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 Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:21 pm
  Cammie Porter
Brianna Cameron Porter
| 1st Year |
| Gryffindor |
"You wanna fight me?" [schedule to arrive]
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:23 pm
 [Behind the scenes] you‘ll find Lily Wong [Identity is] Brianna || Cameron || Porter [Hey, I‘m] Brianna, Cameron or Cammie! [You call me] Anna, Porker, Portrait, Potty, Fatty‘s Sister I WILL hit you. [You think I‘m] Strange, not a girl, possessed, rude, and that I take things way too seriously. [I think I‘m] loyal, strong, someone who knows who I am and won‘t take anything from anyone, and not afraid of anything. [It‘s not hard] to see that I‘m a girl. [I don‘t] fancy anyone; haven‘t had a crush yet. But I would imagine boys. [I was taken from my brother] and put into Gryffindor. [My birthday] the eighth of May. [I‘m stubborn] because bulls are stubborn, and that‘s what a Taurus is. [And by the way,] I‘m eleven. [Can‘t say much] since this is my first year here. [Lucy and Spencer Porter] are the ones that raised me. [Someone said] That I‘m like half and half? I think I understand what they meant… [I use a wand] that is 7 ¼ [inches long, made of] Willow [wood for my birth and for charms, with a core of] Veela hair, since I‘m so temperamental. [Just a happy memory] and a cougar will come to my rescue. [My best friend] is a beautiful, very expensive, and nearly endangered [Andean Cat] named Harumi [My brother says] that Quidditch is this really amazing sport on brooms that resembles a flying cross between both kinds of football. But I‘m too young to play.  [I blame my parents] for my genetics. I mean, it‘s not my fault I look the way I do, other than some of my clothes and sometimes the length of my hair. I‘m about 4‘9“, which considering the average height for a twelve year old is five feet, I think I‘m doing pretty good. It gives me three inches to grow this year, which I could probably do pretty easily. My skin is really fair, especially when the winter comes along. I used to think I could glow in the dark! (Actually, once there was an incident with that…) But around summertime I get a little tan, though that comes from sunburns. That‘s how I get all my pink tints in my skin on my cheeks and arms, too, is from the sun. And don’t ask me about my build--I’m just a kid! I guess average or slender or whatever that is, since I’m not fat or chubby or super skinny or anything.
I don‘t like it though when people make fun of my “chipmunk cheeks“. It‘s just something I‘ve always had! I also used to try to not smile because of it, I hated it so much. Another thing I‘ve always hated is sometimes these two freckles show up on the front of my neck--in a perfect line with a little space between them. Some people think I was bitten by a vampire, which I wasn‘t! (That I know of). But my eyes, Lucy says, are a really pretty silver that sometimes seems blue that you don‘t see very much anymore. She also tells me that my lashes are long and that I‘m lucky to have such pretty pink lips and that neither of them or terribly thin or anything. I‘ll probably understand that when I‘m older or something.
Right now my hair is a medium brown and goes to about my shoulders, with a little bit of a lift-up at the ends. But that‘s just when my hair‘s being cooperative. Sometimes it doesn‘t like to do that and it just sits there. I like the lift--it‘s more..me. My eyebrows are pretty thin though because Mamma Mia (no, I really call her that) decided to pluck them and it HURT! A lot of my side teeth and back teeth are baby teeth, but a lot of the ones in front are adults now. They‘re not crooked, but they aren‘t pearly white, so I guess I can live with that. As for my clothes, I hardly get to pick them out, so I don‘t want to tell you my entire trunk. You can wait and see for yourselves, you perverts. [Okay, okay] I’ll tell you so just be quiet! So you wanna know about my life that bad? I‘m sure my brother could tell you most of it, really. And no, I‘m not kidding about that. Sure, he‘s only a year older than me but he‘s got a pretty good memory. I was born in lil‘ ol‘ Didcot, England. Yes, Didcot. And yes, it is a strange name. Let‘s move on now. My parents, Lucy and Spencer, were a nurse and a scientist, though they never said where or what kind. I never really bothered to ask about it anyway, as it wasn‘t all that important to me. My real mother, Mamma Mia (Her name is Mia Hammond) is an accountant or something like that, and I have a sister I get to see once in awhile named Lisa.
