Burbage, Charity Grace

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CHARITY GRACE BURBAGE [break]
GRYFFINDOR/SEVENTH YEAR

[attr="class","GGcontainer1temp1"] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] seventh year[break] [break] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] 35/16 [break] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] 9", Unicorn Tail Hair , Aspen [break] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ABILITIES [BREAK] OCCLUMENS [break] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] PATRONUS: ---N/A [break] [attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Laine Rogova

[attr="class","GGcontainer2temp1"][break][break] [attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] Charity at first glance is perplexing, she has all the potential to be stunningly beautiful but is safely contained behind a personality that honestly doesn’t give a crap what you think about her. Charity is just on the closing side of her gangly years. She is currently sporting the same hair style she sported when she first breeched that hollow hall of Hogwarts.[break][break] She at time can appear pigeon toed, in account that her grandmother took it upon herself to treat Charity’s bow legged stance with a quick spell that straightened out her legs in the most painful way imaginable. Sadly Charity now has to remember things like foot positioning so she won’t trip over her own feet. [break][break] Charity looks upon people with curious eyes she has a tendency to stare and make people un-comfortable, as they mistake curiosity for rudeness. She is quick to smile and laugh, and even quicker to make a comment that at makes people think that tact is not her strong suit. Charity has firm sense self and it shows even threw all her gangly splendor. [break][break] Charity has light honey blonde hair, that lightens in the summer, it frames her oval shaped face she has her father’s inquisitive Hazel eyes, that are green most of the time, those eyes at times make her look as mischievous as she actually is. Sadly it is those eyes that make it practically impossible to look innocent when she needs to look innocent and non-assuming. This occurs when she is face to face with her Head of House. She will attempt to lie but with a face that literally betrays you, she has proven to be a horrible liar. [break][break] Charity’s hair is normally in one of three styles.. [break][break] 1. Pulled up in a messy bun[break][break] 2. Braided in an ornate braid[break][break] 3. Hanging in messy waves[break][break] Her blonde hair is long hanging to about mid back length it normally is wavy but it could be charmed curly or sleek and straight; however it will be a rare occasion when that will occur. [break][break] Charity’s clothing appears to be ill-fitting, and in large part to her clothes she appears un-polished, or what some critics might call ‘sloppy’. Her clothes appear too large due to her disdain for actually trying on clothes, she tends to just wing it, and boy does it show so she buys a larger size, and sadly she still has yet to master a charm that could do alterations. After a dreadful attempt saw her loose a skirt in the middle of a class she decides to just let the ill sized uniform set where it sits.. So it is very typical for her to be seen with shirt tails exposed, which is something some professors get on to her about. [break][break] OUR HANDS GRIPPING EACH OTHER TIGHT[break][break] Charity is pushed hard academically by her mother, and she is a huge proprietor quiet sections of library. She is also know to break out a book during meals, and other social activities when she is bored, which annoys friends to no end. [break][break] Charity might seem soft spoken, and meek in all her awkward glory; however she is not one to cross she has little tact, and resulting from her lack of tact she does step on people’s toes. This has earned her a reputation for being both arrogant and at times condescending,. She is guilty of coming across as insulting, to friends who are sensitive. [break][break] She is very honest, and due to her obvious lack the social skills she finds b.s.to be difficult. Her inappropriate sense of timing and honesty has not always been received as well intended as she has meant for it to be. Charity is outspoken, and with her lack of tact she is not someone who is likely to hold her tongue, and treat people according to their family’s affiliation, she isn't a pureblood and she knows that her blood affliation was tarnished with in many pureblood's eyes when her mother was born a squib, she however was raised to believe that her blood is no better or worse than a muggle-born or that of a purest standing. She has offended a few people, and burnt her fair share of bridges which has earned her rather lengthy list of adversaries. [break][break] Charity is exceedingly competitive, being raised in an environment where she was rewarded for achievements it is only expected that she values victories, and loathes losing. This is evident in two places in the classroom, and on the pitch. This little girl likes to win, and if there is one place that she will show case some shred of reckless tendency it is on the pitch. [break][break] Charity is artistic and shows promise as a soloist in the school's choir, she has a firm appreciation for music but her choice in music at times concerns her father deeply as he prefers her to listen to solely Wizarding music instead of allowing muggle music to influence her taste, he is not a fan of their explicit nature and condoning attitudes towards sex,drugs. He