Post by Roxanne Weasley on Jan 23, 2014 15:14:54 GMT -5
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FEMALE
EX-RAVENCLAW
HALF-BLOOD
HETEROSEXUAL
ASHLEY MOORE
ROXANNE ANGELINA WEASLEY
 The sun just slipped its note below my door, and I can't hide beneath my sheets Roxanne, come on! It's time to get up and get going! Get that head out of the clouds, put those feet on the ground, we have things to do. No we can't do them later. Yes I understand its a nice day. Yes it'd be nice to lay on the ground and watch the clouds all day. Rox, we have things to do, things to accomplish. Come on. No now. ROXANNE! You want me to describe myself? Me. Roxanne? I can write about myself, but i'm not too good at public speaking. I tend to get nervous, a bit jittery. Kind of like a small dog when its really excited. Except I don't pee all over the place. Oh, I just said that out loud, didn't I? Wait, don't write that down! What are you doing. Stop! Merlin. Would you want me to tell everyone. . . oh can we just get this show on the road, please? I've managed to reel in my neurotic tendencies and you're making them all flair at once. Note to self: Roxanne, breath. . . What are you writing now? I do not talk to myself! Erase that now! . . . I'm not demanding, and what does my last name have to do with anything? Stop being a hack journalist! You asked for this interview, let me. . . Well I'd like to start from the beginning, but you're going to have to put down that quill and listen if you want my full participation. You're also going to have to take out the fact that you said I pee like a small dog and like to flaunt my last name. And I'm not demanding. Hmmph. Now, where were we? Oh right, the beginning. Well I was born 24.7.07. I'm the second of two kids - and obviously the better of the lot, too. My brother was born a year prior, but I've forgive my parents for that travesty. Although I do love him, my brother is . . . well he's my brother, but - between you and I - I'm the clever one in the family. But like I was saying, my birth was the thing of wonders . . . who are my parents? Oh, why Angelina Johnson and George Weasley. I'm heir to a joke shop fortune. . . and my dad is holely. Get it? Holely. . . y'know, because he's missing an ear - oh like you're all that funny. No, back on track. I was the second born. My parents are Angelina and George - they both faught in the second wizarding war. See, you've probably heard of my uncle, his name is Harry Potter. Well, he and a boat load of other family members fought in the war too. And as much as they say it didn't really affect them much, I know it really affected my dad. See, there use to be two of my dad - wait that doesn't make much sense; he use to be a twin! There we go. But Uncle Fred - who my brother was named for - was killed in the war, which really tore my dad apart. But Ma, Aunt Gin, and Uncle Ron some how managed to pull him together. I don't know how, but they did. Even though Freddie is on my nerves constantly, I couldn't really image life without him. But so help me Morgan La Fey, if you ever told him that, I'd curse you to the end of the century. He already thinks I can't do a lot of things on my own because I'm "the baby". I'm also mum's favorite, but I've yet to rub that in his face, now have I? What do you mean I ramble? Well, you're a bad interviewer; you have poor social skills. Now will you hush and let me finish. You wanted my life story, you're getting it. Now, where was I? Oh right, I'm mum's favourite, and a bit of a daddy's girl, to be honest. My dad has always been my hero, so has my mum, really. I love all of my family too bits. They're all past bonkers, though, let me tell you. Some times I think Aunt Mione (y' know, thee Hermione Granger) is the only sane one, but then I see what twenty plus years of living with a Weasley has done to her. . . shame really. Am I sane? Well, I'm a bit saner than the rest. I'm just a tad neurotic, though. I had a bit of anxiety as a teen over getting lost in the mess that is the weasley crowd; being outshone and all. Which when I look at it now, was really silly. I'm Roxanne, and no one else can be Roxanne, even if we all share the same last name - well, except the Potters, that is, but they have Weasley blood, so. Where was I going again? Well, since you can't remember, and I ramble like there's no tomorrow, we can start with my Hogwarts years, maybe? So, let's see first year through fourth year weren't all that interesting, if I'm being honest. I was sorted into Ravenclaw - shock to everyone! Actually not really. I've always been the dreamer with her head in the clouds and her feet dangling off the floor. Give me a good book, a journal and some stars and i'll disappear out of your way for hours. Which was hilarious when i was younger since mum thought she'd literally lost me a few times. Once I just sort of wandered off, I think I was about nine, and mum found me asleep under her bed, book in hand. I've always also been really hard on myself too. I wanted to be the best, the most clever, the all around greatest for a while. So I pushed myself. Which