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basics FULL NAME: Blair Arabella Spinnet NAME MEANING: Blair, meaning is "field plane"; Arabella, meaning is "prayerful"; Spinnet, Family name, A spinet a small upright piano. It may also be a variation of spinner or spinney, a small grove of trees. NICKNAME(S): Blair BIRTH DATE: 21 November AGE: Eighteen YEAR: Seventh HOUSE: Ravenclaw WAND: Mahogany, twelve inches, demiguise hair core. BLOODLINE: Half-Blood history After the War, Alicia Spinnet had her whole life ahead of her. The worst was over, obviously, and she had received an offer to be part of the reserve team for the Holyhead Harpies. Month after month undergoing professional Quidditch’s rigorous training sessions saw her improve her skills as a Chaser. Half a year later, she became one of the starting player for the team. Alicia lived and breathed playing the game; every game was a chance for her to prove herself as a valuable member of the team—that she deserved her place. And prove she did. Alicia had always kept in contact with her friends from Hogwarts, Angelina especially. It was during Angelina’s wedding to George that she was reacquainted with their circle of friends once more. It was during this time that she and Oliver Wood crossed paths again. The attraction wasn’t instantaneous, the two bickered like an old married couple. They were from opposing teams, of course, although they’ve never had the chance to play against each other. Yet. During the whole reception, they argued and made snide remarks about tactics and how much better the team they’re in were. Even then, the remarks had an almost comical effect, each making the other smirk like a fool. The two parted ways and yet Fate (being the cruel, flighty bitch that it is) kept throwing the two together. Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies met on the Quidditch Pitch. The two didn’t take it easy on each other just because they’re sort-of, kinda, like, friends; if possible, they played even harder. The score was even until the Harpies’ Seeker caught the Snitch… Oliver was crushed, of course, and Alicia, being Alicia, invited him for a consolatory drink. As friends, naturally. In theory, it seemed simple enough but they were young and they were just human. The relationship was passionate and quite, er, physical; they kept it very quiet, only a handful of their few close friends knew they were seeing each other, because of the rival teams thing and so forth. It was a bad match (or a good match, if one looked at it at a different perspective) but they were both professional Quidditch players… their teams occasionally sparred in the Pitch, and the outcome was always debatable. Either Alicia would complain that Oliver was too easy on her during the game, or Oliver would complain that she wasn’t playing her best against him. It was all nonsense, of course, everyone saw the sudden lift in their games whenever a Puddlemere and Harpies game was on. But soon, the passion that bound the two together became an acute mistrust. After a very close match where Puddlemere won, the two had a heated argument. There was yelling and shrieking, some name-calling and punching (Alicia can be quite a puncher when she wants to). Then came the “why-did-I-ever’s”… neither of them remember why they were even together anymore. Both of them, almost at the same moment, came to the conclusion that it was over. It shouldn’t be that way. Right? Alicia can’t really remember the reason why… but they ended up sleeping together that night anyway. But then again, they say angry sex is the best, so who are we to judge? Oliver left the next morning and the two remained on civil terms even if they vouched not to spend too much time near each other anymore. It was a month or two later when Alicia began dating a Ministry employee, a stable bloke, very grounding. She heard a little later on that Oliver began dating a Muggle girl. Alicia wished him well. There’s no ill feelings between them, of course. It didn’t help then, with her plans of moving on from the relationship, that she began to throw up. Every morning. At first she thought it was a bad stomach bug she caught so she went to the Healer. The news didn’t go down too well and Alicia was pretty sure her reaction confused the Healer a whole lot. She cried, hysterically. Mixed emotions, really. On one hand, she was ecstatically happy that she’s having a child and she knew who the father was; on the other hand, the child’s father is Oliver Wood… so what was she supposed to do? Tell him, of course. So she vowed to do so after their upcoming match. The Harpies won that game and, as expected, it was a while until Oliver came out of the locker room. Alicia waited for a while and when he did walk out, a pretty young woman she hadn’t seen before immediately greeted Oliver. They walked past her and Oliver didn’t even glance her way to acknowledge her. That was when Alicia Spinnet decided that she wouldn’t tell or bother Oliver Wood about their child at all. The following months were particularly hard for the expecting mother; Alicia had to take out a maternity leave from professional Quidditch and had to move to a roomier flat above Florean Fortesque’s Ice Creamery in Diagon Alley. There were rumours about who the father was and, at one point, even Oliver came to see her to ask if he was the father. She said no. Alicia had seen how happy he was with his current girlfriend and even if he were willing to marry her, it would have just drawn out the whole process. She was adamant that they wouldn’t ever have worked. The only people who knew who the father was were Angelina and Alicia’s parents; their support helped her go through with those trying days. Nine months later, Alicia gave birth to a baby girl. The doting mother named her Blair, although Angelina (in a fit of poor taste) joked that she should have been named “Olivia”. Blair was a loud baby and seems to find trouble everywhere she goes. The second floor flat above the ice