HART, AMELIA GRACE

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Amelia Grace Hart

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we'll find it someday, a way back home
and love will reclaim what shadows stole
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the▪B A S I C S
i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books 
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook

Full Name: Amelia Grace Hart.
Nicknames: Umm. I've never really been nicknamed before. One time, a nurse at the hospital was working the night shift and he was so tired that he called me Alyson and it became a bit of a running joke between us, I guess?
Gender: Female
Birthdate/Age: October 11. I'm sixteen. 
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Sexuality: I haven't really figured that out yet. For the most part, I'm into dudes.
Wand: Ivy wood, eleven inches, core of unicorn tail hair
Pet: None.
House: Gryffindor.
Occupation: Professional nuisance.

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the▪A P P E A R A N C E

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i'm a gryffindor, i'll fly with my friends
We'll never back down, and fight to the end

Playby: Aubrey Plaza.
Hair: I mean, a picture of me was included with the application... I'm brunette. My hair's pretty straight and it comes down to my chest. It gets curly when it's gotten wet and dried on its own, though, which is really weird.
Eyes: Round, average size, and I have two of them. Brown. 
Height/Weight: 5"6. 96 lbs.
Distinguishing Marks: The fact that I only have one leg. It was amputated when I had cancer the first time.
Build: I'm pretty thin. The ninety-six pounds thing isn't necessarily proof of that; it's just because of my prosthetic leg. If I had both legs, I'd weigh about a hundred and ten pounds... which is still pretty thin.
Style: I love putting on layers. Like, I'll wear a yellow cardigan over a blue dress that has a bunch of tiny little flowers on it. I'm really good at finding two items of clothing that should look hideous together, but actually come out looking good. Thanks to the patriarchal society that we live in, it's easy for me to find flattering clothes based on my body type. 

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the▪P E R S O N A L I T Y

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i'm a slytherin, the house of the snake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake

Likes: Oh, god, ten likes? I don't like all that much stuff! Haha. I guess, umm...
Philosophy, funny people, Quidditch (I don't play on the team, but I like to watch), feminism, those candies that make you sound like animals, the joke shop that the Weasleys run, Hogwarts, levitation, activism, and scary stories. My favorite activities are reading, writing, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm not sure if a class counts as an activity, but it's one of those classes that doesn't feel like a class, you know? It's that good.
Dislikes: Ah, ten dislikes ought to be easier. I dislike cancer, Pureblood Supremacists, Anything Supremacists, sexism, blind House loyalty, people who don't understand jokes, um... I really don't like how it seems like magical kids only have one choice of school to go to. Also, corduroy and moths. Oh, and I can't stand the hero worship that people have for a lot of the teachers here. Like, they're people. I'd rather just have a conversation with them. My three least favorite activities are potions class, hiding from people who intimidate me, and History of Magic.
Strengths: I like to think I'm funny. I know how to win an argument. I'm very determined. 
Weaknesses: When it comes to people I admire, I can be incredibly shy. I will, however, fight with anybody, including teachers and other authority figures, which gets me into a lot of trouble. That's a really weird contradiction, but basically if I really admire or want to be friends with someone, I just, umm... don't talk to them. I get very scared that they'll hate me. But when it comes to random people that I don't know or have a reason to respect, I'm very judgmental and can fight with people at a moment's notice.
Best Memory: The day in which I was declared cancer-free. The first time, because that was also the day that I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter. The second time was just sort of a relief.
Mirror of Erised: Most of my deepest wishes aren't really tangible things. Like, mostly I want a best friend, but how is the Mirror of Erised supposed to depict that? I guess the thing it would most be able to show would be me talking on the phone and laughing or whatever.
Patronus: I can't make one.
Boggart: Bellatrix Lestrange, for sure. Like, Voldemort isn't as tangible to me because he just kills people. I don't know what it's like to be avada kedavra'd, but Bellatrix tortures people. I know what it's like to be in a lot of pain, and pain kind of scares me more than death.
Dementor: Well, I mean, all dementors sort of look the same, don't they? Big cloaked things with skeleton claws or something? But I have heard, though, that they bring about your worst memories, even if you have repressed them or whatever, so I guess that if they appeared, I'd probably think about the time when my cancer came back and I didn't think I'd be able to go back to Hogwarts for my fifth year because I'd be in treatment.
Veritaserum: I can't stand myself.
Personality: Amelia can usually be found writing. She fancies herself a philosopher of sorts, and carries around a notebook in which she writes down her daily musings. If someone sees her with a pen in hand and her book, and if they know her well, then they know not to disturb her. She's extremely introverted, and prefers to write out her emotions rather than talk about them to people. She's under the impression that if she was going through a crisis and reached out to someone, they would be just as clueless as she was. Fortunately, she doesn't feel very hopeless often. Unfortunately, when she does get depressed or angry, it shows. She retreats into herself even more than usual, or she starts screaming and crying like a petulant child.