however likes John Denver melodies, much to Charity's disdain. [break][break] Charity in spite of all her hard work is only slightly above average when it comes to her marks. She is not exceptionally bright, or anything of the sort. She has to work hard for the marks that she makes. Charity is mildly dyslexic, and at times (normally when rushed) will transpose important things like words or numbers. Her dyslexia is something she has yet to admit to, she tends to write it off as personal laziness. [break][break] A year ago she had a rather inappropriate dream about Sirius Black, and thanks in large part to her rather vivid imagination she still to this day has trouble making eye contact with him. Guys are perhaps Charity’s kryptonite she tends to be level-headed, until she comes into contact with a guy that she likes than whatever insecurities she might possess about herself multiply and take over the result is a mess of nerves that is more awkward and clumsy than a baby giraffe who is taking its first steps. [break][break] Charity continues a long tradition outside the watchful eye of her father and that is conducting minor experiments on inanimate objects experimenting with charms and spells sadly they have back fired a few times one of which flooded the dungeons she got away but a gaggle of boys from her house took the fall. She has the ability to be a nuisance if isn’t’ supervised as she has a blatant disregard for certain rules. [break][break] FEARS: THIS Defense against the Dark Arts is a least favorite subject She is not a big fan of reptiles but will tolerate the small ones that are cute. Okay anything that could be construed as borderline amphibian. However her biggest fears is still dog related.. That and making the same mistakes again.. [break][break] AMORTENTIA: Smell of fresh dutch caramel rolls (they remind her of home and Sunday mornings with her family) Fresh linen warmed by the sun Clove cigarettes (Smell of her dad) [break][break] BOGGART: One would think a large snake, would be her greatest fear.. Though Truthfully Charity is now afraid of most snakes they are not her Boggart.. The sorce of her Boggart is Werewolf.. Because when she was initially snatched she was surrounded by a pack and whom were only stopped from ripping her apart by Bellatrix Black who took her as a prisoner.. So even a long bay of a fore lone dog cause her to loose conscience.[ [break][break] Werewolves are sensitive subject for Members of Charity’s family, apparently a great uncle On Charity’s Mother’s side was killed by a Werewolf. So that side of the family has a very low tolerance of and very jaded view of Werewolves and half breed’s it has improved through the generations. [break][break] Charity’s grandmother was a noted sponsor for a majority of the laws that informed Werewolf Registry, A law that demanded that all werewolves and families with tarnished werewolf blood register with the Ministry so that they would be known and avoided in the wizarding community. It was her personal opinion that families whose lines had been infected by this particular tarnish needed to die out. A natural selection. [break][break] Charity’s Aunt made certain that Charity held a firm fear of Werewolves by telling her a frightening story as a child. This story had been in sort a fairy tale that is used to enforce prudence and chastity pride in one’s blood. The story went that a pure blooded respected witch feel in love un-benounced to a charming werewolf, The vicious werewolf was misleading in his wizarding status lying about several things one of which was that he was dangerous that he would never hurt her.. [break][break] They married and on their wedding night beneath the light of a full moon he turned and killed her violently on their wedding bed. [break][break] Where a teenager might be able to shrug off the visual concept for Charity’s sensitive mind it was a bit of a traumatic event that still to this day makes her very leery around lycans, though she has never once met one. [break][break] REDO: TO EXPLAIN HOW A WEREWOLF WAS THE ONE TO SNATCH HER.. (but didn’t end up being her worst fear..) [break][break] PATRONUS. Charity has yet to successfully conjure a patronus, She when she does try it normally a scattered sledge of mist that takes no particular shape. I don't think she has experienced a defining moment of happiness that would be suitable for a conjuring a spirit guardian. [break][break] HISTORY: Charity's Mother[break][break] Have you ever been an on-going disappointment, Galilea Artist Blishwick was born to this world a grievous disappointment. She was born the last chance to carry on the Blishwick linage she was born the sixth daughter of the then 52 year old Martha Eleanor Blishwick. To say that the Blishwick’s were hopeful for the birth of a heir was a understatement many felt that the Blishwick’s were reaping the rewards of a curse that they had on many occasions put upon others… But curses like those were meant to be little more than old wives tales. Yes curses mean little till you’re faced with the extinctions of our own linage, than words bare more meaning that a person could ever comprehend. [break][break] Sadly disappointment would not remain only the form of being born a girl, but also a being the youngest girl did have its complications, and early on her slow reactions to the world around her was written off as laziness it was not till she hit puberty did the vicious comprehension hit that she was indeed was lacking the ability to perform any magic. [break][break] At ten years of age Galilea thought her world had ended. She