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Contact Info (e-mail/messengers): thescarletribbon@gmail.com
Timezone: CST
How did you hear about us? (optional) jenna’s coercion
Character.
Character Name: Glinda P. Dolittle
Birthday: March 18th (Pisces)
House & Year: Hufflepuff / 7th
Blood Status: Half-blood / British (With strong Irish lineage on her mother’s side, hence the fiery red hair and temperament bestowed on both her and her older sister, Demelza. Oh, and the freckles, we mustn’t forget them. I’ll be jiggered if there’s a square inch of her skin not covered in them!)
Wand: Rowan wood – supple (Originality, free-thinking, psychic ability, love and understanding), Ashwinder Ash (casts the best protection charms), 10 and ¾ inches
Physical Description: Glinda P. Dolittle is a tall, willowy thing, with long red hair that blows and tangles and with limbs that bow and sway at odd angles – she ought to be a tree in autumn, as its leaves turn bronze just before they fall. She stands at 177 cm (nearly 5 foot 10 inches), and her eyes are the blue of a cloudy day in Derbyshire, just before it rains – there is a hint of grey and a breath of green, as skies about to rain tend to possess. Freckles crop up nearly everywhere, not a patch of skin untouched, really. But she doesn’t seem to mind them; her sister doesn’t have any, and Glinda rather likes anything that sets her apart from Demelza. Even if it would be lovely to have silky, alabaster skin like the Duchess of Lancaster instead of the complexion of her milk-maid.
PB: Cintia Dicker, aww lookit
Personality: Many have said Glinda P. Dolittle was meant to be a middle child and not the youngest daughter, given her circumstances and demeanor. For as long as she can remember, she has been politely overlooked in favor of her elder sister, in return for which she politely looks on in acceptance. Most people expect the baby sister to be the spoiled, demanding, cherished one of the pair, while the eldest is the guinea pig upon whom all the mistakes are made. In the case of the Dolittles, this is not so. Demelza was Queen from the start, and Glinda only Princess on occasion. Which ordinarily, she was perfectly at ease with. While Demelza dreamed of pastels and petticoats, Glinda’s dreamscapes have always been on a much more intangible and bolder plane.
At times docile and silently reflective, she possesses eyes that to some seem much too old for her, as if they have seen quite a lot and have opinions that might offend you. Other times she encompasses all the passion of a Harpy, mostly when not in the presence of her overpowering sister, and those offensive opinions are sure to find you through one medium or another. She can hold an entire conversation with you by playing the piano, but occasionally she finds it is better done by writing in lipstick on your mirror or with a stick in the sand at your feet. It is not so much that her persona is oppressive, but it will command attention unconsciously by simply being abstract, irate, or irritatingly elusive. She has had much practice at being quiet, after all.
Hobbies and talents :
1.) She plays the piano. But if you were to ask her, she doesn’t ‘play’ the piano. She addresses it, or consorts with it, and empathizes with it when possible, if the piano is willing. It is her voice-box in most cases; a sweet amalgamation of mathematical algorithms and soulful enterprise. The exploration one may do of oneself on the piano is of the most pleasurable and invasive kind. It is not for the faint of heart.
Weaknesses:
1.) Her mouth may be blunter than she intends at first, and she regrets some things she says. (Sometimes there is no regret.) She is a girl of infinite feeling and exploration, and thus occasionally speaks and acts before she thinks.
2.) She will try anything once, and that includes activities that are much frowned upon and even forbidden. It is likely, once again, partly in an effort to be very different from her sister. In Glinda’s repertoire of past forbidden fruits are smoking (one of her father’s cigars, and a cigarette or two with her mother’s fancy vintage holder, for which she was caught and punished), playing with fire (more specifically the Incendio charm at school, and duly given a week’s detention), and trespassing on several occasions in the Hogwarts Music Room to be near a piano – although none of them are quite like her old, small, modest cherry wood that has been sold at auction.
Personal History:
The Lesson:
It is not so very grand to be the baby sister of a funnel cloud.
Such was the lesson learned by Glinda P. Dolittle on her fourth birthday, when by all rights she should have been the Princess For A Day, and instead her elder sister reigned as Queen. You see, Glinda and her sister Demelza are witches. I know what you are thinking: witches are hairy, green-skinned villains with large noses and obscene moles who labor over cauldrons beneath full moons.
