MCKINNON, esmeralda, accepted

MCKINNON, esmeralda trinity

USED TO DREAM UNTIL I STOPPED WRITING FICTION (the player)
name; Angel
age; Twenty
gender; Female, last time I checked.
rp experience; Ten years, or thereabouts
how'd you find us?; Half the people on CM kept talking about ALBOM, so I decided to join.
activity; As much as humanly possible, while still attending classes, eating, and using the bathroom. XD
contact; PM me, and I’ll cough up IM info. Or just PM me.
other characters?; I don’t have anyone else right now… but I might have my eye on the female d’Eath. Maybe.


ALL RIGHT, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE (the basics)
full name; “My full name Esmeralda Trinity McKinnon; I actually think it’s kinda pretty.”
nicknames; “Izzy or Iz (mostly Izzy) is what I usually go by; mum’s pet name for me is Esme. But other than that, call me Izzy. ‘Kay?”
age; “I’m sixteen. No, I’m not legal. Yes, I’ve gotten drunk before. Many times. What of it?”
birthday; “When I was born, it was Friday, October the thirteenth. Yes, I know what that means. Yes, I’m superstitious. You’ll see why later.”
house&year; “I’m in sixth year, and a Gryffindor of course. Like I could be anything else?”
alliance; “The Order, all the way. I’m muggleborn, for one thing, and all these people who are sitting around, twiddling their thumbs, and looking the other way? Pull your heads out of your asses, unless you’ve got some kind of annihilation wish. Because Voldemort is coming, and anyone who’s trying to pretend he isn’t is completely blind.”
blood status; “I’m muggleborn; why, is that a problem?”
sexuality; “I’m straight, so far as I can tell. I’ve only ever been with guys, anyway, and I don’t have any sexual attraction to females. Guys are plenty enough for me, at this point.”
pets; “Don’t tell me you don’t know about Krystal. Practically the whole castle knows about Krystal. She’s the sweetest cat ever—a Siamese, with tiger striping, I forget the name. And chocolate point on her head. Most people who know her call her a demon, but I don’t know what they’re on about. Just because she has a penchant for flaying skin from bone of anyone who isn’t me...”
canon or original; Canon
anything else?; “It ain’t illegal if you don’t get caught.” Words to live by.


MAYBE IT ENDED WHEN I ENDED COMPETITION (the physical appearance)
playby; Melanie Laurent
hair; “My hair’s a cross between Mum and Dad, dark, blond-streaked auburn. I change the color all the time, this magic stuff is amazing. It ranges from platinum blond to nearly-black, as the fancy takes me. I even made it fire red for a few weeks once, until mum threatened to make it permanently pink.”
eyes; “Ok, so everyone that knows my family can see, I got my eyes from Dad. They’re a really, really light blue—like, they’re almost silver. Kind of round, a little large for my face, I guess; and pretty much like double-doors to my soul. I don’t get how people can hide emotions from their face—I fail miserably whenever I try, unless I just make myself get angry to cover them up. Which is way too easy, not that you’d hear me admit that.”
height/ weight; “I’m about five feet, five inches, and I weight one hundred and twenty-five pounds. In case you’re wondering, I’ve got a BMI of 20.8.”
build; “Ok, first things first—I’m a Quidditch player. Like, Quidditch is practically my life. I fly every available second, and I think it shows. Meaning that I’ve got a very athletic build, cause I don’t just fly, I run. I do laps around the Lake weekends, and sometimes around midnight when I can get away with it. So I’m not too overly muscular, but I’m very toned, and pretty strong, if I do say so myself—but not very, which is why I don’t do muggle dueling for the most part; I’d prefer to go for my wand. In a nutshell, I’m slim and athletic.”
style; “Style? Me? You’ve got to be joking. Fashion and I are nodding acquaintances at best, and you can hardly call what jumps into my hand first thing in the morning style. Besides, at Hogwarts I mostly wear the uniform, except on weekends and vacations. Usually though, when I’m not in uniform, I wear a pair of jeans and a shirt—again, whatever jumps into my hand. When I go running it’s a pair of sweats, a shirt, and a scrunchy. I’m not picky.”
anything else?; “If you wanna dress like a slut, dress like a slut. But don’t get pissed if people automatically assume you’re a slut cause you dress like one.” Favorite made-up quote.