being non-magical born to a magical family was labeled a squib, and squibs were damage goods in a family like hers. Being a squib meant she had brought shame to her family, so in essence her existence was a she knowing that she was a stigma to her parents. [break][break] There wasn’t a day that passed that her father disappointment wasn’t plainly registered in every glance that turned her way, while her mother’s shame had manifested in acts of cruelty that touched upon physical, verbal and at times emotional. With Galilea’s mother the stress of being able to marry all her daughters, but for one that in her opinion would never be fit for marriage. Galilea’s mother dealt with the frustration of not being able to marry her youngest daughter off, by forcing Galilea to see the position that she had put her family in, coming face to face with her own limitations being left home during family event’s all her sisters being married off and only being able to attend the weddings of her younger sisters because there was simply no way of hiding what she was. [break][break] The worst of it in times she was passed off as hired help not even being accepted as a member of the family. Being told to lie about who she was because acknowledging her as a family member would only shame those who have done nothing.. All those times she had to lie about who she was eventually took their toll on Galilea who was planning on running of to join the muggle word figuring exiling herself would be less of a burden to her family. It was only in the returning of her sisters that she found her place in their world being able to serve them, and caring for their needs gave her a sense of purpose and worth. Eventually she learned to swallow her pride, and find contentment in allowing wedging a place among them as a sister even it meant being the source of their pity. [break][break] Galilea watched her sister’s one by one graduate a school she wanted to attend. She acknowledged that she was out growing her purpose in their world, watching them move on with her lives, as they married she realized that her place with them was more as a servant and that was something that many could now afford on their own. Her place with them as they grew into adults and started families of their own became more like charity case rather than a love one should feel for a sister, the younger ones being closest to her were the ones that still clung to a relationship that even their parents were arguably against Watching her sister that was only a year older marry Galilea realized she managed to be the only one that that seemed trapped in a some sort of cage where time didn’t interfere, the little girl she knew had grown into a woman her sister now a mother, while Galilea realized that that there was no happy ending in her future that her story ended with her staying stagnant, and feeling unless, remaining in that home watching her parent’s age, till the point that relief came when they no longer recognized the woman washing their hair, and wiping their bottoms. [break][break] Charity's Father History: Every man had an idea of what they would grow up to be when they reached adulthood. In Jameson’s mind he knew exactly what men were. He himself had a good example of what a man was because the man that father fathered him had been that startling example. So in Jameson’s mind he too would grow to be gallant, and handsome. He too would be brave, and smart. There was no question in his mind that he would be, he was a Burbage after all, and Pureblood names like his meant women should be bowing at the knee, he should have his pick. [break][break] Well that is how his father said it should be, and well that is the way pureblooded stories went. It had always been that simple. Pureblooded boy meets pureblooded girl they marry and have produce beautiful babies. That is what he was raised to think and expect he had no idea that reality plays its own bit of wickedness. [break][break] Jameson did begin to taste the cruel nature of reality when he at forty eight found himself still un-married. This meant that he was well past the point where a man could call himself a bachelor, he had tap danced into a role of hermit. There was nothing sexy about living in his ancestral home running a shop that had been passed down through the family. [break][break] Watching friends move on with their lives join family, further bloodlines he had thought nothing would matter more to him than marriage to the right woman so they could continue on the nobility and purity pass down through their children. Sadly he wasn’t the prized catch he thought himself to be. Reality was a good name linked with a face that could scare the dead, and as he grew older that face did no favors in attracting the females. [break][break] Jameson Ernest Burbage told himself the lie that many men in his position tell themselves. Who needs them?, That lie got Jameson threw the next two decades of singleton, and by his forties Jameson realized that his ways have gotten him nothing, his arrogance had paid nothing not in family, wealth, honor. Truly all his callous ways had earned him little more than a worthy name to put on a grave. [break][break] How is a Halfblood is born from two purebloods. IT was a question Charity answered a lot in her youth.. To those willing to listen they were told the story of how her mother, and father met. [break][break] MORE HISTORY [break][break] It was rare occasion when Galilea was allowed to leave the family home. Normally she was only allowed to leave the family home when in the company of one or more family