Post by ASHTON COLE HOOPER on Aug 19, 2014 13:09:06 GMT -6
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■ HOGWARTS! I spoke with a few fellow first years on the train trying to get the lay of the land, to try and figure out what this Hogwarts business was going to be like, and to many there was just what they knew from their parents, which included four houses, which was the cornerstone of the school. Plucked from my home into a strange new place is always a interesting circumstance, you had to either blend in and be like the others or fall by the wayside because it's blend or get eaten - I mean this figuratively as I didn't actually believe anyone at Hogwarts was cannibalistic - except for a few magical creatures and I'm still not convinced the venomous tentacula wasn't out for flesh. Houses that was a thing that I was significantly worried about - as if it was bad enough I wasn't born into this world, that I had to be subjected to a public display of choosing. As if being there wasn't bad enough, but having every single member of staff and student to watch on as you place unusual hat on your head. Right - my house, I really just kind of looked on, and noted colors and wondered if I needed to be insecure if I had to wear that yellow - or if there was something wrong with wearing a sickly green color around for the rest of my life - which any of the older students wearing those colors didn't seem to be too fond of me, yet the hat sort of just knew - I don't know what kind of magic is in that hat, but it's extremely fascinating, something probing into your mind and competent [this is assumed competency as I'm pretty sure the sorting hat is losing it.] enough to pull out a suitable choice of home for you for the next seven years, as if eleven year old's don't change over the course of seven years. Gryffindor. I had looked on to the students that were going to be my housemates for the rest of my school year, they were excited to have me, none that looked disappointed or unwilling to take me under the wing, there was a significance of joy of having another fellow Gryffindor in their midst.
I didn't make any significant advances in my first few years, I wasn't the exceptional student that knew everything, but I did my best, I studied hard in those subjects that proved that I was capable, and tried to not fail in the classes that proved to be significantly difficult for me. Follow my friends to the end of the earth, and visit them when they were in the Hospital wing, maybe part of me knew that I sort of enjoyed the idea of asking questions to the nurse there and see what her plan of action was and see if I could help, even going as far as volunteering from time to time, which while it was sort of unusual, she seemed to take a liking to me. I knew there was a regard to what was my future and I never sat down and thought - what could I be, I just coasted. It wasn't until my Head of House sat me down to figure those sort of things down to prepare me for my future exams. Where she noted about my interest with physical injuries and asked me if that was something that was a interest for me, which as we talked, it became more and more a significant winner for my future career, working somewhere in St. Mungos. That it was where my sights were when graduation was going to happen.
■ ST. MUNGOS! Safe to say they didn't see me as some kind of gifted child, I was just Ashton. I bumbled around and knocked over things that I probably shouldn't, ran over one too many toes while driving ailing individuals around the hospital just trying to be helpful, trying to do something that was worthwhile, until I finally found the niche I needed. Spells, maybe I didn't cast them like the best of them, but I certainly understand their importance, and I knew how to help treat them in most circumstances. After many many late nights reading up in my texts, and I spend almost every night mulling over them as I did my best to try and progress forward to try and help - because if there was one thing I knew, that there were plenty of people who need the help. I never personally expected to join the Order, I'm not a vigilante, I'm more interested in helping heal others than going through the process of harming others. But I know that there is no good in the opposing team either, I knew the bunch in school, some of them at least and I knew their cruelty, how much they disliked fellow Muggleborns and those that became their friends and there is nothing more, disheartening to me than the idea that people would be mean. Maybe I'm too good natured to believe that there is good in everyone, but I know that it's not true, and that there are bad people out there, and I don't want to be directly involved, but I want to lend my help - if I can.
