Post by Caitriona Brady on Apr 5, 2007 9:05:02 GMT -5
{I hope no one minded that I did this in first person. The old app was just getting boring and I thought this might make things a bit different. If it’s confusing and you don’t like it, then tell me and I’ll, of course, change it. My posts will be in normal third person though, I suppose, unless this really goes down a storm. You guys should try it, though! Writing in first person makes things so much more interesting, and it‘s way easier to write about feelings. Whoever‘s sorting this for me - I am NOT sorting myself this time! - should try it with their next character!}}
Name: Caitriona Ellen Elizabeth Brady
Nickname: Caitriona is usually shortened to Cait, or Caitie. My mother, Pauline, had always wanted me to have the name Kate, but my parents didn’t think it would be acceptable as my sister’s name was already Lauren-Kate. She and my father, Cael, finally decided on Caitriona, which is an Irish name. My mother settled for that, as it could be shortened to something that resembled ‘Kate’.
Ellen, my middle name, was given to me because it was Father’s mother’s name, and my second middle name is my aunt’s name. I’m not sure why I have a second middle name, but all of my brother’s and sister’s do, too.
Blood: I’m Muggleborn, though some of my other relatives have magic in their blood.
Age: I just turned fifteen, and I have to say; I‘m glad about it..
Year: Fifth.
Birthday: My birthday is the 29th of October, and my zodiac sign is Scorpio.
Likes:
One of the things I love most is playing computer games. I know that sounds dorky, and it’s unlikely that I’ll be able to get anything resembling an Xbox at school, but still. When I’m home for the holidays, playing virtual games and beating each other up is pretty much all my brothers and I do.
Reading. I love reading because it’s good to just get away from your own life sometimes (even if your own life truly isn‘t that bad), to get lost in the happiness - or misery, all depending on what genre your read - of fictional characters’ lives. If only for a little while.
Similar to the one before, I love to write. My aunty Bridget - she’s a doctor and she lives in Ireland - taught me how to write quite well, as her daughter Aeryn writes too. We used to have so much fun, before they stopped seeing us.
I used to like watching movies, but since our family drifted apart from Aunt Bridget and hers, I went off them. My brothers just wanted to watch action movies most of the time, where as my sisters preferred romance/comedy chick flicks and my parents documentaries and serious type programs. Nobody seemed to want to watch horrors with me anymore.
Emailing. Staying in touch with friends this way is so easy and fast and, seen as I have my own laptop, I don’t even have to leave my dormitory if I don’t want to.
In spite of my sometimes-wanting-to-be-alone-ness that I mentioned above, I do like going out with friends. I’d even like dating- if I was ever actually allowed to talk to a guy without my brother smacking him. I mean, seriously; I can take care of myself. I’m big, and I’ve knocked my brother’s around a bit. They’re pretty strong, so that’s gotta be something, right?
Another thing I love is music. I’m not an expert at playing any instrument but I can drum decently enough. My voice is fine, though I’m hardly the best. I’m just glad that Beauxbatons allows mechanical objects such as computers, phone’s and MP3s so that I can listen to music whenever I want. My play lists on my lap top are huge.
Listening to my brother and sister play the guitar. Finn’s (my brother) better, but Lauren-Kate can certainly hold her own. Although myself and Violet don’t get along (my other sister), she has got a beautiful voice. What a bitch; I’m kidding, of course. Though she is a better singer than me.
Thornton’s chocolate. Surely you know that maker? They almost rival Honeyduke’s, and that’s some feat.
The last thing I love is being away from home and my parents so that I can dye my hair. Seriously; hair dye is a blessing from GOD. My mom would bury me alive if she saw my hair now, though. I’ll have to wash it out again before I leave for the holidays.
Dislikes:
People that get in my face. I know it seems a stupid thing to dislike, but I seriously hate it. I hate people that I don’t know that get up really close in your face or hang onto your arm all the damn time. It seriously annoys me.
Films with crappy actors in or crappy storylines. It makes me think that I could do so much better- though I don’t think I’m ever going to be famous.
