Post by Ginny Weasley on May 29, 2012 8:27:17 GMT
Name: Ginevra Molly Weasley
Age: 11
OC or Canon: Canon
Year in Hogwarts: 1st
House: Gryffindor
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Wand: Hazel, dragon heartstring
Picture:
Uniform: Nothing worth mentioning – while Ginny does wear her shirt collar unfastened, she almost always wears her tie high enough to hide that fact, and otherwise wears the uniform as expected.
Family background: Raised by her parents Molly and Arthur Weasley alongside six brothers in their home in Devon, Ginny was the youngest of the large family, and had longed to go to Hogwarts ever since her eldest brother Bill started.
Personality: Typically an energetic, lively personality who, according to her brother Ron, never shuts up, Ginny is usually unafraid to stand up to anyone, friends or enemies alike, being particularly harsh towards those she dislikes, and is also known to be quick-witted and funny. Only when she is around Harry Potter is Ginny any different – long infatuated by the legend of ‘the boy who lived’, after seeing him in person, Ginny developed a massive crush on Harry, and will generally fall silent, knock things over, and blush as red as her hair when he’s around.
Sample: No-one’s ever understood me like you, Tom.
With those final, appreciative words, Ginny placed her quill down on the table beside her bowl and, carefully as though it was her most prized possession, slipped the dark-covered diary back into the safety of her bag as the hall grew nosier with students making their way in for breakfast. It was always a risk, she knew, writing to Tom where anyone could stumble across her, but early morning it was, in a way, safer to do it down in the great hall, where everyone was mostly focussing on feeding themselves before class than in her dormitory, where her roommates might get curious – and selfish though the thought might have been, Ginny didn’t really want anyone else talking with Tom; he was her personal little friend.
The young redhead looked up just in time to see Harry enter the hall, as usual in the company of her own brother and Hermione, and as they sat down at one of the few places left at the rapidly-filling Gryffindor table – incidentally, right next to her – Ginny gave a strange little squeak, turned a particularly bright shade of red, and managed to knock over the milk jug.
Age: 11
OC or Canon: Canon
Year in Hogwarts: 1st
House: Gryffindor
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Wand: Hazel, dragon heartstring
Picture:
Uniform: Nothing worth mentioning – while Ginny does wear her shirt collar unfastened, she almost always wears her tie high enough to hide that fact, and otherwise wears the uniform as expected.
Family background: Raised by her parents Molly and Arthur Weasley alongside six brothers in their home in Devon, Ginny was the youngest of the large family, and had longed to go to Hogwarts ever since her eldest brother Bill started.
Personality: Typically an energetic, lively personality who, according to her brother Ron, never shuts up, Ginny is usually unafraid to stand up to anyone, friends or enemies alike, being particularly harsh towards those she dislikes, and is also known to be quick-witted and funny. Only when she is around Harry Potter is Ginny any different – long infatuated by the legend of ‘the boy who lived’, after seeing him in person, Ginny developed a massive crush on Harry, and will generally fall silent, knock things over, and blush as red as her hair when he’s around.
Sample: No-one’s ever understood me like you, Tom.
With those final, appreciative words, Ginny placed her quill down on the table beside her bowl and, carefully as though it was her most prized possession, slipped the dark-covered diary back into the safety of her bag as the hall grew nosier with students making their way in for breakfast. It was always a risk, she knew, writing to Tom where anyone could stumble across her, but early morning it was, in a way, safer to do it down in the great hall, where everyone was mostly focussing on feeding themselves before class than in her dormitory, where her roommates might get curious – and selfish though the thought might have been, Ginny didn’t really want anyone else talking with Tom; he was her personal little friend.
The young redhead looked up just in time to see Harry enter the hall, as usual in the company of her own brother and Hermione, and as they sat down at one of the few places left at the rapidly-filling Gryffindor table – incidentally, right next to her – Ginny gave a strange little squeak, turned a particularly bright shade of red, and managed to knock over the milk jug.