Anyway, Ry doesn‘t remember it much, but I used to be simply awful to him. I‘d pull his hair and hit him and take his toys…. I mean, I was a real brat. No sort-of or kind of or like about it. I WAS one. When I was about five I understood the whole ordeal between my dad, Lucy, and Mamma Mia, and I used to use that information against Ry. I‘d tell him I‘d tell Lucy or I‘d brag about knowing something he didn‘t just to get under his skin. But you know, Ry‘s kind of fragile and by the time I was in second grade I understood that.
One day, when we were walking back home from the park or something, a bunch of kids came up to Ry and started calling him fat and porker and made fun of him for having me, his “widdle sistur“ around. They started pushing and shoving and hitting him right in front of me! I got really mad, and I guess I jumped on them and started pulling and biting and clawing and kicking and punching. Ry says I even picked up a little hollow pipe that was nearby and whacked them real hard with it. And ever since, I‘ve been looking out for Ry, and won‘t allow anyone other than myself to mess with my big brother!
Though for awhile people teased him even more because, not only did a girl protect him, but it was his “widdle sistur“ nonetheless. Well, I was suspended from school for about two weeks because I beat every one of them I could find bloody for messing with MY big brother. Needless to say, a lot of them backed off right away from it. Lucy says sometimes that I get really mad, and I know it‘s true since I never remember, that I black out what‘s going on and go on an actual rage. One time I sort of woke up while standing in the kitchen and it was two whole days later!
Then, when I was seven we were going to move to London! I was real excited because I‘d only been there once for a trip to go and see the sights with my class and stuff and it was so cool! But that‘s when Ry started showing he was magic and we didn‘t move. I didn‘t talk to him for a really long time, but I got over it. They made it up to me by us all going to the states and we were around there for awhile, visiting Universal Studios and the Grand Canyon and Disneyland. It was great!
When I was nine, so Ry was about ten, I started showing I was magic, too! Lucy and Spencer were so proud of both of us, but Mamma Mia was so mad! Lisa didn‘t mind, but that‘s because she‘s pretty understanding about everything. Actually, one night I was talking about how I was so white I could glow in the dark. And then…I actually did! It was a complete accident and it took awhile for that to go away. I had to miss some school and everything, and it was really boring being at home all the time for it.
And then Ry went away to Hogwarts for a year. And I was absolutely miserable. I didn‘t have a big brother to pick on or protect anymore, and he was kind of my best friend, you know? So Lucy and dad decided that I should go spend the year (except for Christmas break) with Mamma Mia and Lisa so that I could get to know them better.
And then a few months ago, when I was still with them I got my letter! I rushed home and I remember jumping up and down and all over the place showing everyone my letter. And now I‘m here at Hogwarts, and I‘m going to look after my big brother just great! I hear there‘s a magic train and he‘s told me about Quidditch and the professors and I can‘t sit still for too long when I think about the adventure ahead of me. [What do you want from me?] Sheesh you are really persistant? I mean, first everything before, and then my like, life, and NOW you want to know all about ME? Well, you‘ll have better luck figuring this out for yourself, and some of this might change later you know. I‘m just warning you. I guess I should just tell you now that if you say a joke I don‘t understand, it‘s probably something mature. My brother is, I‘m sorry, a wimp and he‘s a good person, shy. He wouldn‘t know it and certainly wouldn‘t pass it on to me. And I‘m only eleven so there‘s a whole lot I‘m not going to understand anyway. Was anything so far in this sarcastic you ask? I honestly can‘t tell you.
Alright, let‘s have a little fun, shall we? How I act towards you depends on how I see you act around my brother first and foremost, and then to me. If you‘re nice to my brother or indifferent, you‘re alright. The second you start trashing on him though is the same second I‘m sending a fist (or a hex when I learn one) your way. No one gets to pick on Ry but me, and that‘s final! Maybe that CJ person he was talking about, too. MAYBE. He is MY brother. MINE!!!! And yes, I have a complex and yes, I am very possessive. I’m scared to death of losing him--he’s precious to me. He’s my best friend.
