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Meghan Spire
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Name: Sophie
Contacts: sophielynette@yahoo.com, AIM-sophielynette
Age: 20.. am I? Really? I feel.. old
Code: Rita Skeeter Illegal Animagus
IC:
Full Name: Meghan Anna Spire
Nickname(s): Megs (but only by her parents)
DOB: March 22, 1997
Year: 1
Blood: Muggle-born
House Preference: Ravenclaw
Why:
Meghan’s entire purpose in life is to learn and discover. She lives for facts and refuses to accept anything at face value. If something puzzles her, she will dive into it head first and not emerge until she has figured out the cause and effect, the reason behind it all.
Physical Appearance:
Some people might consider Meghan’s clean, orderly appearance to be unnatural for a girl of her age. She trims her straight, shoulder-length blond hair monthly to be sure it is always even, and always pulls it back into a neat ponytail, never a tangle or stray hair in sight. She has fair skin that would burn easily if she spent a lot of time in the sun, which she prefers to avoid at all costs. A healthy diet and frequent use of lotion and facial scrubs has left her with a clean complexion, marred only by a splatter of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose—which Meghan absolutely despises, as she feels they make her appear young and immature. Blue-grey eyes are framed by thin-wired, rectangular glasses—without them the world dissolves into blurry shapes. She has an oval-shaped face, slender little nose and thin, arched eyebrows, barely visible for their paleness. Although she feels nail polish is a waste of time, Meghan keeps her nails clean and well-manicured.
She is the type of girl who would never be seen with a wrinkled skirt or scuffed shoes. When not in uniform, Meghan prefers khaki pants and polo shirts, the cuffs neatly folded over at exactly ¾ of an inch. At 4'7" and 68 pounds, she is filled-out without being chubby. Puberty recently came upon her, evidenced only by the training bra she now wears beneath her clothing. She wears robes only when she is expected to, finding them too “girly” for her own tastes. The only feminine touch she ever wears is a black cord with a glass charm shaped like two rats curled up together. A memorial to her first friends, Meghan removes her necklace only when showering.
Meghan has an altogether stiff air about her. She always sits up straight and could easily balance a book on her head as she walked. It is doubtful that she ever relaxes, even in the bath. The only time she has ever been seen to lose her composure is on a broomstick—flying strikes her as a most unnatural thing which she has yet to find an explanation for, and as such whenever on a broom she leans as low to the handle as possible, clinging tightly with both hands.
Personality:
Meghan is the kind of person who needs to know exactly how things work. She loves to dissect things, both literally and figuratively, and will not stop until she knows the whys and hows of everything. Her logical mind makes her a natural at potions, although she struggles in many of her other classes, simply because she cannot grasp how saying a word and waving a stick can cause things to happen.
Meghan is a neat freak and hates for things to be out of place. She is highly organized and systematic about everything from class notes to eating; she eats always in a clockwise fashion, finishing one item on her plate before moving to the next one. Routine is a big part of Meghan’s life. She’s always writing out schedules—to her, spontaneity is a dirty word. She always does fifty sit-ups each morning upon waking. Not exactly a health nut, she nevertheless tries to eat balanced, nutritious meals, which isn’t always possible at Hogwarts with their rich, heavy foods. She has one vice; chocolate covered pretzels, which her parents allow her to indulge each year on her birthday and at Christmas time.
Although mentally mature for her age, socially Meghan is quite lacking. Her stiff manner and tendency to use complex words often alienates her from her peers. Meghan takes the occasional teasing stoically, but deep inside she’d love to be able to talk more easily and make friends. Although not anti-social, Meghan doesn’t seem to get along well with other students. She is terrible at idle chit-chat. That is not to say that she is timid around her peers; Meghan is hardly shy. She won’t hesitate to tell a dormmate off for disrupting her routine, and will vociferously argue those things she is passionate about. Her passion, of course, being facts; the words most often out of Meghan’s mouth are “Yes, but where’s the proof?”
History:
Meghan’s muggle parents met in college, where they were both trying for their Bachelor of Science. A year after graduating they married, and Meghan was born soon after. Meghan’s parents were caring in a methodical sort of way. Her mother worked as a laboratory technician; her father was a dietician. They brought their scientific minds to the table when parenting, doing everything according to what the latest research and studies recommended.
Growing up in the Spire household was different than most people’s childhoods. Meghan was living by schedules since the moment she was born. Once out of diapers, she was treated like an adult. Her parents never looked down on her, but rather spoke to her as if she were one of their peers. Her father, the dietician, taught her all about eating correctly and living a healthy life. There was never a problem with Meghan finishing her vegetables. Her parents believed that there was no reason to be brief with their daughter. If she asked a question, it was answered with full explanation. When told not to do something, she was given specific reasons why.
When she first entered primary school, Meghan’s teachers were blown away. They’d never before seen such a young child that acted so much like an adult. That is not to say she was a model student; on the contrary, Meghan got in a great deal of trouble her first year of school. She would argue with the other students as well as the teachers about the way things were. She made the entire class cry one day by explaining how Santa Claus couldn’t possibly be true. Her teachers scheduled a conference with Meghan’s parents to discuss their “problem child”. Finally it was agreed that Meghan was simply too advanced for her age group, and she was bumped up to the next grade.