I dislike that (what we call) the ‘Doctors’ gene has been passed down our family. My granddad was a doctor, my dad’s a doctor, his brother Thomas is a doctor, Uncle Thomas’ wife Bridget is a doctor, they want their daughter Aeryn to become a doctor… I don’t want to end up that way. I want a job doing something I really enjoy, not something that my parents force upon me.
The fact that our family drifted apart after Jack and Jason (my other brothers) kept getting arrested. It‘s not my fault that my brothers were a little rebellious. It’s not fair to me that I got cut off from seeing my cousin Aeryn. How is any of that my fault?
Patronus: My patronus is a cat.
Boggart: A burst of fire. Although fire’s pretty beautiful, it really frightens me.
Quidditch Team: I support Appleby Arrows, like the rest of my family.
Broomstick: The Nimbus 2004. Not the newest model, but it’s a decent broomstick, and I’ve had it for a while.
Favourite Food: I love chocolate. No wonder I’m so ‘curvy’, really. I also love spaghetti bolognaise and fajitas.
Least Favourite Food: My least favourite food… hmm… I suppose I’m not the biggest fan of cauliflower. It’s supposed to be a hybrid of cabbage (which I hate) and broccoli (which I love) but it tastes like neither and I don’t like it.
Favourite Drink: I like most alcoholic drinks, but I’m guessing that isn’t what you‘re asking. Out of flat drinks, my favourite is that cheap orangeade - made by the same people that make ‘RolaCola’ and the like that you usually would touch. It looks like acid, but it tastes really bubbly and nice and smells like jelly.
Favourite Class: My favourite class has to be Transfiguration. I just love changing things into something else and, even though it’s difficult, transfiguring objects fascinates me.
Least Favourite Class: Herbology, both me and Aeryn used to talk about how crap this lesson is. I didn’t care about plants then, and I don’t now.
Favourite Colour: White
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
Biography:
I was born in Ireland (as were my three brother’s and two sisters) and I lived in our house over there for nine years. It was then that my mother and father moved us to England. My parents couldn’t be two more different people. My father is a surgeon. Back in Ireland - I was told this by my parents, of course, as I don’t remember much before the age of six - he was the chief of surgery. My mother is an artist, and was barely managing to make ends meet when she met my father. Neither of them have anything resembling a magical bone in their body, and weren’t expecting anything other than normal triplets - as if those triplets could be classed as normal anyway, with magic aside - when they gave birth to my older brothers and sister, Finn, JaceFace (Jason) and Violetta. They, however, were the first in a line of magical siblings.
The next to be born were Jack and Lauren-Kate, a sent of twins that also turned out to be magical. At that moment, though, my parents still didn’t know that there was magic in the family. When I came next, I grew up into a normal Muggle family. It was when my brother’s turned nine that my mom and dad noticed something different about them. They kept doing strange things. The kind of things that normal Muggle people wouldn’t be able to do. Magical things, such as reaching things that my parents had hid from them on top of tall cabinets or closets or flying short distances from trees and buildings. It all happened if they were very angry or excited or scared, or feeling some similar strong emotion. Then they got the letter to Durmstrang in advance, and my parents moved us to England because there was better transport to the school there than there was in Ireland.
I didn’t want to move to England. I was only eight by then, and my best friend was my cousin, Aeryn, who was - and still is - a year older than me. They stayed behind in Ireland, and I hated that I wasn’t going to see my family that much anymore. I’d kicked and screamed and hurt the family that I’d got already, but they wouldn’t budge. We were moving to England and there was nothing that I could do about it. I eventually settled down, knowing that they were only across the sea and I could steal email and chat on the phone Aeryn now and again. She even came over and stayed with us.
That didn’t last long, however, as my Uncle Thomas stopped the visits because of Jason. You see, our JaceFace had always been a bit of a rebel. He was daring and he was loud, but he was a lot of fun. But he did some things that could get him in trouble. Like he drove my dad’s car into our next door neighbour’s garden when he was fifteen. He drank, but not enough to be classed as an alcoholic. He got into fights with people from Hogwarts and almost got expelled.
