Post by annie louise carter on Jun 4, 2011 17:10:36 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: annie louise carter GENDER: female DATE OF BIRTH: 4th july SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts CURRENT OCCUPATION: student HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: pure WAND: 11" willow wood, unicorn hair core PERSONALITY: Ok here's where you get everything in quickfire. I mean, I'll list it, make it nice and easy for you, because I know this can get confusing. I like being a gryffindor, being a beater, being on the team, flying, the colour red, winning, being right, converse that are colourful and interesting, practically anything that's colourful and interesting, potions class, drawing, penguins, charms, having fun, being around people that i love, excitement, chocolate, close friends, having a laugh, hearing new jokes, meeting new people, playing quidditch, watching a quidditch match, lions, the colour yellow, the colour purple, rock music, finding a great new song, muggles and my family. That's thirty likes right there, I counted. Look at me on a roll. I'm good at potions, charms, drawing, flying, quidditch, being a beater, cooking pizza (from a box), reading, finding random points of convorsation, being sarcastic, coming up with good insults, making chocolate disappear fast, getting people pumped up and excited, upholding the gryffindor values and looking good, not to mention being fantastic at heating Trevor, although that's a different story. I don't like having to write long essays, snakes, evil slytherin, losing, being wrong, hurtful rumours, losing a quidditch match, missing a bludger, getting hurt physically, getting hurt emotionally, losing people that I love, the colour green, hospitals, making bad choices, dissapointing my parents or when my parents dissapoint me, spiders, people judging me on my appearence, detention, waiting for someone for ages and people hating me when they don't know me. that's twenty one dislikes all in a row, again I counted. I guess I like a lot more than I dislike, although off the top of my head I've probably missed things. I'm bad at being put on the spot and then having to remember details, losing, keeping my temper in check, not judging people by the rumours I hear, not judging people by their first impressions, remembering important things, history of magic, transfiguration, playing guitar, not judging people by the house that they're in, letting people into my life, relationships and cooking complex things. I'm bad at keeping my mouth shut, and I have a tendency to just say what's on my mind sometimes, without thinking it through. And I'm bad at being calm. that's fifteen bad at's too, but again i've probably missed like twenty, because no one's perfect. I'm scared of clowns and spiders, they freak me out, especially huge spiders, they make me want to itch all over, and even thinking about them is making me want to scratch, they're disgusting and terrible. It's their legs that freak me out I think, all hairy and spidery and horrible, Ew. I don't know where the fear of clowns comes from, I just don't like the make up and whatever, it makes me feel odd and creeped out. Class clowns are fine, I'm talking circus clowns that freak me out. Secrets include that I'm not what everyone thinks I am. I'm not dumb, and am actually quite smart, it's just that sometimes I lack motivation to write perfect amazing essays that could get top marks. It just gets boring in the middle or researching and writing them so they're not as good as I could make them. I was also a virgin until I met Trevor, but there's only a few people that knew that. You see, the world's pretty crazy, and you walk a thin line. If you're a virgin then you're a prude and if you're not, you're a slut. The world can be really cruel, ya'know? People tend to think that I'm a bit of a slut thanks to the way I dress and act, just because I'm not shy. But like I said, I'm not what people think. I respect myself, and I wear what I love and feel comfortable in, and just because I wear shorts, it doesn't mean that I've slept with half the Hogwarts population, it just means that I like to wear short shorts a lot. BACKGROUND: It all started a little over seventeen spectacular years ago. Well, ok, no it didn’t, it started a little while before that. You see my mother, Adriana, (more commonly known as Ana) was born to Michael and Amelia Morris, near a place called Caernarfon in Wales. She was a gorgeous and perfectly healthy little baby, supporting the very same red hair that you see modelled by me today. It kind of runs in the girls side of the family. My mother’s an only child, fantastic, right? And so was her mother, Amelia. We’ve got a history of amazing red headed girls in our family. Anyway, they were the traditional pure blood family, quite rich, and wanted their daughter to grow up and marry into another pure blood family, to keep it all pure and all that jazz. So, when my darling mother met my amazing father, James Sullivan Carter, (knick-named Sully), they were in luck. He’d been born into the pure blooded family of the Carters, who had migrated over from America, a good few years ago. No one could even tell, James had been raised as an English kid, because his mother was still pregnant with him when they moved over. (they just didn’t know it back then). James and Ana were both Gryffindors. That was how they met. James was on the team as a beater, although only for a little while, he decided to quit the team because he had too much on his plate with his exams. Ana and James had a sort of love/hate relationship. Can I just point out how weird it is to tell their story like this? I mean, it’s odd calling them by their first names, but otherwise it could get confusing for you. Anyway, so my dad, James, kept flirting with Ana, but she was having none of it, blowing him off and rolling her eyes. He’d gotten her into trouble too, in his pursuit of her. He was a class clown you see, always getting attention, and he’d done something in the middle of class, they’re sketchy on the details, I suppose in case I get ideas, but whatever it was landed them both in detention. My mom was not impressed. Anyway, long story short, he kept asking her out and asking her out and she had enough, and promised that she’d let him take her out once, just once, and then he’d stop asking