leads me to my fifth year, which is where a lot of stuff occurred, helping to make me who I am today. First and foremost, Ricky (Erica Jordan: my best friend) got Dragon pox and she had to sit out the whole year. For a while there I thought she was going to die. We all did; she was really weak, and I just felt like someone had ripped my heart out. She'd been the sister I'd always wanted and had never had. And some how I had to suck it up and go back to hogwarts. It wasn't like we were in the same house or any thing like that; she was a gryffindor, but I still missed her. And then there was crush on a professor that ended in disaster. And then there was Scorpius Malfoy. . . Ooh, I sound like Agatha Christie: "And then there were none". Wait, don't tell me you don't know who Agatha Christie is? Ugh, what kind of interviewer are you? But back to the task at hand. Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy is quite possibly the most pompous, arrogant, and cynical jack arse I've ever met. He can be rude, and a bit of a prat, at times. And for some strange reason - my dad is convinced I've been poisoned by some type of potion, I love him. I love him so much, and I'd never trade him for anyone. Even if he's a bit of a diva at times. What? My face is turning red. . . stars in my eyes? Oh. . . well I can't really say that that's not true. I've been trying to deny for years just how much i love the prat, but I can't any longer. We met, really met, in my fifth year. After the whole professor incident that i won't really recount to you. And after a drunken night of confusion, snogging, and dancing - no we didn't do that. But after, we for some reason couldn't get each other out of our systems. He'd given me a chance to see a different person, a different side, a side I didn't think he had. And I, well I let loose - remember I told you I was a bit of a neurotic? Well, he calmed me down. But getting to the point that we're at now wasn't easy then, really. He denied that he liked me, and I thought it was stupid of me to like him. Yeah, we were kids, what do you expect? But finally we both gave in (after a few missteps and debacles, really). And for a while we were happy . . . except for the fact that my last name is Weasley and his is Malfoy we floated on cloud nine. But i had to tell mum and dad. And well. . . they took it better than scorpius' parents, really. I thought Uncle Ron was going to die of laughter, and he just kept saying 'thank god it wasn't rose'. Dad knocked him upside his head for that, too, by the way. Eventually mum and dad gave in, but scorpius family was a bit more hesitant. Don't really blame them, either. Our families have a bit of a bad history, y'know? . . . What do you mean you don't know? Its in any History of Magic book; the Malfoys were on the wrong side, you know. They supported Voldemort. Look, buy a text book some time, yeah? Now, where was I. . . oh right. Scorpius' parents weren't too gun-ho about our new found love, but it didn't really matter. We were, for lack of a better phrase, crazy kids in love. He was my first love, and still is. I've never been with anyone else; he was/is my first everything. A lot of people have said/have been saying now - for the full two/three years we've been together, that we should expand our horizons, gain some life experiences, but no matter were I go, I always come back to him. But i'm off subject. . . he's the reason fifth year was hectic. And he's the reason it was also great. We found love, and we've kept holding on to it. But let's take a turn towards my studies. He'd have a fit if he knew I told you any of this. He's very private, and I am for the most part. I just tend to blab about him because well, I love him. And he's a good person, even if he doesn't believe it a lot of the time. After straining a bit in academics my fifth year I managed to come back with vengeance on my OWLS. I only had one E, the rest were O's. I know, awesome. And sixth year flew past, there was a pregnancy scare, a confession to my mum, and over the summer a drunken incident i'd rather not recount (and no, it wasn't me, but it nearly broke me - truthfully), but through it all I kept up with my courses. I told you I was clever. And when seventh year came around I passed my NEWTS, too. All O's and one E, again. Transfiguration - I've never had the head for it, really. And I graduated Hogwarts at the top, with a bit of company of course. And when I graduated I had no idea what to do with myself. With my grades, I knew i could get into the ministry easily. Some of my friends were going there, others were searching out programmes for professorships and what not. So there you go. I'm diligently working, and growing up. I can't believe I'm actually done with school, feels like just yesterday I was eleven. Okay, so now I really must go. And if you write one thing, so much as one thing that's a blatant lie - I will return with WWW products - and I know how to use them. I help Dad with the shop every now and then. Have a good day! RISS 22 GMT |
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