members, or at the very least a house elf. That didn’t mean the squib would occasionally weasel her way out, she would take every chance to steal away from that cage that she offered. [break][break] She had no way of knowing that freedom would find to her in the form of a man that reminded her greatly of her father (someone she had grown to despise) she was only 23 when she first met Mr. Burbage. Their first meeting did not give any inkling that she face to face what would become the true love of her life. If anything it had all the ingredients of another ordinary day, it was in the process of sifting through turnips roots looking for choice cuts that she could bring home to her family. When it happened that rare occasion when someone would speak. [break][break] The random conversation was started off on a rather awkward subject. The relieving of one’s bowels Mr. Burbage a man she had known from her occasional jaunts to his place of establishment was now talking to her about using Turnip roots in a potion that he used to relieve his constipation, she in turn suggested including prunes in his diet as the prunes seemed to have helped her mother’s bowels. [break][break] It was just a spot meeting one which she was chastised for later when her sister heard from a friend that Galilea was seen talking to Mr. Burbage. Strangely enough all chastising about bring the family shame because a squib was bothering a pureblooded wizard had ended the next day. Her parents and sisters were treated to miracle this wizard who was noted for his dismal cut throat nature dismayed them all when he gushed, and glowed over Galilea when he came to call on her. Though Jameson’s persistent nature told her two things. First that his near sighted eyes were as weak as his knees, and the second that his ill fitted clothes was as in poor judgment as his information about her situation. It was evident that he thought her a regular Blishwick like her sisters magical and talented. [break][break] Mr. Burbage was very eager to obtain a wife, particularly one that was half his age, pretty with a decent name. Who seemed to very content to focus on his aliments of health, he was taken by her compassionate nature, and eagerness to please. He was more focused on her pleasing smile, than he was checking her credentials were in order, and her parents did nothing to stop the misunderstanding on her abilities. The nuptials were quick, and very low key for obvious reasons The Blishwick family were attempt to smuggle a squib on to some older bachelor. [break][break] The truth came out, quickly enough exact a week into their marriage when she was taken to Ollivander’s to purchase a replacement wand after hers was supposedly misplaced. The store was filled with children no doubt getting their first wand ready to go to Hogwarts to start the term. Galilea knew she was about to be humiliated publically for not only not being a witch, but lying to her husband of seven days. [break][break] The moment came and she lowered her head and pushed the wand he held out for her to take, in an agonized cry she admitted what she was, and in the stirs of gasps and the horror of her husband’s eyes she fled out of the store crying into the busy street Diagon Alley. [break][break] She didn’t get further than same turnip barrel that was outside of Slug and Jiggers Anthropecary in which they met when her husband’s hard grasp found her elbow, he whipped her around and hissed at her his dark tone scaring her making her fall backwards so that only keeping her up right was the hold on her arm. [break][break] Desperate she whispered that she was sorry, that she was so very sorry. Her large green eyes whipping around taking in the various faces that were looking upon their scene with curiosity that was addictive. His words were harsh calling her what she was a Squib, broken a liar all thing she was clearly. Till and when he grabbed her chin and forced her glance to his and demanded the answer to once simple question (Why?) She said the only thing that came to mind. [break][break] “I loved you. “ It had been a lie, one she regretted almost instantly, because she knew she had lied to him again. However the moment his eyes softened, and his grip pulled her to him and he cradled her gently folding her into his embrace. Her lie became a truth because this supposedly cruel man showed her something her own family could not. He had shown her acceptance in her to her was the most humiliating flaw. From that moment on Galilea did not flinch in her husband’s touch, or blush and resist in his most embarrassing embraces, she in turn became what she was meant to be, his devoted wife. [break][break] Infancy of a Taintedblood: Charity Grace Burbage was born ten years almost to the day of her parents nuptials on November 25, 1961 and from the moment she entered the world she was her father’s little girl. She proved alert and curious about the world around her so the moment she figured out how to hold up her head and get on all fours and crawl, she was formidable force to be reckon with. However there was one in the household that proved to despise lil Charity. [break][break] Charity acquired her first true arch nemesis at the ripe old age of three days old. She was not by any stretch of an imagination a bad child, special child, or an overly un-attractive child. What she was doing though to acquire a nemis?, Un aware to Charity Galilea Burbage she was interceding on what Mr. Tibbs’s construed as his territory. [break][break] Up till the time Charity’s mom gave birth to her little bald, green eyed daughter. Mr. Tibbs’s