BECAUSE I'D ALWAYS LOSE (the personality)
likes;

i. Sex;; “Who doesn’t love a mind-blowing orgasm once in a while? If you say you don’t, you’re lying to yourself.”
ii. Hot guys;; “Call me superficial, but in a relationship where either party is mostly in it for the sex, hotness factor is definitely taken into account. And really, really hot guys? Oh man, are they good in the sack. Especially Slytherins, but don’t tell anyone you heard me say that. I‘d have to kill you if you did.”
iii. Badasses that fall into the above category;; “Like I said, some of the best sex I’ve had has been with Slytherins whom I hate, and who hate me. So sue me.”
iv. Birthdays;; “Even though my birthday falls on the same unlucky day every year, I can’t say I don’t like the presents, cause I love getting presents. Even if there isn’t an occasion. Hint hint.”
v. Forget-Me-Nots;; “They’re beautiful; enough said.”
vi. Silver;; “It looks good on me. Is that a bad thing to say? Does it make me sound narcissistic? It does? Oh well, who gives a damn?”
vii. Blue just-about-anything;; “Blue is my favorite color. I know, I know, I’m a Gryffindor, and don’t get me wrong, I love red. But blue was my favorite color long before I knew the wizarding world existed.”
viii. Her family;; “Look, family is special; they’re some of the only people you can want to strangle half the time, and love to pieces the rest. Without family, a person must be very lonely; luckily, I don’t need to experience that kind of loneliness.”
ix. Quidditch;; “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again—Quidditch is my life. If I can, I will go professional when I graduate; and I’m a damn good Keeper, if I do say so myself.”
x. Flying;; “I’m a damn good flier, too—you can take my word for it. Or just watch Quidditch matches, when we steamroller those stuck-up Slytherns.”
xi. Winning;; “Yeah, in case you didn’t guess, I like winning. A lot. Not enough to cheat, per se, but I certainly wouldn’t mind incapacitating Slytherins right before a major game—they certainly do their best to take Gryffindor out of the running.”
xii. Chocolate;; “Who would be insane enough not to love chocolate? The darker the better, I say.”
xiii. Bribes (of the sweet variety);; “I can be bribed with certain, copious amounts of chocolate, depending on what it is you’re trying to get out of me.”
xiv. Alcohol (especially fire whiskey);; “Yes, I’m only sixteen. Yes, I’ve already developed a taste for firewhiskey. And despite the drawbacks—like, oh, wicked hangovers—I’m not planning to stop any time soon. Though I’m sure I could if I wanted to. Really.”
xv. Getting drunk;; “Like I said, I like firewhiskey. And I like getting drunk—it’s easier to explain away having sex with a Slytherin if I was drunk at the time.”
xvi. Duelling;; “If you want to piss me off, go right ahead, but know that I will probably challenge you to a duel, and I won’t lose. I won’t let myself lose.”
xvii. Passion;; “Ok, seriously. Sex is all fine and dandy (and one of my favorite pastimes) but without the slightest bit of passion (like, say, a deep, unabiding hatred for one another) it’s just no fun.”

