Post by molly on Jan 7, 2012 18:09:17 GMT -5
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A P P L I C A T I O N
G E N E R A L --
name: Molly Willow Carlson
nickname: Mol
year: Sophomore, 18 years old
major: Archaeology/ Anthropology
playby: Kina Grannis
P E R S O N A L I T Y --
molly is a mixture of different personalities, which often confuses others and even herself sometimes. overall, she is very sweet and kind. she can come off as shy to people, but that's not how she is if you know her well. in school, she is reserved, quiet, and responsible she does all her schoolwork and doesn't cause commotion. molly is often the person in the room that no one recognizes and you one day go, "woah, since when were you in my class?" she does well in school, but has trouble focusing on finding x, when she really wants to be digging up stuff in egypt.
outside of school, she is a ball of enthusiastic energy. molly doesn't have too many friends, but the ones she does have she is very close to. she doesn't make new friends easily, most people intimidate her. molly is closest to her history and artwork/ music, because that is what she spends the most time with. she is only very hyper or outgoing when she has sugar, which her parents have hid from her in fear that she will get it and be bouncing off the walls as they say.
every day she has treatment, she is often tired and grouchy. the medicine makes her drowsy and uncooperative at least once time a week. these conditions usually happen in the evening and late into the night, and she is fine by school. otherwise, she wouldn't be able to attend school on those days. homeschooling was not an option for her, there was no way she could concentrate with all of her art/ music/ history supplies around.
she wanted to at first major in art and music, but her parents talked her out of it since it would very very hard to obtain jobs in that field. instead, she went with her second favorite subject, which was history. she is currently minoring in music and art, however.
Y O U --
alias: Molly or Kathleen
time: GMT
comment: Hi
S H O W I N G -- O F F
Danger. It was everywhere. Torture, pain, suffering. Dark clouds hung low in the sky outside, for you couldn't even escape the darkness from the inside of the castle. Madness. Unforgivables used left and right on students for reasons that would only get them repremanded a year earlier. Disaster. What was going on all around them as Voldemort took over. Hope.
There was none of that.
Somehow, no one found hope in all of this craziness. Ginny didn't blame them. Not too many people knew what the Boy Who Lived and his two best mates were doing at the current time. Three seventeen year olds risking their lives to save the wizarding world, and ultimately, the muggle world as well. Ginny stayed strong through all of this. She felt useless, threatened, frightened. For once, she couldn't just push her bubbly personality to the surface and hide her true feelings, like she had done all of her life. Ginny's usual happy, pleasant demeanor had been replaced with worry since she had first entered the school and saw what they had done. Who knew that Snape would bring in the Deatheaters to take over?
No one ever expected Snape to be the bad guy.
They all had their doubts about him. Perhaps the man was depressed. Or maybe even crazed. The Potions master needed to use more shampoo. He was too concealed in his dark robes and sullen expression. But not once ever did any of the students think he would go this far. None, of course, but Harry, Hermione, and Ron. They were the ones trying to fix the mess. Ginny wished they could have taken her along, but knew that Ron, for one, wold never allow such a thing, for he freaked out about her just courting, and two, the red head wouldn't be much help. Besides, whether she knew it or not at this point, Ginny was needed at Hogwarts. To help fight the corruption that was taking place.
To fight back to the man who killed Dumbledore.
Dumbldore, one of the most powerful wizards to ever grace the land, was killed by one shot of a spell. Avada Kedavra. The unforgivable that was truly unforgivable. The one, that no matter how much counter magic you did, nothing would be changed. The shot of this green spell at an unsuspecting headmaster, and he was gone forever. One man's absense changed everything completely. Instead of detentions, crucios were lashed out. Instead of fun lessons with fun teachers, there were dull lessons with dull teachers. They couldn't so much talk to each other in the hallways in between classes. Gryffindor common room was the only safe place for Ginny. Even there, she was not able to communicate with one of her only good friends left in the school.
Luna Lovegood, dubbed 'Loony' by others, was in the Ravenclaw. Ginny was not able to sit with her during meals, talk with her in between classes and in classes, and not able to see her in the safe common room. She had hardly been able to see her blonde friend at all. The girl had something about her that could calm anyone. She was a great friend, and a good listener too. Luna was just the friend Ginny needed, especially now that Hermione was gone, and she was not even able to see her. Or rather, see her where others could see the two girls.