I think the think that really made Uncle Thomas think that he was a bad influence was when he got arrested by the Muggle police. It wasn’t just him that got arrested, though; it was Jack, me and Aeryn, too. My brother’s had helped us sneak out of the house when we were thirteen and drove us in dad’s car again- my parents had been out. He got arrested because, you know, HE WAS UNDERAGE. Nothing was really thought of it by our neighbours; they knew that Jason was a bit - okay, very - rebellious, but he wasn’t at all dangerous. Besides, we were living in a pretty rough part of England at the time, so JaceFace was pretty tame compared to all the other kids in our street.
But Uncle Thomas didn’t see that.
My mom and dad made the mistake of phoning him and telling him what had happened after they picked Jace up from the police. He came over right away - well, very early the next day, that is - to collect Aeryn from us. Auntie Bridget was with him, but she didn’t seem to agree with what he was doing. He had a right go at my parents, telling his own brother that he should have raised Jason better.
He said that if he wasn’t careful Jack would go the same way as Jason and Lauren-Kate and I would be flashing our boobs around everywhere and wearing skirts that looked more like belts like my sister Violetta did. Violetta burst into tears, very upset by this comment indeed, and Finn and my mother had to hold Jason back from punching my uncle, who was more than thirty years older than him and was twice the bodyweight. My uncle Thomas would have squashed Jason flat, though he‘d have a hard time knocking back my father, who looked almost as angry. Aeryn was upset and kept saying that she was sorry to everyone, and we hugged before she was dragged out the door by Thomas. Auntie Bridget had apologized to us all over and over again before meekly following after them.
And that was the day that my family broke contact and fell apart. I was thirteen. Lauren-Kate and Jack were fourteen. Finn, Jason and Violetta were fifteen.
The last I heard of my cousin and her parents was that they were moving to France so that Aeryn could attend Beauxbatons Academy for the Gracefully Magic. We found out a little later, though, that this wasn't true, as my father's mother died and he had to go back to Ireland for the funeral. Uncle Thomas, Auntie Bridget and Aeryn had been there, and though he found out that they weren't moving to France right then, they did two years later, when Aeryn turned sixteen.
When they moved, my dad decided that things weren't worth keeping this feud going. He wanted to patch things up with my uncle, and he still does, which is why we're heading to France too. I was ready to start my fifth year with my old friend and my boyfriend in England, and I'm not happy that we're moving again one bit, but what can I do? I've got to get over things and move on, just like I did when we moved from Ireland. Sue, I'm going to miss my boyfriend, but there's... I know it sounds awful, but there's more fish in the sea.
Personality:
What can I say about me? It’s hard to write about your own personality. Well, first of all, I was born on the 29th of October, and I’m a Scorpio, just like my Grandma - the one that‘s still alive, on my mom’s side. I was born on her birthday, in fact. She says that, as Scorpio’s, we’re both stubborn. According to what my siblings and my parents said in response to that - nods and lots of hasty ‘yes’s - then I should take what she says seriously. Okay. So maybe I am stubborn. When I get an idea in my head, it’s very hard indeed to convince me out of doing what I originally decided to do. You’d have to present me with some sort of evidence and prove to me that my decision or idea is wrong. I need proof to believe most important things other people say to me, unless I’m in a rage. I’ll do and say anything in a rage, no matter how hard you try and convince me otherwise.
I also tend to be pretty emotional, I’ll admit that. Like, if I get very excited or happy (the kind of happy that’s bordering on ecstatic, that is not just the kind of happy you see when you look outside and notice that it’s sunny and there’s butterflies flitting around) about something then I’ll probably burst into tears - or occasionally it’s hysterical laughter instead of the waterworks) some time afterwards, as if I’m getting it out of my system completely, or something. I don’t know what it’s all about, so don’t ask me. I also cry a lot at films or sad moments. Yeah, I’m emotional, just like my sister Lauren-Kate. We get it from mom, though; she cries about everything too. My dad, Finn, Jack, Jace, Violetta and Aeryn hardly ever cry, though.
