an unspeakable at the ministry i have to live under the protection of the fidielus charm. i can also see the future, all be it i'm not a brilliant seer, for example i don't see all the time and i can't tell you what you're going to have for tea. i just... i don't know. it just randomly comes over me and i see something important. because i understand the seer's way of life my job is to go out collecting the memories for the prophecies at the ministry. so i suppose my sight is a strength. i'm very calm, i can put up with a hell of a lot which certainly has helped me in my life. erm, i like meeting new people, all be it i might not make the greatest impression on the planet but i don't usually hold back, does that even count as a strength? i guess it does. reading. that's a strength. i adore reading about anything and everything which means i have a little bit of knowledge on pretty much every subject.
weaknesses:
"i bottle my feelings up. then i get home and just cry myself to sleep and it makes me feel awful and that really sucks. i have pretty big trust issues. i mean, obviously i have to be careful with who i trust anyway because of my job and seeing ability because i can be targeted but because of my dad did to my mother, my sister and i when we were younger i have real trouble trusting people. i can't dance, yes! it's a weakness. it means i can't go clubbing and meet people that way. i wouldn't go clubbing if i could dance anyway, i'd hate the crowds and the loud music. it'd frighten me. i'm quite easily shaken, since my time in azkaban. the very thought of the dementors scares the living daylights out of me. but there's more about that later. i can be really protective over my little sister as well. she's definitely my weakness. if anything happened to her i would really be worth nothing."
fears:
"being as bad at parenting as my father. in fact, change that to my father. i was scared of him when i was a child and now i'm scared of him coming back into our lives. i'm scared of what he did to me and what he might do if i ever see him again. i'm terrified of dementors. my time in azkaban really scarred me. i love all magical creatures, but they are something else. i don't believe anyone should be submitted to that horror even if they've committed the worst crimes. going over awful memories in your mind is awful, just awful. i guess i'm scared of letting my mum down. she's done so much for me and my sister i just want to make her happy. so that would mean grandchildren and the such. as of yet, i haven't found anyone. like i said but i'm waiting for the fate to take over."
dreams:
"i really want my own family. i love kids, you can just cuddle them and love them. obviously, first i need to find someone to have children with. i want it to be a super steady relationship though. marriage and all that. i don't want to bring a child into this world unless i know it's life will be everything i wanted mine to be. obviously it's a big dream and i understand that but it's one i'm really striving for. i'm dreaming of a good retirement fund already. i'm really glad i have a good job but retiring and not having to live under the protection of the fidelius charm. not being able to tell anyone anything can be very tiring. i think i'm in the right job though because i probably wouldn't tell anyone anyway because of my trust issues. i'd love to work with children at some point in my career. say, if a child at hogwarts or someone at the university had the 'sight' i'd be able to help them and i don't know. but i feel it'd be really rewarding and perfect for my self esteem."
secrets:
"it's always been known about my time in azkaban so that's kind of broken an idea. i hold many secrets due to my job but they're not my secrets so they don't really apply. my sight is a secret. no one just the ministry knows about it. like i said, it's not the best sight that's ever been, in fact it's a little rubbish compared to some seers but it's certainly come in useful. i have seen some pretty important stuff that's come in handy for the projects we do down in the department of mysteries. obviously, i can't go into detail otherwise i'd be called a speakable and that doesn't sound half as impressive. another secret is my love for ballet. i grew up taking lessons back in ireland but i was always so rubbish at it which is kind of upsetting. i love watching it so much, i just wish i was better after all that money mum spent on the lessons."
personality:
"i'm an extremely serene person. nothing can really annoy me, or appear to annoy me. i do tend to just glide around and appear to be in my own little world a lot of the time. so people do think i'm a little weird and i know that they do. i'd rather they spoke to me rather than spoke about me to other people about how strange they think i am. i think my serenity scares them a little. what with my past in azkaban, they don't seem to think that i'm actually not faking it. it's how i am. i don't like being angry and walking around with my stubborn head in the air. i hate it when people think that's acceptable behaviour. i can't believe they've grown up in a family where that is acceptable. my sister and i have been brought up to be polite and considerate to those around us and if you have nothing interesting or constructive to say then to keep it to ourselves rather than cause trouble and that's definitely how i carry myself throughout life. gracious i think is the correct word. nobody likes a snob and i think, if i live in my own world, who can say i'm comparing? not that'd i'd compare my life to anyone else's anyway. i'm not really all that bothered about nosying in other people's business, it's not my problem and it never will be. anyway, i'm really quite a mysterious person. for example, people have heard a lot about me for the wrong reasons but they don't expect me to be so introverted and quiet. i'm not shy, definitely not, i find it easy to start conversations with people but i definitely perfer smaller groups or having reading time on my own. i'm a complete bookworm. if you see me when i'm not sociallising (which is most of the time) i'll have my nose in a book and they tend to be informational books seventy percent of the time. i love wizarding history. it's so interesting. i own all of bathilda bagshot's work, it cost me a fortune.