Neville Longbottom, 'the wimp.' or 'disgrace to the Gryffindor House' was in her House. Little did they know that he was one of the boys to fulfill the prophecy. He was one of the students that would help contribute to destroying Voldemort. A boy born at the end of July of 1981. Neville was special, even if he didn't believe it so himself. He was the only friend she was able to communicate effectively with. The once little shy boy had grown into something stronger this year. Ginny was proud to see that he had changed so much from the time of the Yule Ball. While they ate across from each other, Ginny had a hard time thinking of much else other than what she had been planning.
In her mind, Ginny had been formulating a plan. This plan, with the help of Neville and Luna, would hopefully restore some order to the castle that was crumbling around them. After breakfast, as they all walked out of the dining hall, Ginny had 'bumped' into Luna very quickly and very slyly as to not look suspicious, and slipped a note in her robe pocket without even casting her a glance. The note, like Ginny, was blunt, and got right to the point. In Ginny's sloppy, but eligible handwriting, it read,
L,
Meet me in the ROR at 11:00 tonight. Much to talk about. Burn this after reading.
-G
Before leaving Neville, she slapped a letter in his hand and stalked off with no further explanation. Ginny couldn't have risked speaking about such plans, for others could have heard and told.
N,
ROR at 11:00 tonight. Burn after reading.
-G
Her note to the shy Gryffindor was even shorter than Luna's, since she was rushed for time.
The youngest Weasley tried to give out as little information as she could in the letter, for she did not want it to end up in the wrong hands. Luna and Neville would understand her abbreviation, not that Ginny really had to worry about the Room of Requirement. Most Deatheaters weren't aware of such a place in the castle, and the ones that were would have an awfully hard time trying to get to them. Time was running out for the two and they needed to talk before things got so uncontrollable that there would be absolutely no hope in stopping the madness.
It was late, and Ginny sat in the common room by the fireplace, rubbing her face in a tired, annoyed fashion. Truth be told, she was nervous about tonight. What if she was to be caught? Would she be tortured, expelled from the school? No, Ginny could not be expelled. There was so much she needed to do to help the school and everyone in it. Otherwise, Ginny would not have cared if she was caught in the act of rebelling. She was't some pansy that would take their cruel, unfair punishment. Voldemort needed to be stopped, one Deatheater at a time.
The clock struck 11. Ginny looked around her common room dorms. It was late, no one was in the main area. Most were asleep or whispering to each other in their rooms. Maybe they were the smart ones after all. She slipped out of the lit common room into the darkness of the corridors before changing her mind, and slipping into bed. Ginny wore bed clothing anyway, just in case she was caught, she could at least try to lie and say that she was sleeping, didn't feel well, so she went off to Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing. The Deatheaters likely wouldn't believe it, because Ginny looked healthy as a horse, expect for a few bruises, and scratches here and there (which was quite good considering some others). Instead of taking a lantern to help guide her way, Ginny used illegal magic as she strolled through the hallways. With a Lumos, Ginny could shut it off in an instant. With a lantern, turning out the light would be much harder.
Several stairs. Moving, creaking. Portraits. Giving her suspicious looks, questioning her. Darkness, surrounding everywhere where her lumos could not reach. Ginny should have been scared, but she had so much adrenaline pumping through her that she was merely anxious, and excited to see Luna and discuss everything with her. A little past 11, but Ginny made it to the room. As she walked up to the empty wall, it transformed into a big, elaborate door. Peering left and right, seeing that this corridor happened to be empty, for the seventh floor wasn't too busy even during the day, she opened the door and went inside, seeing that the inside right now was nothing more than two comfy chairs and a fireplace with warm flames licking it. It looked so different from her fourth year, when it was just a large room for spell praticing. Of course, the Room of Requirement only gave you what you required, so they didn't all that space, yet.
She sunk into one of the empty chairs and stopped her lumos, for she did not need it in the surprising brightness of the room. She was rather nervous that she had made it here before the other two, and she herself was late. Were Luna and Neville unable to come? Did they get caught? She she put her only girl friend and only true Gryffindor friend left in the school in danger? Ginny was immediately washed over in guilt. Give it a few more minutes until you panic. Things needed to be discussed. Plans needed to be sorted out.
Plans that involved the reformation of Dumbledore's Army.
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