Post by albuspotter on Jun 15, 2012 22:59:49 GMT
| [atrb= border, 0, true][cs=2][bg=080808] MINISTRY OF MAGIC DOCUMENT | |
| [bg=252525] [/style] | [bg=252525][style=overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #909090; line-height: 100%; background: #252525; ] FULL NAME: Albus Severus Potter GENDER: Male DATE OF BIRTH: August 31st SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight CURRENT RESIDENCE: Godric's Hollow. West Country, England CURRENT OCCUPATION: Hogwart's student (6th year) HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood WAND: 8.5" Mahogany, Dragon Heartstring PERSONALITY: “Let me see here, personality, personality…ahhhh-yeah, I’m not good at explaining things with words- wait, no I got this. First off, I’m a doer, not a thinker. –grins, then frowns- Wait, wait no, no I didn’t mean that. I’m a guy who…does things better with actions than words. Yes, that sounds better. Why else would I be so good at physical things? Like Quidditch, wand-work, running, snogging –smirks- But seriously, that sounded arrogant (which I admit proudly, though aren’t saying directly). Now as a Slytherin, I can admit that I am a bit proud, actually I’m very proud. I’m proud of not only myself, but for my accomplishments. I mean, not only does my heritage deem my worthy already, but I’ve done a lot in my sixteen years. I’m a well-up guy who knows how to get things done. I’m a clever-minded individual, as smart as a Ravenclaw, but not-so-much to annoy the boggart out of you. I may be a bit of a slacker in class, but street smarts are the new smarts in this age. Who sits down and memorizes facts from a book? I mean, if they were actually interesting or pertained to me I might be interested but until then… Do I intimidate you? I’ve been told that I can be intimidating. –sly look- No? Well how about now –intense stare- Well whatever, you’ve just caught me at a good time. Though I must say it’s hard to catch me at a not-good time. I’m a rather cheery individual who you wouldn't imagine having a thing wrong in their life. Now don't let anyone else tell you that I have a bad temper. I rarely get mad! It takes a lot of prodding and poking to set me off, truly. But now I must warn you, when I do get angered, you might as well call your eye-brows invisible because they won’t be there after I’m done with you. –grin- Now am I intimidating? No? Damn. I’m a a level-headed bloke when it comes to life. I pass her by without fear, without any worry- do you know why? Yes, because I’m an idiot- wait, no! Why you- no, I do this because I’m confident. I learned a long time ago that if you just stand there and let the world walk over you, then you’re basically a floor mat. I’ve always been a daring sort, with a cunning motive when it comes to getting things done, but I never acted on my own. I always relied on others, my confidence level was dirt, but that’s all changed since my first year. I don’t know what happened to make me so much more alive, but I’m glad about who I am now. I’ve got a lot to be proud of don’t I? My dad’s a famous wizard, probably one of the greatest next to Merlin. But don’t get me wrong, I may have daddy to back me up, but I’m my own person. I’m independent. I’ve worked up my own fame and I’ve done my own round of heroics. I’m not this arrogant, rude Slytherin some make me out to be. I’m a caring person! I have a heart and I do care about others. Like my dad, I’m a giver. I don’t expect anything- alright, that’s a lie. I do sometimes, but that’s in special situations. Being the observant and curious-minded wizard that I am, I have some talent when it comes to gathering information. May it be on an individual or situation. I scope out my surroundings- like a hawk. I don’t jump right in until I know the scene and whether it’s one I should be involving myself in. If only everyone acted like me, then there wouldn’t be any pointless wars. I always have a reason for starting things. I don’t know why I have this sort of obsession for doing so, it might have something to do with the attention it gives me. I love being in the lime light, as long as it’s good. I’m not known for my bad deeds, but my good. Now others may find my good deeds as bad ones, but don’t worry, they’re usually the people on the receiving end of my attention whom I have to thank for helping me gain attention. I normally speak my mind on things and that’s gotten me into trouble over the years. Is it my fault I have an opinion that’s better than the majority’s? The majority’s opinion is normally forced into them by the minority rule givers. I’m not one for rules and I don’t mind breaking them, and if I do decide to commit such a crime as rule breaking, then I do it inconspicuously. (eh, most of the time) Besides, if everyone followed the rules, then wizard school would be very dull, wouldn’t you agree? You’re not a professor are you? Nevermind, don’t answer that. Some of my friends say I think too much. Not in the book sense, but situations. I don’t know, I just have to analyze ever point, look from different perspectives and balance all my possible out-comes. That’s why I’m the leader of my group of misfits. I keep them from screwing up. (er, most of the time –face palm-). I’m not a bossy or unfair leader either; most people like taking order from me. I’m easy-going and have that charismatic demeanor everyone yearns to have. That’s a good leader if you ask me. Oh yeah, and can you believe some of my peers say I’m obtuse? I am not obtuse, I have feelings and am sensitive to…them. –frown- I am not obtuse, that would make me ignorant, which I’m not! I just have a different way of showing my feelings. Yeah, that works. –grins- Yeah, yeah- sometimes I blur the lines and don’t see things the way I should, that’s one of my biggest downfalls. Though as