the big events in my life have certainly influenced my personality and made me who i am today. when my dad first left us i was only two and my sister was a month off being born. obviously at that age i never really understood but it confused me on why my dad had left when he knew mum was going to give birth. as a kid, every time he came back we were open enough to let him back into our lives. it started to turn into angst during my teenage years though. then when 'it' happened, it became loathing. the trust issues also kicked in. like i said before, i find it so difficult to trust anyone, never mind males. i find it difficult to let people in because whenever i have done so in my life, it always backfires so in the end, i've just closed myself off to such things so it'll never happen again. i'm generally a positive thinker though, i look ahead rather than at the past. i like to believe things can only get better. a glass half full and all that. i think it's the only way to live when you've had a pretty bad past. things could always have been a lot worse. i'm a really dreamy person. i always have my head in the clouds and my feet are never on the ground. metaphorically speak, of course. i'm a big believer in fate and destiny. what will be will be. however chance and choices also play a big role. i'm generally an indecisive person, so i get really het up about choices sometimes. but hey ho. that's just me.
"well, i like a lot of things. so i suppose i should start listing otherwise it'll take forever. just listen to me rambling again. sorry about that, what was i supposed to be doing? oh yes, likes. nature, english accents, blonde hair, the outdoors, my job, seeing, making prophecies, flowers, animals, travelling, new people, muggles, places with history, seeing people in love, seeing families on an outing together, beaches, waterfalls, places of general interest, compliments, making my own robes, sewing, ireland, things that shine, jewellery, salad, mineral water, reading, friends, my sister, my mother, muggle television programmes, toddlers, walks in the countryside, formal occasions, not being able to feel awkward silences, formal attire, politeness, the stars, soft breezes, muggle inventions, uniforms, live music, people who smile constantly, watching ballet, positive thinking. is that enough?"
dislikes:
"not being able to help someone, 'seeing' something horrifying, people who laugh at my accent, people who don't think i realise i can hear them laughing at me, crowds, the tickling sensation you get on your feet when travelling by floo powder, chocolate frogs, my father, dancing, people thinking im a little odd, being self conscious, the colour pink, girls who show too much skin, not being able to find love, nightmares, parents who don't care for their children, seeing anything wasted, being ill, having to go to st mungos, sudden and loud noises, attention, negativity, shouting, arguments, seeing people cry, crying myself, not having a lot of confidence, being overlooked, too much make-up, animal testing, not being able to dance, show offs, pureblood status, greasy food, the feeling of being watched, the feeling of being followed, one dimensional people, the feeling of panic, dementors. i'm struggling to think up any more. it's quite difficult when you're put on the stop, isn't it?
strengths:
"i'm quite nifty when it comes to charms, even i have to admit that. you see, being an unspeakable at the ministry i have to live under the protection of the fidielus charm. i can also see the future, all be it i'm not a brilliant seer, for example i don't see all the time and i can't tell you what you're going to have for tea. i just... i don't know. it just randomly comes over me and i see something important. because i understand the seer's way of life my job is to go out collecting the memories for the prophecies at the ministry. so i suppose my sight is a strength. i'm very calm, i can put up with a hell of a lot which certainly has helped me in my life. erm, i like meeting new people, all be it i might not make the greatest impression on the planet but i don't usually hold back, does that even count as a strength? i guess it does. reading. that's a strength. i adore reading about anything and everything which means i have a little bit of knowledge on pretty much every subject.
weaknesses:
"i bottle my feelings up. then i get home and just cry myself to sleep and it makes me feel awful and that really sucks. i have pretty big trust issues. i mean, obviously i have to be careful with who i trust anyway because of my job and seeing ability because i can be targeted but because of my dad did to my mother, my sister and i when we were younger i have real trouble trusting people. i can't dance, yes! it's a weakness. it means i can't go clubbing and meet people that way. i wouldn't go clubbing if i could dance anyway, i'd hate the crowds and the loud music. it'd frighten me. i'm quite easily shaken, since my time in azkaban. the very thought of the dementors scares the living daylights out of me. but there's more about that later. i can be really protective over my little sister as well. she's definitely my weakness. if anything happened to her i would really be worth nothing."
