Post by Isabella O'Malley on Oct 10, 2012 21:22:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] rory jameson o'callaghan. 33. charms professor. joshua jackson. | |
[rs=2] | I never know what to say when I have to talk about myself. Or how to start it. So I'll start off very simple - and boring. My name is Rory Jameson (as in the whiskey) O'Callaghan. If you couldn't tell by just my name, I'm Irish. I was born and raised in Ireland, in a little coastal town by the name of Booterstown. We were only a few minutes drive from Dublin, where my father worked at the Jameson Distillery. But more on that later. For now, you've got my name (and how I got my middle name) and where I grew up. Oh, I'm forgetting one important thing! My birthday, which is October 29th, 1989. I'll be 34 in just a few weeks time! I have a large family. I'm the eldest of 6 children that my parents brought into this world. I have three younger sisters and two younger brothers. First, there's Sloane who is 31 and next is Talullah who is 27, then we have Conor aged 24, who is followed by Breccan at the ripe age of 20 and lastly, there's Ciara. She's 17 and I'm her guardian, but again: we'll get into that later. My parents don't love each other and that much has always been obvious. They're both narcissists and the only reason they married (and stayed together) was because they had sex (out of wedlock, which is scandalous in a Catholic town like Booterstown) and my mother fell pregnant with me. The "right thing" was to get married; both of their families demanded it. I can't say that my parents don't love me because of this; they don't love me (or any of my siblings) because they're selfish bastards and they only care about themselves. The night of my conception... they just wanted to get off. They needed to have sex, they wanted to have sex (for their own selfish reasons), so they did and "fuck the consequences". (I'm sure I sound bitter when it comes to sex, like I don't like it or something. But I assure you, that isn't true.) I don't remember much in my early years of life. I remember when my sister was born, though, and the first time I saw her. Back then, I obviously didn't understand why my parents were so distant from each other and me, so I remember feeling threatened by Sloane. I told my mother to "bring her back", like she were just a toy that could be easily returned. I had a tantrum when my mother laughed and told me that such a thing couldn't be done. I remember my father taking me out of the house later that day and it was one of the few times I spent any quality time with him. I think we went out for ice cream and then visited the marsh to watch the birds. I still didn't like my sister when I got home that evening, so I ignored her. Slowly, however, my three-year-old curiosity got the best of me and I would often sneak into her room to spy on her. My mother, on the other hand, didn't seem to take much interest in my baby sister. She did at first, but then she was back to being selfish within a few days. When my parents told me what her name was (which wasn't for a while, actually), I said it aloud. Except it came out as Scone instead of Sloane. (The 'sc' sound was easier for me to make than the 'sl' sound.) To this day, I still refer to my sister as Scone. It was around this time when I showed my first signs of magic. (I should explain now, rather than later, that my father is a halfblood wizard and my mother is a muggle-born witch.) My family wasn't the richest. Sure, my father made good money working at the distillery and he often got promoted (throughout my life, not year after year.) My mother didn't do much work, though. She started hemming and tailoring clothes for people (she was skilled with the needle) and it was a good business for a while.... But she's always been a bit flaky, and she abruptly stopped when she was pregnant the third time with Talullah. I remember her customers banging on the front door, shouting and spitting angry words. My mum would tell us all to hide and be quiet. Sometimes, we had to be quiet for two or more hours. She really knew how to piss off people. When Talullah was born, it was the same routine over again. My mother was in love with her for about two seconds and then... nothing. I was 6 and therefore my parents had sent me off to a muggle primary school. I couldn't spend much time with my new baby sister and whenever I did have any free time, Sloane wanted me to read to her or attend her tea parties (which I always refused to go to.) When I was 7, my father was arrested was driving drunk. We didn't have a car (there wasn't a point; and we couldn't afford it), but he'd been given the privilege to drive his boss' car to some sort of meeting in a city that was a few hours drive away. I guess he stopped at a bar on the way home, had a few too many and... ended up in jail. His license was suspended for two years, and he had to pay a fee, which sucked up all of our family's savings. The next few years, we had to skimp on everything - including food. Somehow, my father managed to keep his job. He was demoted, however, but he still had a job and that was the important thing. His boss also mandated that he go to AA, but I don't think he even made it through the first step. Two years later, when I was nine, my mother had yet another child. Apparently, when you're living in near-poverty, you can't afford any form of birth control. That's just me being bitter, sorry. Just to note, I do love all of my siblings. Its my parents who get under my skin. Anyway, this new child was a boy. I finally had a baby brother! I was much older than him, but that didn't matter. It was still really cool to a nine-year-old. By this point, Scone was 6 and Tullie was 3; they'd both shown signs of magic and were beginning to learn about the magical world. When I turned 11, I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts. The only unfortunate thing was that I had to wait an entire year as my birthday fell after September 1st. I managed to stay giddy for that entire year, however. My parents entertained me