I admit this I don’t believe it, that’s how clueless I am. Wait, did I just call myself- Well, anyway, you get the point I hope. You can make fun of my non-clueless face all you want. You’ll just look like an idiot. Did I mention I like to speak my mind? Yeah, I’m not one to shut up when I’m told- which as I stated before, has gotten me into messes. I’m determined to speak my mind and prove others wrong. It’s music to my ears to hear someone tell me I was right and they were wrong. That’s a moment everyone can admit to loving. Alright, that’s enough about me. I’ve probably exceeded your expectations right?” BACKGROUND: “So you want to know about my life? Well I’m glad you’re interested because if there’s anyones’ life to be curious about, it’s mine. I am a Potter after-all. –grins- Alright…I guess I start off with the basics…but then I’d have to talk about James and…- oh this is a difficult decision… Oh well, the words shall come to me once we get into that territory, but this story is mostly going to center around yours truly and not the bottom of the barrel. –cracks knuckles- I don’t know why I just did that…but yes, here we go: I was born on August 31st, 200- something or another, to Harry Potter and and Ginevra Potter. (Do me a favour and don’t tell my mum I used that name to address her in this tale.) I am the middle child alongside my little sis Lily and bumpkin older bro James ll. We grew up and still live in a little village in West Country England in a place called Godric’s Hollow. Yes, you heard correct, The Godric’s Hollow, you know, the one where Godric Gryffindor grew up. (It’s sort of funny because now that he’s back from the grave you’d think he’d want his manor back…) Yeah we were a close family heading up, lots of Christmas’ spent with my dad’s old mate Ron and the Weasley family. Let me tell you, they have one hell of a big family; I mean, it’s really gigantic. Me and my siblings always got dropped off there when the parents were out doing you know what in you know where. Hm? Oh, no the other you know what thing. The one with the thing in the – yeah, I won’t get into details, this is supposed to be a tale about me isn’t it? Right! Well, as I was saying, we got dropped off and then me and the unnamed cousins and sometimes James did some fun activities like Gnome throwing, Broom flying (even though we weren’t allowed to fly on the ‘adult’ brooms, right like I wasn’t mature enough to handle it –scoffs-), and all sorts of things we were discouraged into doing but we did anyway. Yeah, good time childhood… I wasn’t as out-going back in my tender years as I am today. I guess you could say I was ‘sheltered’ (-coughs- babied) by my loving parents. Mostly dad. He was always worrying and fretting over where we all were, mostly me, and just being, well, an overly protective parent. He told me a ton about his past, though he watered down a ton of the good parts (the duels and blood, yeah?), but he never left out any names. My dad knew a lot of witches and wizards, a lot of which are dead now, and told his kids all they wanted to know. Well, what I wanted to know. James and Lily were usually off in their own worlds. I was the curious one and I learned a good load of my family’s history. Not so much my mum’s side, however, that’s because there’s just too many cousins, aunts, uncles and twice removed’s on her side that I just can’t bring myself to memorize the names of. Oh well, where was I? Hmm, oh! My dad. Yeah, he and I are close, like this –makes fingers twine motion-. Dad shared everything with me, in fact… -pulls out invisibility cloak- Ah hah, see? This was my dad’s and he gave it on to me. Alright, well actually it’s supposed to be in James’ trunk at the moment but I thought I’d hold onto it for him. It’s ours to share anyway, he just fails to remember that detail. –rolls eyes- I learned all about Voldemort and the big bad deatheaters he mingled with, learned all about how my dad saved the school in his second year without even trying. The Triwizard Tournament he won (“together” with that Cedric lad) and all other sorts of accomplishments that made his name in the history books. Y’wanna see? I have one right here with- oh, okay, another time. –grins- So as you can imagine, I basically run this place Hogwarts. Don’t let anyone tell you different, especially that Gryffindor who claims to be better because he’s the oldest in the Potter clan. –eyes roll again- Merlin why do I keep bringing him up in this… Alright, enough of this boring home rubbish, time to move on to where my own name got recognized for more than just being ‘Potter’s boy’ in those history books. (oh and did I forget to mention that my name’s in there to? Yeah, it’s that real.) So, now we hit my sorting hat ceremony. Now I’m not going to lie to ya, but you’ve got to promise me you won’t tell this to anyone, not even that ferret over there- yeah, I’m talking about you Skeever –eyes his pet-. I was nervous about being sorted into..into Slytherin. At first! But then I realized something. I realized that it was my purpose- no. Wait. Destiny. To be placed into Slytherin house. They aren’t as bad as people make them out to be, honest! I would know, I am one. Plus, if you can believe it, I say this is the best house out of all of them, even Gryffindor. Now I know what you’re thinking: ‘oh he’s just saying that because he’s defending his house’- ahh no. That is a fact. We’ve got a ton of awards and accomplishments in that Trophy case. It’s amazing how many of my sibling’s knumb-skull Gryffindor mates say other-wise when the proof is right there in front of their eyes! –chuckles- So glad I didn’t end up in that narrow-minded bunch. What had I been thinking when I fretted over being placed here with my dad six years ago at Kings Cross Station? Wizard-god I was