Post by BECCA on Jan 26, 2014 6:50:10 GMT -5
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SEVENTEEN
MALE
HUFFLEPUFF
PUREBLOOD
BISEXUAL
MAX THIERIOT
LOUIS CHARLES WEASLEY
 This is where I have to talk about myself, right? Well, this is awkward. I kind of hate talking about me. Can we talk about something else instead? Like computers – let’s talk about computers! No? Oh well, okay. I tried. My name is Louis Charles Weasley, and I am the son of a Cornish pirate king, the terror of the seas, and... well, no, obviously that's not true. You want the boring version? Okay, fine. My name's still Louis Charles Weasley, but I'm actually the youngest (and clearly best) child of Bill and Fleur Weasley. My parents had one of those disgustingly sappy romances where he was bitten by a werewolf and disfigured, but she stuck by him anyway, blah blah blah, and they were married in the middle of the Second Wizarding War, because obviously that's the best time possible to have a big fancy wedding. Anyway, my oldest sister was born a year after the war ended, and they called her Victoire, because she was born on the anniversary of the victory or some shit like that, and then my other sister was born a few years later, and they called her Dominique, because they couldn’t be bothered to think of a meaningful name for her. And then I was born a year or so after Dom, and they called me Louis, because there were lots of French kings named that, and I was clearly the king of babies. I began life as I meant to go on really: awesome. There are downsides to being a Weasley, but there are perks too. One of the perks is free stuff from Uncle George's shop, and another is that if you run out of chocolate, someone's bound to have some you can steal. There are a lot of us, you see. Even I lose track of all my cousins sometimes. Some people say we're all mad; personally I think we're the only sane people in a mad world. But the thing is, we're a family. We fight of course, but in the end, we're all there for each other, and that's the important thing about being a Weasley. I was a little ball of sunshine when I was a kid - everyone adored me, and agreed that I was by far the best-looking, sweetest and most intelligent of the entire brood... Why are you laughing? It's true! No, but really, I reckon I was a pretty cute kid. It might be hard to believe now, but I was actually shy. I wouldn't talk easily to people I didn't know, and I hated being the centre of attention. Not that I couldn't make friends - it just took me a while to stop being tongue tied. When I was really little, I spoke French as much as I did English. My mum took a few years off work when me and Dom were babies, so it was her who was at home with us all the time, and of course, we spoke French with with her. When Dad came home from work, we spoke English, but when I was little it was all the same to me, so I'd just flip between English and French in the middle of a sentence. That stopped when I was four and Mum went back to work. Vic started Hogwarts that year so she wasn’t around so much, but Dom and me mostly went to the Burrow and were babysat by Grandma and Grandad Weasley. I always loved the Burrow and all Grandad's Muggle objects and gadgets, and I think he liked having someone else who was into it. We spent hours on it - taking things apart, and reading Muggle magazines about cars and stuff, and playing with screwdrivers. One time he gave me a tube of superglue and Mum shouted at us both because I glued half her stuff down before she realised. I stopped talking French as much, and I've forgotten a lot of it now, Mum's disappointed in me. Even though I loved the Burrow, Shell Cottage and Cornwall have always been home. I was born there, and it’s never mattered to me that my mum’s French and my dad’s from Devon; I’m Cornish and proud of it. When I was old enough to be allowed to go out and play by myself, I started going down to the village near Shell Cottage - it's quite a big village, on the coast so it has a harbour and fishing boats, and I used to go and hang out on the pier with the fishermen. They taught me to fish off the end of it, and told me all the old stories about Cornish smugglers and pirates. The kids in the village were pretty friendly, and I played football and cricket with them, though I had to try not to do any accidental magic in front of them. I always loved anything Muggle, and I think the shopkeepers must have thought I was the weirdest kid ever, always hanging about in their shops and asking questions about the things they sold. I was a bit scared of starting Hogwarts, to be completely honest - I still wasn't that great in big crowds of people I didn't know. Even so, when the Sorting Hat thought about putting me in Gryffindor, I asked it not to. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, Gryffindors and non-Gryffindors, but... well, half of my cousins and both my sisters were there already, my dad and uncles and aunts had mostly been there too, and I kind of wanted to do my own thing. And sharing a common room with Dom would have been hell. So there I was, sorted into Hufflepuff, and I never looked back. And to all the people who make jokes about Hufflepuffs, let me tell you that we make just as many jokes about the rest of you, and ours are funnier because it's a proven fact that Hufflepuffs have better senses of humour than anyone else. The thing with Hufflepuff is, it's like having another whole family; a whole crowd of people who, even if you don't know them too well, will be there for you if you need them, because we're Hufflepuffs and we stick together. I reckon by the end of my first year, I knew the name of everyone in my house, even if I didn't talk to them, and I'd completely got over being shy of people. I made good friends