You are, in fact, only three-fourths correct.
Witches do labor over cauldrons and sometimes it is best done beneath a full moon, but rarely do they have moles of the obscene kind, and if their noses are large (and greasy) they are ridiculed and made into persecuted Potions Masters. Furthermore, they only ever possess green skin on accident, and if they are hairy, well – such an unfortunate genetic occurrence could just as easily happen to you, so hold your tongue and keep your tweezers handy.
When you discover you are a witch, one of two things may happen: celebration or devastation. This all depends on whether you are born into a family of magic or muggles. Glinda’s family is of the magical variety, and extremely well-to-do. So well-to-do, in fact, that their home is Furthing Manor in the countryside county of Derbyshire. Her mother Ermengarde is of the Furthing bloodline and, what’s more, the only heir. Such good fortune and Olde English wealth should have surely entitled Glinda to supreme Princessdom on her Fourth Birthday Party. But it was on this day, when Demelza was at the much wiser age of Eight and Some Weeks old, that her elder sister discovered she was a witch.
That day’s celebration became in Demelza’s honor. Henceforth, Glinda would observe as years wore on that most everything happened in Demelza’s honor.
The Discovery:
Of course, now Glinda had not only the expectation of magic but also the reputation of her dazzling Queen sister to live up to. It is a tricky situation for any little girl, but for a Dolittle it is widely believed to be worse.
When you are a Dolittle, your parents are infamous for their grandiose extravagance and boastful impropriety, along the lines of several Jane Austen’s Mrs Bennetts with actual money to spend. And when you are Glinda P. Dolittle you are doted upon – but your sister Demelza is revered, made much of, written down in history books, and decorated with tulle and tinsel (even while she scatters such things to the four corners of the parlor in her dramatic wake).
When you are Glinda P. Dolittle, you quietly play your piano while Demelza sings opera at the top of her celebrated lungs. And you accept that the praise for the performance is duly given to your sister, who loves you really, even if she forgets to show you much of the time. For actually, when she remembers to show you she cares, you are quite swept up with the rest of the world in understanding why she is Queen. You love her, too.
But on the day of The Discovery even Glinda P. Dolittle was permitted to rejoice, full-fledged and unabridged by sisterly accomplishments. On this day, when she was roughly Seven and a Quarter Years old (younger than her sister had been, a fact she would silently hold dear), Glinda lived up to expectations and reputations. Some even say she surpassed them.
You see, Demelza had a certain insatiable fondness for the apples grown in the orchard just beyond their wildly-sewn gardens. And despite her distaste for dirtying her pretty frocks or for partaking in anything which might appear unseemly for a Queen of her stature, she deigned to climb an apple tree now and then, to fetch one of these sweet delights. It was best not to wash them, and to eat them right there by the tree, or in the tree if at all possible, because it was positively sinful to be so Unqueenly and if someone should catch her she would be quite put out. But on this afternoon, eating a sinful apple of her choosing in the Third Tree from the Right, Demelza sat on a branch that decided it should not like to carry her Queenly weight, and promptly snapped beneath her.
It would appear that just as Demelza took a fall that would have likely broken a few of her Queenly bones, Glinda was there – and Demelza stopped, in mid-descent. Mr and Mrs Dolittle arrived just as Demelza was floating gently to the ground, caught red-handed – or red-appled – and saved only by the timely graces of her sister.
Mrs Dolittle swept up the traumatized Demelza, batting away sticky apples and fat tears that had already sprung to petulant eyes. But Mr Dolittle turned to his youngest daughter and said, “Now if that isn’t the best discovery of magic there ever was, I’ll be jiggered.” And he patted Glinda on the head. Mr Dolittle had a hobby of picking up the latest slang and using it in the most inappropriate places; he was also not so very talented at giving compliments. But anyone could see he was proud of his littlest daughter. Even Demelza had to admit she had been outdone. Once she admitted that, however, she was fully able to admit gratitude for the saving of her bones as well. There was much hugging and praising of Glinda P. Dolittle that day.
