Post by katherine riley bell on Oct 27, 2010 9:17:13 GMT -5
katherine riley bell
AGE 21
PROFESSION quidditch player, Holyhead Harpies
CANON yes
BIRTHDATE September 25
FORMER HOUSE Gryffindor
LIKES beaches, pie, sunny days, reading, tea, chocolate
DISLIKES coffee, the colour yellow, busybodies, carbs, strawberries
STRENGTHS quick thinking, kindhearted
WEAKNESSES self-conscious, stubborn, argumentative
BOGGART tidal wave/water in general
PATRONUS takes the form of a penguin, via the moment when she found out she made the Harpies.
DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES She has a few scars - mostly from bumps and scrapes, and general rough housing as a child.
PLAY-BY Olivia Wilde
FAMILY MEMBERS Claire and Michael Bell, parents, both age 50
Victor Bell, brother, age twenty-six
PETS golden retriever named Puck
GENERAL HISTORY
She was born on an autumn night - or rather, on a very early morning - to two loving and intelligent parents. Katie was raised in London, where she learned both street and book smarts, and at age eleven, attended Hogwarts as both her parents had. She quickly found her niche, playing quidditch and making a few friends. In her final year, though, she was put under the imperius curse attacked by a cursed amulet, though she remembers little of the situation.
The near death experience made Katie realize just how important friends and family were, and so she has spent the last couple of years making the best of every situation, and putting her best foot forward as much as she can. Two years after the attack, and one after the war, Katie made the Holyhead Harpies, where she has been playing ever since.
PLAYER’S ALIAS andy
PLAYER’S FAVOURITE COLOUR purple
WRITING SAMPLE:
Her body ached.
It had been a particularly rough night, and Katie's whole being hurt. She'd had the dream again - nightmare, to be more accurate. Tonight's, however, was a tad different.
She'd not been walking back from Hogsmeade - and she'd been alone. In actuality, the dream had been set in her family home, at Christmas. Her family was always big on Christmas - secretive about gifts, a large, full tree - but strangely, none of them were around. It was just... her. Alone. There was only one gift under the tree - only one, another oddity, since there was always a huge pile. She pulled it towards herself without even the tiniest sense of trepidation, something that looking back she found odd. When she opened the wrapping, though, there it was.
The Amulet.
She'd not touched it but the pain came back, searing as ever, without her permission. Her face had contorted, and her hands jerked in reaction to seeing it. With that jerking movement, though, the amulet flew into the air and somehow (the magic of dreams) it landed in the way a necklace would, sliding over her brown hair and onto her neck. The metal was cool, but it was quickly replaced by a violent and searing heat, her body contorting with pain and a sweat breaking out over her whole body.
That was when she woke up. The Muggle clock she'd bought with the boxy red neon letters red 1:54. She'd tried to catch her breath, her heart racing in a way it hadn't since she'd played quidditch for Oliver. It was two am, and Katie rolled out of bed, stumbling along the hallway and into her kitchen.
That was where she remained, reading old copies of Quidditch Weekly with a glass of wine that remained barely touched, until six in the morning. Her body protested when she moved, and she had dark circles under her eyes when she got in the shower, but she'd made it to work on time, and looking decent.
Now, it was lunch time. Though the morning had dragged on, Katie felt she'd handled each memo and file well - she'd done what anyone would do on three and a half hours of sleep. She stayed at her desk, not interested in socializing with the giggling gaggle of secretaries hired for their legs instead of their brains - since most of them were sat about giggling about certain aurors a year her junior who just happened to be drop dead gorgeous.
No, she wasn't interested in hearing it today.
Katie heaved a sigh of exhaustion as she pulled out her lunch from the tiny refrigerator she kept under her desk, the ice cold water soothing her aching head as she shifted to sit atop her right foot. She poked about in her salad with her fork before taking a bite, feeling sort of nauseous even for that tiny bit of food. That was why she was glad for the distraction of one of her coworkers, handing her a file.
