Post by Hugo Weasley on Oct 11, 2012 20:33:01 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 #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] ciara maureen o'callaghan. 17. student. anna popplewell. | |
[rs=2] | I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Ciara Maureen O’Callaghan. It’s a mouthful, I know- though it’s not as bad when my name is pronounced correctly. Most people think it’s pronounced CEE-AR-AH, which frankly gets on my nerves. The correct pronunciation of it is Kyra, the Irish way of saying it- that’s because I was born in Ireland, to two Irish people. I really don’t know what to call them; neither of them really are very admirable. I never met my father, nor do I remember my mother. From what I hear, it’s probably a good thing that I wasn’t raised by her. My siblings tell me loads about her, and being raised by her and dad wouldn’t have been a good thing. Anyways, I was born in Booterstown, like the rest of my siblings. There’s five of them- Rory, Sloane, Talullah, Connor, and Breccan. That’s their birth order, and all of them are older than me. I’m an average teenager, one could say. I prefer the sidelines to the spotlight. I dress in a weird way, though – I prefer tee shirts and jeans to whatever most girls my age wear. As for looks, I’m simply average. I don’t think I’m pretty, nor do I think I’m ugly. I just think I’m average. The story behind my parents is simple: they had sex, conceived Rory, and then had to marry. Simple and sad, but true. I never know how to butter it up if I was going to actually tell it. That being said, I hate talking about shit like this. It’s just weird to tell someone about what happened, and I really don’t like it. I prefer having people know as little about this as possible, thank you very much. Fast forward a few years. My father has been arrested three times. My mother has had five kids and a sixth(me) is on the way. She was apparently really depressed or something- I really don’t understand what actually transpired. My dad was off to jail for the second time, this time for ten whole years. Little did my mother know, I’d never meet him- and it was probably better that way. When the Ides of March arrived, I came into this world, kicking and screaming. Some would joke and say that I never stopped screaming, but I happen to disagree. My mom was fine with my existence for a few days, then started to ignore my cries. I was a fussy infant, or so I was told. Though, that did change as I got older. When I was little, I was fascinated by the world around me. I was curious and had to investigate almost everything around. I didn’t have toys for the first few years of my life, nor did I need them; I was perfectly content to explore. I was bold, yet also mature, and apparently, intelligent. I figured out how to read at a very early age, which wasn’t an easy feat. It took a bit of time – a few weeks. I think I was about three years old from what Breccan tells me about it. I learned how to write later, but still, I was an early reader. I know a lot of kids read early, so it really isn’t much of a feat. I’ve always been a discoverer, though; I prefer figuring things out for myself(more on this will likely come later). I don’t remember most of my early, early childhood, which is probably normal. What I do remember is being more or less raised by Rory, mostly due to the fact that my mom was constantly sick because of something- no one had really told me why, but she was sick, from what I remember. I barely knew her, and she barely knew me- I thought of my brother as a more fatherly figure, though I did wonder where dad was. When I was a curious, determined to figure out everything there was about the world 4 year old, there was a huge change with the dynamic of my family. Rory gained custody of me, and all of my other underage siblings. I was confused at first- of course Rory covered it up. He didn’t tell me the truth for a long while, that my mom was in rehab and that my dad was in jail. He waited to tell me until I was old enough to understand. After that, we moved to Northern England. It was nice there- I knew I liked the change in scenery. A few weeks later, however, Sloane left to travel the world, which I thought was really cool. My four year-old self was fascinated with hearing about the places that she went, and I missed her when she was gone. Conor, Breccan, and I were off to school, which I really did like. I was no longer stuck at home, bored out of my mind with nothing to do- I now had friends and was able to talk to other kids my age. I remember going to my first birthday party; I think I was scared about being alone for the first time, but it really was amazing. I’d never had a birthday party before due to the fact that previously, I’d lived in near-poverty with my mom. Things were different in every single way, and I liked it that way. For a few years, everything seemed like things were going as planned. Breccan and Conor had gone to Hogwarts, and it was just Rory and I at home. Things were nice- school was going well and we were both happy. He had a girlfriend, and I was excelling in maths and science. I’ve always been bad at writing and memorization, though calculations and thinking have always been my strong suit. I had friends – I’m still in contact with them during the holidays, though they don’t go to Hogwarts. I had aspirations that changed almost every week, one day I wanted to be a Healer, the next, an Auror. I’m sure Rory got used