Freaky.
Along with my whole way-too-emotional issue, I tend to get a little possessive, over people and objects. Like, the kind of possessive where I’ll be feeling gloomy or be in a bad mood and I’ll see a couple of my friends together nearby, laughing and joking and having fun, and I’ll think that they like them more than they like me, or that no one cares about me and it wouldn’t make any difference in any of their lives if I died today. This usually happened around ‘that time of the month’, as I tend to get mood swings like no other and bad pains. My friends at my old school got used to me becoming all angry then weepy then hysterical then hyper on them, which is why I’m a little nervous about coming to Beauxbatons and making some new ones. At least I’ve still got Aeryn… I think.
When I’m in a good mood - which is, thankfully, most of the time - I’m really quite sweet. I have a good time with my friends and I get along with my family just fine. Even, dare I say, we have a loving an affectionate relationship- just don‘t tell my brothers that I said that. I’m also quite generous, if I can say so myself, and at Christmas and Easter and birthdays you’ll always get a good present if you’re my friend. And If I actually remember your birthday, that is. My mind tends to wander and forget little, important things like that as I don’t have the biggest attention span.
More like the attention span and memory of a fish. Or a newborn baby.
I have quite a temper, though. I know, if my brothers were reading this now - you better not have stolen it, Jason! - they’d be scoffing their heads off. Because - and they know from experience on this - when Caitie Brady gets mad, she really gets mad! I broke Finn’s nose when I was fourteen. It’s still a slightly funny shape now, and I got in so much trouble for it. It was a lucky shot, as well. He’d saved over one of my games on the Xbox (hey, that game was really important to me then and he’d saved over it with his crappy save!) and I just lost it, and punched him really hard on the nose. It wasn’t my fault it broke. I wasn’t trying to break it, just trying warn him never to touch one of my games again. Well, I certainly did that…
Well, that’s me, I guess. Pretty average.
Physical Appearance:
I think there’s some Italian on my mom‘s side, because I don’t like my dad (i.e.; so I don’t look Irish) at all. My skin is tanned, and my hair is very dark, though I dye it often. It’s quite long, but it only looks shoulder-length from the front because of the heavy layers in it. It really falls way down my back, a few wispy strands almost reaching the middle of my back where the hair was hacked off viciously into it’s layer. I soon got bored of the cut, so when I left for my sixth year - I only just arrived at Beauxbatons, see - I dyed it. What colour?
There isn’t much of a colour, to be honest. I just got a bunch of products and dumped them on, along with some blonde and brown-red high-lights I put in myself. And I got this look which, I must say, looks pretty awesome at the moment.
None of my siblings have red hair like Aeryn does - which they are all very thankful for - but I don’t mind the red. I think red hair looks cute on a girl. Unfortunately, my dad got his blond hair from his mother - whereas Uncle Thomas got the red hair gene from Granddad - and my mom’s got dark brown hair, so I was stuck with either. I got brown like my brothers, and Violetta and Lauren-Kate got the blonde hair.
Onto the subject of eyes. My mom’s eyes are very dark, almost black, but my dad’s are a little brown, with flecks of green in them. I don’t know what that colour that is. Hazel? I don’t know. Whatever it is, that’s the eye colour I’ve got, and I love it. It’s different to the base colours of ‘blue’ ‘brown’ or ‘green’, and, although I’m sure there’s someone out there that has the very same colour, I haven’t met them yet, and, for now, it’s good just to feel a bit different. It’s hard to do that when you have five siblings to compare yourself to and sigh over.
Overall, I think I’ve got quite a pretty face. I’m not stunning, or totally drop-dead gorgeous, not at all, but my nose isn’t too huge, and my lips are normal sized. My eyes aren’t too big or small and my skin is soft and tanned. I’m not too fat, and I’m certainly not too thin. I don’t like to show my body off, because it’s a little… well, I’m curvy, let’s just put it like that, and I’m somewhat proud of my curves. I have hips and a chest and that I certainly like. Just like my sister Violetta says;
“Nobody’s perfect. You just have to make the best of what you’ve got. Besides, you look like me, in face and body, so you must be pretty gorgeous.”
