Post by DOMINICA YVETTE SPINNET on May 23, 2014 21:12:32 GMT -5
ϟ DOMINICA YVETTE SPINNET ϟ
has been accepted to
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
FULL NAME | dominica yvette spinnet.
NICKNAMES | dom.
DATE OF BIRTH | july 17th, 1961.
GENDER | female.
SEXUALITY | heterosexual.
AGE | sixteen.
HOUSE | ravenclaw.
YEAR | sixth.
LINEAGE | pureblood.
FINANCIAL STATUS | middle class.
WAND | oak, eleven inches, unicorn horn.
ALLEGIANCE: order supporter.
FACE CLAIM | jennifer lawrence.
MODIFICATIONS | none.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | freckles.
STYLE | Dominica likes to wear comfortable clothing. She doesn't spend much time keeping up with trends or worrying about her hair. Mostly her wardrobe consists of earth and dark tones, casual slacks, shirts, and tank tops. She doesn't go out of her way to blend in, but she's not trying to stand out either. For classes, she, of course, wears the Hogwarts uniforms and robes of grey and black, but opts for pants before skirts when she can get away with it.
STRENGTHS | brave, mature, composed, thoughtful, adaptable.
WEAKNESSES | elusive, proud, defensive, unapproachable, unenthusiastic.
LIKES | chess, family, music, red meat, alchemy, muggle sports, hazelnut coffee, sugar quills, spices, swimming.
DISLIKES | dueling, winter, nightmares, sympathy, cliches, olives, eggs, the wealthy, neon colors, chapped lips.
BOGGART | death eater attacks.
ERISED | family reunited.
PATRONUS | fox.
AMORTENTIA | spices, fresh water, wood fires.
VERITASERUM | parents' deaths, most personal details.
PERSONALITY | A lot of people say I changed a great deal after my parents’ deaths. I would agree with them. There’s only so much a person can retain after they witness their parents being murdered. I guess I became uncharacteristically stoic. Before it all happened, I was a lot like my father. I would always try to find the silver lining in everything no matter how bleak things seemed to be. I’m working on getting that part of me back to its fully functioning settings. Optimism can be difficult sometimes.
I’m pretty good at getting people to rally behind me in that way though. It’s complicated. Sure, I can’t really convince myself that something better is coming or is out there, but I sure as hell can convince other people of that. I’ve always had a bit of natural leader in me, my mother used to say. I would lead charges on the neighborhood boys after securing an army in all of my female playmates. My favorite thing to do was give encouraging pep talks to my “troops” before we attacked. Fight the cooties, fight!
I’m over that stage- the boys part, I mean. I’m actually quite a fan now. I’ve never really dabbled in dating; I’ve never really been in a relationship. I guess I never allowed myself to be. And no, I’m not one of those people that gets all miffed about the idea of commitment. I’m not that screwed up. I just don’t feel like I’ve been in a place where having a boyfriend is what I need. I didn’t want to become dependent on someone else as a source for my happiness. I needed to find it on my own. I’m not exactly the most jubilant of gals, but I’m on my way, I guess. So yeah, I wouldn’t mind a boyfriend. If I could find one that didn't make me want to punch him, yeah.
FATHER | Jakob Spinnet, auror, pureblood, order member.
MOTHER | Aurelia Spinnet, auror, pureblood, order member.
SIBLINGS | Two older siblings.
OTHER | Regina Townsend, maternal aunt.
PETS | none.
BIRTHPLACE | London, England,
CURRENT RESIDENCE | Hogwarts Castle.
HISTORY | A lot of people say that they’re close with their family, and that’s understandable. A lot of people are. It’s all relative, see. You have the potential to be as close with your roots as you can possibly imagine you’d be. The problem, see, is that most people aren’t able to stretch their imagination past the point of no return. Most people can’t imagine just how much they can value their family. If you lost your parents or a child or a sibling, you’d start to understand, but the world is a fucked up place.
I didn’t get it when I was younger. I loved my family, of course I did! I had two great parents and two older brothers. I fought with my parents just like any other kid. I hated having a curfew and being told that I couldn’t go to this person’s house to play because of this or that or the other thing, but I would whine for a while and then drop it. My mother was one hell of a woman. She was the world’s best cook, and always prepared a family dinner at the end of the day. Even if one of us didn’t want to join, the usually sweet, demure, composed woman would put her foot down and yell for “JOHN, GET THOSE KIDS DOWN HERE”. Looking back, that was one of the things that was so flawless. She understood the benefits of a nightly family dinner. My brotherss were older brothers, so obviously, to a kid like me at that age; they were ceaselessly annoying and gross. I definitely enjoyed pulling pranks on them and bugging them as much as I could. Somehow, and maybe it’s because I was young and a pretty cute kid, they put up with me and still tucked me in at night. They’ve always had my back.