was love and joy of Mrs. Burbage’s life, baring that of her charming fifty two year old husband, who to Mrs. Burbage’s disdain used the word F-word incisively, normally while he was that shop he managed with his cousin, or bringing home little treasures of that lovely shop he owned in Knockturn Alley (Ye Olde Curiosity Shop). [break][break] Mr. Tibb’s was the one treasure that Charity’s mother (Galilea) had been permitted to take from her old home, when she married, and moved in with Jameson Burbage. Mr. Tibbs was a wedding gift of sorts, a Siamese cat whose linage rivaled that of the Galilea Blistwick. Sadly that was the only thing that was extraordinary about Mr. Tibbs was that the Siamese cat was inbreeded to the point that his eyes crossed even more than a normal Siamese cats. He was also anti-social, a known biter, hisser and would on varied occasions would take to pee’ing in the living room’s potted plants making everything that was planted there die within days. [break][break] Little did Charity know that this first battle of territory was under way long before she made her grand debut into the world? Mr. Tibbs had already started his personal war for the precious space that was the back bedroom that over looked the garden. [break][break] You can’t really blame a cat, having his lounging space slowly converted into a nursery so that now every inch of it turn a foreign shade of pink that it was insulted it was garish to the near color blind Mr. Tibbs who was still having issues embracing his masculinity because he was neutered. [break][break] Charity didn’t realize it was a war, how could she when she was just an infant, so it was with a blissful ignorance that she lay on her stomach staring at the cat that was staring back at her with the upmost loathing. She in her innocent mind only saw a fuzzy brow gray shaped thing that stood out amongst background of pink. [break][break] But as she grew that fuzzy thing became cat shaped, and when she got old enough to crawl she realized she could follow it. So most of Charity’s first year was spent in various forms of chase. She was just beginning the chase of Mr. Tibbs, Cornering Mr. Tibbs behind the sofa where he was too fat to squeeze under, or being rescued from said enraged cat by exasperated mother, only to begin the processes all over again. This vicious battle of wills came to a bitter end when Charity was two and half and she had cornered that cat behind a big bag of potatoes in the pantry, That cat hissed and reared up and she slammed her chubby little food down in its pink sandle and told that fat kitty .. “No Bad titty “[break][break] Next thing she knew she was wearing an irate ball of fur that was scratching every square inch that it could touch. It was her screams that brought her panicked Mother who opened the door Charity rolled out bloody with cat screaming “its got me.. Its going to eat me Mummyyy” Her mother pried Mr. Tibbs off her little girl thinking that the cat’s attack would have taught her spirited daughter to not annoy the cat, sadly mixture of apple juice, oatmeal and cat attack was too much for Charity’s tummy, in next moment her mother and Mr. Tibb’s was wearing Charity’s breakfast, Mr. Tibbs even after two baths still smelled of apple juice for a good month. [break][break] That cat tills its passing when Charity was 7 held a huge disdain for Charity hissing and striking out at her feet if she got to close to him, normally her entrance signaled his departure he simple refused to share a room with the little with her. She has never really bonded well with cats and it is rather strange that she has a cat as her pet at Hogwarts. Thacher a striped Russian Coon cat with a stub tail, owns her. Litterally that is their relationship she simply gives him ample love, and attention and ooh's and ahhh's over him, and he hisses and growls after about twenty minutes of affection in which he normally scampers off to go make a nuisance of himself in the owlery, so far Thatcher has been the suspect of one Owl fatality which he is currently on probation so Charity has taken to bribing friends to squirt Thatcher if they catch him in the owlery.. Something he rewards her sweaters for if she leaves them piled on her trunk. [break][break] Charity continued to grow into a charming little toddler the scratches left by Mr. Tibbs where really the only scars that wounded her physically. However leave it to family to really leave the big nasty scars on a person emotional being, Her family played a huge role in her life, her father’s side for whatever reason were simply more accepting of her. Her Grandmother lavished her with the love a grandmother should. [break][break] There was no mention of blood around her Grandmother Prim it as simply treated as a taboo subject not one her father tolerated or one that her Grandmother was eager to approach. With the Burbage’s it was only just a select few who would come to see her, She was told that she had extended family that included cousin’s such but they were difficult to embrace and her father only let her know that he would only allow those who could treat her respectfully come into their home, which is why she only saw her Grandmother, and never her Grand Father. [break][break] Her Mother’s side of the family was a consistent source of tension, they were always quick to remind her mother of what she was. This naturally got a quick reaction from Jameson who on occasion ordered them to leave on the spot. Her mother feeling guilty watching family members being ordered to leave would eventually be left to cry. [break][break] Never