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Ginevra Weasley
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Name: Lena Loo!
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Age: 16
Code: Rita Skeeter Illegal Animagus
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Name: Ginevra Molly Weasley
Nickname(s): Ginny, Gin
DOB: August 11, 1981
Blood: Pure
Previous School/House: Gryffindor
Subject To Teach: History of Magic
Qualifications: Technically, Ginny would never be qualified to teach History of Magic until recently. During her school years, it was the one class she saw as the chance to catch up with sleep, but now in an act of desperation, she’s hit the books. However, she does have some minor qualifications. She was working as a reporter for the Daily Prophet, doing undercover studies which allowed her to travel all over the world. At each separate location, she did a bit of background research about the culture to better understand what she was writing about, and also to seem like a more eloquent writer.
Physical Appearance: It has always been remarkable to Ginny that she hasn’t grown a single inch since her 4th year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, standing at 5'4" tall. It’s been much to her dismay that she inherited her mother’s genes when it came to height, whereas her brothers Ron, Percy, and Bill inherited their father’s tall and lanky build. Fearing that she would fall to the doom of being pleasantly plump like Mrs. Weasley (since she already had her height genes), Ginny has been careful concerning over eating (which is an incredibly difficult feat when living under the same roof as Mrs. Weasley) and has made a point to perform simple exercises to simply stay fit. She’s not one to count calories, but she’ll eat only one helping of dessert instead of two as she did when she was younger with a metabolism as fast as the speed of light, and she’ll kindly refuse when Mrs. Weasley offers her third and fourth helpings of meals. Her rule of thumb is “Eat until you’re full and you won’t need to worry.” Her habits have worked in favor of her, and she’s been able to maintain a healthy 120 lbs, and bears a somewhat shapely appearance as opposed to a plump look.
Ginny has a wild array of facial expressions, varying from wide eyed and shocked, to an ecstatic grin, or even a determined steely glare which makes her look remarkably similar to her older brothers Fred and George. Her vivid brown eyes can show either pure hatred, warmth, disappointment, fondness, or annoyance, and it’s not a difficult feat to be able to uncover her inner emotions through her facial expressions. She will, of course, occasionally try to hide her emotions, and she can effectively create a false mask, but most of the time she wishes to be expressive and open.
Just like the rest of her family, Ginny has the trademark red hair which can distinguish a Weasley from a mile away. Her long mane of red hair was unkempt for a long while, for it was difficult to manage and once it was fixed, it was nearly impossible to sustain. So the only answer lied in: Cutting it all off. So she did. Now her red hair is cropped short, falling about an inch passed her chin, her shortest layers only reaching the tip of her small, slightly upturned nose.
Similar to many redheads, Ginny has extremely fair skin that comes in two shades. White, and red. She has never gotten a tan in her life, and is aware of the fact that this will never change, and has learned to go through proper measures before spending long blocks of time in the sun. Due to her light skin color, she avoids dark colored clothing that will contrast too much with the hue of her skin, and prefers brighter colors like vibrant greens and yellows; anything to make her stand out. Other than bright colors, her ideal clothing consists of: Fitting jeans, fitting tanks, loose T-Shirts (but only if they display the band emblem of the Weird Sisters), short skirts, and jean jackets. Put simply, Ginny isn’t afraid to show off her figure. However she does know when to draw the line as to what clothing to wear when teaching, and in those cases she sticks to wizard robes to avoid any chance of getting in trouble.
Personality: Ginny’s most evident attribute is her determination. If she’s set her mind on achieving something, it is near impossible for someone to sway Ginny from getting what she wants. She has a great deal of drive and focus, and there are very few things that can distract her from her eventual goal. When she was younger and she was bent on becoming a Quidditch player, yet since Fred, George and Ron would refuse to let her play with them, she would secretly break into the broom closet and steal the brooms so she could practice on her own, a fact that her brothers were oblivious to until Ginny’s fourth year in school, revealing her rather devious and sneaky side.
