Post by Lorraine Cunningham on Aug 9, 2009 21:43:35 GMT -5
Name: Lorraine Isabelle Cunningham
Age: 14
Birthday: September 2nd
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Entering her first year—for the fourth (?) time.
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Wand: 11", willow, unicorn hair. Extremely, extremely floppy.
Hair: Thin, straw-like, and very brittle, most likely because of Lorraine's diet. Goes a bit past her shoulders.
Eyes: Gray-blue.
Skin: Pale to the point where veins stand out in grotesque detail.
Height: Barely reaching 5'2".
Body Type: Very bony, slim, and flabby. It's quite apparent she doesn't work out. Often slouches.
Bloodline: Born from two squibs, both from mixed lines.
Likes: Learning, bland food, sweets, rain, family, napping.
Dislikes: Physical activity, cooking, tricks and deceit, spicy things, thinking hard.
Hopes, Dreams, Goals: Lorraine desperately wishes to succeed at magic, seeing how ecstatic her parents were at the thought of her being a witch. And yet, after struggling to even pass her first year, she just wants to find something she can do passably well.
Fears: Despite her dreamy, go-with-the-flow disposition, after being transferred from one school to the next, Lorraine's biggest fear is that, someday, there will be no other schools to go to after failing out the last one.
Skills in Magic: Abysmal. Aside from never witnessing her own parents perform nor even speak much about magic, being squibs, Lorraine's so-called wand movements look more like lethargic flailings. Through syrup. Herbology and other classes that require minimal wand waving are the only classes she's anywhere near decent at.
Personality: Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, Lorraine is naïve, sluggish, and lacking in common sense. She seldom knows what's going on around her due to her daydreaming, yet is rarely fazed when something out-of-the-ordinary happens. On the other hand, because of her mild temperament, Lorraine seems to be in a permanent state of placid contentment. She doesn't agonize over what she considers "little details" and approaches life optimistically.
Surprisingly enough, Lorraine has a very good (though terribly selective) memory.
Relationship Status: Single and oblivious.
Friends: Benedictine, her (dead) mouse, aka Ferris; Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm, aka Sparky X Cobalt; Gecko Gwynie, aka Gwyneviere Pendragon; Orcaa, aka Orca; Germy the (Currently Lost) Four-Handed Flying Boy, aka Jeremy Kullman; Miss Kitty Blue, the Russian Blue Archangel kitty, aka Micha Volkov; Master Chef, aka Gabriel Taylor Adams
Enemies:
Rivals:
Crushes:
Crushes on her:
Idols: Sparky; Gwyn; the Lovely Ms. Diviniations Professor Lady, aka Chloe Vablatsky; the Mr. Amazing Professor, aka Protégé Seapplek; Mr. Wind Ham (Flying Piggy), aka Arthur Wyndham
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: Lorraine has a very faint, preoccupied sort of voice that seems to require all of her lung capacity to produce. This, of course, is not helped by the fact that she seems to perpetually have some sort of raw vegetable or dried meat in her mouth. Additionally, Lorraine never did learn how to swim, but enjoys being by bodies of water all the same. Usually looks very vacant.
Pets: After the request to bring in her beloved ant farm was firmly denied, Lorraine settled for the occasional visits from her family's sociable barn owl.
Broom: None.
Heroes: A long list of obscure witches and wizards of obscure accomplishments.
Family
"Papa": Thomas Christopher Cunningham, a hard-working doctor in the Muggle world. Born a squib. Distantly related to a "Xenophilius Lovegood."
"Mama": Isabelle Rebecca Cunningham, a self-employed seamstress. Also a squib from a long line of witches and wizards of some renown.
Lorraine also has quite a large extended family, though not many have kept in contact with their squib relatives who seemed so determined to live normal Muggle lives.
Threads I'm in (most recent at top)
Cookie Time
Charms Class (January 2011)
Party of (for?) Two (Hufflepuff Common Room)
Muggle Studies 3
Decorating (Hufflepuff Common Room)
'10-'11 Class Two: Dowsing
Charms Assignment Thread
Transfiguration Class I (Years 1-4)
Signs of the Sixth Devil Happening
She & Him
Charms Class (December 2010)
Astrology '10-'11 Class One
Potions 1.'10-11
Muggle Studies 2(..? I don't even know anymore.)
First Contact
'10-'11 Class One: Crystal Gazing
A-OK
Herm.
Can't I Get a Poptart?
Summer Special: Sex Education
Slippery Slope
Drops of Juniper
Afternoon Apocalypse
Learning Takes Effort
Potions Class 2 ('09 - '10)
Potions Lesson 1 ('09 - '10)
Class - Fwoopers
Transfiguration: Class II
Charms, Substitute Class One (09-10)
Class One (09-10 term) (muggle studies)
Class One - Tea Leaves ('09-'10)
A Morning Arrival
History: WILL BE UPDATED LATER AKA NEVER C:
At one of the many magical get-togethers of witches and wizards her parents seemed so fond of throwing, one miserable Isabelle Rebecca Tellion—age 14, decisively labeled "magic-less"—sat securely out of sight, confident she could wait this party out, just like all the others. Until, that is, she heard the unmistakable yelping of another unfortunate victim of a goblin-made table fond of tripping passerby. Sighing, Isabelle lurched to her feet. Why anyone would actually be going down this particular hallway was beyond her; she had chosen this particular side of the house to hide out the festivities since the enormous picture of a leering gnome plastered in that specific hall usually scared away most guests.
