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17 May 2009 @ 05:24 pm
application: molly prewett;  
Self;
Name/Alias: Jenna
Personal LJ: ~dustworthy
E-mail Address: heartgonemissing@gmail.com
AIM: kidnap reunion
Other Messengers: given out on request~

Character;
Character: Molly Amelia Prewett
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character age: 16
Residence: West Village; a flat she shares with two Hufflepuffs. 
Occupation: Student. Constance Billiard School For Girls
Reserved Character? Yes

History;
Canon or AU? AR- matches the Marauder Era characters already in play.
Supernatural powers? Yes. She's a witch. Originally, all those she went to school with would obviously. Molly also has a big mouth, so it's not unlikely that she'll spill the beans. Screw the Secrecy laws.
Wikipedia [or other] link to Canon Information:
Molly @ wikipedia
Molly @ the Harry Potter wiki
Molly @ the Lexicon

Anything else we should know?
Patronus: She has never been able to conjure a Patronus, but if she could, it would be a tiger.
Boggart: Molly can't stand to see the people she loves in grave danger.
Wand Type: Oak, 9.5 inches, Unicorn Tail Hair.
Likes: her brothers when they're not being a pain in the arse, her friends, flying, Quidditch, cooking, wizard chess.
Dislikes: her brothers when they're being a pain in the arse, bad cooking, people telling her what to do.
Strengths: wizard chess, flying, cooking, gobstones.
Weaknesses: being subtle about things, keeping things secret, jinxes and counterjinxes.
Future Aspirations/Goals: Molly has never thought about a job -- her parents always told her that she was too fragile for work. She secretly would really like to be a Quidditch player, though.

Molly is often stubborn and moody, especially since her parents and brothers make the mistake of calling her 'delicate' or 'fragile.' She hates being labeled as something weak more than anything else. Because of her great dislike for being put down, Molly could be called rather feisty. Though she has her moments, Molly can also be shy and is intimidated very easily. What Molly wants more than anything is just to be respected, not prejudiced by something that happened a long time ago.
 
In-Game Backstory: On October 30, Molly Prewett was born in St. Mungo's hospital exactly three weeks and two days before her scheduled due date. The Healers did everything they could, but Molly still had trouble breathing after a few days in a Quarantined oxygen tank. The Healers told Bridget and William that their newborn child may not last very long -- one year, at the very most. Nevertheless, they brought her home and decided that no matter what, she was still their daughter. They treated her just like they would have their twins, Gideon and Fabian, except perhaps with a little more caution. About eight months later, the Healers told Mr. and Mrs. Prewett that Molly's health was improving, and she should survive with minimal breathing problems. Molly was a miracle, they said.

Even if she was a miracle, the Prewetts still handled Molly with extra care. Bridget taught her sons to always look out for Molly because she was younger and more fragile than they were. Gideon in particular took that quite literally, constantly keeping watch over his younger sister. When Molly was about to turn ten, Gideon and Fabian received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her parents were so proud, but Molly found herself extremely jealous and overcome with grief. She didn't want her brothers to leave her, selfish as it sounded. She also thought that she would never get into Hogwarts -- her parents had said it was rather doubtful, in her condition. Molly was incredibly upset, and that year was extremely hard for her. She practically begged her parents to let her go to a muggle public school, but her parents didn't have the money to keep her away and wanted her to stay close to home, with them. Almost an agonizing year later, Molly got the letter. Her parents were shocked, but Molly was extremely excited. She packed her bags then and there. Her parents weren't convinced, though. It wasn't until Gideon and Fabian talked them into it that they were okay with it.

Molly fell in love with Hogwarts. She called it her second home. She enjoyed her studies, even if they were a little hard for her taste. She was very social, though, despite her brothers' attempts to hold her back. Molly has even kissed a few boys, but she will never tell her brothers that, ever. Her brothers worry about her breathing, but Molly always insists that she's fine, she's not fragile or delicate, and that she's perfectly capable of having fun with her peers. The one thing Molly had done her best to prove was that she could do things; she was a determined little soul, and if she decided she wanted to do something, then she would do it. Her brothers, being on the Quidditch team, had warned her that she wouldn't make it because of her medical history, but Molly practiced and practiced until she was able to try out in her third year. And Molly was good. She made it on the team as a Chaser without any difficulties. When time came around for students to be selected to study abroad, Molly had already picked her father's brain, writing out an uncharacteristically long, detailed essay on what she wanted to learn in the Muggle world and Dumbledore (after a long argument) agreed to let her go.

Questions;

Set I.
Who or what, if anything, would you die for?
My family! I mean, you have to say that, they're your family. But I'd die for them, I think, if I had to. I'd really want the death to be quick and painless, but beggars can't be choosers or some rot like that. I'd probably also die for Quidditch.

Who or what, if anything, would you kill for?
I don't want to kill people. I guess there are people out there who deserve to die for being just awful human beings or whatever, but I don't want to kill them. So I probably wouldn't kill for anything. Unless it was like, to protect my family or something.

Would you rather learn everything there is to know, or experience everything there is to experience?
The second one! Learning is boring. Okay, well, no, learning Quidditch stuff isn't boring, and learning how to cook isn't boring, but class learning is just. Blah. Who wants to do that? I don't. I'd rather live life and experience as much as I can.

What is your guilty pleasure?
My mum makes these absolutely amazing snickerdoodle cookies. I could eat an entire batch in one go. But there's usually only one or two left by the time I get to them; Gideon and Fabian are pigs. But those cookies are definitely my guilty pleasure. I mean, they're delicious. I don't know anyone who doesn't like them.

If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
I'd want to be untouchable. Not like with the law or anything, just always be really really healthy. Then I could do whatever I wanted and no one would try to slow me down or tell me no or anything. I get really tired of that.

Which would you rather give up: television or books?
Merlin's pants, books! I've never actually watched a telly, but I would give up books in a millisecond. They're so boring and blah and most of them don't even have any good pictures in them. Except Quidditch Through The Ages. I like that book. And The Unabridged History of Puddlemere United. That's good too. Fabian gave it to me.

Your hearing, or your eyesight?
That's really hard! I think my hearing, but only because blind people can't play Quidditch. It'd be really hard to dodge a Bludger if you're blind. Or even throw the Quaffle. So yeah, my hearing.

What is your favorite thing to do when you’re alone?
Dance. But don't tell anyone. Seriously. Don't tell alone or I'll kill you.
 
Set II.
Describe your first kiss.
My first kiss was with Jeremy Brocklehurst, in third year. I don't even know why I thought it was a good idea. But he asked me to Hogsmeade and I think it was the second weekend we were allowed to go, because everyone was with someone and it was just what you were supposed to do, I guess. And he had bought me a butterbeer and it was all very sweet, but I really like butterbeer so I was drinking it and then he tapped my shoulder and I turned and he kissed me. I wound up splashing him with what was left of my drink, which probably wasn't very smart, because he got all offended and called me a tart and then stormed out. But I drank his butterbeer too, so it wasn't that bad. And then Fabian beat him up.

Describe a situation in which you took charge.
So neither of my brothers can cook. I don't know why. Maybe it's because they're boys. But either mum never taught them or they're just stupid or they didn't listen-- anyway, they can't cook. It doesn't matter why. But they can't cook, and for mum and dad's anniversary we wanted to do something special, right? But my brothers are dumb, and they spent all their pocket money because they FORGOT, so we didn't have much anyway so we just decided to make them dinner. But they're boys. And they can't cook. So I had to basically kick them out and do it myself because if they had touched the stew for ONE MORE MINUTE, it all would have exploded. And that would have been bad. So yeah. I took charge.
 
 
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