fears:
"being as bad at parenting as my father. in fact, change that to my father. i was scared of him when i was a child and now i'm scared of him coming back into our lives. i'm scared of what he did to me and what he might do if i ever see him again. i'm terrified of dementors. my time in azkaban really scarred me. i love all magical creatures, but they are something else. i don't believe anyone should be submitted to that horror even if they've committed the worst crimes. going over awful memories in your mind is awful, just awful. i guess i'm scared of letting my mum down. she's done so much for me and my sister i just want to make her happy. so that would mean grandchildren and the such. as of yet, i haven't found anyone. like i said but i'm waiting for the fate to take over."
dreams:
"i really want my own family. i love kids, you can just cuddle them and love them. obviously, first i need to find someone to have children with. i want it to be a super steady relationship though. marriage and all that. i don't want to bring a child into this world unless i know it's life will be everything i wanted mine to be. obviously it's a big dream and i understand that but it's one i'm really striving for. i'm dreaming of a good retirement fund already. i'm really glad i have a good job but retiring and not having to live under the protection of the fidelius charm. not being able to tell anyone anything can be very tiring. i think i'm in the right job though because i probably wouldn't tell anyone anyway because of my trust issues. i'd love to work with children at some point in my career. say, if a child at hogwarts or someone at the university had the 'sight' i'd be able to help them and i don't know. but i feel it'd be really rewarding and perfect for my self esteem."
secrets:
"it's always been known about my time in azkaban so that's kind of broken an idea. i hold many secrets due to my job but they're not my secrets so they don't really apply. my sight is a secret. no one just the ministry knows about it. like i said, it's not the best sight that's ever been, in fact it's a little rubbish compared to some seers but it's certainly come in useful. i have seen some pretty important stuff that's come in handy for the projects we do down in the department of mysteries. obviously, i can't go into detail otherwise i'd be called a speakable and that doesn't sound half as impressive. another secret is my love for ballet. i grew up taking lessons back in ireland but i was always so rubbish at it which is kind of upsetting. i love watching it so much, i just wish i was better after all that money mum spent on the lessons."
personality:
"i'm an extremely serene person. nothing can really annoy me, or appear to annoy me. i do tend to just glide around and appear to be in my own little world a lot of the time. so people do think i'm a little weird and i know that they do. i'd rather they spoke to me rather than spoke about me to other people about how strange they think i am. i think my serenity scares them a little. what with my past in azkaban, they don't seem to think that i'm actually not faking it. it's how i am. i don't like being angry and walking around with my stubborn head in the air. i hate it when people think that's acceptable behaviour. i can't believe they've grown up in a family where that is acceptable. my sister and i have been brought up to be polite and considerate to those around us and if you have nothing interesting or constructive to say then to keep it to ourselves rather than cause trouble and that's definitely how i carry myself throughout life. gracious i think is the correct word. nobody likes a snob and i think, if i live in my own world, who can say i'm comparing? not that'd i'd compare my life to anyone else's anyway. i'm not really all that bothered about nosying in other people's business, it's not my problem and it never will be. anyway, i'm really quite a mysterious person. for example, people have heard a lot about me for the wrong reasons but they don't expect me to be so introverted and quiet. i'm not shy, definitely not, i find it easy to start conversations with people but i definitely perfer smaller groups or having reading time on my own. i'm a complete bookworm. if you see me when i'm not sociallising (which is most of the time) i'll have my nose in a book and they tend to be informational books seventy percent of the time. i love wizarding history. it's so interesting. i own all of bathilda bagshot's work, it cost me a fortune.
