ooc.Name: Kathryn
Age: 22
contact info: dancing_macabre@hotmail.com
experience: Years and years of rping in the HP Fandom
how did you hear about us?: wanna_rp on IJ
character.Name: Audrey Cecelia Flint
Age/Birthday: 16; October 6, 1926
House/Year: Slytherin, 6th
Bloodline: Pureblood
Personality: Her best and worst qualities are really two sides of the same coin. Her careless self-confidence is an asset to her; she rarely doubts her own abilities or worth. However, this trait all too easily blends into arrogance. No matter what the task, Audrey is convinced she is best suited for it. This also causes her to typically underestimate others’ abilities. While not naturally malicious, her intense self-involvement can often mean that she is slow to empathize with others. Too often, she judges others by what she herself would feel rather than understanding their own motivations. As she is motivated by a desire for academic glory and social standing, students with different priorities tend to mystify her.
Determined to always remain charming and impeccably mannered, Audrey strives to be portrait of perfect self-control. She is the sort to remember birthdays and the names of siblings and inquire politely after such topics. From her personal appearance to her academic record, Audrey strives for perfection in all things. She has little patience with “lesser” students at Hogwarts, but tends to be pleasant to everyone for the sake of appearances. Students not easily impressed, however, by golden hair and an illustrious bloodline may well detect her real sense of superiority lurking behind her easy smiles and polished manners. She loathes ugliness of any kind, and is more disturbed by poor manners or ill breeding than cruelty or other actual vices.
She secretly envies students who possess the prestige and financial resources that she lacks to an unhealthy degree. The relatively modest circumstances of her upbringing still grate on her and she looks forward to a day when concerns about money will no longer weigh on her. Audrey fears nothing more than finding herself poor and dependent on her parents and is constantly on the make to ensure this fate does not befall her. Considerable ambition exists alongside her seemingly patient, peaceable nature.
Family Melisande Flint, paternal grandmother, 76. Lives with her son’s family and busies herself lamenting their current fortunes and talking longingly of Better Days.
Adrian Flint, father, 51. He is currently the head of the Goblin Liaison Department.
Lavinia Flint, mother, 52.
Philippa Flint, sister, 26.
Wesley Flint, brother, 24. Mid-level Ministry officer.
Edmund Flint, brother, 21. Low-level Ministry officer.
History: For generations, the Flints reigned as one of the most influential and affluent of the ancient pureblood families. A series of poor investments and too many heirs caused their fortunes to dwindle in the past few decades, however, and by the time of Audrey’s birth they were steadily declining to the point of near-bankruptcy. The family’s lot is perfectly symbolized by their estate—an ancient castle in Wales now crumbling and missing many of its famous paintings and lavish furnishings. Audrey grew up surrounded by this faded elegance—marble halls and Baroque carvings but also a leaking roof and drafty hallways.
She cannot remember at time when she was not fully conscious of the illustrious history of her family. The youngest by six years of four children, she grew up something of a spoiled pet to the family. The only thorn in her side was an awareness that despite her surname and impeccable blood lines, she did not have any of the luxuries and comforts associated with other pureblood girls. Despite the decline in her family’s financial status, she always demanded the best of instructors and magical items and spent the first decade of her life studying anything that caught her interest. It was a relief to her parents when she finally left for school as they were wearied from trying to match her boundless curiosity.
Her confidence made the transition to life at Hogwarts relatively easy. She rarely has time for the self-doubt or concerns that plague other students, busy with course work and her commitments to clubs. Having watched as all of her siblings settled for mediocre positions in the Ministry upon completing their educations, Audrey has sworn that she will avoid a similar fate and to that end is determined to succeed with flying colours. However, it is difficult for her to accept that in a school populated by many high-achieving students she is no longer exceptional.
The war has troubled her little, merely proved to her that Muggles clearly are as inadequate in their political dealings as her parents have suggested. Her father cautions her that change is coming, but Audrey is convinced nothing will interfere with her existence or her plans for the future.
Likes: high marks, silk stockings, jazz music, champagne, travel bookstores, admiration, the latest fad.
Dislikes: going without, criticism, ignorance, not getting her own way, chores, crumbling ancestral estates, bad manners.
PB: Teresa Palmer
Anything else you feel is important: Nothing comes to mind!
writing sample. ONE
Curious, isn't it? This strange impulse to document the quotidian happenings that make up our lives? Especially in the current context, where our writing is open to the prying eyes of total strangers and authority figures. It seems that we all must feel some sort of desire for such recordings regardless of our backgrounds, natures, and tastes. Someone should do an academic study, I think.
I was feeling strangely nostalgic today and decided to flip back in my journal to my first few years at Hogwarts. It turned into rather a mortifying exercise. Judging from the entries I read, I seemed to be convinced that a trip to Hogsmeade was the very apotheosis of human happiness. There weew also more than a few recorded fashion decisions that seem rather regrettable.
But perhaps it’s rather sad that such trifling events lose the capacity to thrill me as I get older. It takes more than a mug of butterbeer to inspire rhapsodies these days.
TWO
Had she been a painted Madonna on a church altar, Audrey could not have looked more remote or serene at the moment. She flipped another page carefully, seemingly engrossed in the text of the heavy tome. A careful observer, however, would have noted just how frequently her blue eyes darted away from the page to a contemplation of two seventh year girls at a nearby table. The giggling pair seemed far more interested in their conversation than the homework, which lay forgotten at their elbows.
Audrey caught distant snippets of their conversation and what she heard only made her look more yearningly in their direction. Their talk was all of luxurious summer estates and travel plans for the holidays. She even thought she heard something about a Christmas gala. A soft, mournful sigh escaped her lips as the vivid images their words painted dance temptingly in her head.
Why could she never seem to ingratiate herself into their good graces? Frustrated, she began swinging her foot irritably under the table. The toe of her shoe met with the innocent leg of the boy who studied across from her. He looked up in irritation, holding his finger on the exact spot he had been reading in
Potions for Beginners.
She mouthed
sorry and then smiled an apology, confident that she would be instantly forgiven. In her experience, people did not stay mad at her for long.