Yeah. Let’s go with that.
Other: Done! Please sort meeeeee!
Name: Caitriona Ellen Elizabeth Brady
Nickname: Caitriona is usually shortened to Cait, or Caitie. My mother, Pauline, had always wanted me to have the name Kate, but my parents didn’t think it would be acceptable as my sister’s name was already Lauren-Kate. She and my father, Cael, finally decided on Caitriona, which is an Irish name. My mother settled for that, as it could be shortened to something that resembled ‘Kate’.
Ellen, my middle name, was given to me because it was Father’s mother’s name, and my second middle name is my aunt’s name. I’m not sure why I have a second middle name, but all of my brother’s and sister’s do, too.
Blood: I’m Muggleborn, though some of my other relatives have magic in their blood.
Age: I just turned fifteen, and I have to say; I‘m glad about it..
Year: Fifth.
Birthday: My birthday is the 29th of October, and my zodiac sign is Scorpio.
Likes:
One of the things I love most is playing computer games. I know that sounds dorky, and it’s unlikely that I’ll be able to get anything resembling an Xbox at school, but still. When I’m home for the holidays, playing virtual games and beating each other up is pretty much all my brothers and I do.
Reading. I love reading because it’s good to just get away from your own life sometimes (even if your own life truly isn‘t that bad), to get lost in the happiness - or misery, all depending on what genre your read - of fictional characters’ lives. If only for a little while.
Similar to the one before, I love to write. My aunty Bridget - she’s a doctor and she lives in Ireland - taught me how to write quite well, as her daughter Aeryn writes too. We used to have so much fun, before they stopped seeing us.
I used to like watching movies, but since our family drifted apart from Aunt Bridget and hers, I went off them. My brothers just wanted to watch action movies most of the time, where as my sisters preferred romance/comedy chick flicks and my parents documentaries and serious type programs. Nobody seemed to want to watch horrors with me anymore.
Emailing. Staying in touch with friends this way is so easy and fast and, seen as I have my own laptop, I don’t even have to leave my dormitory if I don’t want to.
In spite of my sometimes-wanting-to-be-alone-ness that I mentioned above, I do like going out with friends. I’d even like dating- if I was ever actually allowed to talk to a guy without my brother smacking him. I mean, seriously; I can take care of myself. I’m big, and I’ve knocked my brother’s around a bit. They’re pretty strong, so that’s gotta be something, right?
Another thing I love is music. I’m not an expert at playing any instrument but I can drum decently enough. My voice is fine, though I’m hardly the best. I’m just glad that Beauxbatons allows mechanical objects such as computers, phone’s and MP3s so that I can listen to music whenever I want. My play lists on my lap top are huge.
Listening to my brother and sister play the guitar. Finn’s (my brother) better, but Lauren-Kate can certainly hold her own. Although myself and Violet don’t get along (my other sister), she has got a beautiful voice. What a bitch; I’m kidding, of course. Though she is a better singer than me.
Thornton’s chocolate. Surely you know that maker? They almost rival Honeyduke’s, and that’s some feat.
The last thing I love is being away from home and my parents so that I can dye my hair. Seriously; hair dye is a blessing from GOD. My mom would bury me alive if she saw my hair now, though. I’ll have to wash it out again before I leave for the holidays.
Dislikes:
People that get in my face. I know it seems a stupid thing to dislike, but I seriously hate it. I hate people that I don’t know that get up really close in your face or hang onto your arm all the damn time. It seriously annoys me.
Films with crappy actors in or crappy storylines. It makes me think that I could do so much better- though I don’t think I’m ever going to be famous.
I dislike that (what we call) the ‘Doctors’ gene has been passed down our family. My granddad was a doctor, my dad’s a doctor, his brother Thomas is a doctor, Uncle Thomas’ wife Bridget is a doctor, they want their daughter Aeryn to become a doctor… I don’t want to end up that way. I want a job doing something I really enjoy, not something that my parents force upon me.