I can handle some jokes or some teasing, but if you‘re just flat out rude to me, don‘t expect my good graces. I‘ll stick my nose up in the air like some priss of a person and just leave you behind and not take a second glance. Unless you‘re crying, then I might glance back. If I actually feel like it anyway. And don‘t expect some little girly girl or something. I may be a girl, and I may be eleven, but I‘m tough and I‘d rather be out there playing american flag football with all the boys then doing make-up or going shopping or reading or something. I‘m a total tomboy and I like it that way. I like to joke and wrestle around and get down and dirty. So if I hit your arm suddenly, I‘m probably just laughing with you and enjoying myself--I‘m not necessarily mad.
Which reminds me--I‘m probably going to be found among you or other people and doing other boyish things. Like l lifting heavy stuff or doing push ups and pull ups or arm wrestling. But especially the arm wrestling--I‘ll never ever turn down a challenge to arm wrestle. I find it exhilarating to compete for dominancy. And the only thing that‘ll be different with how I act between students and staff is that I‘ll have a little more respect for the staff. That‘s just how that works.
By myself is a little bit of a different story. I‘ll run sometimes, though not much. Back in the states I learned how to bowl and when I was little I learned how to play Frisbee and a little boxing. So I like to run around and burn up my energy, if you couldn‘t guess. Sometimes I‘ll stop and I‘ll draw something or make a journal entry, but I‘m not obsessed with that. But here‘s a secret--I have this white bear no bigger than a ruler tall and it‘s got a golden halo and golden wings. It‘s my angel bear and I have it usually when I‘m feeling lost or alone and I like to hold it tight. But NO ONE is allowed to touch or see it. It‘s definitely a by myself thing. I think if anyone found out about it, I’d DIE.
When I get really bored though, that‘s when I‘ll pull out the homework. Occasionally I‘ll remember to do it when I have the time straight off, but I‘ll usually save it for later when I‘m bored or tired or done doing everything else I‘m doing. I‘m usually pretty good at keeping quiet in class and doing my work there, but I do get distracted from time to time. And there are days where I can sit still or pay attention through the whole lesson and I‘ll find myself doing something other than listening to the professor. Mostly in lectures though. So my grades are alright. I think Defense Against the Dark Arts will probably be my most difficult course. Or Herbology.
Speaking of which, I heard there was this thing not too long ago about girls trying to find plants or make potions or charms or something to get guys to like them more or to make themselves pretty. HEL-LO! If you have to resort to something like that to get some guy to like you, either one or both of you are losers or I don‘t even know what. But keep away from me you pathetic little priss. I‘m not really into the dating scene anyway I guess. Still kinda young, you know? I mean, I‘ve had a small crush once or twice, but I don‘t really care.
But as I stated before, I definitely am not perfect. If you make me mad enough, and usually that‘s by my brother, you can send me straight into a rage and I‘ll wail on you for I don‘t know how long or how bad. And I won‘t remember a bloody thing and snap back to who knows how long after. I‘m really defensive. If you call me or my family strumpets or something though, I‘ll get mad and whack you in the face anyway. But I won‘t rage on you. Consider yourself lucky. I have this weird laugh, too. And sometimes I snort when I laugh and it‘s embarrassing, but I don‘t do it all the time.[Thumbs Up]
My brother Ry [Shawn Porter]
My sister Lisa
Lucy and Dad
Sports [this includes Frisbee and arm wrestling]
Mud
Joking around
Ice Cream
Blue stuff
Postcards
CJ (maybe) [Thumbs Down]
People who aren‘t nice to my brother
Robert McClellan
Girly stuff
Female stereotypes
Losing
Gray. Just don‘t like Gray
Not a big fan of black or white either--no shades
Fashion
Baking
Too much math
Herbology[Shh] I own hairclips to keep my bangs out of my face (amazingly). And they're butterflies and flowers. Four hair ties, two headbands, a star spangled bandana and one little lip gloss. This is all mostly secret.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:32 pm
The code *Please pm your filled out code. Entitle the pm "Tough Code" so I know what it is and who it's for.[size=9][b]Name:[/b] [color=YOURCOLOR][/color]
[b]Year:[/b]
[b]House:[/b]
[b]Relationship:[/b] (list the different types)
[b]What you think of Cammie:[/b] (can be written in 1st or 3rd person)
[b]History, if any:[/b]
[b]Plot ideas:[/b][/size] In my head, you're...  Faculty[Ms. Delavaniteux, Defence Against the Dark Arts]
[Ms. Del'Cour'D'Amor, Defence Against the Dark Arts]
[Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration]
[Professor Snape, Potions] Gryffindors[Lillian Austen]
Sun Bae
[Adelaide Burkley [Alice!]]