her. He agreed, and got himself ready for the perfect date, whilst she planned things she could do to make sure that the date was awful, and he’d definitely leave her alone. But, as they say, the best laid plans of mice and men do often go awry, and they actually ended up having a good time. It was the start of something amazing, and they soon fell head over heels in love. He asked her to marry him, she agreed, and the rest, well, that’s history. Actually, the rest is my history. Just three weeks after their engagement, my mother found out that she was pregnant, and both of them were obviously overjoyed. Of course they were scared out of their wits too, but my nan, Amelia, promised to help. So on July 4th, Ana gave birth to a red headed baby girl, and named her Annie Louise Carter, and that’ll be me! Anyway, I grew up well, learning to speak and walk and everything you’d expect. My mom and dad had got what they considered temporary jobs, that lasted up until I was four, so they weren’t so temporary after all. Anyway, at that point, my mom and dad decided that they wanted to go and travel. They thought that I was to young to be jumping from place to place with them, so they couldn’t take me with them on their whirlwind tour. Recently, My grandfather Michael had passed away because of cancer, and so my nan was lonely. She agreed to look after me, so that my parents could go out and live their life for a while, without having to worry about me. They wrote to me and everything, from what I could tell, and I very vaguely remember it. My nan raised me for a few years until the travelling bug had gotten out of mom and dad’s system. I was seven when I moved back in with mom and dad, and they settled down and got a new job each. DaD works with the ministry, and mom is a nurse at st Mungos. I still visited my nan a lot, and sometimes went over hers for the weekend, I really loved and missed her, ya’know? I mean, I had lived with her, so it took a while to adjust to not having her living just down the hall. But I got used to it and the years passed quickly, and when I was eleven, the amazing owl brought the letter right in through my kitchen window, and announced that I was accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Needless to say that I was excited, and I don’t even think that word covered it! The little bursts of magic that I’d shown throughout the years had made me aware of the stuff that I could do, and I was so excited to learn to control it and learn spells. Hogwarts didn’t disappoint either! I stuck myself right in, learning everything I could, even reading the books here and there. Quidditch through the ages became my favourite though and in my fourth year, I tried out for the Quidditch team. When I got placed as beater, well, I was ecstatic! I welcomed the amazing feeling of being on the team, and the next year passed by in a blur. I wished it didn’t, because at the start of my fifth year, I got a letter. It told me that my nan, who had been ill for a while, had passed away. It didn’t sink in at first, like, at all, and only when I wrote it down and thought about the things that would change, it took over and I very nearly broke down. I got leave from the headmistress and had to go home for a few weeks. I spent most of my time in my bedroom, crying or sleeping, and I barely ate. The only thing I would eat was Omelettes and chicken soup, the two things that Nan always made me. I went to her funeral, but I still found it hard to accept that she was gone. I missed her more and more every day. I had to go back to Hogwarts of course, and eventually the routine of classes and quidditch brought me back into myself and I started being the loud and normal me again. My mom and dad were glad that I was effectively ‘back’ or whatever, and so was I. I found out recently that my nan left me her house, and my parents were looking after it for me, paying someone to keep it clean and keeping the bills sorted and everything, until I’m out of Hogwarts and old enough to move there. Right now though I live with my parents in a house in Stratford Upon Avon, which was where I was born. Anyway, here’s some random little bits of information that I couldn’t fit in there. I took karate lessons for a while as a way to keep my temper in check. They said it was good for channelling anger or whatever, and it also helped me control my magic when my temper flared up. It used to get a little messy if I got mad and my wand was at hand. I broke plates and glasses things a few times, so karate really helped. I also met some epical people in the last few years at Hogwarts, including one Mr Trevor ‘easilyheatedbyannie’ Schumacher. I did also date this guy called Christopher for a while, but, lets just say that it didn’t quite work out and it ended after a few months. Regardless, I’m over him now anyway, and me and Trevor have some sort of thing going on which I don’t quite know how to define, but it’s something. Maybe it’s nothing. Oh, and I had a pregnancy scare, wut? I know, but it’s all clear. Phew. well, it was until I fell off my broom whilst out on the pitch, and a teacher informed me of my impending baby. trevor stuck with me for a while but then he disappeared off to America and left me alone with this big ass pregnancy bump. So yeah, that wasn't the best moment in my life ever, but then there weren't many of those following that either. For instance, I told my parents that I was pregnant and that the dad had left, and I was going through this alone. Their reaction was to practically call me a disappointment. I didn't stick around long enough after that for them to kick me out, that I couldn't handle. Then when I got back to Hogsmede, I ran into none other than the father of the year, Trevor Schumacher. Promptly after chewing his ear off and getting stressed beyond belief, my baby decided she wanted to meet her parents whilst they were both actually present and so my waters broke. an hour and a half of painful labour later and my baby was born a month early. I named her Amelia Hope Schumacher, and she's sticking in there. She's a week old at the moment. Me and Trev are sticking in there too. Whatever, all I know is, I’m Annie Carter and I’m happy. |
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ANNIE CARTER | SEVENTEEN | GRYFFINDOR | HAYLEY WILLIAMS | EMMA
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