throughout the months with stories of when they attended school there. As a boy, it all seemed like a fairytale up until the day I actually set foot in the old castle. I was a bundle of nerves and excitement when I walked up to the stool in front of everyone in the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony. The Sorting Hat stalled a bit when sorting me; it seemed as if I didn't really fit into any house. I wondered if that had ever happened before - if students couldn't be sorted. What happened then? And just as my anxiety began to rise, the hat shouted out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and so I jumped off of the stool and made my way to my house table. For the most part, I settled into my house easily. I was a bit more sarcastic than the rest of kids in my year and once they got used to my sense of humor, there were no hard feelings. Classes were fun and I had a blast my first year. I went home for both holidays my first year - because of all of the school supplies my parents had to buy me at the beginning of year, they didn't have much money to spend on presents for everyone. It wasn't anything new; we rarely got Christmas gifts. (And my parents wouldn't allow their parents to "spoil" us.) We went to church on Easter - which I think is the most ridiculous thing ever, but my mother's parents practically force us to go. If you ask me, we're the least religious family I've ever met. The only reason we got candy on Easter like everyone else was because of my grandparents. They also had an Easter-egg hunt set up for us. It was a lot better than being at our own house. Two years passed and when I was 13, my mother fell pregnant once again. (The age gap between my younger siblings and me amazed me at times.) She had another boy, whom she named Breccan. That year, on the day Breccan was born, my father was arrested for embezzlement. Somehow, he'd managed to fool his boss into thinking that he wasn't an alcoholic anymore and that he should be promoted. And then he went and took money from the company. Worst of all, he didn't even spend it on his family. Who knows what he did with it. It wasn't a large sum of money, though, because he was only sentenced to 2 years in jail. My mother, refusing to work and using her kids as an excuse to stay home, got government aid to pay for some bills. Those years, we didn't celebrate any holiday - or any birthdays. After Breccan was born, though, my mother was a little different. She was more distanced from us and the world, if that was possible. Breccan would cry and cry and she'd stay in bed for days. When I was home, I took care of him. When I wasn't home, I relied on my sisters to take care of their new brother. As an adult, I would learn that my mother was suffering from postpartum depression. The doctors gave her some drugs to help her out and she took them for a while - but then she started selling her pills on the street and buying harder prescription drugs with the money. My fourth year came and I was accompanied by Scone on the train that year. I was so excited to show her everything about the castle. I was nervous for her during the sorting; I wanted her to be sorted into Hufflepuff with me (I was closest to Scone), but the sorting hat placed her in Slytherin. We still talked on a daily basis, though. We were always there for each other. My fourth year was when I got my first girlfriend. She was a girl from my house and we weren't in love, but it was nice to have some companionship. We dated for most of our fourth year and into the summer, but we finally called it off after a few weeks into the summer holidays. Long distance was too hard. The rest of that summer, I spent most of my time with my muggle friends. I snogged a few pretty girls, went to a few good parties and slept in when I could. It wasn't a terrible summer, except that my father was still gone and my mother was either high or passed out from those prescription drugs. I also got a job that summer, working in a hotel. Occasionally, I worked behind the desk, but I was mainly one of the boys to bring the luggage up and down - also room service The tips were great. When I went back to Hogwarts, I got distracted by something new: Quidditch. Yup, I tried out for Quidditch Keeper and got the spot on the team. I have to admit, I'm pretty awesome at the game. I think everyone was surprised, though. In addition, I got a new girlfriend. We only dated for four months, but it was probably one of my best relationships. We were totally chill around each other. She smoked pot and I smoked a little with her. I also lost my virginity to her within those four months. We broke up around Christmastime, which was actually nice because we didn't have to buy each other anything. Instead, as neither of us had money, we smoked one last time together and also had sex one last time together. It was one of the best break ups I'd ever experienced. She graduated that year, though, so I never saw her again. During the holidays, I chose to stay at Hogwarts. I couldn't be in that depressing place on that depressing island. My father came home shortly after New Years, but I had no desire to see or hear from him. The OWLs came quickly, I must say. I got an O in Charms and Transfiguration. The rest of my results were a mix of E and A, except for Astronomy - I got a T in that. Ouch. Before the year ended, I had a new girlfriend. She happened to be from Ireland as well, so it was a lot easier to date her throughout the summer. When I got home after my fifth year for the summer holidays, my dad was already drinking. My mom was still popping pills, but different ones as the other ones hadn't been giving her the same feeling (or numbness, whichever you prefer to call it.) If it weren't for my siblings, I probably would have never come home. I couldn't get back to Hogwarts quick enough. At this point, it was still just Scone and me at Hogwarts. (Tullie would join us next year.) I spend most of my time practicing and/or playing Quidditch and being with my girlfriend. I fell in love with her quickly; she was my first