[Bridgette Cooke]
[Bellatrix Narcissa d'Mort [Bellacissa]]
[Jane Driscoll]
[Leigh Guidry]
[Matthias Ibn La-Ahad]
[Skander McHale]
[Brianna Porter [Cammie]
[William Raines]
[Dorian "Jake" Ritter]
[Juliet Setterfield]
[Lorraine Shaw [Lori]]
[Myranda Summers]
[Bailey Ann Thompson]
[Eriol Turner [Eli]]
[Fidelious Violino [Fig]]
[George Weasley]
[Oliver Wood]
[Emmit Yates [Glenn]] Hufflepuff[Mackenzie Alexanders [Mac/Kenzie]]
[Jamie Austen]
[Sirius Austen]
[Joanne Batten]
[Jin Choi]
[Eleanor Davis]
[Cedric Diggory]
[Dominic Gellar]
[Julian "Mac" MacGregor]
[Elvis McKay [Barrett]]
[Mary Perison]
[Shawn Porter [Ry]]
 [Shaynne Randle [Hollywood]]
[Andromeda Reinhardt]
[Richard "Rick" Samuels]
[Kamille Sirianni]
[Ayşe Toluk]
[Amber Wolfsten]
[Athenadora Zakarova]
[Quinton Zsarcaspian] Ravenclaws[Layla Alexander]
[Zaidin Berkeley]
[Angelica Carrington [Angie]]
[Sara-Fleur Delacour]
[Myranda Halliwell]
[Adela Heid]
[Masika Het-Heru]
[Kevin Jameson]
[Jasper Jennings [Mooch]
 [Alanis Jensen]
[Maddox Kingsley]
[Julia Lavigne]
[Ryan Martin]
[Nathaniel Mason]
[Annibelle Massey [Ania]]
[Tracey O'Donnell]
[Ophelia Ozma]
[Cameron Rivers]
[Rosaline Windsor] Slytherins[Brady Allen IV]
[Ramsey Castillo]
[Zaccheus Dane]
[Lolita Doerity [Dotey]]
[Cordelia Jones] I believe CJ is the person that my brother spoke of that one time. She really helped him out when I couldn't (so I'm a little jealous), but I'm glad someone was watching his back while I was away.
[Rain Larks]
[Amanda Lilliquist]
[Skylar Martin]
[Johanna Mattson]
[Robert McClellan] You can burn in bloody hell for messing with my brother you dirty blockhead!
[Melanie Parks]
[Aidan Reese]
[Cecilia Rigby]
[Leander Sacre]
[Junko Saehara]
[Elizabeth Spelling]
[Raphael Stark]
[Azula Tanaka]
[Lyra Winner]
[Olivia Zsarcaspian]
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:34 pm
 But to you I am... GRYFFINDORRAVENCLAWHUFFLEPUFFName: Shawn Porter [Ry]
Year: 2nd
House: Hufflepuff
Relationship: ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ You're family to me (literally) and ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺ Only one I can trust
What you think of Cammie: Brianna's my sister. She's really tough and acts more like a boy than I do. But I love her and she's really one of the most individualist and tough people you'll ever meet!''
History, if any: We're brother and sister, only one year apart. We have all the history in the world.
Plot ideas: Brianna should beat up some bullies for Shawn.SLYTHERIN
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:36 pm
 The Family  Name: Spencer Lee Porter Age: 35 House: Hufflepuff Year of Graduation: 1972-1973 Birthday: August 1st [Leo] Relationship: Dad Model: Michael Breslin, telecommunications expert A Taste of Personality: Prideful, stubborn, misleading but honest. Likes to make people laugh. A Bit of Background: Spencer went through his time at Hogwarts pulling pranks and seldom studying. He paid attention in class (though threw around a few jokes) and played Quidditch for a year and a half, stopping because of a serious injury to his arm and shoulder from a Bludger attack. After he graduated, he made his way to the Muggle world as he didn't want to be reminded of his true joy. Along the way, he came across Mia Hammond and they had a girl, though she left him and took their daughter as soon as she found out he was a wizard. After a grieving, he met Lucy and they got married and had a child, Spencer. Their marriage hit some rocks and he ended up having a short affair with Mia again and Brianna was born. He kept Brianna this time, and has been working ever since to prove his loyalty to Lucy, forever sorry for his mistake.