so naïve back then. Good thing I’ve matured over the years… -smirks- Oh hey, you’ve got something on your tie right there –points- Ah! Got ya, just joking with ya mate. Sooo, what else can I say now. Oh yeah, I guess I shouldn’t forget to tell you about all the friends and fans I made! It was totally unexpected, all the fame I got in that first week of class, I mean, who’d a thought a Potter kid would be so loved here? Don’t think me arrogant (alright, go ahead), but I was the favorite sibling even at school. Sure dad loved me most at home, but at school? Loads of kids, and even professors, couldn’t get enough of me. I don’t know if it was because of my looks, I don’t know. But I became a class favorite. The Slytherins came to respect me after they found out how much unlike I was to my other two ‘Goody Gryffindor’ kin. I even proved to them that I could dish out as much as they did when I was still new to the whole Hogwarts atmosphere. I made many friends with my charismatic and alluring personality- hey, eleven, sixteen- I was a people-pleaser. My out-going attitude didn’t really become apparent until I met my best mates in my fourth year. It was during a feast in the Great Hall, something had happened to stir up the tables and last thing I knew, I ended up getting mixed with the diverse group of weird-os who are my closest friends to date. We were all in different houses, which was both an annoying yet brilliant situation. Annoying because we got into certain..-ahem- house arguments, particularly during Quidditch season and then it was brilliant because it gave me eyes and ears in all the other sections of the school. We were quickly climbing up the wall of Hogwart’s most dastardly cunning and want-to-be (not wannabe) groups in the school. If our group wanted something done, all we had to do was ask. We were that connected and that popular. –leans back- Just like my Grand-dad was in his years at this school. He had a little posy like us, though not as diverse given..well, it was the 1960s…-shrug- Point is, we’re (though mostly me) keep this school in line. Now now, I’m not one of those kind of leaders. I’m much more understanding. It’s not like I hex anyone who gets in my way. Well unless you’re referring to that bloody awful Malfoy and her minions. They’re a problem. Damn, now I have to tell you about them, don’t I? They are rather prominent in my life at Hogwarts. Not in a good way, mind you. It all started in first year, when I met the worst of the bunch. Malfoy. No, I’m not going to tell you her first name, I don’t say that, you’ll bring the dementors. –grins- Anywho, her and I, we developed this rivalry and basically the saying ‘snakes got your nerves’ came into existence ever since the school saw just how serious we were. Which we were, and are still. Point blank: I don’t like her and she doesn’t like me. May have something to do with our parent’s rivalry back in the day- her dad, my dad- they didn’t see eye to eye. Plus, the Malfoy’s were (more like are) deatheaters, so that’s a no brainer. Even I’m not that stupid. If you’re offered power, at least have a plausible plan when it came to achieving said power. Right, because the title ‘deatheater’ just spews ‘plausible idea for power’. –eyes roll- But yeah, you get the picture. And so, over the years it seems Princess Malfoy has noticed my daring level of accomplishments concerning the school’s puddy (in my hands) and decided to form her own group to counter-act my own. It’s a sad thing really. I mean REALLY. One thing, she’s got a pouch of girls as back-up, where I have the dominant species of males on my side. She wanted to over-power the testosterone with non-testosterone and guess what? That isn’t how it works. I’m still on higher ground than she could ever hope to be. Over the two years prior the arrangements, Malfoy had the audacity to attempt and knock down all my mates and I have been working at since first year (even if I hadn’t known my group back then…). It’s been a back and forth shows of dominance. Sometimes I won, sometimes she did- but most of the time it was me, us. I don’t even know the actual score (it really depended on the number of detentions and/or hexes one made toward the other that ruled the scoring), but I’m sure we’re still in the lead. And after that uninteresting introduction of my archnemesises…es: I give you the present! Over the summer I did a little research into my dad’s dad’s group, The Marauders, they called themselves, and discovered something intriguing: they were all animagi. Now I know what you’re thinking now, ‘but you’re just a sixth year, you can’t possibly be thinking of-‘ let me stop you right there sir; yes I am indeed thinking of doing just that. How wicked would a pack of wizards be if they could actually be like an actual…pack! Huh? Huh? You see where I’m going with this. Anyway, ever since we got back to school, I’ve had my mates scrounge around for any information they could find so we can make that dream a reality and…and yeah, it hasn’t gone as smooth as I had planned. But that doesn’t mean it still isn’t going to happen. I’ve got most of the basics memorized, but there’s still a little more I need in order to really nail down the transfiguration. Besides, I’ve always been good in that class; it just really bloody sucks that we can’t actually transform ourselves until seventh year, or maybe even later. Gah, who has that much patience? Not me, and sure not my mates. We’ve hit some bumps, but soon I tell you, we’ll have the right minds when we attempt our transformations. I hope I’m a wolf. Or a tiger. Oh, what about a dragon? Magical creatures can be animagi forms…Yes, they can. (can’t they?) Oh whatever, but this was fun, I like talking about myself. Later!” |
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