The Aftermath:
All has seemed fairly normal in the Dolittle household since the thankful discovery that, yes, both red-haired daughters were witches and, yes, both bright and charming in their own way – Demelza in her outrageous grandeur and Glinda in her decidedly subtle version of the same. One cannot help but be subtle when following in the footsteps of such a dazzling funnel cloud, really. But it is now, in Glinda’s final year at Hogwarts, that the Dolittle family has come to face a trial to trump all tornadoes (and really any other natural disaster). Bankruptcy.
Yes, funny thing: Mr Dolittle has another hobby of incurring large debts and forgetting to repay them. It was bound to happen that one day he would make an investment that proved too risky for his pouch. And so, mid-December, the Dolittles find their Manor quite without rich tapestries and fine, plush carpets and even, heaven forbid, Glinda’s own private piano, small and modest though it was. A cold and lonely Manor it has suddenly become, and the prized daughters are frock-less and penniless and – much to Demelza’s dismay – quite suitor-less, now that the issue of dowries is null and void. Demelza, who had been used to throwing lavish galas and flitting from one young wizard to the next while her parents debated just where she should be married off, is now a pauper and made to go out in the world to find ‘Work.’ A very dreadful and degrading and possibly deadly business.
And Glinda… Well, Glinda P. Dolittle is determined to graduate at the top of her class so that she may find a career in which she shall not only support herself, but her destitute family as well. Her indolent parents are really too much in shock and have lived too long in privilege to know what to do with themselves. Glinda believes it is up to her (because she is the loyal, adventuring, and persevering sort), and Demelza too. But will she be able to sacrifice her dreams and herself, as she has always done?
OWL scores:
Astronomy: E
Charms: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Herbology: O
History of Magic: A
Potions: O
Transfiguration: E
(And choose 2-3 electives from the following:)
Ancient Runes: E
Arithmancy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: D
Divination: A
Muggle Studies: E
Current Classes:
Potions
Transfiguration
Charms
DADA
Ancient Runes
Herbology
Muggle Studies
Best subjects:
Potions, Charms, DADA, Herbology, (she adores nature and working with herbs and soil and getting her hands dirty, what a delight)
Worst subjects:
CoMC (she keeps wanting to PLAY with the rough ones, tut)
Name/Alias: ribbon
Contact Info (e-mail/messengers): thescarletribbon@gmail.com
Timezone: CST
How did you hear about us? (optional) jenna’s coercion
Character.
Character Name: Glinda P. Dolittle
Birthday: March 18th (Pisces)
House & Year: Hufflepuff / 7th
Blood Status: Half-blood / British (With strong Irish lineage on her mother’s side, hence the fiery red hair and temperament bestowed on both her and her older sister, Demelza. Oh, and the freckles, we mustn’t forget them. I’ll be jiggered if there’s a square inch of her skin not covered in them!)
Wand: Rowan wood – supple (Originality, free-thinking, psychic ability, love and understanding), Ashwinder Ash (casts the best protection charms), 10 and ¾ inches
Physical Description: Glinda P. Dolittle is a tall, willowy thing, with long red hair that blows and tangles and with limbs that bow and sway at odd angles – she ought to be a tree in autumn, as its leaves turn bronze just before they fall. She stands at 177 cm (nearly 5 foot 10 inches), and her eyes are the blue of a cloudy day in Derbyshire, just before it rains – there is a hint of grey and a breath of green, as skies about to rain tend to possess. Freckles crop up nearly everywhere, not a patch of skin untouched, really. But she doesn’t seem to mind them; her sister doesn’t have any, and Glinda rather likes anything that sets her apart from Demelza. Even if it would be lovely to have silky, alabaster skin like the Duchess of Lancaster instead of the complexion of her milk-maid.
PB: Cintia Dicker, aww lookit
Personality: Many have said Glinda P. Dolittle was meant to be a middle child and not the youngest daughter, given her circumstances and demeanor. For as long as she can remember, she has been politely overlooked in favor of her elder sister, in return for which she politely looks on in acceptance. Most people expect the baby sister to be the spoiled, demanding, cherished one of the pair, while the eldest is the guinea pig upon whom all the mistakes are made. In the case of the Dolittles, this is not so. Demelza was Queen from the start, and Glinda only Princess on occasion. Which ordinarily, she was perfectly at ease with. While Demelza dreamed of pastels and petticoats, Glinda’s dreamscapes have always been on a much more intangible and bolder plane.