cream shop echoed with her mother’s panicked warnings and the baby’s loud giggles. This perhaps was exacerbated when, at the age of eight, Blair began to assert magical abilities. Even at a young age, Blair noticed and questioned her lack of a father figure. Alicia’s father had died when Blair was only two years old so she was too young to remember how her grandfather had loved and spoiled her. It didn’t help that her playmates and other children at the Muggle London primary school she attended kept asking her where her father was. At first, it became some sort of a game for the young Blair—she made up fabulous tales about her absent father: he was the prince of a small European country forced to leave her mother in fear of being assassinated in Britain, he was a famous playwright who wrote a controversial stage production which was now touring all over the world… but then the taunts began. It wasn’t a pleasant phase in Blair’s childhood, having numerous vulgar terms flung about that branded her mother as someone she clearly was not. Blair got into a lot of fights, those years. She broke a couple of noses and scared a couple of mothers for fear that their sons would never be able to procreate. When she was around ten, Blair finally got the courage to discuss the issue of her father with Alicia. Her mother didn’t tell her who it was but she did make it clear for Blair: their life was better this way. They were a very happy family. Alicia had gone back to playing for the Harpies a year after Blair was born and she was making quite a living off the sport, yet even then the young mother would help out in the small apothecary Blair’s grandmother ran near their flat. Blair was brought up among strong and independent women and one day when she was wandering around Muggle London with Alicia, they came across a group of picketing women, and Blair’s consciousness was began to take shape. Her mother called them “feminists” and at the age of ten, Blair didn’t really know what that meant. So she researched and became absolutely inspired with women’s struggles for equality. It reached the point when she was so self-righteous about the cause that she hated the male sex, but after a talking-to by her grandmother, she relented and toned the whole thing down. When Blair turned eleven, she received her Hogwarts letter and she happily went about Diagon Alley, her ‘neighbourhood’, to gather her supplies. That September, Blair boarded the Hogwarts express and her magical education began. It was pretty hard for Blair to make new friends, mostly because she was so cautious about letting other people get close to her but once the ice was broken, she’d made a few close friends. The Sorting Hat took a little time to Sort Blair. “Daughter of two Gryffindors, eh?” the Hat cryptically said, “You’d do well in that House…” It trailed off about the Gryffindor traits she had: courage, her slightly reckless nature and yet… and yet there it was; an active and developing intellect, a sharp mind and other discerning qualities that would make her a great Ravenclaw. The Hat was quiet for a few suspenseful moments before shouting “RAVENCLAW” to the rest of the congregation. In a daze, Blair tottered over the her House table and didn’t realise what the Hat had said about being the daughter of two Gryffindors until much later when she was lying in bed. The year passed without any major incidents. She came to blows with some twittering Gryffindor boys, of course, and she gave them a piece of her mind. Otherwise, Blair did well in most of her classes, although she did have trouble with Potions. Unknown to her mother, Blair began to look at old school yearbooks and Daily Prophets for a clue as to who her father was. Her second year was a rather eventful year. When her grandmother was dropping her off at Platform Nine and Three Quarters they bumped into a wizard, his muggle wife and their daughter who was starting at Hogwarts. The wizard, who seemed to be two or three years older than her own mother, and her Nan seemed to know each other fairly well and some awkward small talk ensued. When her Nan introduced Blair to him, the wizard, who’s name was apparently Mr Wood, looked at her grandmother sharply for a fraction of a second before resuming to introduce his own daughter. Little did Blair know, she just met her father for the first time. That same year, Blair tried out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Some of the boys teased her a little for trying out for the Keeper position—it’s not a girl’s place, blah blah blah—but were soon shut up when she was selected as part of the reserve team. The following years passed by quite swimmingly. Blair continued to do well in school and even better on he Quidditch Pitch, she was quite settled in her habits at school. It was during her fourth year, however, when she began to take notice of boys. Before then, the opposite sex had always been just a nagging presence around her. She became attracted to one of the Chasers in the Ravenclaw team, a seventh year, and while they flirted outrageously, no relationship followed. Apparently, Blair was a little hard to approach. It’s now nearing the end of her years at Hogwarts and Blair has been working hard at school to graduate with the best marks she can get away with. On top of that, she’s been researching Quidditch talent scouts and what they’re looking for in new recruits. Blair really wants to join the Holyhead Harpies, like her mother, but she’s also been looking at another team out of curiosity. She’s had suspicions as to who her father is but Blair’s mother had never given her any definitive clues to confirm her ideas. It isn’t because she wants anything to do with the man, it’s just so she knows where she came from and why… maybe it’ll help sorting out her identity. At least, that’s what she likes to think; if she was being honest Blair just wants to know why he’d never made the effort to find her. If she only knew. personality Even though Blair doesn’t