the big events in my life have certainly influenced my personality and made me who i am today. when my dad first left us i was only two and my sister was a month off being born. obviously at that age i never really understood but it confused me on why my dad had left when he knew mum was going to give birth. as a kid, every time he came back we were open enough to let him back into our lives. it started to turn into angst during my teenage years though. then when 'it' happened, it became loathing. the trust issues also kicked in. like i said before, i find it so difficult to trust anyone, never mind males. i find it difficult to let people in because whenever i have done so in my life, it always backfires so in the end, i've just closed myself off to such things so it'll never happen again. i'm generally a positive thinker though, i look ahead rather than at the past. i like to believe things can only get better. a glass half full and all that. i think it's the only way to live when you've had a pretty bad past. things could always have been a lot worse. i'm a really dreamy person. i always have my head in the clouds and my feet are never on the ground. metaphorically speak, of course. i'm a big believer in fate and destiny. what will be will be. however chance and choices also play a big role. i'm generally an indecisive person, so i get really het up about choices sometimes. but hey ho. that's just me.
parents:
"my idiot of a father is cole quirrell. his very name makes me feel ill. i can't believe i'm stuck with his last name. my mother is called andrea norrleah. see, irish last name. that's where i get my accent."
siblings:
"i have one younger sister. i would say little sister but she's not so little anymore. she's twenty three and a former slytherin. i love her to pieces."
others:
"muggle cousins and the such. but that's all. we're quite a small family."
history:
"this is going to be awful for me to talk about so i might need a break or something part way through. i'm hoping it will help to get it off my chest and talk about it to someone. so here we go. i was born into the quirrell family and all was well. they probably argued about twice as much as an ordinary couple but that was just to show the cracks that were forming in the relationship. they never really got along well as a couple and they seemed to believe that having me would bring them closer. oh how wrong they were. the fact that a baby was crying every hour of the night and day wound my dad up even more. my mother was always very graceful, did whatever he said in an attempt to keep the family together, i thank her for that. but it was never to be with my father being the person he was. i have no idea why she fell for him, love works in mysterious ways i guess. the best thing about their relationship was that he worked away in the usa a lot of the time and we wouldn't see him for three weeks at a time so mum was always a stay at home type. she did well at looking after us alone. even when our dad was home, he'd just sit in front of the television (a muggle contraption that we owned) and help in no way at all. he'd make mess, oh yes, that was easy enough for him, but he'd never clean it up. that was seen as mum's job. she was very patient with him. i think that's where i get my patience from really. if it wasn't for her influence i'd probably have been the most awful person.
when i was two and mum was eight month pregnant with my sister, dad found some reason to have a go at her and left without a forwarding address or anything. mum was distraught, she was now an official single mum. she didn't have a job and didn't know how she was going to support me, let alone my sister who was about to come into the world. luckily, my sister was born healthy but this was where the problems really started. luckily, i was now at a local playgroup (a muggle group for toddlers to begin their learning experience) so i was out of mums hair for at least four hours a day so mum's full attention could be on my sister during that time. that really helped her out i should think. we were getting along just fine then, dad returned on my fifth birthday. just appeared on our doorstep with huge amounts of presents for me. being so young, we welcomed him back in and mum, being so forgiving didn't have a problem with it at all. he moved in, then left again six months later. by this point i was starting to realise the pain that my fathers absences caused to my mum. my sister was only three so obviously didn't quite get it. all i remember is the arguing, i grew up quite quickly, covering my sisters ears any time they did argue. it's horrifying for children to hear y'know. it starts to get ridiculous but he turned up on my sisters fifth birthday as well bribing her with loads of presents. i was seven at the time and took mum through to the other room (my sister was still in sight, i wouldn't leave her with him, even back then) and forced out of her what was going on. i tried to tell her not to let him back in our lives again but seeing my sister with a father made us both melt and he started living with us again. myself and my mum were very distant to start off with, though she eventually came around while i didn't trust him. i was right, he left again within three months. we were broken.
he obviously didn't care at all but he seemed to think it was okay to come and go as he pleased. when things weren't going his way, he'd return to us to pick up the pieces. i think he realised that i never trusted him during that time because when he returned when i turned eleven he seemed to not even try with me. he simply concentrated on my little sister and charming my mum. i saw right through him. however, a week before he arrived i received my hogwarts letter. mum knew about hogwarts and dad being a wizard but it never occured to her that i would be a witch. she was so proud and my sister, obviously jealous. my mum announced the news to my father then left us to talk about it and he simply looked at me and spat at my feet. i cried myself to sleep for the next week. but then i hit a point where i built a metaphorical brick wall and he would no longer bother me and make my life a misery. i vowed that i would get my mum and sister away before he crossed our paths again because i knew it was only a matter of time before he left and it wasn't long at all. three weeks to be exact. something clicked in my mind and i became somewhat a carer of the family that summer. i'd know that my sister was going to knock her glass off the table before she did it. i 'saw'. i think that's the point where i became a 'seer'. i can't really explain it. i see things that will make our lives easier and help people. nothing crazily impressive. but the ministry registered me as a seer the week before i left for hogwarts. we didn't struggle with money for my uniform and books, mum got herself a job at the local muggle infant school and my sister was nine so was well into her school life.
