Post by KateEmma on Aug 1, 2007 18:13:14 GMT -5
Secret Identity - Kate-Emma
Character Name - Jordan Rae Finnigan
Parents - Seamus and Lavender Finnigan
Position in Family - Middle or Youngest (if no other takers)
House - Ravenclaw
Age/Year - 17/7th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -
(from an old RP)
Flying was the only thing that Jordan Rae Finnigan enjoyed about being a witch. Up here on her broom Jordan could be whoever she wanted to be, whoever she dreamt of being. Up here she could be popular, brilliant, known and loved… she could be all the things she currently wasn’t. Up here she lived in a world where she could tell people that she was a witch, she could have tons of friends and long hours spent around the Ravenclaw fireplace just talking about nothing, her father would be proud of what she’d done instead of angry at what she hadn’t, and her protective big brothers would step in to help her out if anything went wrong. But it wasn’t like that. To all around her Jordan was a secret, an outcast, a failure or an unwanted relative. Jordan was a mistake in the wizard world and far too different for the muggle world. Instead she danced between the two, unsuccessfully, and far too separate for anyone to befriend.
Clutching her broom as she sat in the Ravenclaw change rooms, drab and brown and only bright on a game day, Jordan thought about the relationships she had. Her strangest was with her mother, Lavender, who Jordan could not connect with. By all accounts, Jordan was the splitting image of her mother; right down to her toes, but under the skin was someone else. Jordan was not the mystical, happy-go-lucky girl Lavender had been. Jordan was cynical, obnoxious, rude and even cruel. The mother and daughter often clashed, about everything from the music Jordan listened to to the clothes she wore. Lavender had wanted a girly daughter after twin sons, but instead she’d got a Quidditch playing tomboy.
Jordan had thought that by just being herself she’d be closer to her father and brothers, but she wasn’t. It seemed her father also had a good idea about the kind of person Jordan should be, and even when Jordan did something right, Seamus was quick to point out something that she’d done wrong. Jordan’s relationships with her parents was, to say the least, strained and although her mother had denied it, Jordan would never forget something Lance had told her when she was little… she was unwanted.
Jordan’s brothers weren’t any different. Bran and Lance had never played the stereotypical big brothers role with Jordan, often excluding her and leaving her to fend for herself. Even in primary school when an older girl had terrorized Jordan by saying she was weird (if only she’d known just how weird!), her brothers had not stepped in once. Actually, that was how she’d met the one good man in her life…
Nicholas Bates had been in the year above her brothers and one day had come to her rescue when Jordan’s tormentor, a fat girl named Molly, had started shaking some ‘rispict’ into the young witch. He’d ordered Molly to let Jordan go and then demanded she give back the money stolen. He hadn’t been successful, and had received a punch in the stomach for his troubles, but Molly moved on to another innocent girl after that and Jordan and Nicholas became friends. They’d started going out only two years earlier, just after Jordan’s 14th birthday, and Jordan loved him like no one else. The only problem was that he was a muggle and Jordan had no idea how to tell him the truth. She so wanted to, but her grandmother (who had married a muggle, Seamus’ father) had told her just how hard it really was. So, instead, her grandmother helped her hide the truth for a while, sending letters from Nicholas on to Hogwarts and turning her owl post into Royal Mail letters for the boy who thought Jordan was attending nothing more than a private school in London and would be back in Dublin one day.
And Jordan knew that one day she would be back, and it would be that day that she’d tell Nicholas the truth… but it wouldn’t be today.
Walking slowly out on to the pitch, Jordan mounted her Cleansweep and kicked off the ground, rising quickly. All of her bad thoughts and memories were washed away until her head was clear again.
Up here, alone, she could be whoever she wanted to be. She could be whoever she’d always dreamt of being. She could be free.
At least until break ended…
Character Name - Jordan Rae Finnigan
Parents - Seamus and Lavender Finnigan
Position in Family - Middle or Youngest (if no other takers)
House - Ravenclaw
Age/Year - 17/7th
Time - Heals
Sample Post [repost allowed] -
(from an old RP)
Flying was the only thing that Jordan Rae Finnigan enjoyed about being a witch. Up here on her broom Jordan could be whoever she wanted to be, whoever she dreamt of being. Up here she could be popular, brilliant, known and loved… she could be all the things she currently wasn’t. Up here she lived in a world where she could tell people that she was a witch, she could have tons of friends and long hours spent around the Ravenclaw fireplace just talking about nothing, her father would be proud of what she’d done instead of angry at what she hadn’t, and her protective big brothers would step in to help her out if anything went wrong. But it wasn’t like that. To all around her Jordan was a secret, an outcast, a failure or an unwanted relative. Jordan was a mistake in the wizard world and far too different for the muggle world. Instead she danced between the two, unsuccessfully, and far too separate for anyone to befriend.
Clutching her broom as she sat in the Ravenclaw change rooms, drab and brown and only bright on a game day, Jordan thought about the relationships she had. Her strangest was with her mother, Lavender, who Jordan could not connect with. By all accounts, Jordan was the splitting image of her mother; right down to her toes, but under the skin was someone else. Jordan was not the mystical, happy-go-lucky girl Lavender had been. Jordan was cynical, obnoxious, rude and even cruel. The mother and daughter often clashed, about everything from the music Jordan listened to to the clothes she wore. Lavender had wanted a girly daughter after twin sons, but instead she’d got a Quidditch playing tomboy.
Jordan had thought that by just being herself she’d be closer to her father and brothers, but she wasn’t. It seemed her father also had a good idea about the kind of person Jordan should be, and even when Jordan did something right, Seamus was quick to point out something that she’d done wrong. Jordan’s relationships with her parents was, to say the least, strained and although her mother had denied it, Jordan would never forget something Lance had told her when she was little… she was unwanted.
Jordan’s brothers weren’t any different. Bran and Lance had never played the stereotypical big brothers role with Jordan, often excluding her and leaving her to fend for herself. Even in primary school when an older girl had terrorized Jordan by saying she was weird (if only she’d known just how weird!), her brothers had not stepped in once. Actually, that was how she’d met the one good man in her life…
Nicholas Bates had been in the year above her brothers and one day had come to her rescue when Jordan’s tormentor, a fat girl named Molly, had started shaking some ‘rispict’ into the young witch. He’d ordered Molly to let Jordan go and then demanded she give back the money stolen. He hadn’t been successful, and had received a punch in the stomach for his troubles, but Molly moved on to another innocent girl after that and Jordan and Nicholas became friends. They’d started going out only two years earlier, just after Jordan’s 14th birthday, and Jordan loved him like no one else. The only problem was that he was a muggle and Jordan had no idea how to tell him the truth. She so wanted to, but her grandmother (who had married a muggle, Seamus’ father) had told her just how hard it really was. So, instead, her grandmother helped her hide the truth for a while, sending letters from Nicholas on to Hogwarts and turning her owl post into Royal Mail letters for the boy who thought Jordan was attending nothing more than a private school in London and would be back in Dublin one day.
And Jordan knew that one day she would be back, and it would be that day that she’d tell Nicholas the truth… but it wouldn’t be today.
Walking slowly out on to the pitch, Jordan mounted her Cleansweep and kicked off the ground, rising quickly. All of her bad thoughts and memories were washed away until her head was clear again.
Up here, alone, she could be whoever she wanted to be. She could be whoever she’d always dreamt of being. She could be free.
At least until break ended…