dislikes;

i. Authority;; “Who likes being bossed around? Honestly! Who gave professors the right to give out detention, anyway?”
ii. Being bossed around;; “My sister lords her one-year-olderness over me all the time, I don’t need it from Professors too.”
iii. House prejudices;; “You know, I don’t care much for hating someone just because they’re of a different House; I’d rather get to know them before passing judgment. And while most Slytherins despise me for being a muggleborn Gryffindor, that doesn’t stop some of the guys from being amazing in bed.”
iv. Blood prejudices;; “Now, I know, I’m muggleborn, so I’m probably pre-disposed to hate blood-prejudice, but I would hate it even if I were pureblood, I’m sure. A person can’t help who their parents are, or that magic chose to use them as a vessel through which to work—why should I pass judgment, when Merlin obviously wanted things a certain way?”
v. Show muscle;; “Look, one of the things I really hate is someone who’s all talk, no action. Most Slytherins I know are tough-talking blowhards, but pull a wand on ‘em and they run the other way with their tail in between their legs—and those that stick around tend to wish they hadn’t.”
vi. Cowards;; “I get that sometimes, extreme bravery can be equated to stupidity; but cowardice is downright despicable. You can do your best to avoid violent situations, but if you desert your friends to save your own skin, you deserve to be flayed alive, and then salted.”
vii. Traitors;; “I don’t care who you are, or what your agenda is—if you betray me, or anyone close to me or you, you’re worse than a coward; much, much worse.”
viii. Being tied down;; “I don’t really like being tied down to any one person for too long; I prefer to ‘test the waters’, as it were. Hey, it’s worked for me up to now.”
ix. Losing;; “Yeah… losing isn’t my strong suit, and I’ll admit, when I do (which is quite rare), I don’t take it well. Call me a sore loser, you probably wouldn’t be wrong, but I really wouldn’t care.”
x. People who don't know how to have fun;; “What’s the point in living, if you can’t feel alive?” ((James Bond, FTW!!! XD))
xi. People who are stupid on purpose;; “I can get honest to Merlin stupidity; some people really can’t tell their arse from a hole in the ground. But people who pretend to be stupid? They really annoy me.”
xii. Emotional pain;; “I know, I know, I sound like a cocky snot, but I can handle almost any physical pain you throw at me. Emotional pain? Not so much. Why do you think I avoid falling for the guys I sleep with?”
xiii. Fear;; “I don’t like seeing other’s afraid, but more than that, I hate feeling afraid. I don’t handle fear well—I tend to act like a cornered cat; when I’m really scared, my rash, impulsive behaviour quotient shoots through the roof, and I tend to find myself in an even bigger hole as a result.”
xiv. Death;; “Isn’t it obvious? I hate seeing people die, even if I don’t know them, because I know that someone, somewhere, is devastated. I don’t know what I’d do if mum or dad or Marlene or Cole died; and, quite frankly, I don’t want to know.”
xv. Anyone who can make light of someone else's losses, whether in terms of family, friends, or personal hurt;; “Look, I get that some people haven’t been as effected by this war as others—I’m one of those people. I come from a muggle family, and while it’s people like me that are targeted, my family is pretty safe, I think—for now. But anyone who can laugh off someone else’s losses, just because they haven’t experienced losses of their own, make me sick.”
[b ]xvi.[/b] Small spaces of any kind, and inordinately large crowds;; “Alright, look, I’m tellin’ you this once. I’m claustrophobic. I have been ever since I got locked in the kitchen cupboard when I was three years old, and was found by Marly unconscious with bloody hands and feet cause I’d been kicking and screaming, and the rest of my family had been next door at the neighbours, thinking I’d be ok in the house for a few minutes—that turned into a few hours. I was never left alone in the house after that, until I was old enough not to do something similar. And I hate large crowds—I always feel boxed in.”
xvii. Lord Voldemort, his Death Eaters, the war they started, and the emotional baggage that hits everyone the war touches;; “If I ever get to see Lord Mold Shorts, I’m going to tell him to kiss my muggleborn arse. I’d wish for him to die a slow and painful death, but I want him gone as soon as possible; quick and painless would be perfectly fine, from where I’m standing, so long as he died.”