anyway, i left for hogwarts by myself. i loved the place, it was somewhere i could really get away from it all. i stayed in tough with my mum and sister while i was there. writing weekly letters. however, on halloween at the feast i had my biggest vision. i saw my father returning to them in four days time. i wrote to them, telling them to get away from the house. by this time they'd both seen how he was and packed up and left for a week and lived at my grandmas. the letter was left at the house and my father found it. he then knew i was behind it and sent me a howler. it was the most embarrassing moment in my life. i only had a small group of friends because i tended to keep myself to myself but for the whole school to hear that was terrifying. luckily, being in hufflepuff my friends were wonderfully loyal and stayed by my side. my dad didn't try again for a few years but then in my third year, when my sister began at hogwarts he tried at christmas. i knew that she'd been sending him letters since she started at school. he was so proud she was put in slytherin. i woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with my dorm mates around me. within minutes our head of house was carrying me to the hospital wing. i was struggling to cope with a certain vision. i came to realise that the bigger the vision the more you suffer so i was quite happy with my small sights. to date, that was my worst. i was throwing up for four days afterwards. i saw my father breaking into my mothers house and winning her over and never letting me set foot there again. i let my mother know but not my sister, i didn't want our dad knowing i'd seen what he was up too. he knew i was a 'seer' but he thought of me as a freak.
mum uprooted and moved closer to my grandma, up in the northern ireland instead of agreeing to living under the protection of the fidelius charm. we remained safe for the next five years and i finished hogwarts with extremely good grades due to my lesser worrying. i was accepted into university on a charms major and divination minor though the day i was due to leave my sister and mother to start at univeristy, my father found out where we lived. i didn't have enough time to see it because he came straight away. he also brought ministry hit wizards with him, he was claiming that i had performed a complicated curse on his house and that i was raising an army to take over the ministry. i was taken from my house, to azkaban prison and left there. i had no idea what was going on. but being around dementors was the worst experience of my life, i think i was there half a day before i was begging them to kill me. i could only hear my mother crying and my father leaving and then mum screaming as i was taken away. luckily, i was only there for a month then i had my trial. the wizgamot saw not reason for me to have done such an awful thing and also found that it wasn't me that had cursed my dads house, it was him. he was charged on false accusation and torture. he'd put me through so much, it was nice to know my struggles were being compensated. i didn't want him to go to azkaban though, no one should have to go through that. i tried to appeal and just have him do labour or something, but they believed that azkaban for two years and a restraining order was the correct punishment.
i was a state. i was constantly jumping at small noises and never cried. i bottled things up and i never slept well. constantly tossing and turning. i eventually caught up at university and my sleep became better at the thought of dad not being able to come near us again. the whole thing was well publicised and the whole world knew of my capture and release and my father. but people still seem to think that because i've been in azkaban, i'm a 'bad one'. but i just let it go over my head. i shouldn't have to dwell on it. i graduated from university four years ago with the highest mark i could achieve and immediately got myself a place in the ministry. within a year i was promoted to an unspeakable in the department of mysteries. this again was all over the papers. someone who had been put in azkaban was open to the overwhelming secrets of the wizarding world. some people still don't trust me in there now. i've been working there for two years now and the 'head of department' position is looking extremely promising. i don't spend my time being overly ambitious though. most of my time is spent with my mum or reading or walking. i just have to see how things pan out really, don't i?"
"my idiot of a father is cole quirrell. his very name makes me feel ill. i can't believe i'm stuck with his last name. my mother is called andrea norrleah. see, irish last name. that's where i get my accent."
siblings:
"i have one younger sister. i would say little sister but she's not so little anymore. she's twenty three and a former slytherin. i love her to pieces."
others:
"muggle cousins and the such. but that's all. we're quite a small family."