 Name: Lucia (Lucy) Melissa Porter (Belldoe)Age: 37 Birthday: December 4th [Sagittarius] Relationship: Step-mum Model: Ricki Lake, actress A Taste of Personality: Always running around, kind, forgiving, adaptable, fairly responsible, likes to travel. Straight-forward but secretive. A Bit of Background: Lucy grew up in the Muggle world and never had any experience with magic outside of those people doing tricks on the stage. That was, until she met Spencer Porter. She was reluctant to believe him for awhile, thinking it was some sort of joke, but eventually accepted it as truth. In fact, she thought it was rather fun to be married to a wizard with all the strange things he liked to pull (so long as no one else was around). After Shawn, she realized that he might be magic too and became very excited. That was…until she found out about Spencer‘s affair with the woman who‘d left him cold--Mia Hammond. She was very upset for a long time, and still doesn‘t fully trust him anymore, though he‘s gained some back, but she would like to believe she‘s forgiven him. She took on the daughter that was born and has raised the girl as her own child ever since, never letting her on about her other mother.
 Name: Mia Alanna HammondAge: 39 Birthday: November 15 [Scorpio] Relationship: Mum Model: Tina Gloss, actress A Taste of Personality: Straight-forward, orderly, ambitious, work-focused, nearly no-nonsense, serious, clever, sneaky. Down to earth. A Bit of Background: Mia Hammond was born and raised in a business family. She was raised with values like ambition, cleverness, organization. And she truly flourished in the harsh environment that this created. She grew up wanting to have nothing to do with fairy tales, magic, and silly little dreams that were impossible to achieve. All goals had to be within some amount of reach; had to be realistic. She met Spencer Porter when he was out on a travel and she was doing business, and she fell in love with his down to earth style coated over with humor. They‘d done splendidly, even had a child, Lisa, but the instant Spencer began spouting off about magic and witches and wizards and special schools she packed her bags and left. She tried dating others, but she found that even after a number of years she couldn‘t stay away and began an affair with him, birthing Brianna. She left Brianna to be raised by Spencer but she and Lisa visited the child, though she secretly detests the second girl was magic and had a magic half-brother.
 Name: Lisa Jasmine HammondAge: 15 Birthday: August 26th [Virgo] Relationship: Older sister Model: Danielle Hanratty, actress A Taste of Personality: Easily hurt, supportive, willing to give up something for another’s benefit, jealous, and suppressive of own negative feelings. A Bit of Background: Lisa grew up with her mom, only seeing her mom‘s boyfriends as father figures. After Brianna was born, she got to see her dad and sister (only when Shawn wasn‘t around, and only sometimes when Lucy wasn‘t) and she grew to love them. However, she‘s still very bitter towards her father and she‘s jealous of her sister, though she doesn‘t ever show it. Unlike her mother, though, she doesn't shun magic. It's odd to her and she dislikes it, but she's also curious over it.
 Name: Shawn Riley Porter [Ry]Age: 12 House: Hufflepuff Birthday: Februrary 24th [Pisces] Relationship: Older brother Model: Spencer Breslin, actor A Taste of Personality: A Bit of Background:
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:01 am
My Story Thus Far...
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 3:49 pm
New Profile updated: December 21, 2008
(( Behind the scenes )) shelly-wong
(( Identity is )) Brianna Cameron Porter
(( I WILL hit you )) Brianna, Cameron or Cammie Anna, Porker, Portrait, Potty, Fatty‘s Sister
(( It's not hard )) to see that I'm a girl
(( I don't )) fancy anyone; haven‘t had a crush yet. But I would imagine boys
(( My birthday )) is the eighth of May, in 1979
(( By the way )) I‘m eleven
(( I'm stubborn )) because bulls are stubborn, and that‘s what a Taurus is
(( Can't say much )) since this is my first year here
(( I was taken away from my brother )) and put into Gryffindor
(( I use a wand )) that is 7¼ inches long and made of willow wood in representation of my birth (and charms?) with a core of veela hair since I’m so temperamental. I was with my mother in France when the *coughs* letter came.