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ASHTON C. HOOPER
ASHY || CENTRAL || AIM: ADAMPIRO
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ORDER SUPPORTER
MUGGLEBORN
GRYFFINDOR
SPELL DAMAGE, HEALER
ANDREW GARFIELD
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■ MAGIC! It's safe to say that I never really expected that there was anything extraordinary about myself. No parent wants to believe that there is anything super about your children that there is something in them that is different and so unique that they don't fit into the same family dynamic. That was me. Strange happenings when you were a child was sort of - the norm where I was involved, things levitating, odd happenings where doors would close without me touching them, it was - odd, and I was never believed that there was something different about me, that it was just, all in my head. Sure my parents weren't the kind to shun me, they were the kind that would try and rest assure that I wasn't crazy and that dear Ashton you have such a imagination! which was certainly - okay to a lot of degrees. I didn't want to believe that there was something crazy fascinating or scary going on with me, it was better to believe that I was just a regular Muggle. Which turns out was false. Muggleborns really aren't that unusual. Not really as I had the same generics as others had, visitors coming to tell you that you have a magical gift and all these years that weird things happened to you - were all part of explaining to you, that you were special. I didn't get this incredibly large head, didn't go off and tell all of my friends, I just sort of waited, waited to see what would happen. Which I found out when I was eleven like all the other Muggleborn children, where I went off to Diagon Alley, where I had got everything to prepare for my time at Hogwarts. Which to be honest - that was the part I was nervous about, it was less being in a magical society it was just - where does someone fit in. I mean it was the kind of thing that made you anxious, waiting and not knowing if you were about to have the best time of your life, or walk into something that was invented for only nightmares. Yet it wasn't much farther along before I was shipped off, or put on a train with a bunch of strangers and was expected to be courteous and excited, when all I was, was nervous.■ HOGWARTS! I spoke with a few fellow first years on the train trying to get the lay of the land, to try and figure out what this Hogwarts business was going to be like, and to many there was just what they knew from their parents, which included four houses, which was the cornerstone of the school. Plucked from my home into a strange new place is always a interesting circumstance, you had to either blend in and be like the others or fall by the wayside because it's blend or get eaten - I mean this figuratively as I didn't actually believe anyone at Hogwarts was cannibalistic - except for a few magical creatures and I'm still not convinced the venomous tentacula wasn't out for flesh. Houses that was a thing that I was significantly worried about - as if it was bad enough I wasn't born into this world, that I had to be subjected to a public display of choosing. As if being there wasn't bad enough, but having every single member of staff and student to watch on as you place unusual hat on your head. Right - my house, I really just kind of looked on, and noted colors and wondered if I needed to be insecure if I had to wear that yellow - or if there was something wrong with wearing a sickly green color around for the rest of my life - which any of the older students wearing those colors didn't seem to be too fond of me, yet the hat sort of just knew - I don't know what kind of magic is in that hat, but it's extremely fascinating, something probing into your mind and competent [this is assumed competency as I'm pretty sure the sorting hat is losing it.] enough to pull out a suitable choice of home for you for the next seven years, as if eleven year old's don't change over the course of seven years. Gryffindor. I had looked on to the students that were going to be my housemates for the rest of my school year, they were excited to have me, none that looked disappointed or unwilling to take me under the wing, there was a significance of joy of having another fellow Gryffindor in their midst.
I didn't make any significant advances in my first few years, I wasn't the exceptional student that knew everything, but I did my best, I studied hard in those subjects that proved that I was capable, and tried to not fail in the classes that proved to be significantly difficult for me. Follow my friends to the end of the earth, and visit them when they were in the Hospital wing, maybe part of me knew that I sort of enjoyed the idea of asking questions to the nurse there and see what her plan of action was and see if I could help, even going as far as volunteering from time to time, which while it was sort of unusual, she seemed to take a liking to me. I knew there was a regard to what was my future and I never sat down and thought - what could I be, I just coasted. It wasn't until my Head of House sat me down to figure those sort of things down to prepare me for my future exams. Where she noted about my interest with physical injuries and asked me if that was something that was a interest for me, which as we talked, it became more and more a significant winner for my future career, working somewhere in St. Mungos. That it was where my sights were when graduation was going to happen.
■ ST. MUNGOS! Safe to say they didn't see me as some kind of gifted child, I was just Ashton. I bumbled around and knocked over things that I probably shouldn't, ran over one too many toes while driving ailing individuals around the hospital just trying to be helpful, trying to do something that was worthwhile, until I finally found the niche I needed. Spells, maybe I didn't cast them like the best of them, but I certainly understand their importance, and I knew how to help treat them in most circumstances. After many many late nights reading up in my texts, and I spend almost every night mulling over them as I did my best to try and progress forward to try and help - because if there was one thing I knew, that there were plenty of people who need the help. I never personally expected to join the Order, I'm not a vigilante, I'm more interested in helping heal others than going through the process of harming others. But I know that there is no good in the opposing team either, I knew the bunch in school, some of them at least and I knew their cruelty, how much they disliked fellow Muggleborns and those that became their friends and there is nothing more, disheartening to me than the idea that people would be mean. Maybe I'm too good natured to believe that there is good in everyone, but I know that it's not true, and that there are bad people out there, and I don't want to be directly involved, but I want to lend my help - if I can.