history:
"this is going to be awful for me to talk about so i might need a break or something part way through. i'm hoping it will help to get it off my chest and talk about it to someone. so here we go. i was born into the quirrell family and all was well. they probably argued about twice as much as an ordinary couple but that was just to show the cracks that were forming in the relationship. they never really got along well as a couple and they seemed to believe that having me would bring them closer. oh how wrong they were. the fact that a baby was crying every hour of the night and day wound my dad up even more. my mother was always very graceful, did whatever he said in an attempt to keep the family together, i thank her for that. but it was never to be with my father being the person he was. i have no idea why she fell for him, love works in mysterious ways i guess. the best thing about their relationship was that he worked away in the usa a lot of the time and we wouldn't see him for three weeks at a time so mum was always a stay at home type. she did well at looking after us alone. even when our dad was home, he'd just sit in front of the television (a muggle contraption that we owned) and help in no way at all. he'd make mess, oh yes, that was easy enough for him, but he'd never clean it up. that was seen as mum's job. she was very patient with him. i think that's where i get my patience from really. if it wasn't for her influence i'd probably have been the most awful person.
when i was two and mum was eight month pregnant with my sister, dad found some reason to have a go at her and left without a forwarding address or anything. mum was distraught, she was now an official single mum. she didn't have a job and didn't know how she was going to support me, let alone my sister who was about to come into the world. luckily, my sister was born healthy but this was where the problems really started. luckily, i was now at a local playgroup (a muggle group for toddlers to begin their learning experience) so i was out of mums hair for at least four hours a day so mum's full attention could be on my sister during that time. that really helped her out i should think. we were getting along just fine then, dad returned on my fifth birthday. just appeared on our doorstep with huge amounts of presents for me. being so young, we welcomed him back in and mum, being so forgiving didn't have a problem with it at all. he moved in, then left again six months later. by this point i was starting to realise the pain that my fathers absences caused to my mum. my sister was only three so obviously didn't quite get it. all i remember is the arguing, i grew up quite quickly, covering my sisters ears any time they did argue. it's horrifying for children to hear y'know. it starts to get ridiculous but he turned up on my sisters fifth birthday as well bribing her with loads of presents. i was seven at the time and took mum through to the other room (my sister was still in sight, i wouldn't leave her with him, even back then) and forced out of her what was going on. i tried to tell her not to let him back in our lives again but seeing my sister with a father made us both melt and he started living with us again. myself and my mum were very distant to start off with, though she eventually came around while i didn't trust him. i was right, he left again within three months. we were broken.
he obviously didn't care at all but he seemed to think it was okay to come and go as he pleased. when things weren't going his way, he'd return to us to pick up the pieces. i think he realised that i never trusted him during that time because when he returned when i turned eleven he seemed to not even try with me. he simply concentrated on my little sister and charming my mum. i saw right through him. however, a week before he arrived i received my hogwarts letter. mum knew about hogwarts and dad being a wizard but it never occured to her that i would be a witch. she was so proud and my sister, obviously jealous. my mum announced the news to my father then left us to talk about it and he simply looked at me and spat at my feet. i cried myself to sleep for the next week. but then i hit a point where i built a metaphorical brick wall and he would no longer bother me and make my life a misery. i vowed that i would get my mum and sister away before he crossed our paths again because i knew it was only a matter of time before he left and it wasn't long at all. three weeks to be exact. something clicked in my mind and i became somewhat a carer of the family that summer. i'd know that my sister was going to knock her glass off the table before she did it. i 'saw'. i think that's the point where i became a 'seer'. i can't really explain it. i see things that will make our lives easier and help people. nothing crazily impressive. but the ministry registered me as a seer the week before i left for hogwarts. we didn't struggle with money for my uniform and books, mum got herself a job at the local muggle infant school and my sister was nine so was well into her school life.
anyway, i left for hogwarts by myself. i loved the place, it was somewhere i could really get away from it all. i stayed in tough with my mum and sister while i was there. writing weekly letters. however, on halloween at the feast i had my biggest vision. i saw my father returning to them in four days time. i wrote to them, telling them to get away from the house. by this time they'd both seen how he was and packed up and left for a week and lived at my grandmas. the letter was left at the house and my father found it. he then knew i was behind it and sent me a howler. it was the most embarrassing moment in my life. i only had a small group of friends because i tended to keep myself to myself but for the whole school to hear that was terrifying. luckily, being in hufflepuff my friends were wonderfully loyal and stayed by my side. my dad didn't try again for a few years but then in my third year, when my sister began at hogwarts he tried at christmas. i knew that she'd been sending him letters since she started at school. he was so proud she was put in slytherin. i woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with my dorm mates around me. within minutes our head of house was carrying me to the hospital wing. i was struggling to cope with a certain vision. i came to realise that the bigger the vision the more you suffer so i was quite happy with my small sights. to date, that was my worst. i was throwing up for four days afterwards. i saw my father breaking into my mothers house and winning her over and never letting me set foot there again. i let my mother know but not my sister, i didn't want our dad knowing i'd seen what he was up too. he knew i was a 'seer' but he thought of me as a freak.