(( They’re the ones who care )) Spencer Lee Porter and Lucia Melissa Porter (Belldoe). Lucy’s really my step-mom, since my mom’s actually Mia Alanna Hammond.
(( I look after )) my brother, Shawn Riley Porter (12) here at Hogwarts. My sister Lisa Jasmine Hammond (15) lives with my real mom in France.
(( Like it matters? )) We’re upper-middle class, they said to me. Lucy works as a Librarian and a soccer coach and dad works in an office, though I can’t remember for what company. They’re not big spenders except for family trips every one to two years.
(( Hail the Queen )) for she rules over me!
(( Someone said )) that I’m like Half-and-Half…? I think I know what they meant…
(( My best friend )) is a very beautiful, expensive, and nearly endangered Andean cat named Harumi that Mamma Mia bought me.
(( My brother says )) Quidditch is this really amazing sport on brooms that resembles a flying cross between both kinds of football. But I‘m too young to play. Maybe next year.
(( Just a happy memory )) and a cougar will come to my rescue.
(( I don‘t want to see )) my brother all bloodied up because I couldn’t protect him.
(( Smell! SMELL!!! )) Freshly cut grass, steak, eggnog
(( None of your business )) My girly things (ties, clips, headbands, hair extensions, lip gloss), I’m glad my birth mother is in a foreign country, pink is one of my favorite colors, and I like horses.
(( I want.. )) to be on top in this school, to be the best sister in the world, to become the toughest in the school and to show the world girls don’t need to be weak!
(( Stay away! )) Mamma Mia found out I was magic… it was like I had some deadly, contagious disease to her. And…before I toughened up…when my brother kept coming home hurt.
(( Figuring it out )) to always protect my brother, become to toughest kid in school, and to somehow get Lisa to live with us instead of with mother.
(( You think I’m )) Strange, not girly, possessed, rude, and that I take things way too seriously.
(( I think I’m )) loyal, strong, someone who knows who I am and won‘t take anything from anyone, and not afraid of anything.
(( I blame my parents )) for my genetics. I mean, it‘s not my fault I look the way I do, other than some of my clothes and sometimes the length of my hair. I‘m about 4‘9“, which considering the average height for a twelve year old is five feet, I think I‘m doing pretty good. It gives me three inches to grow this year, which I could probably do pretty easily. My skin is really fair, especially when the winter comes along. I used to think I could glow in the dark! (Actually, once there was an incident with that…) But around summertime I get a little tan, though that comes from sunburns. That‘s how I get all my pink tints in my skin on my cheeks and arms, too, is from the sun. And don’t ask me about my build--I’m just a kid! I guess average or slender or whatever that is, since I’m not fat or chubby or super skinny or anything.
I don‘t like it though when people make fun of my “chipmunk cheeks“. It‘s just something I‘ve always had! I also used to try to not smile because of it, I hated it so much. Another thing I‘ve always hated is sometimes these two freckles show up on the front of my neck--in a perfect line with a little space between them. Some people think I was bitten by a vampire, which I wasn‘t! (That I know of). But my eyes, Lucy says, are a really pretty silver that sometimes seems blue that you don‘t see very much anymore. She also tells me that my lashes are long and that I‘m lucky to have such pretty pink lips and that neither of them or terribly thin or anything. I‘ll probably understand that when I‘m older or something.
Right now my hair is a medium brown and goes to about my shoulders, with a little bit of a lift-up at the ends. But that‘s just when my hair‘s being cooperative. Sometimes it doesn‘t like to do that and it just sits there. I like the lift--it‘s more..me. My eyebrows are pretty thin though because Mamma Mia (no, I really call her that) decided to pluck them and it HURT! A lot of my side teeth and back teeth are baby teeth, but a lot of the ones in front are adults now. They‘re not crooked, but they aren‘t pearly white, so I guess I can live with that. As for my clothes, I hardly get to pick them out, so I don‘t want to tell you my entire trunk. You can wait and see for yourselves, you perverts.