strengths;

i. Izzy is, for one thing, quite profound with magic--of the offensive variety, that is (and when her bad luck doesn’t get in the way). She knows some defensive magics, enough to protect herself, though offense is her real strong suit. She knows almost every notable offensive spell there is, and has made quite a few more in her seven years at Hogwarts; she has yet to be bested in a well-matched magical duel, though perhaps getting knocked on her ass a few times would help with her cocky, over-confident demeanor.
ii. Izzy has always been able to withstand physical pain to a greater degree than most people; she simply opens a compartment in her mind and shoves all the feelings of pain inside it, blocking it off from the rest of her mind, effectively keeping her from feeling it--it's a completely mental strength, but then, such physical feelings as pain are, for all intents and purposes, centered in the mind--it is simply a matter of controlling them. Of course, if she is caught off guard, chances are she won't have time to raise her mental 'shields'
iii. The youngest McKinnon is pretty much impervious to petty insults and the like. It isn't like anyone could call her a mudblood, and anything they do call her (from whore, to slut, to bitch, to dirty half-blood, to tease) she simply ignores. You'd get a more favorable reaction from a castle wall, and it would be less of a waste of time.
iv. With the exception of when she's drunk (which can be quite often) Iz can keep temptation in check and resist male charms (unless the male in question is exceptionally hot, she's drunk, or [heaven forbid] she actually likes him). She's lead many a male on an exhilarating chase--something she takes almost as much of a thrill in as the guys.
v. There is no getting Izzy McKinnon to change her mind about anything she is dead-set on believing. As with insulting her, you'd make more headway with a stone wall, because Izzy is notorious for not budging until everyone has given up trying to get her to.

weaknesses;

i. The first one is easy--guys. While she has the ability and strength of will to resist most guys, she doesn't exercise it all that often. Only in certain cases, if she is hell-bent on not sleeping with a guy, will she completely shut off towards him. Other than that, she hardly ever exercises what little self-control she still possess, to the point where letting go is as natural as breathing for her.
ii. Temper. Yes, this young Gryffindor tends to lose control when things start to make her mad. She's an action-first kind of girl, not the kind who will talk your ear off beforehand, and consequently tends to start throwing spells without bothering to solve whatever problem is at hand. Impulsiveness also falls into this category, as it has become a bad habit over the years, one she is unlikely to break any time soon. She has no reason to, after all, as her methods have worked for her to date.
iii. Izzy McKinnon is definitely overly arrogant and very cocky, particularly when it comes to magical duels and Quidditch, both of which she excels at. She has gone undefeated for so long, particularly in the duels area (when the duels were well matched, of course; her practice duels as a First and Second and Third Year don't really count), that she is getting fairly lazy, beginning to let her guard down. She really needs a few good knocks to get her off the 'I'm invincible' track.
iv. You really want to throw Izzy for a loop (this one applying only to guys, for obvious reasons)? Be nice to her. Izzy normally chooses the hot assholes who don't give a damn to sleep with--it's much safer than sleeping with someone to whom she might form an attachment; she wouldn't know what to do with herself if she ever met someone who actually cared for her. She's too used to using and being used, and she doesn't really want that to change--she likes the way things are (or so she's managed to convince herself).
v. Physically, Izzy is rather lacking in the strength department, despite having fairly toned muscles. Of course, she small and thin, so one could hardly expect her 'tiny ineffectual fists'* to do any harm. The harm comes when one of said fists holds her wand--other than that, if you're a male in particular, you have the advantage in physical strength unless you're a real shrimp.
* Kudos to anyone who caught the TV show reference! XD

fears; Voldemort winning the war; anyone in her close circle of family or friends being killed; Hogwarts being taken over.
dreams;

i. To graduate Hogwarts with top marks on her NEWTs
ii. To become an auror, which would provide tremendous scope for her magical talents
iii. To be able to wait two or three decades before settling down and raising a family
iv. When she finally does settle down (if ever) she deeply wishes to be able to protect her family from everything out there. (she dreams it, even though such a goal is nearly impossible).
v. Like everyone, most likely, on the good side of the war, one of Izzy’s deepest wishes is that the war will end soon—and that the good guys will win.