She doesn't take much seriously, but the things that she does are things that she'll defend to the death. For instance, she's an avid feminist and very anti-Death Eater, in a way that a lot of muggleborns would consider fanatic. While a lot of people consider Hogwarts to be something of a safehouse, Amelia still feels the need to let everyone know that anti-Muggleborn attitudes will not be tolerated in her presence. If anyone dares make a prejudicial comment, she will look up from her notebook, deliver a minute-long speech rife with buzzwords such as "anti-choice" or "pureblood-normative," smirk in a self-satisfied fashion, and immediately return to what she was doing, as if it was the sort of thing she does every day. In a way, it is. Most of her conversations are argumentative. This is partially due to the fact that when she holds a high amount of respect for someone, she almost never initiates contact with them. She's not afraid of people she hates judging her, but she is afraid of people she likes judging her, and in her mind, there is a lot to judge or hate about herself.

When Amelia isn't being dramatic, passive-aggressive, or introverted, she's extremely silly. It's easier to find this side of her the longer you know her, and if she likes you, you could go a whole day without seeing her pull out her notebook. That is something that she saves for the days in which she can't stand anyone that she is around... which is often. When it comes to social interaction, Amelia either loves you or hates you.
(written in third person because she would never admit all of this at once.)

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the▪H I S T O R Y

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i'm a hufflepuff, we're true to the end.
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends

Father: Daniel Michael Hart. 49. Muggle. Reporter.
Mother: Melissa Diana Jordan. 46. She writes the blurbs on the backs of books.
Siblings: None.
Others: None that have any real influence on my life.
Hometown: Manhattan, New York.
Current Residence: Dover, England. 
History: I was born in the city that never sleeps, which was fitting because I was a very restless baby and I kept my parents up for all hours of the night. What an asshole, right? My magical powers didn't really show up until I was about five or six, and even then, no one was ever around to see them. When I was younger, I was way shyer than I am now. I didn't even get into any arguments with people. But that didn't mean I didn't get angry a lot. It was by no means unheard of for me to be in the room, seething, whenever a fire hydrant outside just so happened to start spurting water out of the top, or a sink to suddenly turn on full blast. It was very Carrie-esque.

I had a pretty good childhood, though. A lot of people think that living in a big city would corrupt my innocence or something, but I think it just made me very knowledgable about how indifferent the universe was. Like, I stopped believing in Santa at a very young age because the nicest kid in school didn't get any good presents for Christmas. I mean, you're going to give the kid who brings apples to his teachers every day a snazzy vest? Really? He's seven.

Anyway. My childhood was pretty rife with diversity and such too. When I went through one of my many shy phases, my best friend was an old woman who had marched for civil rights back in her heyday. She was the school nurse when I was in third grade and I went to her a lot because of feeling tired and my leg hurting and stuff. She thought I was just trying to get out of class so I could listen to her stories about getting arrested, but it turned out I actually did have osteosarcoma. My magical powers were starting to wane around this point too, probably because of all the energy my body was taking just to keep me alive.

Thankfully, it was caught in a fairly early stage, so I was only in treatment for a year or so before being declared cancer-free. However, that health came at a price. The price was my leg. I wasn't a very active child, so it wasn't like I was bummed at not being able to run on the track team or anything, but it was my leg. I was kind of sad to see it go. But if it meant no more chemo, I was willing to do it.

The thing was, though, the safest, best place to get an eight year old's leg amputated was on the other side of the Atlantic ocean. Figures, right? Manhattan is a huge city, filled with all the doctors specializing in erectile dysfunction you can find, but I can't get my cancer fixed. The thing was, too, that my parents weren't exactly rich. We were pretty well off, but not enough to fly to and from England every time I needed a doctor's appointment. Somehow, it worked out that we had to move to England, at least temporarily, in order for me to survive.

Well, I did survive. I'm not going to go into the details of how surprisingly painful getting your leg chopped off is, but the after-effects straight-up sucked. The prosthetic was itchy and clunky and I hated it more than words could say. I felt like a freak. But I'm not going to waste time complaining about it. Instead, I'm going to talk about how joyous I felt when I was declared cancer-free and told about the whole Hogwarts deal on the same day. Bam. That's really incredible. My parents didn't believe it at first, obviously, but once the Hogwarts Recruiter Guy demonstrated his own magical abilities, and once he showed us Diagon Alley, they were a lot more inclined to accept it.