(( Okay, okay )) I’ll tell you so just be quiet! So you wanna know about my life that bad? I‘m sure my brother could tell you most of it, really. And no, I‘m not kidding about that. Sure, he‘s only a year older than me but he‘s got a pretty good memory. I was born in lil‘ ol‘ Didcot, England. Yes, Didcot. And yes, it is a strange name. Let‘s move on now. My parents, Lucy and Spencer, were a nurse and a scientist, though they never said where or what kind. I never really bothered to ask about it anyway, as it wasn‘t all that important to me. My real mother, Mamma Mia (Her name is Mia Hammond) is an accountant or something like that, and I have a sister I get to see once in awhile named Lisa.
Anyway, Ry doesn‘t remember it much, but I used to be simply awful to him. I‘d pull his hair and hit him and take his toys…. I mean, I was a real brat. No sort-of or kind of or like about it. I WAS one. When I was about five I understood the whole ordeal between my dad, Lucy, and Mamma Mia, and I used to use that information against Ry. I‘d tell him I‘d tell Lucy or I‘d brag about knowing something he didn‘t just to get under his skin. But you know, he’s kind of fragile and by the time I was in second grade I understood that.
One day, when we were walking back home from the park or something, a bunch of kids came up to Ry and started calling him fat and porker and made fun of him for having me, his “widdle sistur“ around. They started pushing and shoving and hitting him right in front of me! I got really mad, and I guess I jumped on them and started pulling and biting and clawing and kicking and punching. Ry says I even picked up a little hollow pipe that was nearby and whacked them real hard with it. And ever since, I‘ve been looking out for Ry, and won‘t allow anyone other than myself to mess with my big brother!
Though for awhile people teased him even more because, not only did a girl protect him, but it was his “widdle sistur“ nonetheless. Well, I was suspended from school for about two weeks because I beat every one of them I could find bloody for messing with MY big brother. Needless to say, a lot of them backed off right away from it. Lucy says sometimes that I get really mad, and I know it‘s true since I never remember, that I black out what‘s going on and go on an actual rage. One time I sort of woke up while standing in the kitchen and it was two whole days later!
Then, when I was seven we were going to move to London! I was real excited because I‘d only been there once for a trip to go and see the sights with my class and stuff and it was so cool! But that‘s when Ry started showing he was magic and we didn‘t move. I didn‘t talk to him for a really long time, but I got over it. They made it up to me by us all going to the states and we were around there for awhile, visiting Universal Studios and the Grand Canyon and Disneyland. It was great!
When I was nine, so Ry was about ten, I started showing I was magic, too! Lucy and Spencer were so proud of both of us, but Mamma Mia was so mad! Lisa didn‘t mind, but that‘s because she‘s pretty understanding about everything. Actually, one night I was talking about how I was so white I could glow in the dark. And then…I actually did! It was a complete accident and it took awhile for that to go away. I had to miss some school and everything, and it was really boring being at home all the time for it.
And then Ry went away to Hogwarts for a year. And I was absolutely miserable. I didn‘t have a big brother to pick on or protect anymore, and he was kind of my best friend, you know? So Lucy and dad decided that I should go spend the year (except for Christmas break) with Mamma Mia and Lisa so that I could get to know them better.
And then a few months ago, when I was still with them I got my letter! Unfortunately I was with my mother and we managed to at least get my wand before leaving France. I rushed home and I remember jumping up and down and all over the place showing everyone my letter. And now I‘m here at Hogwarts, and I‘m going to look after my big brother just great! I hear there‘s a magic train and he‘s told me about Quidditch and the professors and I can‘t sit still for too long when I think about the adventure ahead of me.
(( What do you want from me? )) Sheesh you are really persistent? I mean, first everything before, and then my like, life, and NOW you want to know all about ME? Well, you‘ll have better luck figuring this out for yourself, and some of this might change later you know. I‘m just warning you. I guess I should just tell you now that if you say a joke I don‘t understand, it‘s probably something mature. My brother is, I‘m sorry, a wimp and he‘s a good person, shy. He wouldn‘t know it and certainly wouldn‘t pass it on to me. And I‘m only eleven so there‘s a whole lot I‘m not going to understand anyway. Was anything so far in this sarcastic you ask? I honestly can‘t tell you.
Alright, let‘s have a little fun, shall we? How I act towards you depends on how I see you act around my brother first and foremost, and then to me. If you‘re nice to my brother or indifferent, you‘re alright. The second you start trashing on him though is the same second I‘m sending a fist (or a hex when I learn one) your way. No one gets to pick on Ry but me, and that‘s final! Maybe that CJ person he was talking about, too. MAYBE. He is MY brother. MINE!!!! And yes, I have a complex and yes, I am very possessive. I’m scared to death of losing him--he’s precious to me. He’s my best friend.
