JOHNSON, angelina hestia

[angelina]

ANGELINA HESTIA JOHNSON ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : angelina hestia johnson
( NICKNAMES ) : ang (everyone), angie (fred & george), lina (fred)
( SEX ) : female
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) : nineteen, october twenty-first
( YEAR ) : graduated
( HOUSE ) : former gryffindor
( AFFILIATION ) : order member, former DA member
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : mahogany, phoenix feather 10 1/2 inches

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : sunsets, the colour blue, fred weasley, apples, strawberries, swimming, singing, playing the piano, romance, books, time alone, music, sunflowers, roses, old movies, gentlemen.
( DISLIKES ): magic, flying, her broomstick, her wand, being reminded of the old days, sleeping, dreaming, her nightmares, hogwarts, liars, cheaters, fake people, pink, anything that reminds her of hogwarts, fred weasley for dying, the idea of dying, wizards, the ministry of magic.
( STRENGTHS ) : pretending she doesn't exist, hiding, pushing away her past, kidding herself into thinking she's not a witch, ignoring owls.
( WEAKNESSES ) : sleeping, forgetting the battle, accepting death, being herself, reaching out for help, acknowledging her friends.
( AMORTENTIA) : roses, cinnamon, freshly mown grass, fresh air.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : lord voldemort
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : while many would think that angelina's greatest memory is of the day that she won the quidditch cup as the captain of the gryffindor team, they would be wrong. in truth, her happiest memory was the day that fred asked her out on a date, their sixth year for the yule ball, to be exact.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : angelina remembers all too clearly what happened when she went back to hogwarts to fight in the battle. during the lull that voldemort offered for them to bury their dead, she happened to walk into the great hall to see the weasley family all huddled around a single body, and on the way past remus, tonks, colin and so many others, she realized it was fred's.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : since the battle, angelina has had a strong desire to forget all of the magic she learned while she was in school, feeling that being a witch is absolutely useless when it can't save the life of someone that you love.
( PERSONALITY ) :
ISOLATED --
time has certainly changed angelina johnson from the woman she used to be. ever since seeing fred weasley die, she has stored her wand away from sight and mind, living her life like an ordinary muggle. and in doing so, she has cut off most communications with people from her hogwarts days, even alicia and the others. only if they were lucky enough to hunt her down would she sit and allow them to speak to her, but due to the nightmares that constantly plague her mind each night as she tries to sleep, she tends not to even remember her hogwarts days...on purpose.

GENTLE --
for someone who was one rather aggressive and brutal on the quidditch field, angelina thought that she was tough enough to handle anything that life threw her way. but since the death of fred and the others at the battle of hogwarts, angelina has almost completely abandoned her wizarding roots. in her mind, what good is it to be a witch with a powerful wand in your hand if you cannot save those you love from meeting a cruel, untimely end? since then, she has become a well loved manager for the holyhead harpies, helpful and friendly to those who come seeking her help...but never acknowleging her ability to use magic.

BRAVE --
you can't be a gryffindor without having bravery as one of your many character traits, and angelina was no different from anyone else who took shelter under the gold and scarlet colours of the lion. she'd do anything for her friends, especially those who remained close to her after the second battle of hogwarts, which specifically means katie, alicia, oliver and george. she was one of the ones who returned to the school to fight, and also one of those to actually witness what it was that had happened to fred weasley, which has left her mentally scarred since that night.

HEARTBROKEN --
although their relationship was never as public as some of the others that occured, she and fred had been together for quite a while. since his death, angelina hasn't dared to even look at another human being in the same way, abandoning her team of puddlemere united in favour of working as the manager for the holyhead harpies. due to their team being completely comprised of women, she is the manager and trainer who goes over quidditch moves and ploys with her team before they enter the pitch for an actual match, but she has never attended one herself since the end of the battle. between her injury and her feeling of guilt for even thinking about another man, angelina cannot bring herself to deal with the demons that have plagued her since last may.