At times, Ginny can be outspoken, but she’s generally a good judge when it comes to knowing when to keep her mouth shut. Throughout her years in Hogwarts, and still in the present, she’s one of the few that has enough nerve to tell Harry when he’s being a prat or doing something obnoxious or stupid. She, of course, didn’t start interjecting her opinion on his life until she was done with her puppy love crush on him. Still, Harry’s not the only person Ginny will tell off for doing things she personally thinks are wrong. She feels that as a friend, her role is to be there as a shoulder to cry on, share mutual stories of happiness, joy, frustration, fury, and hatred, defend and stand up for them when others are attacking them in some way, as well as telling her friends when they’re making a mess of their lives, as she expects her friends to do the same for her. In some cases, it may seem that Ginny crosses the barrier between being a friend, and being downright overly critical. She isn’t purposely critical, and if someone tells her that she is surpassing her boundaries, she’ll argue with them on the contrary for a while before she realizes they’re telling her the truth, causing her to be consumed with regret, and leading her to go straight to the friend in question and apologize profusely. The streak of stubbornness that lies within Ginny makes it difficult for her to admit to herself when she’s wrong, but once she realizes it, she’s not one to be too preoccupied with pride to admit it to everyone else.
This of course, doesn’t mean that Ginny doesn’t have any pride. She does, and she has a great deal of it for that matter, especially where her family is concerned. While she doesn’t get physically violent, or become roaring mad when others insult her family, she will not take a blow without some sort of response, which is usually a snide, smart remark or a return insult. It’s not usually good to get someone like Ginny on your bad side, for she’s been known to hold a grudge for quite a long time. Grudges will of course be dropped if Ginny realizes the cause is petty enough, or if the other person will approach her and request either an armistice or to make complete peace and go back to being simply acquaintances, or return to being friends once again. Things go a lot faster if the other person is willing to make peace, for that streak of stubbornness will constantly spur the fire inside her and further stimulate her to continue harboring her grudge.
More than anything, Ginny loves for things to be light hearted and fun. She loathes confrontation, though she knows at times it’s completely necessary, and if she’s on the verge of getting caught up in a giant, dramatic yet petty fight between her friends, she’ll do as much as possible to distance herself from the artillery fire and remain neutral, finding others to spend time with while her friends in question duke it out until the fight is over.
Ginny holds a great deal of love for her family, and there’s hardly a thing that can change that. Even when Percy had turned a deaf ear to their family, Ginny was determined to believe that it was just a phase, and that once Percy was done brown nosing someone as ridiculously stupid and blind as Fudge, he would be back with his family, admitting that he had wronged them. Of course this didn’t stop Ginny from saying a few choice words of colorful vocabulary whenever Percy was mentioned during this time, but she never gave up on him, and he had finally come through for her. Since he has, he’s been very defensive when it comes to his period of anti-family behavior, and Ginny has proven to have enough tact to not mention it or bring it up in his presence.
Being the only girl amongst six brothers did give Ginny somewhat thick skin when it came to rolling with the punches. If she broke down and cried every time they shoved her, insulted her, stole her toys, pulled her hair, or ran off without her, she would have spent her entire childhood sucking her thumb and nursing her wounds. Instead, she learned to cope, earned herself some family dignity, and nowadays it takes a lot to break Ginny down. She can’t stand crying, and hates it more than anything if it’s public. Crying is weakness. Crying is allowing others to know that they had won, that they had broken her down and had affected her in some way. She saves crying for when she’s completely alone, and rarely allows herself to cry in public.
Not being one to obsess with material goods, Ginny never made a huge fuss about the financial state of her family like Ron did during their childhood years. Ginny knew that her father was working his tail off at work and her mother was running around like mad trying to manage their house. That, in itself, was enough for Ginny. Her parents worked for what they had, and whether it was a little or a lot, at least she knew that what her family had to offer for her was well deserved. There were, of course, times that she wished they were more well off than they were, but once she would think such things, she would mentally berate herself for being a thankless, selfish girl while she recalled all the hours her father worked and how often he wasn’t at home because he was out cleaning up messes made by careless and stupid witches and wizards.