mum uprooted and moved closer to my grandma, up in the northern ireland instead of agreeing to living under the protection of the fidelius charm. we remained safe for the next five years and i finished hogwarts with extremely good grades due to my lesser worrying. i was accepted into university on a charms major and divination minor though the day i was due to leave my sister and mother to start at univeristy, my father found out where we lived. i didn't have enough time to see it because he came straight away. he also brought ministry hit wizards with him, he was claiming that i had performed a complicated curse on his house and that i was raising an army to take over the ministry. i was taken from my house, to azkaban prison and left there. i had no idea what was going on. but being around dementors was the worst experience of my life, i think i was there half a day before i was begging them to kill me. i could only hear my mother crying and my father leaving and then mum screaming as i was taken away. luckily, i was only there for a month then i had my trial. the wizgamot saw not reason for me to have done such an awful thing and also found that it wasn't me that had cursed my dads house, it was him. he was charged on false accusation and torture. he'd put me through so much, it was nice to know my struggles were being compensated. i didn't want him to go to azkaban though, no one should have to go through that. i tried to appeal and just have him do labour or something, but they believed that azkaban for two years and a restraining order was the correct punishment.
i was a state. i was constantly jumping at small noises and never cried. i bottled things up and i never slept well. constantly tossing and turning. i eventually caught up at university and my sleep became better at the thought of dad not being able to come near us again. the whole thing was well publicised and the whole world knew of my capture and release and my father. but people still seem to think that because i've been in azkaban, i'm a 'bad one'. but i just let it go over my head. i shouldn't have to dwell on it. i graduated from university four years ago with the highest mark i could achieve and immediately got myself a place in the ministry. within a year i was promoted to an unspeakable in the department of mysteries. this again was all over the papers. someone who had been put in azkaban was open to the overwhelming secrets of the wizarding world. some people still don't trust me in there now. i've been working there for two years now and the 'head of department' position is looking extremely promising. i don't spend my time being overly ambitious though. most of my time is spent with my mum or reading or walking. i just have to see how things pan out really, don't i?"
rp example:
daniel stood and failed to gulp. he tipped his head upwards in an attempt to help. closing his chocolate eyes he attempted to calm his nerves. what the hell was his playing at? he couldn't do this. what if he let everyone down? what if he got hit in the head thirty seconds in? he'd be a laughing stock, that's what. life wouldn't even be worth living. these stupid little butterflies really weren't helping. maybe if they buggered off he might actually stand a chance of slowing his heart beat and calming down. taking a deep breath, he openned his eyes and looked at his broom which laid on the bench in front of him and stretched out his arm to clasp the handle. the glimpse of the padding and flash of canary yellow robes encouraged the butterflies to breed. someone called his name from what seemed far away. it was as though he'd been placed in a bubble, things seemed almost muffled around him. his body seemed to be in autopiolet as his legs carried him to the rest of the team for a pre-game pep talk.
ten minutes later he looked around at his team mates and realised that he seemed to be the only one actually listening to the captain. surely they wanted last minute tips on how not to get a shattered skull. a sixth year girl next to him leant in and as though she'd read his thoughts, whispered, "don't worry, you get used to the nerves. you'll be fine." before passing him and quick smile and a pat on the back. it was alright for her to say, daniel was a twelve year old about to take on a team of teens up to seventeen. if anything was intimidating, that thought was. he was unsuccessful in swallowing again as they walked to the gate of the pitch. all too soon, it openned and the team walked across the lush, green grass to the centre of the arena. a team dressed in navy did the same, opposite them. ravenclaw had never looked so scary in dan's memories. damn, he could do with a glass of pumpkin juice right about now, his mouth was dry from fright and without knowing what he was doing, he and the rest of the students were in the air and the whistle was blown.
