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Ophelia Penrose

Just let me be me is all

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a character in “Expelliarmus!”, as played by Broken_Storm

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My name is Ophelia Leigh Penrose

But you can call me Ophie

I guess I'm proud to be a full blood

I was born 16 years ago

I'm currently in my fifth year

The Sorting Hat placed me in Gryffindor

I play as a Seeker in our House Team and I joined 3 years ago.

My wand is a wondrous 10 1/4" willow with a Unicorn tail hair core.

My favorite subjects are Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration

I am taking the following Transfiguration ,CMC, Charms, Astronomy, Potions, Divination, History of magic, arithromancy, herbology, acient runes, astronomy

I am currently single and I have yet to find someone that likes me

People tell me I am a bit of an oddball, I do find fun in the most randomness things. Some people don't believe I have a mean bone in my body, but their wrong I can be mean but I choose not to, I bury those feelings down deep inside me. I may seem a bit spacey at times but that is just because I am listening to everything that is going around me. Whenever I find myself in a group of people I most likely be the one to talk about random things and sometimes go on small tangents and I am one to have a hard time staying on topic. I am one of the loveable and caring people at Hogwarts, I try to get along with most people and the ones that either don't like me or make fun of me I try to stay away from them. I dislike confrontation, it makes me anxious and Id rather not be in that sort of situation. I do like to help others in anyway I could, if someone is hurt I will try to help them as best I can, if a younger student is getting picked on I will stick up for them. I can be rather stubborn at times, my mother said I should have been born a red head, when I choose something I stick to it and its hard for anyone to change my mind. I am actually pretty smart, I do like most of my classes and I understand thing pretty easily. I have tutored many other students in the past and I think that is how many people know me plus being the seeker of Gryffindor.

When it comes to relationships I am clueless, yes you are probably thinking sixteen and not been in a relationship? Well the thing is I am sorta confused, I am not sure if I like boys...I have taken a liken to girls but no one knows this and not sure if I will be telling anyone.


I really enjoy doing these kind of things spending time with animals, exploring Hogwarts, reading, writing

Ugh, I'm only doing this because I have to Potions and Ancient Runes

I detest people picking on people younger then them, the color pink, potions, rudeness,

I brought Syke , my kitten, to keep me company this year.
Picture of Syke

Let me tell you a little something about myself I was born to my madre, Colette and my papa, Ross. I am the eldest child of three, I have a younger brother, Ryley, that just turned eleven and will be coming to Hogwarts this year and I have a younger sister, Kindle, that is fourteen that also goes to Hogwarts and she is in her third year. I have lived in a small cottage in the country, my madre and papa both went to Hogwarts when they where kids.

When I was eleven I got the letter from Hogwarts and soon found myself headed there. When it came to the sorting hat my Madre was a Hufflepuff and my father was Gryffindor. When the sorting hat was put on my head it wasn't sure at first what house I should be put in but it chose Gryffindor and I was happy with the choice. My first year most people didn't pay attention to me, I kept to myself and made a couple friends. When my second year came around I tried out for the seeker and was given the position, that is when people started to notice me.

Over the years I have dealt with kids not liking me much because I stick up for kids that can't stick up for themselves. I have my eyes on a couple girls that I think are cute but I never would tell them...I don't think. I like to write everything down in a journal I have, it helps me relieve any sort of stress I am going through. I have met a few people that I like and really have gotten to know and become good friends with, hope this year will be another good one.

So begins...

Ophelia Penrose's Story

Ophie was sort of excited, another new year at Hogwarts. She got onto the train with her siblings but split up once inside, she knew her brother was nervous but she told him he would be fine and if anything happens just come to her. During the train ride she read a book holding Syke in her lap and didn't communicate that much, saying hello to a few of her friends but other then that it was like Ophie wasn't even there. As they finally made it to Hogwarts she went to the sorting ceremony because she wanted to see what house Ryley got into. So far both Kindle and her got into Gryffindor, she was thinking most likely Riley be put into Hufflepuff but when they called his name and the sorting hat put on his head it yelled out Gryffindor. While she was there she looked around for her friend from Slytherin but couldn't find her

She was excited and proud of Riley, that night she went on a walk before having to go back to the commons. She was holding Syke in her arms, during her walk she was sure she saw what looked like a big dog but she thought maybe it was her imagination. Finally going back to the commons she spent sometime with the other Gryffindors, some she couldn't stand some she could but she acted like she got along with everyone. She didn't understand why some people are mean to others, it didn't make sense to her at all.

The next morning she woke up with Syke asleep on her head, something the little cat always did. She got up, got her uniform on and made sure her bed was made and nothing was out of place. Once she was set she left the room with Syke following by her feet, she made her way through the halls and to the great hall. She looked over the tables and saw a few faces that she recognized at the Ravenclaw table. One she noticed was Iseul, he was one of the more quiet ones, then there Theresea, she didn't know the girl to well just knew of the girls sisters, then there was Gabriel, someone she respected because of how he stood up for a young slytherin girl once.

Taking a seat near the end of the table she picked up Syke, putting him right next to her on the bench then grabbing some food for herself. Hearing Riley's voice behind her she looked up and saw him walking near her with a couple other guys, they where all chatting when Riley stopped near her.