History: Ginevra Molly Weasley was born on August 11th, 1981 as the seventh and final child in the Weasley family. As she reached her toddler years, it became evident that it was going to be hard for Ginny, growing up in a house full of boys. Her brothers poked her, teased her, stole her toys, brought her in the presence of slimy, oozing substances, and any doll she ever kept was never left intact for very long. So she was forced to abandon tea parties, games of house, and tag along with her brothers or else she would have a quiet childhood indeed.
Her brothers allowed her to tag along with them, but only to a certain extent. Whenever it came to quidditch, Ginny was never allowed to come and play. Every year, she was always too young, too “delicate”, too girly, or any other excuse they could come up with to force her to stay home with her mother. This severely displeased Ginny, so starting at age six, she would sneak to the broom closet when Fred, George, and Ron were preoccupied with other interesting feats and steal a broom to fly by herself. Quidditch for one doesn’t work, of course, but it was better than not being able to fly at all, in Ginny’s opinion. Since she had been old enough to realize where Bill and Charlie went every fall, winter and spring, Ginny endlessly daydreamed about when she would finally be able to go to Hogwarts, and in this dream was her playing on the Quidditch team, so she knew she had to get as much practice as she possibly could. That and she could only spend SO much time tagging along with her brothers.
When Ginny was eight years old, Fred and George were accepted to Hogwarts as well, and they were shipped off to the magical school leaving Ginny and Ron as the only two Weasley children that remained at home. In that time, Ginny became attached to her older brother, and the two grew rather close, creating a stronger bond than Ginny shared with any of her other brothers. They occupied their time with adventures around the Burrow, Ron beating Ginny at chess numerous times (even at a young age he had an extreme talent for the game, which was perhaps why their grandfather gave him the chessboard and not Ginny.), and even sneaking into muggle towns nearby in which they scrounged for dropped or lost muggle items to bring back to their father when he would return from work to see his evident delight.
And then the inevitable happened. Ron was accepted to Hogwarts as well, leaving Ginny as an only child for a whole year. She accompanied her mother and her brothers when they embarked on their next adventure to Hogwarts, and on the way, Ginny caught her first sight of the famous Harry Potter. At first excitement coursed through her; like Harry was an exhibit at the zoo. Some brilliant, beautiful peacock that had just opened it’s feathers or something of the sort. And she had every intention of getting a closer look. Of course Mrs. Weasley would have nothing of it, knowing too well that Harry had enough oglers to allow her own daughter to become one of them. As if the poor boy wasn’t having a hard enough time without being stared at like a sacred trophy.
When the train pulled out of the station, Ginny began to cry seeing all of her brothers gone, with not even Ron to stay with her. In order to console her, Fred and George assured her that they would send her a complimentary Hogwarts toilet seat. This did cheer Ginny up a bit, but she still chased the train all the way to the end of the station. The year following was a long and lonely year for Ginny. Every time one of her brothers sent a letter home, she would eagerly rip it open and insist upon being the first to read it. In the letters from Ron, she began to learn tidbits about Harry, who had become a close friend of Ron’s. With each letter, Ginny read more, and after the first few months, she would read each letter hoping to hear more about The Boy Who Lived. Her brothers often claimed that she was obsessed, but it was more of a hero worship situation rather than something unhealthy like stalking. Fred and George never did send her the toilet seat, but it was rumored that it went to Harry instead when he was in the Hospital Wing toward the end of the year.
The summer that Ginny received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was an exciting summer indeed, especially because Harry spent the last two weeks of the summer at the Weasley household due to being starved by his maniacal aunt and uncle. Ginny, however, made a complete fool out of herself. She couldn’t bear to be in the same room as him without breaking something, or stuttering, or simply running away. While he was the most amazing thing she had ever seen in her life, she was naive and had no idea how to carry a decent conversation with someone she thought of so highly.