with the boys in my dorm and with a bunch of other people and... well, we just have a lot of fun really, even if we are going to be serious Seventh Years next year. I’m the master of pranks, what with all the stuff I get from Uncle George, and my own genius brain (Aidan tries to compete, but he isn’t up to it really) and the Hufflepuff common room's not far from the kitchens, so we’ve got plenty to do. Lessons are lessons - I don’t bother with most of them much. Charms was my favourite in my first two years, and I was pretty good at it, but I think I’ve probably failed every test I’ve ever taken in Potions - I don't know what it is about that subject, but nothing I was taught ever went in. I took Muggle Studies in Third Year of course, and all you really need in life is Muggle Studies. Unless you want to be a Healer or an Auror or something, then I guess you probably need to know a few other things as well. I don’t though, I want to work with the Muggle Liaison Office, and screw anyone who says it’s a useless career. I used to take life pretty much as it came. Well, I still do, but even more so when I was a kid. I was laid back and easygoing, and probably a bit naive, and all I really wanted from life was to have fun. I was happy, and I'd never been unhappy, so I took everything for granted. When some of my friends started getting into relationships and crushes and stuff, I wasn't interested, not really. I mean, a bit of light hearted banter with a girl was one thing, but anything approaching serious and I'd run a million miles. I suppose I was a bit of a slow developer in that way, which might be why it took me until a couple of years back to even begin to realise I might not be completely 100% straight. Which is weird because I am in fact 100% bisexual, and I enjoy it as much as I can - after all, it means you have a whole load more attractive people to choose from. It was the whole Veela thing as well though - I mean, I don't think being part Veela really makes any difference to anything (it's pretty diluted in us, after all), but when I was that age, I was just a mess of insecurities anyway, like most fourteen-year-olds, and I had this thing where I got paranoid that if someone liked me, it would always be because of the stupid Veela genes and not because of me. That's probably part of the reason that the first time I ever got serious about a girl, it was my best friend. I'd honestly prefer not to talk about it, because it's kind of awkward even thinking about it now, but yeah... Devyn was my first girlfriend, my first proper kiss, my first everything, and I was kind of crazy about her. We broke up a year or so back though, and yeah it hurt quite a bit. It’s all cool now though, we’re friends again and it’s totally fine, no complicated feelings anymore. None at all. It was not long after we broke up that I came out as bi, which was probably the scariest thing I've ever done, but it turned out fine; my family have been really great about it, and my friends don't give a toss. I’ve decided I don't really do relationships though, not for now. I mean, I'd like to one day, that would be cool, but you’re only young once, right? I'm not in any hurry to settle down, and being single's fun. I said Devyn was my first proper girlfriend - to be honest, she’s been my only proper girlfriend, or boyfriend either. And it was a bit of a disaster, so I don't want to repeat that. Anyway, that's enough about that. What else is there to say about me? I’ve been a Beater on the Quidditch team since Fourth Year, and for some reason they made me prefect in Fifth Year – I still don’t know why. I suppose it did make me calm down a bit, and I don’t get quite as many detentions anymore (in fact I don’t think I’ve had any since then, that's weird). I still make the most of being prefect though - I mean, think about it, you have a legitimate excuse for being out of bed after curfew and you can give people detentions. Not that I ever actually give anyone a detention, even if they've earned it, but it’s fun to threaten them. So that's my life in a nutshell. Some other things about me that I may or may not have covered already: I'm a pretty laid back guy - not a lot bothers me really. I can't hold grudges to save my life - I don't see the point of holding onto things, I'd rather just laugh and forget about it, so I end up giving people way too many chances sometimes. I'm usually the first to apologise in an argument, even if it wasn't my fault, but I guess I can be pretty stubborn at times. I'm the guy who's always making inappropriate jokes (the only thing that embarrasses me is talking about my own sex life, so I keep the jokes about other people's) and I have a bit of a habit of invading people's personal spaces. Not in a creepy, harassment kind of way, just to be clear - but hugs are just good, and anyone who doesn't think so needs to be educated. Plus, if there's no room on the comfy chairs, people need to learn that it's manners to budge up, and if they don't then they've only themselves to blame if I sit on them. Back to the point. I like food and I'll eat just about anything - I also make the best sandwiches in the world, even if I'm the only person who'll eat them. I have a pretty good tolerance for alcohol these days, even though I don't drink it that much, only at parties and in the pub and sometimes in the dorm in the evening. And when Dev and I have drinking competitions. So not much at all. I would wrap it up there, but my alcohol tolerance is a weird note to end on, so instead I'll sum up by saying that I am, of course, still the most awesome of the Weasleys, and also the best brother in the world, as demonstrated by how much my sisters adore and respect me. BECCA AGE ZONE |
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