patronus;

Izzy’s patronus is a large she-wolf, silver like all patronuses. It symbolizes how much family and friendship and the people (or ‘pack’, if you will) around her mean to her, and yet it also shows that she can ‘go it alone’ if she has to (though she prefers to be around others). The wolf is also very protective of those in its pack, as Izzy is as well. Wolves, also like Izzy, thrive at night, as the young Gryffindor herself does. The memory Iz calls up to cast her patronus is the day she got her wand. Feeling the magic pulsating within the warm, elder wood, knowing that she had the core of one of the most majestic creatures she believed existed, has always been her best memory.

boggart; Being trapped in a small, completely enclosed, sealed box, again because Izzy is acutely claustrophobic.
dementor;

Izzy McKinnon's worst memory is something it is best not to go into too much detail with. Suffice it to say that she unwillingly lost her virginity shortly after Christmas Break her second year of Hogwarts. She never did know who it was that attacked her--it had been past midnight, at the time, and she had been sneaking out to the Forbidden Forest (a place that, while it terrifies most students, was always a source of immense fascination for Izzy). She does know that if she ever finds out who it was, she'll hex him to oblivion and back. The bad part is, that experience changed just about everything that was Esmeralda McKinnon, into the wild pary girl she is now. If she hadn't been raped, she probably wouldn't be as free with her body as she is--but she doesn't dwell on that too much.

amortentia;

i. Dark Chocolate
ii. Blueberries
iii. Salt water
iv. Cologne

veritaserum; “Secrets? What makes you think I’ll share those? … Oh hell, did you spike my pumpkin juice?”

i. The main reason why Izzy avoids becoming attached at all costs is because she is afraid to fall in love.
ii. Iz happens to be acutely claustrophobic—not that she’d share that piece of information. Only her family knows.
iii. The younger McKinnon wants to become a Professor when she graduates, though she hasn’t mentioned this to anyone else; anyone who heard it would probably laugh at the idea.
iv. Izzy was raped in second year, and yes, this is something she has kept from everyone, including her sister.

personality description;

There are a few words you could use to adequately describe Esmeralda Trinity McKinnon: impulsive, temperamental, sexual, stubborn, cocky. She isn't the most complex of people to figure out--if you stick to what you see on the surface. From that, you'd most likely gather that she likes to sleep around, especially when she drinks a lot (which is fairly often, when the opportunity arises), she's too cocky for her own good, she loses her temper easily and will throw hexes before questions, acting first and thinking later. Yes, all of those things are true about the young Gryffindor... to an extent. But as always, if you do no more than scratch the surface, you can't paint an accurate portrait. Let's go a bit deeper, shall we?

First things first, Izzy is notorious for her promiscuity. She will sleep with anyone good looking enough, most people say about her. And, for the most part, they tend to be right. But, contrary to popular belief, Izzy has something approaching standards. (For one thing, she isn't into the kinky shit, like handcuffs and leather.) The only time she'll really sleep with any hot guy she sees is when she's drunk off her ass, and while, admittedly, whenever the chance is there she takes it, she isn't that drunk 24/7. Yes, she has probably slept with about half the male upperclassmen by now, if not more, but she doesn't jump someone on a whim... usually. Unlike some Gryffindors, her standards don't exclude guys from Slytherin--she doesn't share the House prejudices of many of her peers, and as a consequence, won't judge someone off the bat until she's gotten to know them better. With guys from Slytherin this doesn't usually happen, as they mostly decide they couldn't be seen in public with a Gryffindor (though apparently it's just fine having sex with one and then bragging about it). It doesn't really bother Izzy, though, since she goes in knowing all the guys want is sex with no strings attached, and since that's what she's out for as well, it all works out rather well.