On the train to Hogwarts, there was no denying that Ginny was nervous. While she hadn’t shown it very much, she, like Ron, felt that she had an incredible feat to live up to. Bill was Head Boy, Charlie was a Prefect and the best Seeker that Gryffindor had ever had, Percy was a second year Prefect, Fred and George were known all over the school for being the most brilliant pranksters in years, and Ron was best friends with the famous Harry Potter, and had actually helped save the Sorcerer’s Stone the year before. She had to make a name for herself somehow, but how, she didn’t know. So while on the ride to Hogwarts, she found a small book in her things, and realized it was an empty diary. Flooded with fears and thoughts, Ginny opened the diary, and wrote in it for the first time. Amazingly enough, the diary wrote back.
Tom Marvolo Riddle became one of Ginny’s best friends. She could confide anything in him, tell him anything. She spilled her heart and her innermost secrets about her family (one of the few times in her life that she was feeling remorse toward being of limited means and having to wear hand-me-down robes to school), about school, and mostly about Harry. Tom was the exact thing she needed; a listening ear, but he proved to be a lot more than that. With every feeling and heartfelt entry, Tom lived off of her, and soon began putting a bit of himself back into her. Through her, he opened the Chamber of Secrets, and attacked several muggleborn students including Harry’s other best friend, Hermione Granger.
For a while, Ginny was oblivious to what she was doing. But then she started realizing there were blocks of time when she hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was happening. She couldn’t remember where she was or what she had done, and she simply appeared in random places, sometimes with her robes covered in feathers or in red paint similar to the color that was appearing on the wall outside Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. She grew suspicious of the diary, and eventually made an attempt to get rid of it all together, trying to flush it down the toilet in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. However, her attempt was unsuccessful, and the next time Ginny saw Tom’s diary, it was in Harry’s possession.
Naturally Ginny panicked. She had told Tom absolutely everything about her feelings for Harry, and if Tom chose to regurgitate everything that she said? It would be tragic. It was unbearable. So when Harry and all of his dorm mates were gone, she snuck into his dormitory and rummaged through his things, ripping things apart frantically in search of the diary. Once she found it, she tore out of his dormitory, and took refuge in her own, writing to Tom once again. Knowing he couldn’t accomplish any more through Ginny, he had her write her own farewell on the wall, and then trapped her in the Chamber of Secrets, waiting for Harry to come rescue her.
For hours, she cried, horrid thoughts running through her head. If she made it out alive, which she didn’t see how that was ever going to happen, she would be expelled for sure. Now everything was clear. She had opened the Chamber of Secrets. She was the one who unleashed the horrible monster on all of the muggleborns. It was her fault that Harry was getting blamed, that Hagrid had been shipped off to Azkaban, it was all her fault. After a great deal of time, Ginny finally fainted, her life slowly draining out of her as Tom grew stronger. When she woke, however, Harry was beside her and the basilisk, the monster of the Chamber of Secrets, was dead.
Her second year proved to be much less eventful, which was a complete relief to Ginny. She would take boring and school-filled over possession by an evil dark lord any day. Her puppy crush on Harry continued, but she was getting better with keeping fragile objects intact whenever she saw him, and she could actually give him a friendly smile and say a fond “Hello!” without completely losing it.
The summer after her third year, Ginny, along with the rest of her family as well as Harry and Hermione, had the opportunity to see the amazing Quidditch World Cup. Being a fan of Quidditch, Ginny couldn’t wait to go. However, after the game had come to an end, a riot broke out at the campsite, and wizards in black robes appeared, torturing Muggles and destroying anything that got in their way. Ginny clung to Fred and George for safety, but it was evident when the Dark Mark appeared in the sky that no one was safe anymore.