At times docile and silently reflective, she possesses eyes that to some seem much too old for her, as if they have seen quite a lot and have opinions that might offend you. Other times she encompasses all the passion of a Harpy, mostly when not in the presence of her overpowering sister, and those offensive opinions are sure to find you through one medium or another. She can hold an entire conversation with you by playing the piano, but occasionally she finds it is better done by writing in lipstick on your mirror or with a stick in the sand at your feet. It is not so much that her persona is oppressive, but it will command attention unconsciously by simply being abstract, irate, or irritatingly elusive. She has had much practice at being quiet, after all.
Hobbies and talents :
1.) She plays the piano. But if you were to ask her, she doesn’t ‘play’ the piano. She addresses it, or consorts with it, and empathizes with it when possible, if the piano is willing. It is her voice-box in most cases; a sweet amalgamation of mathematical algorithms and soulful enterprise. The exploration one may do of oneself on the piano is of the most pleasurable and invasive kind. It is not for the faint of heart.
Weaknesses:
1.) Her mouth may be blunter than she intends at first, and she regrets some things she says. (Sometimes there is no regret.) She is a girl of infinite feeling and exploration, and thus occasionally speaks and acts before she thinks.
2.) She will try anything once, and that includes activities that are much frowned upon and even forbidden. It is likely, once again, partly in an effort to be very different from her sister. In Glinda’s repertoire of past forbidden fruits are smoking (one of her father’s cigars, and a cigarette or two with her mother’s fancy vintage holder, for which she was caught and punished), playing with fire (more specifically the Incendio charm at school, and duly given a week’s detention), and trespassing on several occasions in the Hogwarts Music Room to be near a piano – although none of them are quite like her old, small, modest cherry wood that has been sold at auction.
Personal History:
The Lesson:
It is not so very grand to be the baby sister of a funnel cloud.
Such was the lesson learned by Glinda P. Dolittle on her fourth birthday, when by all rights she should have been the Princess For A Day, and instead her elder sister reigned as Queen. You see, Glinda and her sister Demelza are witches. I know what you are thinking: witches are hairy, green-skinned villains with large noses and obscene moles who labor over cauldrons beneath full moons.
You are, in fact, only three-fourths correct.
Witches do labor over cauldrons and sometimes it is best done beneath a full moon, but rarely do they have moles of the obscene kind, and if their noses are large (and greasy) they are ridiculed and made into persecuted Potions Masters. Furthermore, they only ever possess green skin on accident, and if they are hairy, well – such an unfortunate genetic occurrence could just as easily happen to you, so hold your tongue and keep your tweezers handy.
When you discover you are a witch, one of two things may happen: celebration or devastation. This all depends on whether you are born into a family of magic or muggles. Glinda’s family is of the magical variety, and extremely well-to-do. So well-to-do, in fact, that their home is Furthing Manor in the countryside county of Derbyshire. Her mother Ermengarde is of the Furthing bloodline and, what’s more, the only heir. Such good fortune and Olde English wealth should have surely entitled Glinda to supreme Princessdom on her Fourth Birthday Party. But it was on this day, when Demelza was at the much wiser age of Eight and Some Weeks old, that her elder sister discovered she was a witch.
That day’s celebration became in Demelza’s honor. Henceforth, Glinda would observe as years wore on that most everything happened in Demelza’s honor.
The Discovery:
Of course, now Glinda had not only the expectation of magic but also the reputation of her dazzling Queen sister to live up to. It is a tricky situation for any little girl, but for a Dolittle it is widely believed to be worse.
When you are a Dolittle, your parents are infamous for their grandiose extravagance and boastful impropriety, along the lines of several Jane Austen’s Mrs Bennetts with actual money to spend. And when you are Glinda P. Dolittle you are doted upon – but your sister Demelza is revered, made much of, written down in history books, and decorated with tulle and tinsel (even while she scatters such things to the four corners of the parlor in her dramatic wake).
When you are Glinda P. Dolittle, you quietly play your piano while Demelza sings opera at the top of her celebrated lungs. And you accept that the praise for the performance is duly given to your sister, who loves you really, even if she forgets to show you much of the time. For actually, when she remembers to show you she cares, you are quite swept up with the rest of the world in understanding why she is Queen. You love her, too.
