Post by Moopsie on Jul 31, 2008 20:20:57 GMT -8
Name: Moopsie
Character: Hugo Weasley
Parents: Ron and Hermione ( Granger ) Weasley
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 14/4th
Birth gender: Male
Sample:
Knockturn Alley had always been a dark place. Even after, a long period of disappearance from the death eaters. Warren couldn’t believe that his own father was a death eater. It was amazing but what he couldn’t understand was why he kept that secret from him and the rest of his family. Didn’t his father trust him? Warren was good with secrets especially family ones. But, sometimes, he couldn’t help but brag about certain things like the one of his grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, he had been kept in Azkaban for quite sometime because of his attempt to kill a boy. Amazing, Warren wished he knew who that boy was but his father just refused to tell him. How hard was it to tell your first child about your family’s history? Why couldn’t he know? He wouldn’t say anything. Okay, well, maybe he would but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he wanted to know about his family and he wanted to know now. That’s why he came to Knockturn Alley this evening. He’d sent his grandfather a letter to meet him in Borgin and Burkes. Warren let a sigh pass his lips as he walked down the darkened alleys of Knockturn Alley. He lowered his head and removed the lightened cigarette from his lips. Smoking was his bad habit. He never liked to do it but it was just too addicting to stop.
Warren came to a halt as soon as he reached the entrance of Borgin and Burkes. He dropped the cigarette on the pavement and crushed it with the bottom of his shoe. He took a step back and took in every detail of Borgin and Burkes. The place was abandoned and you could spot many cracks in the windows. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around. Where was that old man? Why was he taking so long? As you can tell, Warren was a very impatient man. He got it from his mother and it wasn’t something he was proud of at all. Since, long before he was born, his father and mother had a fall out in school. They didn’t like each other at all. It was probably because his father was in Slytherin and his mother was Gryffindor. Both of those houses had been rivals ever since the start of everything. Even now, they didn’t get along. How did his parents fall in love? He hadn’t had the slightest clue. Warren found it rather weird how his father ended up betraying his own family. He couldn’t get over the fact that his mother was a blood traitor long ago. She probably still was. He shrugged his shoulders at this. Then why did she marry his father? Did she want to spy on him and find out what he did with the death eaters? Warren shook his head. No, it couldn’t be true. His mother wouldn’t do that to him. She loved him. That’s why she married him.
“Where have you been, Warren? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” came a voice from behind him. Warren turned around to face this voice. A man came out from an alley. He was holding a black cane with a silver snake on top of it. He also had been wearing all black and his hair was blonde mixed with grey stripes. He didn’t look too happy but his grandfather never was.
“Sorry, grandpa, I had to sneak out from the Manor,” replied Warren while smirking. He hadn’t seen his grandfather in ages.
“Follow me,” said his grandfather while turning around. Warren followed his grandfather. After passing many dark alleys and abandoned shops they arrived upon the exit of Knockturn Alley and the entrance of Diagon Alley. “Why are we here?” asked Warren while looking at his grandfather rather suspiciously. “Your father has servants around Knockturn Alley coming here would make it easier for us to speak,” replied his grandfather. What a load of bullocks! Diagon Alley had always been crowded even during the night time. Suddenly, his grandfather had come to a stop. Warren turned to see what he had been facing. “Flourish and Blotts!” he groaned. “Why not some place else? Like Slug and Jiggers Apothecary?” asked Warren. His grandfather glared at him and then entered the bookshop. Did Warren mention he was picky? Well, now, you know, he’s as picky as a pickle. If he didn’t get his way then he’d complain and refuse to do what others want him to. But, he was desperate to hear about his family history so he was willing to do anything to find out. His grandfather went up the stairs and into the section nearest to him. Warren followed him slowly and peeked curiously into the section to see what his grandfather was doing.
“Come here,” his grandfather snapped suddenly and without another word, Warren made his way over to him. His grandfather removed a book from the shelf and handed it to him. “Take this and read it,” he said while looking down at Warren. At this moment in time, Warren felt like a child again. He felt as if he was looked down upon. Worthless… it was a horrible feeling. “All of it, understood?” added his grandfather. Warren nodded slowly in reply.
A few days later, Warren was found in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. A lamp was turned on near a green sofa of which Warren was settled in. He had a book in his hand and he seemed rather taken in by it. What Warren couldn’t understand was why wouldn’t his grandfather just tell him about his history? Why was he making a big deal of it? Why couldn’t Warren know without having to cause such a commotion? Warren placed a serious expression on his face and closed the book while sitting up on the sofa. He messed with his hair a bit before standing up and making his way over to the kitchen. “Primo!?” called out Warren while allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The only light that was on in the Manor was the lamp in the living room. Warren had grown used to this since he was normally the only one at the Manor. The rest of his family always went out and didn’t get back until after midnight. Stupid elf, he thought to himself while frowning. “Primo!? Where are you!?” Warren called out again but this time frustration was in his tone.
“H-h-h-here, sir!” came a nervous voice from behind him. Warren turned around and lowered his head. He groped the darkness until his hand landed on something rough… a head, maybe? “Primo? Could you get my wand and bring me a sandwich?” He asked while forcing out a sort of demented smile. Warren didn’t like to smile but he respected his house elf and Primo always liked to see his masters happy. Warren patted the rough head before making his way back into the living room. He picked up the book once more and waited patiently for his wand and sandwich. This was turning out to be a very uneventful evening for Warren. Like it always was.