The fact that our family drifted apart after Jack and Jason (my other brothers) kept getting arrested. It‘s not my fault that my brothers were a little rebellious. It’s not fair to me that I got cut off from seeing my cousin Aeryn. How is any of that my fault?
Patronus: My patronus is a cat.
Boggart: A burst of fire. Although fire’s pretty beautiful, it really frightens me.
Quidditch Team: I support Appleby Arrows, like the rest of my family.
Broomstick: The Nimbus 2004. Not the newest model, but it’s a decent broomstick, and I’ve had it for a while.
Favourite Food: I love chocolate. No wonder I’m so ‘curvy’, really. I also love spaghetti bolognaise and fajitas.
Least Favourite Food: My least favourite food… hmm… I suppose I’m not the biggest fan of cauliflower. It’s supposed to be a hybrid of cabbage (which I hate) and broccoli (which I love) but it tastes like neither and I don’t like it.
Favourite Drink: I like most alcoholic drinks, but I’m guessing that isn’t what you‘re asking. Out of flat drinks, my favourite is that cheap orangeade - made by the same people that make ‘RolaCola’ and the like that you usually would touch. It looks like acid, but it tastes really bubbly and nice and smells like jelly.
Favourite Class: My favourite class has to be Transfiguration. I just love changing things into something else and, even though it’s difficult, transfiguring objects fascinates me.
Least Favourite Class: Herbology, both me and Aeryn used to talk about how crap this lesson is. I didn’t care about plants then, and I don’t now.
Favourite Colour: White
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
Biography:
I was born in Ireland (as were my three brother’s and two sisters) and I lived in our house over there for nine years. It was then that my mother and father moved us to England. My parents couldn’t be two more different people. My father is a surgeon. Back in Ireland - I was told this by my parents, of course, as I don’t remember much before the age of six - he was the chief of surgery. My mother is an artist, and was barely managing to make ends meet when she met my father. Neither of them have anything resembling a magical bone in their body, and weren’t expecting anything other than normal triplets - as if those triplets could be classed as normal anyway, with magic aside - when they gave birth to my older brothers and sister, Finn, JaceFace (Jason) and Violetta. They, however, were the first in a line of magical siblings.
The next to be born were Jack and Lauren-Kate, a sent of twins that also turned out to be magical. At that moment, though, my parents still didn’t know that there was magic in the family. When I came next, I grew up into a normal Muggle family. It was when my brother’s turned nine that my mom and dad noticed something different about them. They kept doing strange things. The kind of things that normal Muggle people wouldn’t be able to do. Magical things, such as reaching things that my parents had hid from them on top of tall cabinets or closets or flying short distances from trees and buildings. It all happened if they were very angry or excited or scared, or feeling some similar strong emotion. Then they got the letter to Durmstrang in advance, and my parents moved us to England because there was better transport to the school there than there was in Ireland.
I didn’t want to move to England. I was only eight by then, and my best friend was my cousin, Aeryn, who was - and still is - a year older than me. They stayed behind in Ireland, and I hated that I wasn’t going to see my family that much anymore. I’d kicked and screamed and hurt the family that I’d got already, but they wouldn’t budge. We were moving to England and there was nothing that I could do about it. I eventually settled down, knowing that they were only across the sea and I could steal email and chat on the phone Aeryn now and again. She even came over and stayed with us.
That didn’t last long, however, as my Uncle Thomas stopped the visits because of Jason. You see, our JaceFace had always been a bit of a rebel. He was daring and he was loud, but he was a lot of fun. But he did some things that could get him in trouble. Like he drove my dad’s car into our next door neighbour’s garden when he was fifteen. He drank, but not enough to be classed as an alcoholic. He got into fights with people from Hogwarts and almost got expelled.