liking to watch a woman cry Mr. Burbage feel dreadfully guilty, but that is how it would go for a bit. Naturally Charity learned to despise holiday’s that brought un-necessary stress, because of the way she felt in presence of her mother’s family. She knowing that her mother’s family felt it was their right to make her mother feel bad did not set well in Charity’s childlike mind.. In her mind everyone was supposed to be nice, and behave. [break][break] Sadly forcing Charity to endure the presence of people she didn’t like turned out to be bad because Charity would behave badly in front of her mother’s side of the family, or on occasions ignore them. Which they quickly wrote off to her tainted squib blood, which outraged her father greatly. Her mother although was quick to remind her that even if she wasn’t magical like her father she was still loved. However Charity proved her mother, and her mother’s family wrong at the ripe old age of five. [break][break] . Finding ones power: [break][break] The large neon blue plastic tub fit perfectly between her chubby little hands. Large curious eyes read over the lid and her brow feathered at the strange bubble writing. She knew how to read small words things like Rat’s new hat, and fat cat sat on rug, those were words she recognized at five; however the bubble letters on that lid were rather large, and it was giving her a bit of trouble with sounding out. [break][break] ”Bay.._ B... Bay.. Bayrre- L “[break][break] “nooo remember small a’s like apple, and small e’s like egg. Ohhhhh and little L’s are like La la” She whispered to herself remembering that her mother had the hearing of a bat and could hear even the slightest of wrong doing. [break][break] “Ba…. ba..barrrrr.. Barrel.” Reading the label a few more times Charity pondered if she was still reading it right. What the heck is a bar-rel ?" She thought to herself. [break][break] Frowning shook it again, the contents of that small plastic tub answered with a curious rattle. In Charity’s young mind rattling meant one thing and one thing only. C-A-N-D-Y. She studied the label again still a bit confused about the contents.. She would go down the stairs, and simply ask her mum about it but the problem with that was she was not suppose pick things up off the street, much less next to a garbage pail on Kingsbury street.. [break][break] It’s got a monkey on it. It’s got to be neat, if it has a monkey on it. [break][break] She studied it again as the thought came to her mind that perhaps there were a bunch of little monkeys stuck in there.. Staving for bananas, and other monkey food.. [break][break] “ohhhh nooo little monkeys I’ll get you out, Hang on. I’m sorry I shook you all around in there.” Charity whispered urgently at the lid.. [break][break] She tried twisting the lid but it would not budge. She sat on the barrel and tried to pry off the lid which did nothing other than turn the tips of her fingers red, ten minutes later she had an old shoe lace lassoed around the lid, and tied to her door to pop the sucker off.. Sadly that idea was better thought out in her head; because all she accomplished after six tries was getting her mother to scream up from the kitchen to stop slamming her doors. [break][break] Things had just become dire for Charity cause in her little five-year old mind there were Monkey’s dying in that blue barrel, so desperate times called for desperate measures she closed eyes and whispered the same words she heard her very capable mother say with use of her father’s wand.. “Open” She felt it give just a little bit..“Open” She felt the lid slid out of her hand which she was proud of, however that moment of pride as quickly replaced with dread as she watched the blue lid in frisbee type fashion shatter her bed room window and spin out into the wild blue yonder. [break][break] She watched it as it landed on the roof of their barn. Charity was not aware of the fact that the sound of shattering glass might concern her mother, till her mother and father was in her door way a floating caldron in tow. The event of her first magical experience would have worth celebrating had it not been for the fact that she saw what all that hard work was worth, as she dumped the contents of that blue barrel out on the floor. She had been expecting miniature live monkeys so when she saw those plastic things (that did not even look like monkey’s as they had no fur and they were YELLOW like Lemons) fall out of the blue barrel she was more than just disappointed she was furious. [break][break] “THIS IS IT?? “[break][break] Tainted and Surviving within Hogwarts[break][break] The safe confounds of Hogwarts has seen that Charity is thriving, growing into herself and learning to embrace others, her life consists studies, quidditch, and the continued pursuit of who she is and what role she will play in the world. [break][break] In her first year Charity was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff, her father note on the subject consisted of well perhaps you will be the one chance it has to be honorable, be Brave Charity the house you have been sorted into in my year housed some of the most ridiculous people I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. This note of course confused her greatly but her mother's note did shine a bit of light on the subject.. Apparently she had been sorted into her father's houses rival and he had hoped she would have been sorted into Ravenclaw. [break][break] It is upon her first few classes that Charity realized that life would not be easy. Just because the classes in her new school were