VULNERABLE --
during her glory days, the term 'vulnerable' was never one that could be associated with angelina johnson. her determination to win the day and accomplish what she set out to do were things that made others look up to her despite the fact that she was an intimidating soul to others. now, however, she feels the weight of the world on her shoulders and lives in constant fear of being hunted down and killed the way her parents were for information on her whereabouts. knowing that she has lost a large number of friends and family has broken the once impregnable soul and constantly causes her to second guess her choices. sometimes her team doesn't know if she can handle the stress or not, until she puts up a mask and assumes the identity of who she formerly was.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : black, but smoothed from years of treatments and the refusal to wear it in tiny braids. she usually wears it down, or with the sides pulled back from her eyes.
( EYES ) : dark brown, almost a black colour as well and wide like the ones her mother used to have before her death.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : having been a quidditch player for nearly six years, angelina still bears her thin athletic frame, but is muscled from years of throwing the quaffle back and forth on the pitch. she has kept herself in good condition since the battle so that she can otherwise engage her mind when she wakes from her nightmares, but suffers from a bit of a limp because of the damage done to her right leg during a fight. that limp is still with her.
( ATTIRE ) : as she still retains her youthful figure, angelina wears clothing that is flattering to her form and a little tighter to her skin. of course, she must make it look classy and a little professional when she is working for the team, but when not working she still favours jeans and tank tops in bright colours. however, she has all but abandoned skirts and shorts because of the injury she sustained to her right leg, which still bears some scars from the battle. if people can't see them then they don't know it's there and won't ask questions about it.
( PLAY-BY ) : katerina graham

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
keisha johnson -- mother (deceased)
amar johnson -- father (deceased)
( SIBLINGS ) : n/a
( OTHERS ) : n/a
( HISTORY ) :
born on october twenty-first in the year ninteen seventy-seven, angelina was the only child born to her parents, keisha and amar johnson. she grew up as any normal half-blood witch would, with everything that she could ever want and the love and attention of her parents besides. for many years she would spend her time playing outdoors with the local children that she had befriended, never dreaming that one day everything might change for her. and then, one day when she was nine and playing in the park, one of the boys began to push her around and call her names. as angelina's anger grew, a garbage can that was sitting nearby exploded and showered the children in rotten garbage. afraid of what had happened, angelina fled back to the house and hid away from everyone, refusing to tell her parents what had happened. slowly, she began to live her life normally again, until one day, when she was just about to turn eleven, her father sat her down to talk.

it was then that angelina learned the truth of what had happened all those times before, when something strange and unexpected had happened because of her getting angry for scared. that september, with her new things in hand, ang boarded the hogwarts express bound for hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. it was an entirely new adventure, and frankly one that she did not want. but once there, the first people to speak to her at all were fred and george weasley, who joined her at the gryffindor table in the great hall. the following year, when she tried out for the quidditch team, she bonded rather closely with katie bell and alicia spinnet, both girls who were trying out as well. to angelina's delight, fred and george were listed as the team beaters, and she, alongside katie and alicia, became the chasers. the next year, they were joined by the famous harry potter...

in her sixth year, the only eventful thing to truly happen to angelina was that fred weasley asked her to be his date to the yule ball. although her original thought was to deny him, something in angelina admired the adorable way in which he was trying to show his little brother how simple it was to ask a girl out, and she accepted. that was the night that angelina came to realize that there was more to fred weasley then simply the pranking and the ginger hair. the two quietly began dating, and remained so until the following year, when things got a little more out of hand.

that was when umbridge made her entrance from the ministry of magic, parading herself around as if she were the overlord of the world. needless to say this did not go over well with many of the students at hogwarts, though it wasn't until hermione gathered them all together that angelina became a part of a secret organization called dumbledore's army. together, she and about twenty others would gather in the room of requirement on the seventh floor and practise magic spells taught to them by harry potter. it was here that she learned to master the use of a patronus, which took the shape of a peregrine falcon thanks to her love for flying, the first place angelina had really been that had made her feel like she belonged. and although they were discovered, she continued to practise her skills afterward.

with her school years behind her, there was only one more thing for angelina to do. she was slated to join the puddlemere united quidditch team alongside her old captain oliver wood. her experience as a chaser had begun to shape a promising career for the girl, until more trouble came their way.