"Uwaah! No! Stop! G-good table! Good table!"
As Isabelle hurried to the location of where the crashes were coming from, she frowned, irritated. Why didn't the person just shoot a hex at the table? That usually stopped rampaging pewter tables, didn't it? It wasn't as if the Ministry would even know who the owner of the spell, if the person was underage, seeing as this was home of a witch and wizard. "All right all right. Table, be good, or I'll tell on you." The hefty stone table paused, one leg suspended in the air, then sulkily screeched off, perhaps remembering the last time Isabelle had barreled into it as punishment. "Hey, hey, you okay?" she offered, disinterested, as she heaved the mystery person to his or her feet.
"Oh—yes," a voice replied absently. "Pardon me, I was simply so preoccupied with this ingeniously crafted floorpiece that I ran right into that, er, pleasant table of yours. Have a nice night." And the mystery person wandered off. And that would've been the end of that, if not for the fact that at every gathering her parents would hold after that Isabelle would find herself rescuing someone who was a little too enthralled with the family rug. And eventually, maybe after the third or fourth time, she finally demanded why he didn't just hex the damn thing so she wouldn't have to come save him all the time, and how about taking a different path?
"Well," he said vaguely, "to come see you, of course."
After years of correspondence by owl and meetings by the pewter table, Isabelle Rebecca Tellion was now Isabelle Rebecca Cunningham. Aware of the fact that the two of them were both squibs, and determining any children they would have would most likely turn out to be magic-less, the two opted for a quiet life as ordinary Muggles who had a bit of an owl infestation at times and seemed to enjoy talking to fireplaces.
Fast forward a couple years. Isabelle had given birth to a lovely little girl—a bit quiet, perhaps—and nothing was going to get in the way of their happy family dream. Except maybe a toddler seemingly hell-bent on stuffing grass in her mouth, jabbing forks into electric outlets, having drowning scares, constantly wandering off on her own—
But nothing the least magical about her.
That is, until she was nearing the end of her ninth year and she blew out glowing soap bubbles for two hours whenever she opened her mouth.
To say her parents were pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.
And so, off to school she went, smiling ear to ear, off to learn magic her parents never could, off to learn how to be a wonderful, upstanding young witch to be proud of.
Well, that was the plan. And of course, only the best-made plans go awry.
Lorraine failed school after school.
And now, this somewhat out-of-the-way school, off in Spain, of all places, was one of the very last chances, one of the few schools left in that area of Europe Lorraine had yet to fail out of. And she resolved to do her best.DERP!
Age: 14
Birthday: September 2nd
House: Hufflepuff
Year: Entering her first year—for the fourth (?) time.
Zodiac Sign: Virgo
Wand: 11", willow, unicorn hair. Extremely, extremely floppy.
Hair: Thin, straw-like, and very brittle, most likely because of Lorraine's diet. Goes a bit past her shoulders.
Eyes: Gray-blue.
Skin: Pale to the point where veins stand out in grotesque detail.
Height: Barely reaching 5'2".
Body Type: Very bony, slim, and flabby. It's quite apparent she doesn't work out. Often slouches.
Bloodline: Born from two squibs, both from mixed lines.
Likes: Learning, bland food, sweets, rain, family, napping.
Dislikes: Physical activity, cooking, tricks and deceit, spicy things, thinking hard.
Hopes, Dreams, Goals: Lorraine desperately wishes to succeed at magic, seeing how ecstatic her parents were at the thought of her being a witch. And yet, after struggling to even pass her first year, she just wants to find something she can do passably well.
Fears: Despite her dreamy, go-with-the-flow disposition, after being transferred from one school to the next, Lorraine's biggest fear is that, someday, there will be no other schools to go to after failing out the last one.
Skills in Magic: Abysmal. Aside from never witnessing her own parents perform nor even speak much about magic, being squibs, Lorraine's so-called wand movements look more like lethargic flailings. Through syrup. Herbology and other classes that require minimal wand waving are the only classes she's anywhere near decent at.
Personality: Not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, Lorraine is naïve, sluggish, and lacking in common sense. She seldom knows what's going on around her due to her daydreaming, yet is rarely fazed when something out-of-the-ordinary happens. On the other hand, because of her mild temperament, Lorraine seems to be in a permanent state of placid contentment. She doesn't agonize over what she considers "little details" and approaches life optimistically.
Surprisingly enough, Lorraine has a very good (though terribly selective) memory.
Relationship Status: Single and oblivious.