want to acknowledge it, she is quite the feminist. She shies away from the term for fear of being branded a “rabid feminist” since she sometimes does go along that point. She is a feisty and opinionated girl who will argue until she goes hoarse if she believes she is right. If caught in good humour, Blair has a very quirky and subtle sense of humour that borders toward the sarcastic, but more often than not, she is busy arguing about some cause or another. Since her mother is a single parent, Blair had been raised to be an independent and well-grounded individual. She can take of herself, thank you very much. It takes a while to warm up to Blair and it isn’t because she is openly hostile or arrogant, but it takes a while for her to let other people close enough to get to know her. Because of her mother’s history, Blair is secretly suspicious of the opposite sex. The only role a man ever played in her life, after all, was to impregnate and then leave her mother. Both her grandfather had died earlier than she could start to remember things, so it was just Nan, Mum and Blair. Men, as far as she was concerned, were only there for reproduction. And she didn’t plan on reproducing until well into her thirties. Blair had always been a physical and athletic child, always knocking over things and tackling her playmates. Her mother, who played for the Holyhead Harpies, gave Blair her first (toy) broom when she was just a toddler. The child’s obsession with Quidditch began then. Blair takes Quidditch far too seriously than other people would and she plans, like her mother, to play for the Harpies when she graduates. Unlike her mother, however, she makes an excellent Keeper. There is no other career path that she wants, other than to be involved in wizarding humanitarian organizations, of course but she can’t earn a living by volunteering forever. Her obsessive streak also applies to her education. Blair is an extremely hardworking student who spends as much time in the Library researching and writing essays as she does practising out in the Pitch. She has always had the same love for academics as she does for Quidditch, so very unlike the typical athlete stereotype. appearance Blair isn't the tallest girl in class, nor is she the shortest; her height barely brushes past the five feet and seven inches mark, although she does look taller than she really is since she carries herself with a brash and almost cocky manner, which might sometimes be mistaken for a lack of feminine grace. Unbeknownst to Blair, she inherited her angular features from her biological father, Oliver Wood. She has high and slightly prominent cheekbones and a square jaw that form a contrast with the softer features she inherited from her mother, Alicia. Blair has her mother’s large grey eyes and full, slightly wide, lips. She has long, straight light blonde hair that she often wears down or, when the mood strikes her, in low pigtails. Her look isn’t very conventional and it takes a little while for people to appreciate her type of “pretty”. The girl is slim and athletic-looking but somehow soft. Blair has a very casual and easy-going sense of style, she’s usually found wearing jeans and shirts when not in uniform. For some reason, she is strongly against wearing dresses. romance SEXUALITY: Heterosexual CURRENT STATUS: Single. FORMER FLAMES: TBD. SECRET CRUSHES: TBD. TURN ONS: Intelligence and the ability to debate with her. Blair had only met a few boys who had enough balls to engage in an intellectual discussion with her and had found it an incredibly attractive trait. She says she prefers dark haired boys but actually has a thing for redheads. Also? Green eyes. The ability to play Quidditch well is optional but preferred. TURN OFFS: Blair doesn't like boys who argue for the sake of arguing,or those who have flawed reasoning. Chauvinists are her natural enemy, of course, so once a boy mentions something that degrades women in one form or another Blair will no longer be interested. AMORTENTIA POTION: The smell of freshly brewed coffee, blueberries, broom polish and a fresh citrusy smell she can't place. likes/dislikes LIKES Quidditch! Transfiguration comes second, of course. Blair actually enjoys the Muggle Studies course. She also has a fairly comprehesive collection of Muggle Feminist literature, so if you've lost your copy of Germain Greer's "The Female Eunuch", borrow Blair's copy. She also loves Muggle music and listens constantly to most indie bands and Brit pop; she'd also grown up with the WWN, so she listen to that too. Blair also follows the British Quidditch League and is a proud supporter of the Holyhead Harpies. DISLIKES Close-mindedness, men who think they're better than women, really strong aftershave; red meat, lamb, pork... she doesn't eat any meat besides chicken or fish; hot weather. astrology RAVENCLAW SAGITTARIAN: Ravenclaw Sagittarians are the philosophers of the magical world. They love pure theory, pure mathematics, and anything that appeals to their yearning for far horizons, whether those horizons be physical (in which case they will do a lot of travelling) or mental. They excel at astrology and research, and have the rare gift of both being able to investigate a subject deeply and then being able to explain it to other people in plain language. This makes for excellent teaching potential. They are cheerful, athletic, brisk, and humorous, and also decidedly eccentric. Sometimes they get on people's nerves, because they don't have as many interpersonal skills as they seem to think they have, but it's hard to stay mad at a Ravenclaw Sagittarian for very long. They're just too goofy. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear. ooc MUN: Raisa EMAIL: Ask me. AIM: miss aperture PB: Emma Rigby CREDIT: Astrology information from Harry Potter Astrology. DISCLAIMER: Not affiliated with Emma Rigby. Does not own Harry Potter. Not J.K. Rowling. This journal is for RP purposes only. |
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