I can handle some jokes or some teasing, but if you‘re just flat out rude to me, don‘t expect my good graces. I‘ll stick my nose up in the air like some priss of a person and just leave you behind and not take a second glance. Unless you‘re crying, then I might glance back. If I actually feel like it anyway. And don‘t expect some little girly girl or something. I may be a girl, and I may be eleven, but I‘m tough and I‘d rather be kicking a ball around with the boys than doing make-up or going shopping or reading or something. I‘m a total tomboy and I like it that way. I like to joke and get down and dirty. So if I hit your arm suddenly, I‘m probably just laughing with you and enjoying myself--I‘m not necessarily mad.
Which reminds me--I‘m probably going to be found among you or other people and doing other boyish things. Like l lifting heavy stuff or doing push ups and pull ups or arm wrestling. But especially the arm wrestling--I‘ll never ever turn down a challenge to arm wrestle. I find it exhilarating to compete for dominancy. And the only thing that‘ll be different with how I act between students and staff is that I‘ll have a little more respect for the staff. That‘s just how that works.
By myself is a little bit of a different story. I‘ll run sometimes, though not much. Back in the states I learned how to bowl and when I was little I learned how to play Frisbee and a little boxing. So I like to run around and burn up my energy, if you couldn‘t guess. Sometimes I‘ll stop and I‘ll draw something or make a journal entry, but I‘m not obsessed with that. But here‘s a secret--I have this white bear no bigger than a ruler tall and it‘s got a golden halo and golden wings. It‘s my angel bear and I have it usually when I‘m feeling lost or alone and I like to hold it tight. But NO ONE is allowed to touch or see it. It‘s definitely a by myself thing. I think if anyone found out about it, I’d DIE.
When I get really bored though, that‘s when I‘ll pull out the homework. Occasionally I‘ll remember to do it when I have the time straight off, but I‘ll usually save it for later when I‘m bored or tired or done doing everything else I‘m doing. I‘m usually pretty good at keeping quiet in class and doing my work there, but I do get distracted from time to time. And there are days where I can sit still or pay attention through the whole lesson and I‘ll find myself doing something other than listening to the professor. Mostly in lectures though. So my grades are alright. I think Defense Against the Dark Arts will probably be my most difficult course. Or Herbology.
Speaking of which, I heard there was this thing not too long ago about girls trying to find plants or make potions or charms or something to get guys to like them more or to make themselves pretty. HEL-LO! If you have to resort to something like that to get some guy to like you, either one or both of you are losers or I don‘t even know what. But keep away from me you pathetic little priss. I‘m not really into the dating scene anyway I guess. Still kinda young, you know? I mean, I‘ve had a small crush once or twice, but I don‘t really care.
But as I stated before, I definitely am not perfect. If you make me mad enough, and usually that‘s by my brother, you can send me straight into a rage and I‘ll wail on you for I don‘t know how long or how bad. And I won‘t remember a bloody thing and snap back to who knows how long after. I‘m really defensive. If you call me or my family strumpets or something though, I‘ll get mad and whack you in the face anyway. But I won‘t rage on you. Consider yourself lucky. I have this weird laugh, too. And sometimes I snort when I laugh and it‘s embarrassing, but I don‘t do it all the time.
(( Thumbs up )) My brother Ry [Shawn], my sister Lisa, Lucy and Dad, Sports [includes frisbee and arm wrestling], mud, joking around, ice cream, blue stuff, postcards, CJ (maybe?), Julian MacGregor
(( Thumbs down )) People who aren’t nice to my brother, Robert McClellan, girly stuff, female stereotypes, losing, gray (just don’t like it), black/white (not a fan of shades), fashion, baking, too much math, Herbology.
(( Shh )) I own hairclips to keep my bangs out of my face (amazingly). And they're butterflies and flowers. Four hair ties, two headbands, a star spangled bandana and one little lip gloss. This is all mostly secret.
(( I'll break your camera )) Yearbook BriannaLisa BriannaRuthie xxxxx BriannaMia MiaBrianna
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