true love. It was a nice feeling. During holidays, I would go her house. I hated leaving my siblings to fend for themselves, but I had to keep my own sanity if I wanted to survive the summer holidays. During the Easter holidays, my girlfriend missed a period. We didn't dare speak a word of it to her parents or anyone else. If she missed another one, we decided, we would do something about it. Thankfully, a week later, we got our answer: she wasn't pregnant. It was one of the scariest points in my life. The scare didn't tear us apart - why would it? Instead, it actually made us closer. We were a lot more careful about using protection from then on out. After the scare, I felt a little guilty, so I bought my girlfriend a pretty necklace that she'd been eying for the last few months. It took nearly all of my savings to buy it for her, but it made me feel better. That summer, when I returned home, I received two pieces of news. One, my mother was pregnant. Again. Two, I was getting a raise at the hotel. I worked my ass off all summer, glad to be anywhere but at my house. I made sure that my siblings were out as often as possible, too. After the start of my seventh year, things seemed to be looking up. I had a beautiful girlfriend that I loved, we were happy, Quidditch was going well and I didn't have to go home ever again. Nope, I was going to move out. That was my Big Plan. Of course, though, things can never go so well for me. In November of my seventh year, my girlfriend dumped me. Considering I had truly loved her, it hurt a hell of a lot and it took some time to get over. Not to mention, sharing a common room with her was awkward. The rest of the year was a blur. My dad went back to jail in January, and was sentenced 10 years. Good riddance. My mother had her last child in March and the only reason I went home in the Easter holidays was to see her. She had been named Ciara (like Kyra), after my mother's mother. She was a precious little thing and I knew then that, after graduation, I had to come home to take care of her. Conor was doing the best he could, but he was only eight and had had Tullie watching out for him until she left for Hogwarts the previous autumn. I showed Conor everything I could during those two weeks and he seemed to grasp it all quickly. Graduation couldn't come quick enough. The NEWTs were a piece of cake - at least in Charms and Transfiguration. I passed the rest, but those scores aren't even important. I returned home to take care of my siblings, once more. I had become Mr. Mom. Until the year I turned 21, nothing changed much. I worked two jobs: I had been promoted to Guest Services Manager at the hotel and then I would bartend at night to bring in some more money. I don't know how I did it, looking back. During those three years, I dated various women, but there was never anything serious. There couldn't be. I had 5 kids to care for - though Scone insisted that she didn't need my help. (And, as much as I hate to admit it, she didn't. She's a tough cookie, that one.) But I was getting frustrated with my own life. This wasn't what I wanted. I couldn't care for Relocating to England meant several things. I had to find a new job and I did: I become the manager of a very elite hotel. I made quite a bit of money. I also enrolled Ciara into early-hood child education. Breccan and Conor also went to public school. All three assimilated well to their new lives. That fall, though, Conor went off to Hogwarts. It's unbelievable how fast kids grow up. Scone returned home a little over a year later. She crashed with us for a bit, but then went out on her own again. She got a very good job in the wizarding world and seemed very happy. I was proud of her. When I was 25, I was finally able to get into a serious relationship. Breccan was off at Hogwarts, too, so it was just little Ciara at home with me. Our relationship lasted for six years. During the years, we discussed getting married and starting a family of our own. Towards the end of our relationship, my gorgeous girlfriend was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It was a shock to everyone we knew. Just like the muggles, wizarding Healers (in case I forgot to mention, my girlfriend was a witch) also didn't have a cure for cancer. They could only offer the same treatments muggle doctors could: chemotherapy and radiation. I supported my girlfriend throughout it all. But, as with such emotional things, she broke up with me. I don't know if I was too supportive or not supportive enough. Thinking about it, though, it's not about me at all. I can't imagine what she was going through. So I handled our break up the best way possible. I still love her to this day. At some point during those six years, Scone fell in love. She's been engaged for a few years now; neither she or her fiance are in any hurry to have a wedding. It's great to see her so happy. Tullie and Conor became flatmates after they both graduated from Hogwarts. My father tried to reconnect with us, but I wouldn't allow him to. We were all doing so well; we didn't need him. My mother never tried. I haven't seen or heard from her since the day she got put in the rehab center. She could be dead for all I know. I began a tutoring service of young witches and wizards, which made me realize how much I missed the wizarding world. I heard recently that my ex-girlfriend is in remission, but I haven't seen her. I wish I could. In addition, Ciara has been growing up so fast. I was getting overworked at the hotel, so I quit to bartend so I could see her more (even though she's at Hogwarts fr most of the year.) Recently, within the last year, Breccan has come out. He's gay. I imagine that it was very difficult for him to do that. Most recently, however, the Charms professor position opened up at Hogwarts. Missing the wizarding world so much and having aced Charms during my own time at the castle, I applied for the job. And got it. Everything seems to be looking up for my siblings and me now. I don't think anything to ruin our lives now. |
hanna. old. 12 yrs roleplaying. -5 gmt. |
