Post by Sparra on Jan 23, 2006 19:04:16 GMT -5
Name: Amalie Frayne, as indicated by topic title.
Age: Eleven
Hobbies: Softball. Instant messenging. Novels. No, that does not include textbooks or school in any manner.
Appearence:
Motto: o.o;; What's that supposed to mean?
History: --chucks book titled 'The Detailed History of Miss Amalie Frayne'.-- You flip it over. On the back, it says
'Amalie led a normal Muggle life, in which absolutely nothing of grand importance happened to her (unless you count winning the primary school spelling bee at age nine) until her Moonwhisp owl appeared at her window. Still want to read the book? Feel free.'
Characteristics: May I give an example of this with the following passage.
The little girl was wondering if it was possible to make herself invisible by wanting to enough. Hidden in the midst of the rest of the first years, Amalie Frayne was literally shaking with fear.
As the first years lined up behind a large box that looked like it had been removed from some Mediterranean pirate treasure.
"You will come forward," said a teacher with a large clipboard in her hand, "and sit in the chest. It will then Sort you into your respective Houses." She consulted her clipboard, before looking up, and announcing that 'Aberly, Daniel' was to be first.
Amalie looked at the chest dubiously. How exactly was that supposed to--
"BLACKVENOM," came the voice from the Chest.
Amalie jumped. Okay, what? She blinked, trying to keep from staring at the chest(just as several other first years were doing). She was supposed to climb into something that was going to talk?
Somehow, the prospect of this scared her more than being at a school for nine months consisting of no one she'd ever met before. But then, she and her friends had promised to write every day. Not that they were allowed to know, but she planned to send an owl to give them her letters, and to get theirs.
And besides, this chest was scaring her.
Amalie had managed to shrink to the back of the line, and was considering just hiding behind a table, when a ringing voice called "Frayne, Amalie!"
Almost involuntarily, Amalie stepped forward. Walking toward the chest, she broke out in a slight sweat.
She took a deep breath, and smoothed out her robes. However, instead of the neat first appearance she had been trying to make, her robes caught under her feet, sending her flying forward onto her face, nearly upending the Sorting Chest.
Blushing a brilliant shade of crimon that accompanied the Firewind table nicely, Amalie straightened up, and climbed into the Chest properly. Amalie, you prat, she told herself furiously.
And then the top of the chest slammed shut, and Amalie was in darkness.
Thank you. Any other information will be given upon request. -bows out-
Age: Eleven
Hobbies: Softball. Instant messenging. Novels. No, that does not include textbooks or school in any manner.
Appearence:
- Brown hair, shoulder length. Yes, it's just brown. I could use a different adjective, but none apply. Pull out a brown Crayola crayon. If you can think of adjectives to describe that color besides 'brown', notify me.
- She's wearing robes. Which are black.
- And, she's wearing a black pointed hat.
- ...that's it.
Motto: o.o;; What's that supposed to mean?
History: --chucks book titled 'The Detailed History of Miss Amalie Frayne'.-- You flip it over. On the back, it says
'Amalie led a normal Muggle life, in which absolutely nothing of grand importance happened to her (unless you count winning the primary school spelling bee at age nine) until her Moonwhisp owl appeared at her window. Still want to read the book? Feel free.'
Characteristics: May I give an example of this with the following passage.
The little girl was wondering if it was possible to make herself invisible by wanting to enough. Hidden in the midst of the rest of the first years, Amalie Frayne was literally shaking with fear.
As the first years lined up behind a large box that looked like it had been removed from some Mediterranean pirate treasure.
"You will come forward," said a teacher with a large clipboard in her hand, "and sit in the chest. It will then Sort you into your respective Houses." She consulted her clipboard, before looking up, and announcing that 'Aberly, Daniel' was to be first.
Amalie looked at the chest dubiously. How exactly was that supposed to--
"BLACKVENOM," came the voice from the Chest.
Amalie jumped. Okay, what? She blinked, trying to keep from staring at the chest(just as several other first years were doing). She was supposed to climb into something that was going to talk?
Somehow, the prospect of this scared her more than being at a school for nine months consisting of no one she'd ever met before. But then, she and her friends had promised to write every day. Not that they were allowed to know, but she planned to send an owl to give them her letters, and to get theirs.
And besides, this chest was scaring her.
Amalie had managed to shrink to the back of the line, and was considering just hiding behind a table, when a ringing voice called "Frayne, Amalie!"
Almost involuntarily, Amalie stepped forward. Walking toward the chest, she broke out in a slight sweat.
She took a deep breath, and smoothed out her robes. However, instead of the neat first appearance she had been trying to make, her robes caught under her feet, sending her flying forward onto her face, nearly upending the Sorting Chest.
Blushing a brilliant shade of crimon that accompanied the Firewind table nicely, Amalie straightened up, and climbed into the Chest properly. Amalie, you prat, she told herself furiously.
And then the top of the chest slammed shut, and Amalie was in darkness.
Thank you. Any other information will be given upon request. -bows out-