to it after a while, though I have changed since then. I’m waiting to announce what I want to do, until I really do know what I want to do. That being said, I definitely am closest to Rory. I always felt much safer around him than what I felt around Sloane or Tullie or even Breccan. He’s someone who I can trust- and one of the only people I can actually rant to without fearing for a breach of secrecy/someone blabbering on about what I just told them to someone else. I’m not someone who trusts very easily; it’s quite hard to gain my trust. I prefer ranting to things that can’t talk in places where no one else goes. I really hate opening up to others, too. It’s a risk that I just don’t want to take. I have a few friends here at Hogwarts that I think I can trust, but not too many. Just a few. When I went to Hogwarts, I admit- I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect, nor did I know if I could trust my siblings with their friends. I ended up sitting alone on the train over, which was fine- I was able to to read ahead on some of the material and get some questions to ask my professors. Some of the material just didn’t make sense, and I hate being unable to comprehend stuff. When we got to Hogwarts, I was completely silent to the kids in my year. I never spoke to them on the boat ride over due to the fact that I was terrified of whether I could trust them or not. The kid in my boat kept on trying to talk to me, but I ignored him. I didn’t want to talk to him anyways. I felt like the house that I was Sorted into was a good fit for me. I wasn’t sure at first if I fit into the House and if my Head liked me, but after a little bit, I came out of my shell. I did get lost a few times in the castle(it’s MASSIVE), though I always found my way and never accepted help from any of the prefects. I was determined to figure everything out for myself. It took me a few weeks, but I found my way around. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. Friends came later down the road, as did homesickness. Hogwarts just wasn’t the same as the comfortable home back in Northern England- Hogwarts didn’t have Rory waiting to hug me when I got back from school. It wasn’t the same. Some of my dormmates will swear that I cried myself to sleep a few nights, but I’ll completely denounce that fact. I don’t want people knowing that I did that- it’s completely embarrassing. I was only a kid, though. In the summer preceding third year, Rory told me the truth about our parents. At first, I thought he was lying, and I wasn’t exactly very pleasant to him for the rest of the day. When trying to fall asleep that night, I felt awful about what I’d done- and why would he lie to me any longer about it? I was mature by then, and he hadn’t lied to me in a while. I apologized and moved on, and have never really told many this information. It simply isn’t necessary to tell people that your parents were both addicts of some sort. In third year, I managed to completely ace Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration while failing History of Magic. It came as a shock to me- not the acing part, but the failing bit. I was always a good student, but I’d never failed a class. To say that I was heartbroken would have been a complete understatement. I cried often after hearing the news; simple mistakes would completely set me off. I couldn’t stand to make a simple mistake. It was then that I realized that I needed to work harder, even though I thought I was already working as hard as I possibly could. I barely hung out with anyone; becoming a serious student seemed the natural choice. After all, I knew that I wanted to be something important after I graduated. Failing an OWL terrified me, even though they were only two years away. My friends noticed and tried to get me out of the library, though I wouldn’t hear a word of it. After a little bit, though, I gave in. I stopped studying, though I continued to be sensitive towards little mistakes, such as forgetting an essay for Charms. I felt awful; I still remember it- I managed to hold back tears until I arrived in the bathroom. I never made Prefect. It just wasn’t my thing to go around telling people that they couldn’t do stuff and give them detentions- that was something that one of the other girls in my dorm could do much better than I could. I tried my hardest at school and studied to the best of my abilities for OWLs. My results were quite good, four O’s, ta few E’s, an A, and you guessed it- a P in History of Magic. I was upset, but not as upset as I was back when I’d failed it for the first time. With maturity came reasoning and logic, and I figured it wasn’t the end of the world that I’d only failed one subject, though it hit me hard for a little bit. Sixth year was a blur. I had my first boyfriend for two months, along with my first kiss, until he dumped me. That was also hard to deal with, but I got over it. Things happen- but moving on is the important bit. Bad things can happen, but you can still live. I studied hard and my grades at the end of the year were rather good. I’m still an overachiever and was slightly disappointed by the lower grades that I received, but I lived. Now that NEWTs are coming up, I think I’m ready for what comes next. I still have no idea what I actually want to do later on, but I’ll make my choice soon enough. I feel like this year is going to be amazing- I’m going to succeed and ace my NEWTs. |
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