following the return of the dark lord, angelina had been forced into hiding thanks to her half-blood status, watching her parents killed before her eyes by deatheaters demanding information. she barely escaped with her life, in time to fight in the second battle of hogwarts, where she was attacked and her leg badly injured, ending her quidditch career. during the battle, she learned of the death of fred weasley, a dear friend and love she had always held close to her heart. now, emotionally scarred and hating herself for not being able to save him, angelina withdrew from the wizarding world, living secretly as a trainer and manager of the holyhead harpies under another name, having cut off all ties with the people from her old life.

as far as she is concerned, that angelina johnson never existed. it died the very day that fred weasley was killed.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : hannah
( AGE ) : old enough
( EXPERIENCE ) : six years
( CONTACT INFO ) : pm is fine
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : proboards support
( CODE WORD ) : alohomora
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

everything hurt right then. it had hurt since the day of the battle when voldemort had gvien them those few moments to attend to their dead and angelina had limped her way into the great hall and been confronted with the tortured wails of the weasley family. she'd hobbled past tonks and lupin, her stomach ready to explode when she took note of colin creevey's still body not too far away. but the instant her dark eyes came to rest on the still red headed figure on the ground, angelina had lost it. even with the injury to her leg, something that continued to plague her now and ruined her quidditch career, she had fallen to the cold floor of the great hall and pressed her hands to mouth as tightly as she could manage, eyes filling with tears as she muffled her own screams of agony. of all the people in the world, of everyone who had been there to battle the deatheaters, why had it been fred? why not her, hell why not someone from slytherin house who had decided to stay behind and try fighting against the school? aside from the day her parents had been killed by deatheaters when they had come looking for her, that had been the absolute worst moment of her life, realizing that she had lost the one person in the world who had ever loved her.

tears spilled openly as they ran through course down her cheeks. her mind was an absolute mess, making it hard for the girl to focus on anything else that had once brought her great joy, including quidditch. it meant nothing to her anymore. she couldn't play, she couldn't fly...all she could do was work on plays and teach them to the team so that they could perform them during a match and see to it that they were playing well enough to perhaps reach the world cup. but this time...this time there was nothing for her to distract her mind with. everything in the world was cold and dark without his smile and sense of humour, and she terribly missed the way he once caressed her face in times of worry. all she had left was that one kiss that he had given her before running off into hogwarts, the last kiss they would ever share.

she had practically grown up with the twins, listening to their voices and laughter on a daily basis. but the instant she heard george's voice beside her, angelina jumped like a frightened rabbit and looked at him with something between horror and pain in her dark orbs. it was like seeing a ghost, knowing how similar in appearance they had been with only a few distinguishing features that made it possible for someone to tell them apart. and although she knew it was george was his having only one ear, barely visible through the hair he had grown out since the battle, angelina couldn't help but choke a little more. she had seperated herself from everyone she had ever loved after losing fred, knowing that people had been unaware of their relationship and would therefore wonder why she was so shaken by a single death. she'd pulled away, so far away that she had abandoned everything to do with the wizarding world...including george...

it was stupid to ask what he was doing there, after all she was sitting in front of his twin brother's headstone. but of all the days and times for him to come and visit, why then? she hadn't been to talk to fred since that day in the great hall, and that had been so many months ago that angelina couldn't count them on one hand anymore. "i......i'm....." but the words wouldn't come out. instead she took a moment between sobs to look at him, noticing some remarkable changes in the face that had once held so much happiness and laughter. now there seemed to be nothing but a looming emptiness, merely a shadow of the boy who he had once been, and that was almost as painful to angelina as the thought of him coming out here to visit his brother. "i'm so sorry..." she managed, her voice a pained whisper.

unable to do anything else, she merely shifted her weight, letting her head rest against his shoulder in the hopes that he wouldn't reject her and push her away. though he probably should, she thought to herself. she hadn't stayed long enough to see him on the day of the funeral, but merely hidden in the back with the rest of the people and kept her head down to avoid being spotted. she didn't want their sympathy...she'd only wanted fred to take her in his arms once more and tell her that everything would be okay. and that night, in a dream...he had. "i'm so sorry, george."

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