Once her third year rolled around, Ginny began to focus on other things rather than Harry and school, namely other boys. While going to the Yule Ball with Neville Longbottom hardly counted for anything, Ginny met and began dating Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy she encountered at the Yule Ball. Times grew exceedingly dark when Harry emerged from the third task of the Triwizard Tournament clutching a dead Cedric Diggory, claiming that Voldemort had finally managed to come back, that he was no longer a memory, that he no longer had to possess someone to have a concrete body. Many didn’t believe Harry, but there wasn’t a doubt in Ginny’s mind that he was telling the truth. Harry had never been one to lie, and he had never asked for the attention he so readily got. There was no way that he would try and pull the wool over the entire wizarding world’s eyes by telling a fake tale. Voldemort had come back, and it was all real. A real nightmare.
The entirety of the following summer was spent at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. While Ginny, her brothers, and Hermione could do nothing to help the Order, Mrs. Weasley kept them around to clean up the headquarters at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and make it somewhat decent for living. While it was a dark time, being so close to the action was exciting for Ginny, and all the witches and wizards she met (Including Tonks, which had to be her favorite) were fascinating.
As her fourth year started, it was evident that the Ministry of Magic had decided to take an active role in Hogwarts, working through a certain Dolores Umbridge, also known as the most incompetent and infuriating woman that Ginny had ever encountered in her life. Several rules were added to the Hogwarts systems, and many luxuries such as Quidditch were disbanded, the Gryffindor team having to beg upon bended knee to play again. Ginny was awarded several detentions from Umbridge’s classes, though never as many as Harry had gotten.
Halfway through the year, Hermione blossomed a brilliant plan. Since Umbridge was teaching them nothing in such a critical time, the students would have to band together and teach themselves. Since Harry was perhaps the best Defense Against the Dark Arts student in the entire school, he would be the teacher. At the first meeting, they christened the group Dumbledore’s Army, a name created by Ginny herself. She attended the meetings religiously (especially after Dumbledore was forced to flee and Umbridge was labeled the new Head of Hogwarts), and when Marietta Edgecomb spilled the beans on the DA, Ginny was one of the few members that was caught, along with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom. Trapped by the horrid Inquisitorial Squad, Ginny was forced to resort to drastic measures, and cast a rather effective Bat-Bogey hex on the Slytherin’s, freeing Ron, Luna, Neville, and herself.
Out into the forest they went in search of Harry and Hermione. Once they came upon the two, Harry was bent on going to the Department of Mysteries, bringing Ron and Hermione alongside him. Ginny, however, refused to be left behind, as did Neville and Luna. The trio finally gave in, and the six rode the majestic thestrals to the Department of Mysteries where Voldemort was holding Sirius Black captive. Once they arrived and met the Death Eaters, it was evident that Harry’s vision of Sirius had been a fake, a vision created by Voldemort himself. As they fled for their lives, Ginny, Luna and Ron branched off from Harry, Hermione and Neville.
In the attacks and scuffles, Ginny’s ankle broke, Ron went giddily insane, Neville’s nose was bursting blood like a fountain, and Hermione and Luna were completely unconscious. Shortly after, Ginny was knocked unconscious as well. The Prophecy that the Death Eaters sought shattered shortly after, and Sirius Black was killed. The remainder of the school year was extremely dark for Ginny and the rest that were involved, and it seemed that the wizarding world had finally accepted Voldemort’s return.
During her fifth year, everything, it seemed, was challenged. Nerve, wit, intellect, and even compassion. Ginny evolved a sort of intimate relationship with Harry through the turmoil of the year, but as the year came to a close and the Death Eaters attacked Hogwarts, Snape killing Dumbledore, Harry decided that a relationship between the two of them could never be, for it only put her in danger. While Ginny was reluctant to accept a sort of break up such as this, she learned to deal. She, however, wasn’t quite finished with the Boy Who Lived.
In her sixth year, Harry finally defeated Lord Voldemort with the sword of Godric Gryffindor, and the wizarding world was able to rejoice once again. Ginny personally felt that it was a falsified sort of joy, and had a sinking feeling that it would be short lived. When she expressed this concern to Harry, it created a fight between the two, and they ended up leaving on bad terms, Harry graduating.