I think the think that really made Uncle Thomas think that he was a bad influence was when he got arrested by the Muggle police. It wasn’t just him that got arrested, though; it was Jack, me and Aeryn, too. My brother’s had helped us sneak out of the house when we were thirteen and drove us in dad’s car again- my parents had been out. He got arrested because, you know, HE WAS UNDERAGE. Nothing was really thought of it by our neighbours; they knew that Jason was a bit - okay, very - rebellious, but he wasn’t at all dangerous. Besides, we were living in a pretty rough part of England at the time, so JaceFace was pretty tame compared to all the other kids in our street.
But Uncle Thomas didn’t see that.
My mom and dad made the mistake of phoning him and telling him what had happened after they picked Jace up from the police. He came over right away - well, very early the next day, that is - to collect Aeryn from us. Auntie Bridget was with him, but she didn’t seem to agree with what he was doing. He had a right go at my parents, telling his own brother that he should have raised Jason better.
He said that if he wasn’t careful Jack would go the same way as Jason and Lauren-Kate and I would be flashing our boobs around everywhere and wearing skirts that looked more like belts like my sister Violetta did. Violetta burst into tears, very upset by this comment indeed, and Finn and my mother had to hold Jason back from punching my uncle, who was more than thirty years older than him and was twice the bodyweight. My uncle Thomas would have squashed Jason flat, though he‘d have a hard time knocking back my father, who looked almost as angry. Aeryn was upset and kept saying that she was sorry to everyone, and we hugged before she was dragged out the door by Thomas. Auntie Bridget had apologized to us all over and over again before meekly following after them.
And that was the day that my family broke contact and fell apart. I was thirteen. Lauren-Kate and Jack were fourteen. Finn, Jason and Violetta were fifteen.
The last I heard of my cousin and her parents was that they were moving to France so that Aeryn could attend Beauxbatons Academy for the Gracefully Magic. We found out a little later, though, that this wasn't true, as my father's mother died and he had to go back to Ireland for the funeral. Uncle Thomas, Auntie Bridget and Aeryn had been there, and though he found out that they weren't moving to France right then, they did two years later, when Aeryn turned sixteen.
When they moved, my dad decided that things weren't worth keeping this feud going. He wanted to patch things up with my uncle, and he still does, which is why we're heading to France too. I was ready to start my fifth year with my old friend and my boyfriend in England, and I'm not happy that we're moving again one bit, but what can I do? I've got to get over things and move on, just like I did when we moved from Ireland. Sue, I'm going to miss my boyfriend, but there's... I know it sounds awful, but there's more fish in the sea.
Personality:
What can I say about me? It’s hard to write about your own personality. Well, first of all, I was born on the 29th of October, and I’m a Scorpio, just like my Grandma - the one that‘s still alive, on my mom’s side. I was born on her birthday, in fact. She says that, as Scorpio’s, we’re both stubborn. According to what my siblings and my parents said in response to that - nods and lots of hasty ‘yes’s - then I should take what she says seriously. Okay. So maybe I am stubborn. When I get an idea in my head, it’s very hard indeed to convince me out of doing what I originally decided to do. You’d have to present me with some sort of evidence and prove to me that my decision or idea is wrong. I need proof to believe most important things other people say to me, unless I’m in a rage. I’ll do and say anything in a rage, no matter how hard you try and convince me otherwise.
I also tend to be pretty emotional, I’ll admit that. Like, if I get very excited or happy (the kind of happy that’s bordering on ecstatic, that is not just the kind of happy you see when you look outside and notice that it’s sunny and there’s butterflies flitting around) about something then I’ll probably burst into tears - or occasionally it’s hysterical laughter instead of the waterworks) some time afterwards, as if I’m getting it out of my system completely, or something. I don’t know what it’s all about, so don’t ask me. I also cry a lot at films or sad moments. Yeah, I’m emotional, just like my sister Lauren-Kate. We get it from mom, though; she cries about everything too. My dad, Finn, Jack, Jace, Violetta and Aeryn hardly ever cry, though.
Freaky.