Izzy acts first, thinks later, no doubt about it. She is impulsive and follows her gut instinct, no matter what the situation. Call it her 'fight or flight' response, if you will--things move too quickly in her mind for her to take the luxury of thought in a snap decision (though, truth be told, from Izzy's perspective almost all decisions are 'snap decisions'). If her gut tells her to throw a hex, or to pull out her wand and prepare to, she will do so without thinking of the consequences. Fights have broken out as a result of her misinterpreting the body-language of someone she either doesn't know, or doesn't get along with. She prefers to be prepared for anything, most of which requires her wand. If she makes a mistake and lives through it, it can't have been too bad, in her book. (Incidentally, five times out of six her gut instinct is right; hence why she listens to it so religiously.)

Cocky and stubborn, two of the defining characteristics of Izzy McKinnon. As the old saying goes, she's 'too big for her britches'; a bit too cocky for her own good. She's got an 'I'm invincible' complex, as most teenage witches and wizards have at some point--she thinks nothing can touch her. In recent years, when duels have started to mean something, nothing really has been able to get through to her. She hasn't lost a fight since her third year, and it has most definitely gone to her head. She hasn't fought anyone with anything approaching real power, as yet, and while she is undoubtedly strong, her lack of defense strategy will get her into trouble some day with someone stronger. Getting knocked down a few pegs on the arrogance scale couldn't hurt her, and a wounded pride would do worlds of good at this point. Of course, knowing her stubborn streak (which could stretch from Hogwarts to Paris without trying) it would take a lot of beatings to deflate her cocky attitude and get her to be more on her guard--she's liable to believe it a fluke, if someone beat her at her own game.

But wait, there’s more! Surely you aren’t going to say you haven’t heard of Izzy’s bad luck; it’s practically famous within the walls of Hogwarts! Izzy McKinnon was born on Friday the Thirteenth, and not only that, it was in October. That combination was to spell her doom from the start. Her bad luck covers everything from clumsiness to getting caught out in an unexpected rain storm. She nearly got hit by lightning once, only spared because at the last second she tripped on a tree root and fell face first into a mud puddle—of course, it’s sixes when it comes to which fate was worse. She caught an earful when she got home with her best robe ruined. Even her wand seems to reflect her bad luck—in wizarding lore, elder wands are generally considered unlucky. ‘Wands of elder never prosper’ and all that. Izzy has broken more mirrors than you would care to count, she’s walked under ladders when wandering the muggle London, and has come across more than one black cat at midnight, none of which could be anything but detrimental to her already wretched luck.

So you see, Izzy McKinnon is not as simple as some might think, but nor is she terribly complex. She is simply a normal human girl, with the benefit of magical powers, and the less-than-beneficial side-effect of bad luck. She's just a tougher nut to crack.

anything else?; “I SWEAR TO DRUNK I’M NOT GOD!” Best thing to say when completely smashed.


OH OH OH, WON'T YOU CARRY ME HOME? (the background)
nationality; English
hometown; London, England
parents; Father: Daniel McKinnon, 45, muggle police officer, and very close to Izzy.
Mother: Marie McKinnon (nee Johnson), 43, muggle house wife, not quite as close to Izzy as her father is.
siblings; Marlene McKinnon, 17, Gryffindor, professional pain in the butt, though she probably says the same thing about Izzy.
other family; None of note.

background history;

Izzy was born Esmeralda Trinity McKinnon on Friday, the thirteenth of October, in the year 1961. It was a stormy day, thick, black thunderheads crowding the sky, lightning flashing and thunder shaking the earth. The darling Esmeralda joined the McKinnon family with a five star squall the instant she was free of the womb, at a volume that put the raging storm to shame. (To her credit, before her birth Izzy gave her mother no trouble at all.) She joined an older sister when she was returned home (for she had to stay at the muggle hospital for a week, as she was three weeks premature, and her parents are both muggles). Four years later, with the birth of Cole, the McKinnon family fully filled its London home, Daniel and Marie utterly content, as they had always had their hearts set on three children. Marly, Izzy (who became Izzy at around age two, as all Marlene could pronounce of her full name was, at the time, was Ezzy-mel), and Cole were everything they could have wished for. Believe it or not, after her raging storm when she was first born, Izzy was a well-behaved, quiet young girl. She quit waking up in the middle of the night when she was two and a half months old, she quit screeching for no reason about a month later (though being denied anything was certainly a reason to scream), and she rarely ever cried (though of course when she fell out of her high chair she cried fit to blow the roof off the house, complete with screeching and the scrunched face of a baby in shock of feeling pain).