exceedingly different from the way the way that her mother taught her at home did not mean that they would be easier. [break][break] Charity home schooled was pushed hard by her mother to succeed so when Charity started attending Hogwarts she had a basic knowledge of the fundamentals of her classes. Sadly that did not mean that she would naturally excel. Truth is with things like Charms, and Transfiguration she truly struggled, transfiguration that landed her in the infirmary for the first time. She was fine in changing colors of acorns, and doing minor changes. [break][break] However when she attempted to transform a Spitting Tree Frog into a pepper Mill she lost focus, and only half transformed it. She watched in horror as it hopped around obviously distressed, and its reaction defense was to spit, well half transformed or not it had remarkable aim. Charity was blind for a week, and that first year saw her in the infirmary a second time two months following when she lost her holding during her flying class, and ended up going over the Handle and dislocating her shoulder. [break][break] Her second year she began to get the hang of Transfiguration making decent marks, sadly she also learned that growing things on the Families farm had nothing to do with growing things in the Herbology Greenhouses, some of the plants made Charity uncomfortable, and freak accident when attempting to prune a Flutterby Bush that was in midst of its hundred year flower. She not knowingly angered it, and was hospitalized for a third time after it choked her. The incident was a bitter-sweet realization as she realized that might not have the green thumb she had hoped for but it made her aware that she was not as detested as she had once thought that did have a few friends, and a few was better than none. [break][break] Her third year another milestone was met, the late bloomer finally bloomed which meant the burning of the training bra. She also tried out for her Quidditch team and was quickly placed as the equipment polisher. It was embarrassing at first but she realized that her desire to play would be useful in manipulating her way into a few personal training sessions by the few die hard Quidditch players who on rainy days would literally play with anyone. [break][break] Class wise she got tutored for Herbology, and improved her marks. Just as she began to do well in herbology a new class seemed to pop up in her place to be her downfall.. Care of Magical Animals, was by far her least favorite class it is in this class that she found the ruthlessness of childish pranks she was told that Gurdyroot works as a Doxy repelled, the result was the week-long infirmary visit due to the head to toe rash caused from the Gurdyroot lotion she had brewed up, and the Doxy bit to her rear end because apparently the Doxy she was tending to saw the Gurdyroot lotion as a delectable dressing for Charity. [break][break] Charity also received her privileges to visit Hogsmeade but lost them after the second time when she had gotten lost and followed the wrong trail and was caught wandering the forbidden forest. This resulted in a Howler from home from her outraged mother whose rant caused owls to retreat from the Great Hall in by any which means. [break][break] Forth year saw Charity make the quidditch team as the teams’ keeper, and the team's seeker position, which was celebrated by purchase of a new broom, and her pet owl. She still struggles with her care of magical animal’s class being she is nervous of some of the animals. Charity throws herself into her studies, and quidditch. Her social and romantic life took a back burner virtually forgotten outside of maintaining her small circle of close friends. Two weeks before the end of year Charity spots Sirius Black shirtless and is forever altered by means of hormones which make short work of making life uncomfortable around the boy whom she never had an issue with. [break][break] Fifth Year is plagued by hormones the friendships she had with members of the opposite sex is tested by feeling that are not reciprocated. It is a non-stop awkward horri-feast for Charity. It started with rather noticeable gawking at Sirius Black. It ended with large assortment laughter from Sirius’s friends when she ended up threatening him an inch of his life, when he started rumors that he did a lot more than just kiss her. It was a bleak start to romance, and it only continued as a constant tragic story. For Charity it just seemed like a non-stop walk train of un-reciprocated romances. Rejection is a constant feeling that she endures. It is during this time she befriends a Slytherin by the Name of Severus Snape… It starts with tutoring of potions, they bond over their disdain of Sirius Black.. Nothing seems to bring people together quicker like a common enemy. It is in large part because of that newly formed friendship with Severus Snape and he becomes that dire motivator in studies and athletics. It is thanks to her renewed focus on her academics she manages to score O’s and E’s on her O.W.L. exams. Her parents are beyond thrilled. [break][break] Sixth Year it is evident that war is well on its way to the wizarding, Charity notice that the atmosphere of the school has changed. The tension is not just between various student groups, but it is more noticeable among the professors, and the adults. The fear and intensity is almost palatable in the school, it is noticeable in the classrooms where even the more jovial professors rarely tease and joke where they struggle for control, and the most current quote among all adults’ lips ‘is remain