Friends: Benedictine, her (dead) mouse, aka Ferris; Mr. Sparky Thunderstorm, aka Sparky X Cobalt; Gecko Gwynie, aka Gwyneviere Pendragon; Orcaa, aka Orca; Germy the (Currently Lost) Four-Handed Flying Boy, aka Jeremy Kullman; Miss Kitty Blue, the Russian Blue Archangel kitty, aka Micha Volkov; Master Chef, aka Gabriel Taylor Adams
Enemies:
Rivals:
Crushes:
Crushes on her:
Idols: Sparky; Gwyn; the Lovely Ms. Diviniations Professor Lady, aka Chloe Vablatsky; the Mr. Amazing Professor, aka Protégé Seapplek; Mr. Wind Ham (Flying Piggy), aka Arthur Wyndham
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: Lorraine has a very faint, preoccupied sort of voice that seems to require all of her lung capacity to produce. This, of course, is not helped by the fact that she seems to perpetually have some sort of raw vegetable or dried meat in her mouth. Additionally, Lorraine never did learn how to swim, but enjoys being by bodies of water all the same. Usually looks very vacant.
Pets: After the request to bring in her beloved ant farm was firmly denied, Lorraine settled for the occasional visits from her family's sociable barn owl.
Broom: None.
Heroes: A long list of obscure witches and wizards of obscure accomplishments.
Family
"Papa": Thomas Christopher Cunningham, a hard-working doctor in the Muggle world. Born a squib. Distantly related to a "Xenophilius Lovegood."
"Mama": Isabelle Rebecca Cunningham, a self-employed seamstress. Also a squib from a long line of witches and wizards of some renown.
Lorraine also has quite a large extended family, though not many have kept in contact with their squib relatives who seemed so determined to live normal Muggle lives.
Threads I'm in (most recent at top)
Cookie Time
Charms Class (January 2011)
Party of (for?) Two (Hufflepuff Common Room)
Muggle Studies 3
Decorating (Hufflepuff Common Room)
'10-'11 Class Two: Dowsing
Charms Assignment Thread
Transfiguration Class I (Years 1-4)
Signs of the Sixth Devil Happening
She & Him
Charms Class (December 2010)
Astrology '10-'11 Class One
Potions 1.'10-11
Muggle Studies 2(..? I don't even know anymore.)
First Contact
'10-'11 Class One: Crystal Gazing
A-OK
Herm.
Can't I Get a Poptart?
Summer Special: Sex Education
Slippery Slope
Drops of Juniper
Afternoon Apocalypse
Learning Takes Effort
Potions Class 2 ('09 - '10)
Potions Lesson 1 ('09 - '10)
Class - Fwoopers
Transfiguration: Class II
Charms, Substitute Class One (09-10)
Class One (09-10 term) (muggle studies)
Class One - Tea Leaves ('09-'10)
A Morning Arrival
History: WILL BE UPDATED LATER AKA NEVER C:
"Uwaah! No! Stop! G-good table! Good table!"
As Isabelle hurried to the location of where the crashes were coming from, she frowned, irritated. Why didn't the person just shoot a hex at the table? That usually stopped rampaging pewter tables, didn't it? It wasn't as if the Ministry would even know who the owner of the spell, if the person was underage, seeing as this was home of a witch and wizard. "All right all right. Table, be good, or I'll tell on you." The hefty stone table paused, one leg suspended in the air, then sulkily screeched off, perhaps remembering the last time Isabelle had barreled into it as punishment. "Hey, hey, you okay?" she offered, disinterested, as she heaved the mystery person to his or her feet.
"Oh—yes," a voice replied absently. "Pardon me, I was simply so preoccupied with this ingeniously crafted floorpiece that I ran right into that, er, pleasant table of yours. Have a nice night." And the mystery person wandered off. And that would've been the end of that, if not for the fact that at every gathering her parents would hold after that Isabelle would find herself rescuing someone who was a little too enthralled with the family rug. And eventually, maybe after the third or fourth time, she finally demanded why he didn't just hex the damn thing so she wouldn't have to come save him all the time, and how about taking a different path?
"Well," he said vaguely, "to come see you, of course."
After years of correspondence by owl and meetings by the pewter table, Isabelle Rebecca Tellion was now Isabelle Rebecca Cunningham. Aware of the fact that the two of them were both squibs, and determining any children they would have would most likely turn out to be magic-less, the two opted for a quiet life as ordinary Muggles who had a bit of an owl infestation at times and seemed to enjoy talking to fireplaces.
Fast forward a couple years. Isabelle had given birth to a lovely little girl—a bit quiet, perhaps—and nothing was going to get in the way of their happy family dream. Except maybe a toddler seemingly hell-bent on stuffing grass in her mouth, jabbing forks into electric outlets, having drowning scares, constantly wandering off on her own—
But nothing the least magical about her.
That is, until she was nearing the end of her ninth year and she blew out glowing soap bubbles for two hours whenever she opened her mouth.
To say her parents were pleasantly surprised would be an understatement.
And so, off to school she went, smiling ear to ear, off to learn magic her parents never could, off to learn how to be a wonderful, upstanding young witch to be proud of.
Well, that was the plan. And of course, only the best-made plans go awry.
Lorraine failed school after school.
And now, this somewhat out-of-the-way school, off in Spain, of all places, was one of the very last chances, one of the few schools left in that area of Europe Lorraine had yet to fail out of. And she resolved to do her best.DERP!