Post by lavender on Jul 31, 2011 17:12:09 GMT -5
LAVENDER GEMMA BROWN
[/color][/font]nobody screws
somebody who’s
legally blonde[/color][/font]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name: Lavender Gemma Brown
nicknames: Lav, Lavvie, Lav-Lav, Brown
gender: Female
age: Fifteen
year: Fifth
birth date: 11 August, 1980
house: Gryffindor
blood type: Halfblood
sexual orientation: Heterosexual[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description:
Face: Lavender’s eyes are clear and sky blue, flecked with a darker blue colour in spots. They are almond shaped, widely set in her face, and are framed by light coloured lashes that Lavender darkens to black with the help of mascara. Lavender’s nose is long and straight, and doesn’t turn up at the end in the slightest. It’s very Roman. Lavender has very full cheeks, making her face appear quite round. As someone who reads Teen Witch Weekly religiously, Lavender knows all the makeup tips and tricks to contour such a face. She considers them her worst feature.
Hair: Lavender’s hair is kept long and without a fringe. Her hair is a darker golden blonde, for the most part, but she does have natural, almost brown highlights. Her hair is curly, typically left loose curled or straightened and held back with a headband, or in two braids. She takes very good care of her hair, and certainly wouldn’t be seen wandering about Hogwarts with wild and crazy curls. Unlike some Gryffindors.
Body type: Lavender is five feet, four inches tall, and weighs about 115 pounds. Her face is quite full, while the rest of her body is slender. Lavender is bad for slouching or hunching over but can maintain a straight posture if prodded into it, or reminded.
Personal style: Lavender has been known to liven up her school uniform with splashes of colour, like a pink headband, or a blue bracelet. Lavender likes to layer her outfits, long shirts over tee shirts, camisoles paired with cardigans. She owns an extensive jewellery and headband collection so she can coordinate properly with her outfits. Lavender adores bright colours, pinks, blues, yellows. Anything flashy and attention catching finds its way into her wardrobe.
Appearance feelings: Oh, Lavender knows she’s attractive. She is quite happy with her appearance, though if pressed she would admit she, along with most of the boys in her year, considers Parvati the more attractive of the pair, and she would like to thin out her face a bit. Nevertheless, Lavender is perfectly happy when she looks in the mirror. Of course, just because she’s happy with her appearance, it doesn’t mean she won’t help it along a little bit. Lavender knows exactly how to make herself appear more attractive, by downplaying some features while playing up others, thanks to the wise advice on the pages of Teen Witch Weekly.
play by: Jessie Cave [/color][/font]
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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overall personality: To the majority of people who know Lavender Brown she’s just another pretty face, one who is not entirely worthy of taking up a spot in the noble house of Gryffindor. You see, to the casual observer Lavender is a spoiled, shallow, silly girl. One who is prone to outbreaks of hysterical sobbing and one who is more interested in boys and make up than anything else in the world.
Well, the casual observer would, for the most part, be right. Lavender is the anti-Hermione. She’s silly and vain and spoiled, she spends more time on clothes than potions, her hair is always perfected styled, and Lavender freely admits all of this. However, she’s also loyal and caring, and willing to have the unpopular opinion. Underneath that makeup and sparkle covered surface is a girl that is just as complex and multi-faceted as any of her peers
The first and most important thing a person needs to know about Lavender is that she is determined to make her mark on the world. She’s not entirely sure on the details, but she is convinced that with a little effort her name will be on Chocolate Frog cards. From a very young age Lavender craved attention and the spotlight. She spent much of her childhood putting together variety shows and performing them to anyone who would watch: her stuffed animals, the garden gnomes, her parents, visitors. Anyone who showed the slightest bit of interest got a show. Now, just because Lavender wanted to be famous doesn’t mean she wasn’t realistic. She learned early on that she wasn’t an extraordinary dancer and her singing ability was next to non-existent. What was left? A career as a stage actress perhaps? A robes designer? A fashion consultant for Witch Weekly? She certainly has the looks, the fashion sense, and the flair for drama. Lavender doesn’t have it all figured out, but she’s not worried. There’s something out there for her particular skill set.