"Hey Sis a few of my friends want to meet you" Riley said and looked at her with pleading eyes.
Ophie smiled and was glad Riley was making friends "Well sure why not, I am glad your fitting in" she dealt with this when Kindle started so it wasn't new to her.
"Well this is Roddie, Mac, and Stary" Riley pointed to each of the kids then looked at his friends "this is my sister Ophie, Seeker of Gryffindor". All the kids greeted her and gave her compliments then went on there way to the other end of the table.

Ophie looked down to Syke and shook her head then fed him some food before slowly eating some for herself. After a few minutes Syke jumped from her lap and ran over to a big cat that was next to Iseul and tried to play with the bigger cat. She shook her head putting her silverware down and went over "Im sorry Syke gets excited when he sees other cats" she said to Iseul, a soft tone to her voice as she tried to get the kitten that was running around the bigger cat.

Isuel had finished eating, his silverware and plate neatly stacked, much unlike his peers, who, even with their pureblood ways, still had dirty piles of dishes sloppily stacked. Isuel, while he didn't have OCD or anything of the sort, hated sloppiness. He got that from his mother, who did have OCD, and taught him how to clean after himself at only age five. Even eleven years later he was still a neat freak.

Whenever he and Tandoori shared a room, his side was immaculately cleaned while Tandy's side was like a Thestral's nest. He shook his head, clearing all thoughts of Tandy. That was home and he wasn't there. Neither was Isuel but that was beside the point. He almost missed the other boy's soft snores as he slept and the near silent rustles as he tossed and turned. He remembered the prank wars, pillow fights and all the secrets shared between them.

Shaking his head again, he opened his tomb and went back to reading, his mind fully absorbed in the words, as ugly and bias as they may be. To Isuel, and his entire family, knowledge, and magic, were all they could be. There was no "dark" and "light", only power. He smiled and touched the heir's ring on his hand, the Spanish inscription saying just that. So learn he would, he swore as he dived back into the book. As he continued to read, he learned that Lord Voldemort himself had that as a lesson. The irony, he thought somewhat cruelly, angry at a dead monster for taking his family motto and corrupting it with his failure.

Unbeknownst to Isuel, Cotton was being pestered by a small kitten. The large dog sized cat had half the mind to squish the kit under his forepaw. So he did. As the kit ran in front of him, his paw landed straight on the kit's back, flattening it but never hurting it. Then he let up and let the kit run more before repeating this action. His stump of a tail swishing behind him as he straight up pounced on the kitten, pinning it to the floor before releasing it and laying on his side. He looked up at his master and let out series of high pitched chirps, sounding more like a bird than a cat.

That shocked Isuel out of his book induced coma and he looked up at a girl. Ophelia Penrose, his mind supplied helpfully. He wondered what she was talking about when he remembered that Ophelia had a small kitten with her. He then looked back down at Cotton, who was grasping the kitten, Skye by the scruff of its neck. He clicked his tongue once and the cat hopped back up on the bench and set Skye on the table. He nudged the other kitten over toward his own master before guarding his own.

"It's no problem, Miss Penrose. Cotton misses having small creatures to play with so I'm sure he didn't mind..." He stroked the large cat's head. Cotton purred at the praise and rested his head on his owner's shoulder. "I'm Isuel Aritza, fifth year Ravenclaw... I know who you are, Miss Penrose. As a ghost of sorts, I make sure to know everyone..." The last part was muttered as he closed his book, slipping the picture he always used as a bookmark back into its spot. He brushed a bit of his blonde hair out of his face and readjusted the mask that hung around his neck. He was honestly a bit nervous about Ophelia, not because she was pretty, which she was but because he hadn't talked to anyone outside of family for months.

Hogwarts was the same as ever. Ravenclaws were already studying for summer exams, there had been at least one fight between Gryffindors and Slytherins, and the Hufflepuffs were... Just being Hufflepuffs. The train ride through the Scottish countryside had gone relatively smoothly. Well, except for a few incidents, but everyone was fine and the blood had come out of the carpet. Only one first year had fallen into the lake, and he was only in there for a minute. And they were only the incidents Mo had heard about.

Her school spirit had, of course, compelled her to attend the feast and the Sorting. Their batch of first years weren't bad this year. There were always one or two that looked a bit cocky, but they'd have that jinxed out of them by Christmas. The Ravenclaw first years looked like swots as always, the Slytherins looked like slimy gits, and the Hufflepufs just looked too eager. The food had been delicious and there had been a bit of fun.

Morgan was now sprawled across her bed, fast asleep. Most of the other Gryffindors were down at breakfast, but Mo was renowned for being a heavy sleeper. There had been a few comments about the castle being torn down by giants and Mo sleeping through it. Her tabby, Tybalt, jumped onto the bed and began walking along her stomach. Loud noises wouldn't even disturb her, but a purring cat walking along her stomach shocked her into consciousness.

Pulling on jeans and a jumper, she headed down to breakfast. Tybalt padded behind behind her, occasionally darting off to chase someone's pet rat, but he always found his way back. She headed into the Great Hall. A few teammates called for high fives. Tybalt shot off to play with some Ravenclaw's giant cat, but she let him off. She slid into her usual seat near her teammates and piled her plate high with food.