calm’. Outside of the school things are not much better. Danger is literally everywhere for people like her. The outlook is bleak for those with tainted blood. There are choices and each wield disastrous consequences, but Charity always being one to focus on the positive she hangs on to hope that there will be peace. Sadly with friends and good people disappearing, and watching fights breaking out among staff the students are left to their own devices which means complete and absolute anarchy, and many at the mercy of the cruel nature of a few. Cruelty didn’t come from just the snakes either in those times it was a dog eat dog world where only the strong seem to survive. It is during those dark times that she pushes towards those she considers close friends. She then begins to harbor feelings for Severus Snape whom she knows can’t return her affections. [break][break] Seventh Year and the start of some horrible years ahead… Her Seventh year is a horrible year, by far the worst of her existence, not only has Severus apparently turned his back on her but has apparently joined sides with the a man who is what she considers as a zealot of pureblood supremacy. During this time she is under pressure from her father to join him underground till finally he shuts down the shop and only working the shop in America, he fears for her safety, and pressure her to leave Hogwarts and join him in safer more civil places. Though rumors of Severus turning coat on the Order circled, she remained defensive of him. Going to Albus directly when it was rumored that he had joined the army of he who would not be named... Charity’s lingers desperate for word of his safety, wanting detail of his location so she can talk sense to him. During this time she builds deep resentment for Lily and James Potter whom she blames for Severus abandonment. To prideful to acknowledge the fact that Severus simply didn’t care for her the way he did Lily. She didn’t know his intentions, and she was deeply hurt when the death of James and Lily brought Severus back to the Order.. Though most didn’t trust his intentions Charity was perhaps one of the select few that knew of Severus grudge against the one that murdered Lily.[break] Where their friendship was tainted with knowledge that she was never enough for him she did put her faith his loyalty to a man whom she knew he respected. She stood up for him against those who spoke unjust of him.. Charity was there with Dumbledore when he faced charges though she kept a distance but supported him.. It was because of his involvement with the Order that she opted not to join taking a more behind the scenes position in the fight.. Being a person who would help stash those who were in danger… During the late nineties Charity worked with the ministry to help stash people who whom the Ministry deemed needing of assistance.. Charity would teach them the rules of blending in to the Muggle Society; she would help them find jobs. And help them blend in, and disappear into the Muggle world.. [break][break] Life at Hogwarts as a Professor and Death..[break][break] In the Eighties after the disappearance of Voldermort things quieted down the position that Charity had with the Ministry was no longer needed. Dumbledore offered her a position as a muggle studies professor which she was quick to pick up, not realizing that she would be returning to Hogwarts with Severus, it was something Dumbledore purposely left out because he knew she would refuse the position. [break] She found out that Severus was teaching when told by Minerva who felt it was her duty to tell Charity that Severus was being brought in to teach potions.. Charity at first was in raged and refused to attend any and most dinners it took nearly 3 years for them to have a civil interaction, but as time went all past hurts were forgiven (though not forgotten) slowly she began to talk to Severus again and risk hurting her heart by rekindling her friendship. Within a year she was helplessly hooked like she was before same as before loving a man who could not love her. [break][break] Her love of Severus would prove fatal for Charity it was a note telling her that he was in danger that pulled her out of hiding.. She went to returned to Hogwarts not knowing that others whom were part of staff would alert snatchers to her appearance, in the end she was taken by a few who existed in Fenir pack in the outskirts of dark forest . Her last moments where spent in agony and humiliation and she died thinking the man she loved betrayed her. [break][break] KEY FACTS ABOUT RESSECTION [break][break] Charity was an experimental Resurrection taken place before Sirius.[break][break] Though she looks young she has the full capabilities of a witch working at an adult advance level.[break][break] Charity might look sweet and innocent but she is not the same as she was when she was when she was sixteen she is not that naive she is more confident, and more daring than she was in her youth because she knows she has to be to survive. Due to this she was sorted into Gryffindor which not only irritated the hat but caused it to have a 30 minute debate with itself on.[break][break] She is not the soft spoken peace keeper she once was; death has been a good teacher of reality.[break][break] Her talent for Occlumency is not some she brags about, it normally is only used in an act of defense. She is still a strong believer in peaceful reactions to attack so those who are believes in defense of the dark arts still find her maddening to deal with..[break][break]

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