Izzy grew up rather quickly, maturity wise, though puberty was slow to show for her—in terms of outward appearance; when it came to motor functions, Izzy was way ahead of schedule. She said her first word (‘Pwease!’) at age two and four months; she took her first steps seven months later. She was five years old when she rode her first bike, and she took her first fall later that day, hitting a rock with her bike and completely flipping it over; it left a small white scar on Esmeralda’s wrist, which she would show off proudly, and regale anyone who would listen with the tale of Izzy and the Rabid Bicyle. Even as a child, she had a vivid imagination.

When she was ten, something very strange happened; her sister received her Hogwarts letter. Now, to most wizards and witches, that might not have come as such a shock, but the McKinnon family was entirely muggle. Her parents thought it was a hoax at first, though they determined to check it out, and arranged a meeting with Dumbledore (to this day, Izzy isn’t quite sure how Dumbledore got the letter, as her parents attempted to send it via muggle post), who explained the entire situation to them. Of course, this occurrence explained many things to the young, astute Izzy, who had once nearly burnt down the house because she was throwing a tantrum (her mother wasn’t preparing food quickly enough to suit her) and the stove had exploded, luckily injuring no one. That, and other such small incidents, had convinced Izzy that she was an adopted space alien—but she liked being a witch much more, and she insisted on going to Diagon Alley with her family when they took Marly for school supplies. Izzy managed to convince her mother to buy her an adorable kitten she saw in a muggle pet store on their way to Wizarding London to buy Marlene her school things. It was the most adorable thing, white with black tiger stripes--a smallish tiger, really. The darling cat (which everyone else thought was possessed) was named Krystal, and Izzy fell in love with her the instant she saw her in the pet shop window. (Her mother, being the sap that she was, could never deny Izzy when she wore her 'I'm so impossibly cute you've gotta get me what I want just this once' face, and it wasn't hard to get her to allow Izzy to get the cat.) That year, waiting for Marly’s letters home and eagerly soaking up her tales of Hogwarts, was pure agony for the insanely jealous Izzy McKinnon, who pretended not to care, though no one bought it.

Finally, finally it was her turn to get her letter (she did not doubt it would come, given the scenarios outlined above). The morning of her eleventh birthday seemed to crawl by, like a dead snail frozen in molasses. The hours couldn't have passed more slowly if time had completely stopped. She was convinced, three separate times, that she had been forgotten--but then, three hours after she had woken up, the owl bearing her letter soared into the kitchen where she waited with exceeding impatience. She squealed so loud her parents rushed in, thinking she had been hurt. Instead, they found their arms full of a bunch of overly-excited Izzy, who wanted to go to Diagon Alley right this minute, thank you very much.

Of all the goings-on in the Alley, from Gringotts to Malkins to the Apothecary, the place she remembers most is Ollivander's. She thought the man was kind of spooky, but she was too impatient to get her wand to notice. "Ah, the final McKinnon. I wondered when you'd get here," he said, roving through the boxes and pulling several down off the shelves. (Izzy didn’t know how he knew that another McKinnon would be coming, or that her kid brother wouldn’t be a wizard.) The first one he handed her (“Eleven and a quarter inches, elder and dragon heartstring”) sent a warm, golden feeling from her hand, through her arm, to the center of her being--the shower of red and gold sparks told her that this wand was the one. "Very interesting; so few of my customers are chosen by the first wand handed them," Ollivander said, musing. "And curious, too, that such an odd combination of elder wood and heartstring... well, the wands do know best." And with that, Izzy left the store with her very own wand, and never once let it go the entire way home.