Things progressed better after that, but there still were problems. Meghan couldn’t seem to get along with the other students. They thought she was a know-it-all and teased her cruelly. Meghan did her best to ignore the torments of her classmates, but her parents couldn’t fail to notice how lonely she seemed. For Meghan’s seventh birthday, her parents surprised her with two new companions; a pair of baby rats Meghan’s mother had rescued from the lab. White rats with pink eyes, they were named Watson and Crick. Meghan was enthralled with her new friends and spent all her free time with them. With her father’s help, she modified a cabinet into an enormous cage. She built and trained them to run in an obstacle course. At school she would talk eagerly of her new pets; the students all thought her weird and teased her more for it, but Meghan was too happy to care. The death of her companions three years later, though expected, was devastating to Meghan. As a surprise, and knowing how much her daughter grieved, Meghan’s mother arranged to have a charm made of the two rats, and had a hair from each burnt inside the glass. Able to have her loved ones near her always, Meghan finally was able to move on. Soon after she agreed to acquiring another set of rats, this time females whom Meghan christened Madam Curie and Florence Nightingale.
The arrival of the first Hogwarts letter was seen as a joke, and Meghan swiftly threw it out without bothering to show her parents. The third time this happened, she went to her mother for advice. Her parents were equally dubious. Magic, of course, wasn’t real. There was no proof. There was no logic. Magic was simply slight of hand—they definitely weren’t sending their daughter to a school to learn slight of hand! The letters were thrown away again and again. It wasn’t until a representative from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry showed up on their doorstep that the Spires were forced to realize that magic was real, after all. The representative spent an entire day explaining about magic and the school. Meghan wanted nothing to do with it. She ran to her room in tears.
That evening, after the representative had left, Meghan and her parents had a conference. Meghan still refused to believe in magic, saying the entire thing was ludicrous, but her parents had other ideas. They felt it was an amazing opportunity to research something that until then had been considered just fairy tales and falsities. It took a great deal of convincing and some bribery until Meghan finally agreed, provided she would be able to bring her rats with her. She begrudgingly accompanied her parents to Diagon Alley—and was completely baffled by the things she saw there. All logic and scientific thought was thrown out the window. Meghan brooded for days after, unable to process all that had taken place.
As she boarded the train to Hogwarts, Meghan tried her best to be optimistic. This was a grand opportunity, a chance to study a field nobody ever had before. She spent the entire train ride recording her observations in a journal her parents had gifted her that day. By acting an impartial observer, she was able to stave off the terror of having all known logic thrown out the window. There were a few times at the feast that evening when she barely suppressed screams of surprise. It was a comfort to find that she wasn’t the only one bewildered by all this magic. Meghan didn’t join in on any of the conversation that night; she was content to simply observe.
Classes the following morning were a shock to Meghan. She was nearly in tears by lunchtime, unable to find solace in logic the way she used to. Potions class made sense, at least—it was just chemistry. Meghan began to look forward to potions class as a reprieve from all the chaos and confusion. It took a few weeks before Meghan was able to establish a comfortable routine. The unpredictable nature of magic still bothers her, but she is beginning to figure out the rules that apply, and thus able to retain her sanity.
RP Sample:
The dormitory was silent and dark as Meghan slid out of bed, taking care not to wake the other girls. They tended to get grouchy when she woke them on weekends. The day of the week didn’t matter to her—she went about her routine like clockwork. Still dressed in her nightgown, she did her ritual fifty sit-ups, then carefully made her bed. Pulling open her trunk, she selected a green long sleeved polo shirt, a black vest, and a pair of khaki pants. The nightgown was carefully folded and placed back inside the trunk. Impeccably clean white socks were pulled onto her feet, the tops folded down evenly. Tennis shoes followed, the laces tied with precision so that the loops were all the same size. Standing in front of the mirror that hung beside her bed, Meghan brushed out her hair and pulled in back into a crisp ponytail, smoothing the top so that no lumps showed.
Dressed and ready for the day, Meghan made her way over to the two foot tall wire cage nestled against the wall beside her bed. Sensing her approach, two white rats with pink eyes scurried over to the cage bars to greet her. A smile lit on her face as she unlatched the cage door and scooped them each up in turn and gave them a kiss on the top of their heads. Returning them to the cage once again, she checked their water bottle to be sure it wasn’t empty. The cage would need cleaning later that afternoon—Saturdays were always cage cleaning days. Bidding her pets a quiet goodbye, Meghan made her way down to breakfast.
The Great Hall was nearly deserted; it seemed most people preferred to sleep in on weekends. Meghan took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, making a face at the fare before her. She failed to comprehend why the school felt the need to serve such unhealthy, unbalanced meals. Alas, she would have to make do. Bypassing the pancakes and French toast, Meghan spooned some fresh fruit onto her plate, along with a hard boiled egg. She ate slowly and efficiently, working her way clockwise around the plate.
Some of her fellow Ravenclaws had come down to breakfast now. Meghan grimaced as she saw an older boy piling a stack of pancakes on his plate then dousing them with syrup. The boy then went at it with fervor, barely chewing. Meghan couldn’t stand it. She set her fork down on her now empty plate and addressed the boy.
“”It really is bad practice to eat so swiftly. Your body doesn’t have the opportunity to digest. You have to give yourself a chance to realize you are full, otherwise, you’re on the fast track to obesity. Eating right isn’t just about what you eat, but how you eat.”
It didn’t occur to Meghan that most children could care less about healthy eating. Oblivious to the curious looks she was receiving, Meghan rose and made her way to the washroom to brush her teeth, as she always did after eating.
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