The second, almost as important thing one must recognize in order to get on well with Lavender is that Gryffindor is her house, and she most certainly belongs there. She isn’t an obvious choice for Gryffindor, even Lavender is willing to admit that, but nevertheless she is a lioness through and through. This is the girl who isn’t afraid to stand up to Hermione when the other girl tried to tell her the trustworthy Daily Prophet was a lie. Why should she believe Hermone, who can often be callous in her treatment of her roommates, when the Prophet has never steered her wrong? Even when it’s just her and Seamus with the unpopular opinion, she stands her ground because she believes she is right. This is also a girl who will admit she is wrong, once proven wrong. She’s not going to be like Seamus and hold a grudge. She’ll join the DA and make her apologies and eat her crow like the brave, little Gryffindor she is. This is a girl who will defy Umbridge to bring Professor Trelawney flowers after she’s sacked. In sixth year, she will spend hours by Ron’s bedside even though she can tell he’s ignoring her because that’s what a good girlfriend does. Furthermore, the atmosphere at Hogwarts is not exactly friendly to those girls who enjoy the frivolous things in life. Yet Lavender plunges ahead, defiant in her enjoyment of makeup, fashion and trashy magazines. She doesn’t make any apologies for her personality or for her lifestyle and is gifted with a high level of self-esteem not many fifteen-year-old girls possess.
Self esteem when it comes to her appearance and hobbies, yes. In other ways, Lavender is that gawky teen, trying to find a place in the world. She constantly downplays her intelligence because, really, who can compete with the great Hermione Granger? While everyone around her claims she’s wasting her potential, Lavender can only look at her marks and courses and decide to play it uncharacteristically safe. One would never find Lavender in a class where she didn’t have a friend. Lavender is easily frustrated, and gives up too easily. Caught her boyfriend cheating on her? It’s much easier to sit in class and bawl her eyes out than fight for him. If she doesn’t understand something on the first try she tends to give up and move on to other things that she’s better at. That's why most of her attention goes to divination when she should really be spending more time on potions or transfiguration. As many people are, Lavender is afraid of failure, so she always plays to her strengths to the further detriment of her weaknesses.
Blessed with the emotional range of an entire choir, Lavender’s made a bit of a name for herself as ‘that hysterical one who once or twice told off Hermione Granger’. Her anger is quick and burns fast; one would never find Lavender holding a grudge for months at a time over the little things. It’s the things that are perceived as big that cause Lavender’s inner cattiness to shine through. Lavender’s quite dramatic and a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. She’s never just sad; she’s bawling her eyes out in class, absolutely heartbroken. She’s not just plain, old happy; no one in the world has ever been as joyful and exuberant as Lavender. Thus, it follows that she’s not just angry; she’s a frightful little beast who comes out with hateful comments that are always quickly forgotten by Lavender, even if everyone else remembers them all too well.
In the end all that really matters is that Lavender’s found her role in life and is determined to play it with as much gusto as she can manage. If others want to assume that she never has a care in the world, and typecast her as the silly one that’s fine. She’s not concerned.[/color][/font]
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family: Mary Wilcox-Brown, 59, former librarian, currently a homemaker, neutral, Hufflepuff, halfblood
Edward Brown, 63, head of the department of magical transportation, Gryffindor, halfblood
overall history: Lavender was a surprise. Her parents had already resigned themselves to being childless when Mary found out she was pregnant. Edward was already head of the department of magical transportation, and Mary was a high ranking librarian also working for the Ministry. The pair quickly decided that Mary would quit her job and raise Lavender full time.
Lavender’s childhood was a little lonely. Her relationship with her parents was always a little complicated. Edward doesn't really understand his daughter, but he tries. Mary is Lavender's harshest critic, and though she clearly loves her daughter it's equally obvious that she wishes Lavender was a little different. Both Mary and Edward are grounded, serious, and intellectual while Lavender is flighty, silly and dramatic. When Lavender met Hermione, she privately thought that Hermione was exactly the sort of child her parents would love to have. She spent a great deal of her childhood lost in imagination and dress up, play acting as a princess, or as a famous model, or an amazing sculptor, painter, or a variety of other, rather artsy things, that often left Mary and Edward wondering if they were going to end up supporting a future starving artist. Despite the pair not understanding Lavender, they do love and adore her. She is their long awaited child, and as such she is doted on. Lavender has never known want or need as she receives almost everything she asks for. She might not receive the item du jour right at that precise moment, but usually whatever she pines after manages to show up under the Christmas tree or on her birthday.