Character: Hugo Weasley
Parents: Ron and Hermione ( Granger ) Weasley
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 14/4th
Birth gender: Male
Sample:
Knockturn Alley had always been a dark place. Even after, a long period of disappearance from the death eaters. Warren couldn’t believe that his own father was a death eater. It was amazing but what he couldn’t understand was why he kept that secret from him and the rest of his family. Didn’t his father trust him? Warren was good with secrets especially family ones. But, sometimes, he couldn’t help but brag about certain things like the one of his grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, he had been kept in Azkaban for quite sometime because of his attempt to kill a boy. Amazing, Warren wished he knew who that boy was but his father just refused to tell him. How hard was it to tell your first child about your family’s history? Why couldn’t he know? He wouldn’t say anything. Okay, well, maybe he would but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he wanted to know about his family and he wanted to know now. That’s why he came to Knockturn Alley this evening. He’d sent his grandfather a letter to meet him in Borgin and Burkes. Warren let a sigh pass his lips as he walked down the darkened alleys of Knockturn Alley. He lowered his head and removed the lightened cigarette from his lips. Smoking was his bad habit. He never liked to do it but it was just too addicting to stop.
Warren came to a halt as soon as he reached the entrance of Borgin and Burkes. He dropped the cigarette on the pavement and crushed it with the bottom of his shoe. He took a step back and took in every detail of Borgin and Burkes. The place was abandoned and you could spot many cracks in the windows. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around. Where was that old man? Why was he taking so long? As you can tell, Warren was a very impatient man. He got it from his mother and it wasn’t something he was proud of at all. Since, long before he was born, his father and mother had a fall out in school. They didn’t like each other at all. It was probably because his father was in Slytherin and his mother was Gryffindor. Both of those houses had been rivals ever since the start of everything. Even now, they didn’t get along. How did his parents fall in love? He hadn’t had the slightest clue. Warren found it rather weird how his father ended up betraying his own family. He couldn’t get over the fact that his mother was a blood traitor long ago. She probably still was. He shrugged his shoulders at this. Then why did she marry his father? Did she want to spy on him and find out what he did with the death eaters? Warren shook his head. No, it couldn’t be true. His mother wouldn’t do that to him. She loved him. That’s why she married him.
“Where have you been, Warren? I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” came a voice from behind him. Warren turned around to face this voice. A man came out from an alley. He was holding a black cane with a silver snake on top of it. He also had been wearing all black and his hair was blonde mixed with grey stripes. He didn’t look too happy but his grandfather never was.
“Sorry, grandpa, I had to sneak out from the Manor,” replied Warren while smirking. He hadn’t seen his grandfather in ages.
“Follow me,” said his grandfather while turning around. Warren followed his grandfather. After passing many dark alleys and abandoned shops they arrived upon the exit of Knockturn Alley and the entrance of Diagon Alley. “Why are we here?” asked Warren while looking at his grandfather rather suspiciously. “Your father has servants around Knockturn Alley coming here would make it easier for us to speak,” replied his grandfather. What a load of bullocks! Diagon Alley had always been crowded even during the night time. Suddenly, his grandfather had come to a stop. Warren turned to see what he had been facing. “Flourish and Blotts!” he groaned. “Why not some place else? Like Slug and Jiggers Apothecary?” asked Warren. His grandfather glared at him and then entered the bookshop. Did Warren mention he was picky? Well, now, you know, he’s as picky as a pickle. If he didn’t get his way then he’d complain and refuse to do what others want him to. But, he was desperate to hear about his family history so he was willing to do anything to find out. His grandfather went up the stairs and into the section nearest to him. Warren followed him slowly and peeked curiously into the section to see what his grandfather was doing.
“Come here,” his grandfather snapped suddenly and without another word, Warren made his way over to him. His grandfather removed a book from the shelf and handed it to him. “Take this and read it,” he said while looking down at Warren. At this moment in time, Warren felt like a child again. He felt as if he was looked down upon. Worthless… it was a horrible feeling. “All of it, understood?” added his grandfather. Warren nodded slowly in reply.
A few days later, Warren was found in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. A lamp was turned on near a green sofa of which Warren was settled in. He had a book in his hand and he seemed rather taken in by it. What Warren couldn’t understand was why wouldn’t his grandfather just tell him about his history? Why was he making a big deal of it? Why couldn’t Warren know without having to cause such a commotion? Warren placed a serious expression on his face and closed the book while sitting up on the sofa. He messed with his hair a bit before standing up and making his way over to the kitchen. “Primo!?” called out Warren while allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The only light that was on in the Manor was the lamp in the living room. Warren had grown used to this since he was normally the only one at the Manor. The rest of his family always went out and didn’t get back until after midnight. Stupid elf, he thought to himself while frowning. “Primo!? Where are you!?” Warren called out again but this time frustration was in his tone.
“H-h-h-here, sir!” came a nervous voice from behind him. Warren turned around and lowered his head. He groped the darkness until his hand landed on something rough… a head, maybe? “Primo? Could you get my wand and bring me a sandwich?” He asked while forcing out a sort of demented smile. Warren didn’t like to smile but he respected his house elf and Primo always liked to see his masters happy. Warren patted the rough head before making his way back into the living room. He picked up the book once more and waited patiently for his wand and sandwich. This was turning out to be a very uneventful evening for Warren. Like it always was.