My first year of Hogwarts was pretty standard. I had to learn all of the magical terminology and culture that other people had grown up with, but it wasn't like I was the only muggleborn there. Plus, when I went to the hospital wing to see if I could get any anti-itch/rash medication for one of the many woes that my prosthetic brought me, I was surprised to find that Madam Pomfrey could supply me with an entirely new prosthetic that felt not only lighter, but less itchy than my original one. When I went home for the holidays, my parents were a little miffed that I changed it without telling them, but I was considerably happier and more active, so it wasn't that much of a problem. Mainly, though, during my first year, I just wanted to get used to the concept of magic in general. I was sorted into Gryffindor, which was probably based more on my faults as a person than my strengths, but Professor McGonnagall is my homegirl, so it's cool. I formed some solid acquaintances with people, as well as making some enemies. I wasn't as insufferable as I am now, but I was able to identify the jerks pretty quickly and make it clear that I wasn't going to deal with their tomfoolery. It didn't take long for Peeves and I to become rivals, but I like to think there is a sort of begrudging respect between us now. He was probably the nicest Slytherin there, which is sad, considering he's dead.

My second year, Jesus Christ. That was the year of racism and the guy with the teeth. Like, Professor Quirrel was a pretty good teacher until we found out he was Voldemort's slave. But Whatshisface was just a jerk. I hated him. I mean, how unfortunate is it that we get the guy who can't teach during the year that a giant serpent attacks the school! As a muggleborn, I felt seriously unsafe. If Lupin had gotten to our school a year earlier, that would have been overwith by early spring. But no, we get Gilderoy. And, not to mention, the Slytherins used that whole thing as an excuse to spew a bunch of Pureblood Supremacist drivel. I felt even more alone that year than I did when I thought I had cancer again. That is saying something.

The third year, however, brought Professor Lupin, who is kind of the best teacher I have ever had. Sirius Black had escaped from prison and all that, but having Lupin as a teacher really made me feel like I could defend myself. That's stupid to say, because I was thirteen, but he was that good of a teacher. To the best of my understanding, this year was pretty Death Eater-tastic too, but I felt powerful, I guess. Like I was finally a legitimate witch.

My fourth year was pretty tragic. I didn't know Cedric Diggory, which I guess is for the best, considering he died and all. I vaguely know Harry Potter, so I'm glad he lived. He's saved our school every year since I got here, basically, so it was comforting to have him representing our school. The girls from Beauxbatons were nice. The guys from the other school didn't know how to take a joke, though. They weren't exactly... um... human.

I never got to see the final maze battle thing, actually. I was at the doctor being checked for cancer again. I was sure I had it, and I was seriously pissed off about not being able to attend Hogwarts for my fifth year. It turned out to be totally benign, though. It's a shame that I had to stay in the hospital for like a month to figure that out, though. Still, that scare made me really paranoid and upset. For all I knew, I could have cancer at any moment, and it could not be benign, and maybe this time I wouldn't catch it in time and I would die. I'm not sure if the magical world has any quick fixes for cancer, and I haven't asked anybody yet, because, quite frankly, I'm scared of the answer I'd get. I mean, wizards don't even use phones. What if they don't use chemo either? What if cancer is a total mystery to them?

I returned to Hogwarts in my fifh year with a newfound sense of pessimism. Not only was Voldemort rumored to be back (which I thoroughly believed, by the way; as if I'm going to doubt the only person who saw Cedric die, especially when he has Dumbledore on his side), but it was apparent to me that I could become sick and die at any moment, and that pissed me off. In my mind, I was either going to die via Voldemort or cancer. Those are two very not-good ways to go. I had kind of envisioned my death as taking place when I was older than fifteen, maybe in my sleep or something. Not to mention the fact that Umbridge was completely awful. She did not help things. I mouthed off in class more than usual and had to serve more than a couple of detentions with her. Fantastic. As the possibility of my death increased, so did the number of detentions I served.

So here I am now, I guess.

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the▪P L A Y E R

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so who are we fighting for? gryffindor, givin' it all for the red and gold!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!

Name: Sam
Time Zone: EST
RP Experience: Five years.
How Did You Find Us?: An ad.
Role Play Sample:

Oh, great. Now there was another person in the common room. Fantastic. Amelia sighed and closed her eyes, not even wanting to know who it was who had entered the room. She felt herself about to fall asleep for a minute. The in-between space made her feel like that. It was really weird to her, but she was used to it.

She was brought out of it, however, when the other person said hi to her and she was forced to open her eyes. "Hey!" She said, acting bubbly and bright or whatever for a second before going back to her book.

God, it sickened her how okay she was able to act sometimes.

She shook her head and turned back to her book, fully prepared to just continue reading and wait for the depression to settle in. Then she'd be able to not get angry and she wouldn't cause a scene in front of Lily.

God, Lily.

Lily was so nice. She didn't deserve to be occupying the same space as Amelia while she was freaking out or whatever. But it was okay. All Amelia needed to do was wait until she left, and then she would be able to do whatever it was she needed to do.

Lily put her legs on the footrest.

God, that was annoying. Like, yeah, it was a footrest. But Lily had just been outside and now she was probably going to dirty it up and the house elves would have to clean it and god hadn't anyone ever told her to just sit like a normal goddamn person every once in a while?

"Do you have to do that?" She asked, the sentence coming out of her mouth a little more sharply than she had intended.

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