Hogwarts marked many good changes for Lavender. The young girl was sorted into Gryffindor, arguably the best house as it contained the great Harry Potter. It was this year that she met her closest and best friend, Parvati Patil. Here was someone who shared her interests, never told her to go read a real book, and most importantly: had a passion for Witch Weekly. Finally! She always knew there were people like her out there; she just had to find them. Lavender has spent many a late night with Parvati, gossiping, performing makeovers, listening to the wireless, tuning out their third roommate, the brilliant Hermione Granger. Parvati is like the sister Lavender never had.
Lavender's Hogwarts career has been decidedly average. Often, she does the bare minimum in classes she finds difficult, putting all her effort into the ones she enjoys and are easy. Since she started school, her parents have only become more convinced that Lavender will be a starving artist. They realize how difficult it is to break into the art and entertainment industries, and their pleas with Lavender to study harder so she can have a back plan falls on deaf ears. She plays to her strengths, always.
Up until her third year, the only class Lavender found easy was history of magic. Though she often dozes off in the class, the gossipy side of her personality means that names and dates are easily recalled. In her third year she picked up the extra courses divination and care of magical creatures. She didn’t really have a preference, so she went with what her friends chose. Luckily, divination turned into one of Lavender’s favourite classes. She often finds herself having to defend both the professor and the class to others, since its well known as bunk magic. She believes in Trelawney though. After all, the professor predicted the death of her darling Binky. Obviously she’s a real Seer.
The death of Binky is still a difficult topic for Lavender. She adored that bunny, and still blames herself for not smuggling Binky to Hogwarts. If only Binky had come to school with her, then he wouldn’t have been eaten! Well, unless that beast Hermione called a cat had taken to him as he had taken to Ron’s pet rat. Speaking of Hermione, that event marks a real downturn in Lavender’s relationship with her housemate. Whereas before Lavender would attempt, infrequently she admits since Hermione can be a terrible know-it-all, to involve Hermione in makeovers or listening to the Wireless for the latest Weird Sisters single... After the death of Binky, and Hermione’s horrid remarks, Lavender virtually halted all pretence of attempting to befriend Hermione. It’s an unpopular opinion, but Lavender thinks Hermione is terribly mean and short tempered. The reality is that Lavender could try on a saint’s nerves some days with her constant listening to the WWN, and her loud discussions about which Weird Sister member if the cutest, but don’t tell her that...
Lavender’s fourth year passed in much the same manner as her third, minus the death of a beloved pet. She continued to adore divination, and spent most of her time with Parvati and her other friends. She attended the Yule Ball with Seamus Finnigan, who she considers a rather close friend, and might even fancy a bit. They had a perfectly lovely time, even with all the drama unfolding around them. Lavender has fond memories of the Yule Ball, but she doesn’t often bring it up because she can’t think of a single other soul from her year and house who had a good time. While her and Seamus wildly danced the night away, Ron and Hermione fought, Parvati and Harry fought, poor Neville nearly stamped out that Weasley girl’s feet... Some things are better left in the past.
Over the summer, Lavender’s really bought into the whole Chosen-Boy-as-Insane thing. After all, the Daily Prophet has never steered her wrong before... Plus, her dad and mum are staunch Ministry supporters, and then there’s Seamus, who believes the same thing. Of course, once Parvati and a bushy haired roommate get a hold her, Lavender’s going to be set on a path that will, unfortunately, eventually result in her death... [/color][/font]
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: 23
other characters: None
secret phrase: bloody hell
how you found us: Aly told me about this site...
You keep your big fat mouth shut about Harry!
Lavender’s cheeks burned hotly as perfect Hermione Granger stood before her, causing an absolute row. Lavender could feel her temper rising, her chest burned with her, her tongue was wagging with everything Lavender had ever wanted to say to her dorm mate. How she needed a deep conditioner, how she needed to have more fun, how she needed to be nicer to Ron Weasley, who was so funny. How she shouldn’t have stormed out of the Yule Ball because Krum was so cute! It was just like her, to march in here with her stupid pratty prefect’s badge, and her bushy hair and her know-it-all attitude and completely interject herself in Lavender’s conversation with Parvati. Well, how did Hermione know that Harry wasn’t crazy? Was she a healer? Of course she wasn’t! Lavender sniffed and crossed her arms, sticking her nose in the air at Hermione. It didn’t escape her notice that the rest of her dorm mates had found something else to focus on when Hermione had swept into the room. They were all avoiding looking at the scene before them, but Lavender knew they were all listening intently.