Along with my whole way-too-emotional issue, I tend to get a little possessive, over people and objects. Like, the kind of possessive where I’ll be feeling gloomy or be in a bad mood and I’ll see a couple of my friends together nearby, laughing and joking and having fun, and I’ll think that they like them more than they like me, or that no one cares about me and it wouldn’t make any difference in any of their lives if I died today. This usually happened around ‘that time of the month’, as I tend to get mood swings like no other and bad pains. My friends at my old school got used to me becoming all angry then weepy then hysterical then hyper on them, which is why I’m a little nervous about coming to Beauxbatons and making some new ones. At least I’ve still got Aeryn… I think.
When I’m in a good mood - which is, thankfully, most of the time - I’m really quite sweet. I have a good time with my friends and I get along with my family just fine. Even, dare I say, we have a loving an affectionate relationship- just don‘t tell my brothers that I said that. I’m also quite generous, if I can say so myself, and at Christmas and Easter and birthdays you’ll always get a good present if you’re my friend. And If I actually remember your birthday, that is. My mind tends to wander and forget little, important things like that as I don’t have the biggest attention span.
More like the attention span and memory of a fish. Or a newborn baby.
I have quite a temper, though. I know, if my brothers were reading this now - you better not have stolen it, Jason! - they’d be scoffing their heads off. Because - and they know from experience on this - when Caitie Brady gets mad, she really gets mad! I broke Finn’s nose when I was fourteen. It’s still a slightly funny shape now, and I got in so much trouble for it. It was a lucky shot, as well. He’d saved over one of my games on the Xbox (hey, that game was really important to me then and he’d saved over it with his crappy save!) and I just lost it, and punched him really hard on the nose. It wasn’t my fault it broke. I wasn’t trying to break it, just trying warn him never to touch one of my games again. Well, I certainly did that…
Well, that’s me, I guess. Pretty average.
Physical Appearance:
I think there’s some Italian on my mom‘s side, because I don’t like my dad (i.e.; so I don’t look Irish) at all. My skin is tanned, and my hair is very dark, though I dye it often. It’s quite long, but it only looks shoulder-length from the front because of the heavy layers in it. It really falls way down my back, a few wispy strands almost reaching the middle of my back where the hair was hacked off viciously into it’s layer. I soon got bored of the cut, so when I left for my sixth year - I only just arrived at Beauxbatons, see - I dyed it. What colour?
There isn’t much of a colour, to be honest. I just got a bunch of products and dumped them on, along with some blonde and brown-red high-lights I put in myself. And I got this look which, I must say, looks pretty awesome at the moment.
None of my siblings have red hair like Aeryn does - which they are all very thankful for - but I don’t mind the red. I think red hair looks cute on a girl. Unfortunately, my dad got his blond hair from his mother - whereas Uncle Thomas got the red hair gene from Granddad - and my mom’s got dark brown hair, so I was stuck with either. I got brown like my brothers, and Violetta and Lauren-Kate got the blonde hair.
Onto the subject of eyes. My mom’s eyes are very dark, almost black, but my dad’s are a little brown, with flecks of green in them. I don’t know what that colour that is. Hazel? I don’t know. Whatever it is, that’s the eye colour I’ve got, and I love it. It’s different to the base colours of ‘blue’ ‘brown’ or ‘green’, and, although I’m sure there’s someone out there that has the very same colour, I haven’t met them yet, and, for now, it’s good just to feel a bit different. It’s hard to do that when you have five siblings to compare yourself to and sigh over.
Overall, I think I’ve got quite a pretty face. I’m not stunning, or totally drop-dead gorgeous, not at all, but my nose isn’t too huge, and my lips are normal sized. My eyes aren’t too big or small and my skin is soft and tanned. I’m not too fat, and I’m certainly not too thin. I don’t like to show my body off, because it’s a little… well, I’m curvy, let’s just put it like that, and I’m somewhat proud of my curves. I have hips and a chest and that I certainly like. Just like my sister Violetta says;
“Nobody’s perfect. You just have to make the best of what you’ve got. Besides, you look like me, in face and body, so you must be pretty gorgeous.”
Yeah. Let’s go with that.
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