I am referred to as Sparrow, Arrow, Birdy, Airry, Row, Dannie, Trinity, Trini, Tina, Tiny, ect.
I am 16 years old.
I am barely 5 feet tall.
My house is Ravenclaw.
I ride a Firebolt
and I play as a beater for Ravenclaw, naturally.
I looove Having my place among my friends; The occasional prank that I'm infamous among a few for; flying on my broom stick and playing beater in quidditch... there's nothing more freeing, really. I'm also fond of bandannas, which has caused some of my friends to call me Dannie, now and then. Coming up with new spells, sometimes. Oh, and my favorite element is air (in case you were wondering.).
But I hate Feeling caged in; feeling insecure; being talked down to; People thinking that I'm not up to the usual par on Ravenclaw-wit, just because I have ADHD. People pre-judging me in general.
I act as such: Much like her favorite element, air, Sparrow tends to be a major airhead. She tends to think a little too well of everyone around her, trusting people without any real reason to, sometimes. If you try to intimidate her, she'll just sit there and smile, taking your threats in stride while simply replying as if you were her friend. It's nearly impossible to upset her, but when you do, her first reaction is to try to escape. Problems, to her, make her feel like she's caged in. Fighting with her friends is like torture; fighting with other people, though... is like a game to her. And while she can be flighty, Sparrow's also exceptionally stubborn. When she doesn't want something, she won't accept it. When she does want something... watch out, because she will find some way to get it, no matter what. It's hard to get her to hate you, though, unless you do something to hurt one of her friends or just outright start provoking her.
Though she tends to be optimistic, Sparrow is quite self conscious.If her friends seem upset or annoyed around her, she'll worry that she caused it- whether she has any reason to or not. And, though she tends to be very open and appears carefree, at times, she watches her own actions more carefully then you would guess. She can be loud and crazy, like the winds of a storm, or she could be as calm and peaceful as a gentle breeze. Sometimes she's as hard to predict as it is to predict how the wind will blow. Her ways are far from orthodox, and often times her plans are thought out too much in advance- so much so that they are often hard to go through with or sometimes even remember. She's much like her element in many respects, including her hidden desire for mischief (much like how wind someties just wants to ruffle your hair, or blow it in your face to annoy or tickle you). This is likely where her habit to occasionally prank an unsuspecting, innocent student that just happened to step into one of her little jokes. They're rarely very serious or harmful, though- she'd never want to make any enemies over a misplaced explosive...
I am bisexual
Obviously, I'm a Girl.
Allow me to spin my tale... I was born in France. Simple, no? Well, maybe not quite that simple. My parents were purebloods who were quite prominent in Paris's wizarding society. I grew up among the rich and powerful (almost literally, in some cases), until the age of seven. It as then that my parents , under the notion that I could get a better education as a witch, when the time came, here in Britain rather than back home. I didn't object- after all, it would be an adventure; something new to experience.
I had already been taught a bit of English, when I was little, but not much. so, for the next few years, my parents made sure that I learned as much as possible, so it would be easier when I finally arrived at Hogwarts. It wasn't too hard, I suppose. I mean, I speak English very fluently, by now. I've even been told that my accent is hardly noticeable! (Though, some claim that they still can't understand a word I'm saying. Most likely, they were just kidding, though. I think...)
My first year went fairly well; I was put in Ravenclaw, despite the fact that I've had to take medicine for ADHD since I was 9, and still sometimes can't focus to save my life. When it has really counted, though, my focus has been no issue. Like quidditch. From the first day that they taught us how to fly, to the day in second year when I became a beater for Ravenclaw, my house, to today, where I'm in my sixth year and still have an amazing arm.
Growing up, my parents never allowed me to be spoiled, despite the company we tended to keep. Sure, I would dress up, be a perfect, polite little lady, and play the part whenever asked to... but I never liked that, very much. In fact, to this day, it still takes a lot of begging or something really special for me to even don almost anything formal. I'm what you could call a girly-tomboy, who would rather do anything but upset her friends, or relive my days as the 'perfectly polite daughter.' Really; anything. I have a reputation, among some, as a prankster, among others as kind of a tough girl, and among fewer as the girl with ADHD. All of which are far better than being the pretty-prissy-polite-Ms. Perfect; no lie. I'd rather be hit with one of my bludgers (And I've heard that that hurts pretty badly, too...)
Besides all that, I suppose I'm just the girl with an oddly large collection of bandannas (237, just in my trunk here. At home... I didn't even bother to keep counting). I suppose that that's the only thing my parents ever did to spoil me; it was really the only thing I was interested in, back in Paris. Whenever I saw one that I liked, I would beg my parents to let me get it until they'd cave. By now, they just send me two allowances a month. One is fairly small, for supplies for school that I may need to replenish, the other for bandannas- and I'm almost ashamed at how much it is, especially with how fast it goes. But we all have our weaknesses, right?