Cowards .
“You shut your gob, Hermione Granger! And my mouth is not fat! The Prophet is a highly respectable newspaper! I see you reading it every bloody day at breakfast! And my father works for the Ministry, and he said that they don’t know the effects of anyone surviving a killing curse,” Lavender involuntarily winced as she said the words. Unforgivables were the nastiest of curses, “so maybe it did make him crazy! He spent all of last year passing out in divination! How do you think that made poor Professor Trelawney feel? Hmm?” Lavender knew that Hermione didn’t care one bit about Professor Trelawney and her feelings, because Hermione was completely heartless. But Lavender felt that she had to defend her favourite professor anyway, it was the right thing to do!
“It’s crazy! You-know-who isn’t alive. He was killed! Everyone knows that. Even you should know that!”Convinced that this would be the end of the conversation, , Lavender flounced over to her bed and angrily slid shut her bed hangings. She lay cross-armed in bed, fuming with anger. How dare Hermione challenge the Prophet How dare Hermione call her mouth fat! She should have known that Hermione could never let a conversation end, not until she won anyway. Lav could hear her offensive roommate mumbling something to another roommate, and Lavender screwed her eyes tightly shut, willing Hermione to disappear. Maybe she was crazy, too! Maybe it was contagious! Why wasn’t anyone looking into this?!
All of her parents’ warnings came flooding back. Crazy people could be unpredictable! Was Lavender even safe in the dormitory? But Hermione didn’t seem crazy... At least not any crazier than usual... But that didn’t mean Harry wasn’t crazy!
Lavender’s cheeks burned hotly as perfect Hermione Granger stood before her, causing an absolute row. Lavender could feel her temper rising, her chest burned with her, her tongue was wagging with everything Lavender had ever wanted to say to her dorm mate. How she needed a deep conditioner, how she needed to have more fun, how she needed to be nicer to Ron Weasley, who was so funny. How she shouldn’t have stormed out of the Yule Ball because Krum was so cute! It was just like her, to march in here with her stupid pratty prefect’s badge, and her bushy hair and her know-it-all attitude and completely interject herself in Lavender’s conversation with Parvati. Well, how did Hermione know that Harry wasn’t crazy? Was she a healer? Of course she wasn’t! Lavender sniffed and crossed her arms, sticking her nose in the air at Hermione. It didn’t escape her notice that the rest of her dorm mates had found something else to focus on when Hermione had swept into the room. They were all avoiding looking at the scene before them, but Lavender knew they were all listening intently.
Cowards .
“You shut your gob, Hermione Granger! And my mouth is not fat! The Prophet is a highly respectable newspaper! I see you reading it every bloody day at breakfast! And my father works for the Ministry, and he said that they don’t know the effects of anyone surviving a killing curse,” Lavender involuntarily winced as she said the words. Unforgivables were the nastiest of curses, “so maybe it did make him crazy! He spent all of last year passing out in divination! How do you think that made poor Professor Trelawney feel? Hmm?” Lavender knew that Hermione didn’t care one bit about Professor Trelawney and her feelings, because Hermione was completely heartless. But Lavender felt that she had to defend her favourite professor anyway, it was the right thing to do!
“It’s crazy! You-know-who isn’t alive. He was killed! Everyone knows that. Even you should know that!”Convinced that this would be the end of the conversation, , Lavender flounced over to her bed and angrily slid shut her bed hangings. She lay cross-armed in bed, fuming with anger. How dare Hermione challenge the Prophet How dare Hermione call her mouth fat! She should have known that Hermione could never let a conversation end, not until she won anyway. Lav could hear her offensive roommate mumbling something to another roommate, and Lavender screwed her eyes tightly shut, willing Hermione to disappear. Maybe she was crazy, too! Maybe it was contagious! Why wasn’t anyone looking into this?!
All of her parents’ warnings came flooding back. Crazy people could be unpredictable! Was Lavender even safe in the dormitory? But Hermione didn’t seem crazy... At least not any crazier than usual... But that didn’t mean Harry wasn’t crazy!
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