within seconds, daniel realised that his arms were grasped around the quaffle and it was his job to get it through the scoring hoops (which when he looked, seemed like a mile away). however, instinct kicked in and he shot off towards the hoops, flanked by his team mates on either side. a flash of navy swooped towards him though with a quick change of direction, he'd headed them off. his mind didn't have much time to celebrate before it occured to him that he was approaching a beater with his bat at the ready. "shit!" he whispered and quickly passed the ball to another chaser to free his mind so that he could dodge the bludger which was now heading his way. "thank god for the sloth grip roll," was the only thought he remembered throughout the whole game. it saved him on countless occasions from sustaining an injury.
by now, the butterflies had fled. maybe they were more scared than daniel of getting smacked by a beater or maybe, just maybe dan was getting into the game a little more. there was little space to be thinking about nerves when one has to have their wits about them and stay alert to ensure they don't get themselves a cracked rib cage. the game passed in a whirlwind of ducking and diving and as quickly as the game had started, daniel potter found himself taking off his muddy robes and looking proudly at the 'potter' written in arial on the back panel. they hadn't won, but my god had they put up a fight. he had to be reminded over and over again that he, himself had scored eight goals for the team and between the chasers they'd managed an excellent fourteen. unfortunately for them, their seeker just wasn't quick enough. the team weren't upset though, in fact, they were positive towards the next game. damn, potter had found his love in quidditch.
daniel stood and failed to gulp. he tipped his head upwards in an attempt to help. closing his chocolate eyes he attempted to calm his nerves. what the hell was his playing at? he couldn't do this. what if he let everyone down? what if he got hit in the head thirty seconds in? he'd be a laughing stock, that's what. life wouldn't even be worth living. these stupid little butterflies really weren't helping. maybe if they buggered off he might actually stand a chance of slowing his heart beat and calming down. taking a deep breath, he openned his eyes and looked at his broom which laid on the bench in front of him and stretched out his arm to clasp the handle. the glimpse of the padding and flash of canary yellow robes encouraged the butterflies to breed. someone called his name from what seemed far away. it was as though he'd been placed in a bubble, things seemed almost muffled around him. his body seemed to be in autopiolet as his legs carried him to the rest of the team for a pre-game pep talk.
ten minutes later he looked around at his team mates and realised that he seemed to be the only one actually listening to the captain. surely they wanted last minute tips on how not to get a shattered skull. a sixth year girl next to him leant in and as though she'd read his thoughts, whispered, "don't worry, you get used to the nerves. you'll be fine." before passing him and quick smile and a pat on the back. it was alright for her to say, daniel was a twelve year old about to take on a team of teens up to seventeen. if anything was intimidating, that thought was. he was unsuccessful in swallowing again as they walked to the gate of the pitch. all too soon, it openned and the team walked across the lush, green grass to the centre of the arena. a team dressed in navy did the same, opposite them. ravenclaw had never looked so scary in dan's memories. damn, he could do with a glass of pumpkin juice right about now, his mouth was dry from fright and without knowing what he was doing, he and the rest of the students were in the air and the whistle was blown.
within seconds, daniel realised that his arms were grasped around the quaffle and it was his job to get it through the scoring hoops (which when he looked, seemed like a mile away). however, instinct kicked in and he shot off towards the hoops, flanked by his team mates on either side. a flash of navy swooped towards him though with a quick change of direction, he'd headed them off. his mind didn't have much time to celebrate before it occured to him that he was approaching a beater with his bat at the ready. "shit!" he whispered and quickly passed the ball to another chaser to free his mind so that he could dodge the bludger which was now heading his way. "thank god for the sloth grip roll," was the only thought he remembered throughout the whole game. it saved him on countless occasions from sustaining an injury.
by now, the butterflies had fled. maybe they were more scared than daniel of getting smacked by a beater or maybe, just maybe dan was getting into the game a little more. there was little space to be thinking about nerves when one has to have their wits about them and stay alert to ensure they don't get themselves a cracked rib cage. the game passed in a whirlwind of ducking and diving and as quickly as the game had started, daniel potter found himself taking off his muddy robes and looking proudly at the 'potter' written in arial on the back panel. they hadn't won, but my god had they put up a fight. he had to be reminded over and over again that he, himself had scored eight goals for the team and between the chasers they'd managed an excellent fourteen. unfortunately for them, their seeker just wasn't quick enough. the team weren't upset though, in fact, they were positive towards the next game. damn, potter had found his love in quidditch.
katie , seventeen , female , chillin' , daniel potter and anton rosier - sexy beasts , a promise doesn't mean a thing anymore.