The rest of the summer was a blur of reading books, practicing spells, and sneaking into Marly’s room to peak at her books and try some of the spells, though those rarely worked for her. The first two years of Hogwarts passed in much the same blur of color, activity, learning, and people. She made friends left right and sideways, from every House including Slytherin, despite having been placed in Gryffindor. She knew that Gryffindor suited her, because the House of the Lion could be the only place for her (and, as the Sorting Hat said, “You put others before yourself always; it will border on foolish stupidity occasionally, but many won’t forget you. You’ve a lion’s heart, there is only one House where you belong.”), but that didn't mean that she couldn't make friends outside her own House. The first event that stands out about her first two years is what happened shortly after Christmas Break, her second year. She was sneaking out of the castle, intent on going to the Forbidden Forest, a place she had already learned to love, when she was grabbed from behind as she walked through the Charms corridor. Her attacker didn't brutalize her or torture her, but the rape still altered the course her personality and her life at Hogwarts was to take, perhaps not for the better. She still made friends like most people breathed, but then, the changes came fairly slowly. She didn't start sleeping with a different guy every other night and getting drunk regularly right off the bat. In fact, it was another year before she slept with anyone--by then, the attack had simply become a point in her life on which to fixate when she had a desire to plan revenge. While it might be a little tough to get revenge on someone you can't identify, she's confident that she'll find out who it was some day—and she has never told anyone of her rape, either; she knows Marly would go ape-shit, and Izzy is convinced that one has to fight their own battles, to survive.

All that dreary, morbid stuff aside, it could be said that Izzy's fun, wild side came out after the attack. She was more outgoing and outspoken that she had been before, for while she had never been one of those First Years who was quieter than a mouse, she had never tried to draw attention to herself, either. But towards the end of her second year, attention started sticking to her in droves, and she didn't even have to try. Perhaps the way she carried herself had changed; perhaps guys picked up on the fact that she was starting to physically mature, as she had already mentally matured. Whatever the cause, the flirting started, and the drinking. She didn't get drunk for the first time until the beginning of her fourth year, however, at the 'Beginning of the Year Party' Gryffindor House often threw. Fourth Year was a blur of fire whiskey, boys, and trying to keep her marks out of the sink. When her parents received a notice that her marks were slipping, they did the worst thing of all--visited Hogwarts and had a talk with their youngest daughter in the Entrance Hall during lunch. They never shouted, never even looked mad... just disappointed. They might be muggles with no true comprehension of Hogwarts or the Wizarding world, but they wanted their daughters to do their best just the same. Izzy never let her marks slip so far again.

In her fifth year, Izzy started toning down the night life just a little bit, to ensure that she got top marks on the OWLs (a goal she achieved, I might add). Now in her sixth year, she's also trying not to let herself be driven crazy by weird feelings she has no name for and has never experienced, and trying to change her study habits so that she does well on the NEWTs. But hey, it's all in the life of a teenage witch.

IT'S THE LAST TIME IN LIFE THAT I'LL EVER TRY (the last few things)
magic phrase; -adminedit-
member title; ``butterfly c h i l d;;
anything else?; “Life’s a bitch, and then you die.” Personal motto.
roleplay sample;

lyric titles credit to the song carry me home by the hush sound<3

{{ FINI! }}

hello there, you've just been...
ACCEPTED!

» AAAANGEL! Sorry this has been sitting. Anyway, I thought I'd let you in with my executive power whatsit. Izzy's fresh. I like how she's Gryffindor-y without being stereotypical, and how she isn't automatically just anti-Slytherin. She's so funny. You're definitely in!

» now go hit up the registrations, especially the face claim, who's who, character count, and patronuses. <3
» and feel free to apply for a spot on the quidditch team or a prefect position!

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