But on the day of The Discovery even Glinda P. Dolittle was permitted to rejoice, full-fledged and unabridged by sisterly accomplishments. On this day, when she was roughly Seven and a Quarter Years old (younger than her sister had been, a fact she would silently hold dear), Glinda lived up to expectations and reputations. Some even say she surpassed them.
You see, Demelza had a certain insatiable fondness for the apples grown in the orchard just beyond their wildly-sewn gardens. And despite her distaste for dirtying her pretty frocks or for partaking in anything which might appear unseemly for a Queen of her stature, she deigned to climb an apple tree now and then, to fetch one of these sweet delights. It was best not to wash them, and to eat them right there by the tree, or in the tree if at all possible, because it was positively sinful to be so Unqueenly and if someone should catch her she would be quite put out. But on this afternoon, eating a sinful apple of her choosing in the Third Tree from the Right, Demelza sat on a branch that decided it should not like to carry her Queenly weight, and promptly snapped beneath her.
It would appear that just as Demelza took a fall that would have likely broken a few of her Queenly bones, Glinda was there – and Demelza stopped, in mid-descent. Mr and Mrs Dolittle arrived just as Demelza was floating gently to the ground, caught red-handed – or red-appled – and saved only by the timely graces of her sister.
Mrs Dolittle swept up the traumatized Demelza, batting away sticky apples and fat tears that had already sprung to petulant eyes. But Mr Dolittle turned to his youngest daughter and said, “Now if that isn’t the best discovery of magic there ever was, I’ll be jiggered.” And he patted Glinda on the head. Mr Dolittle had a hobby of picking up the latest slang and using it in the most inappropriate places; he was also not so very talented at giving compliments. But anyone could see he was proud of his littlest daughter. Even Demelza had to admit she had been outdone. Once she admitted that, however, she was fully able to admit gratitude for the saving of her bones as well. There was much hugging and praising of Glinda P. Dolittle that day.
The Aftermath:
All has seemed fairly normal in the Dolittle household since the thankful discovery that, yes, both red-haired daughters were witches and, yes, both bright and charming in their own way – Demelza in her outrageous grandeur and Glinda in her decidedly subtle version of the same. One cannot help but be subtle when following in the footsteps of such a dazzling funnel cloud, really. But it is now, in Glinda’s final year at Hogwarts, that the Dolittle family has come to face a trial to trump all tornadoes (and really any other natural disaster). Bankruptcy.
Yes, funny thing: Mr Dolittle has another hobby of incurring large debts and forgetting to repay them. It was bound to happen that one day he would make an investment that proved too risky for his pouch. And so, mid-December, the Dolittles find their Manor quite without rich tapestries and fine, plush carpets and even, heaven forbid, Glinda’s own private piano, small and modest though it was. A cold and lonely Manor it has suddenly become, and the prized daughters are frock-less and penniless and – much to Demelza’s dismay – quite suitor-less, now that the issue of dowries is null and void. Demelza, who had been used to throwing lavish galas and flitting from one young wizard to the next while her parents debated just where she should be married off, is now a pauper and made to go out in the world to find ‘Work.’ A very dreadful and degrading and possibly deadly business.
And Glinda… Well, Glinda P. Dolittle is determined to graduate at the top of her class so that she may find a career in which she shall not only support herself, but her destitute family as well. Her indolent parents are really too much in shock and have lived too long in privilege to know what to do with themselves. Glinda believes it is up to her (because she is the loyal, adventuring, and persevering sort), and Demelza too. But will she be able to sacrifice her dreams and herself, as she has always done?
OWL scores:
Astronomy: E
Charms: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Herbology: O
History of Magic: A
Potions: O
Transfiguration: E
(And choose 2-3 electives from the following:)
Ancient Runes: E
Arithmancy: A
Care of Magical Creatures: D
Divination: A
Muggle Studies: E
Current Classes:
Potions
Transfiguration
Charms
DADA
Ancient Runes
Herbology
Muggle Studies
Best subjects:
Potions, Charms, DADA, Herbology, (she adores nature and working with herbs and soil and getting her hands dirty, what a delight)
Worst subjects:
CoMC (she keeps wanting to PLAY with the rough ones, tut)
Consort