Ginny went a bit crazy in her seventh year, so to say. She dated anyone she possibly could, but couldn’t shake the feeling that she wanted no one but Harry. When her grades began to slip, her mother sent her a howler telling her to get her priorities in order, and Ginny rose to the occasion, passing with excellent grades on her NEWTS.
Once she graduated, she got a job as a lowly, page 32 reporter for the Daily Prophet, writing about abnormal owl migrations and boring things like animals that got hit with magic cross-fire and reacted in odd ways. Nothing that anyone would ever want to read. Her hard work eventually paid off, and by the time she was twenty-two, she was promoted to be an undercover journalist, traveling all over the world to report on international magic relations. Ginny had the time of her life, and for four years, she went to Egypt, Rome, Spain, America, China, anywhere that you could possibly imagine. However, she eventually dug up some dirt on Cornelius Fudge, and published an article about a shifty deal he made with the Prime Minister of Argentina fifteen years before. Fudge had a riot, and made sure that she was fired instantly.
Since then, Ginny has been searching for jobs everywhere, but Fudge had done a right good job to blacklist her to make sure no one else would hire her. In a final act of desperation, Ginny hit the books, and studied everything about History of Magic before going to her brother Percy, whom she hadn’t spoken to in years, and begging for a job.
Roleplay Sample: Stretching out like a feline, Ginny laid on her back on the floor in front of the fire at The Burrow, the smell of her mother’s cooking wafting gently into the room. Everything that was so hectic had finally slowed down, but not entirely, and Ginny had a lurking feeling that they never would. It was the real world, not a story book in which the world could live happily ever after once all the conflict was resolved. In the real world, conflict was never resolved, and once even a fraction of it was, more conflict erupted from all different sides and angles. The only thing constant in the world was change, and times such as the present certainly proved this fact to remain steadfast and true.
Closing her eyes to allow herself relaxation, Ginny nearly drifted off to sleep before her mother’s calls shook her from her doze. “Fred! George! Ron! Percy! Ginny! Charlie! Bill! Dinner is out on the table and ready!” She called throughout the house. Grumbling about being woken, and most of all actually having to get up from her comfortable and warm spot on the floor, Ginny wondered if it ever got old, yelling seven names at once to call all of her children to dinner. Perhaps she could just ring a bell and save herself the breath. Then again that would be more of an animalistic behaviorism, and Ginny was far less likely to respond to a bell like some kind of dog than she was to her own name. So perhaps Mrs. Weasley’s shouts and calls weren’t all in vain.
Trudging out the back door, Ginny plopped into a seat next to Charlie, her eyes still drooping from her extremely short cat nap. It was nice to have her entire family there, sitting at one table. Since there were so many children with such varying ages, it was difficult to get them all together at once, but due to recent circumstances, things were becoming a bit easier. Still, Ginny was sure it wouldn’t stay that way for long. She would enjoy it while she could, of course.
“No bloody way,” Charlie muttered, his eyes glued upon an issue of the Daily Prophet, skimming across the page at a rapid pace. Ginny glanced over her brother’s shoulders, and began to read the medium sized article, her eyes widening as they made their way across the page. You-Know-Who’s belongings; Fudge had been persistent upon keeping them while others had insisted on burning and destroying them! What good would keeping them do? They needed to destroy them! If there was even the slightest chance that You-Know-Who could come back through his wand or anything he owned, they needed to destroy it! It was almost as if they were saying “You-Know-Who! Please, come back and traumatize our world once again! We missed you!”
Ginny tutted in annoyance, and tore her eyes away from the pages, refusing to read the rest of the article. If You-Know-Who returned once again and caused more death and tragedy, it could only be blamed on the stupidity of mankind, namely Cornelius Fudge, the overly inflated git he was. “Yeah, I can’t believe it either,” Charlie muttered.
“I hope someone kills Fudge in his sleep,” Ginny muttered darkly, spooning mashed potatoes onto her plate. “Save us a all whole lot of trouble.”
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Edited by: counting sheep at: 11/27/05 1:00 am
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