My dad, on the other hand, wasn’t really demure in any way. He was the life of our family. There wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t come up with some horrible pun or ridiculous joke that either had us doubled over in side splitting pain from laughing or staring at him blankly as he laughed at a joke that, clearly, only he found funny. His jubilant laugh always filled the house, and he enjoyed playing his banjo and knitting in his free time. I feel like this side of him was reserved only for us, for Mum, my brothers, and I. Whenever he was in his office (and he always left the door open a little bit), he was rather stoic, very focused on his work. He was a business man who put his mind to his tasks, a real hero for the wizarding world if I may say so. He and Mum did help found the Order, after all.
You’ll have to excuse my bluntness in the coming parts of the story. You said you wanted a full account, so I won’t spare you any of the gory details. No, no, don’t apologize. I’ve talked about it before. Well, of course it’s difficult. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about them. It was just so sudden, you see…
I was thirteen at the time. Newly thirteen. My birthday is about a week before the first day of school, so it’s always very busy around that time. Both of my brothers were graduated and in their own jobs, only home for a while to celebrate my birthday and see me back off to school. I was a lowly third year, with Hogsmeade trips to look forward to, and a promising shot at becoming keeper for the house team. We were discussing all these things at dinner. It was the 27th of August.
They appeared before we had a chance to react. The protections we had around our house were only so strong, I suppose, but brute force wasn’t a part of the spell. Kicking in the front door, they flooded into our foyer and then our dining room. Dad was brilliant. He never went anywhere without his wand. He shot spells every which way, flipping over the table and yelling for us to run. But there just wasn’t enough time. We were just kids, rooted to the spot with fear. It wasn’t long before there was one behind each of us, arms secured around our necks, poking their wands into our temples, pulling us to our feet. The stale mate didn’t last long. In the face of the death of one of his children, my father dropped his wand.
It was hours, and I’m quite sure that it wasn’t just my imagination. Hours. The three of us were all thrown into my room, and my middle brother held me tightly, refusing to let go. There were two death eaters in the room with us. I swear, those masks… My oldest brother refused to sit still. He continued to stand and run towards the door, slamming against it with all his might, screaming for, well, anything. I can’t explain to you the traumatizing nature of having to hear your parents’ agonizing screams from the next room. He didn’t have a wand, but that kept him going. They cursed him until he couldn’t move. He was lifeless on the floor. I thought he was dead.
It was horrible, waiting. All of it was horrible. I don’t know what I would have done if my middle brother hadn’t been beside me. But he wasn’t for long, in the scheme of things. I was the youngest, their only little girl, so I suppose I was the best target. I was taken from the room and into my father’s office, where both he and my mother were bound with magical chains to desk chairs. They were soon to be lifeless too. Tears were spilling from my mother’s eyes, and my father’s were stagnant and strong…until they saw me. My mother screamed. She didn’t stop. Blood curdling screams that made your spine shake and your knees weak from the sheer terror.
And then they tortured me. It was the only time I’ve ever seen my father cry. I didn't know what pain could be. Had I the chance, I would have begged for what I could have imagined to be absolute pain. It would have felt sweet in comparison.
My mother finally talked. She told them what they had apparently come for, something they were trying to find. And then there was blinding green light. The intruders were gone, and my parents were dead.
Life really doesn’t go back to normal after that. I didn’t go to school that year. I didn’t speak. I didn’t want to. I lived with my Aunt Regina, a stuffy woman who didn’t compare to my mother in any way. Sure, she softened a bit when she had to have me around, but I didn’t like staying with her. It was a major relief when my oldest brother finally bought a small house with the trust money we were given. I stayed there that summer, and then went back to Hogwarts, able to continue as a fourth year (I think the school was afraid to alienate me any more than I’d already alienated myself).
Things started to piece back together, as only they could. I didn’t stay a basket case forever, and I think people started to understand that. I joined the house quidditch team, started focusing in my subjects, even talking to boys. People know what happened to my parents, and they know that I went missing for a year. What do you say to an orphan girl? Hopefully they just leave me alone.
NAME/ALIAS | Boots.
HOW YOU FOUND US | admin.
OTHER CHARACTERS | james potter.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE | <3
