Post by Hugo Weasley on Jan 1, 2013 19:29:35 GMT -8
{desc=the one who walks 500 miles}
hugo arthur weasley.
13. WIZARD. HUFFLEPUFF. STRAIGHT.
hugo arthur weasley.
13. WIZARD. HUFFLEPUFF. STRAIGHT.
well, um, hi! i’m hugo arthur weasley - but i guess you knew that, most do. i don’t really like it, to be honest. i want to make a name for myself, not have a name pre-made for me, from my parents. they’re heroes- and no way in... whatever it’s called will anyone at school leave me alone because of it. my godfather, too – that’s neville longbottom, you might have heard of him. he’s cool and all, but it gets hard when you’re constantly surrounded by famous and great people. you feel like you’re not going to live up to those people, and everything you do is to live up to them. I want to make my parents proud of my accomplishments, but I don’t think I will at this rate.
i grew up in a quiet home in godric’s hallow. we lived close to al, lily, and jamie – from those three, and all of the others, i suppose i’ve always been closest with her. We’ve got so much in common, from our house(that’s later on…spoilers!) to some of our favorite books and television shows and movies. i’d actually do quite a bit to protect her, though i’d probably chicken out if i actually had to do what i say I’d do. i’m a coward, unlike my parents and my sister and all of my cousins. well, most of them, but still, i run away when the face of danger appears. i hate the feeling of not being able to see what’s going on, and i suppose that if i was kidnapped, that i’d get killed almost immediately because of how badly i’d freak out.
i hate large gatherings of people. when i was young – well, 4 or 3 or so, family gatherings scared me. i clung onto mum, dad, or teddy – sometimes vic, but more often than less teddy – for dear life. i hated attention, i hated everyone cooing over me. i still hate the limelight. i think rosie was annoyed at my antics back then, but i couldn't tell. i clung to my mum's back, and i wouldn't look anyone in the eye. when she had to put me back on the ground, it was a leg i'd hold on to for dear life, or an arm. i was shyer back then, mind you.
when grammy and i, or even grandpa, had one-on-one time, i was as happy as can be. i’m an introvert, and i’m okay with it. nowadays, i’ll bring a book or something, though sometimes, a certain cousin (i’m not naming names) will steal it, and make me run after them. i hate this. they get a kick out of it, but i don't. it's plain annoying.
i've always liked the time i spend with grampus, though. he lets me tinker with the muggle stuff; ever since i was seven he's allowed me to help. i really love figuring out how things work, whether it's on my own or with someone else. Once, Mum caught me trying to disassemble the toaster to see how it works. She was definitely surprised, and I was sent to my room, but she managed to repair it. My first
sometimes i wish i wasn’t a weasley. actually, more times than not, i wish i was a "watson" or a "wesley", just not a weasley. there's just so much expectation for us to do well in the wizarding world. i don't know what i want to be as an adult, and people seem weirded out by it. there are so many options, though i know i don't want to go into the ministry, and follow my parents' footsteps. there are too many people in my family there - my uncle percy, my uncle harry, mum, dad, and granddad weasley. quidditch? i suppose i'm alright at it. i'm a keeper, like my father. i get compared to him sometimes. i just made the team this past year, and nerves are definitely a problem for me. it's not really my thing, i admit, it was funner when it was just all of us at the burrow. i mean, it's fun and all, but i don't feel particularly connected to it. it's more rose's or dom's thing than mine, to be honest. i think i'm only doing it to please my dad - he was a keeper, apparently, and an awesome one too.
i let people take advantage of me. i mean, i guess it's hard not to let them - how can one simply say no? i mean, it's not hard to say one simple syllables, 2 letters. N-O. i don't know why it's hard.
i love muggle television. from old episodes of merlin, doctor who, game of thrones(i look away half of the time. it's disturbing), torchwood, mythbusters, the big bang theory, the walking dead, firefly, old star trek, and quite a few others. i love it - it provides a decent escape from reality, though it gets really scary at times, and i admit hiding under the table. mum just laughs when i do it, and dad finds it amusing. rose likes some of this stuff to, and we'll occasionally watch some of it together. she scares me at times. this year, she lit someone drunk on fire. i didn't dare talk to anyone in my year after it, and i avoided my friends. i felt odd, and like people would judge me for it. i'm afraid of what others will think of me.
i'm afraid of the unknown, death especially. i fear it, and i wonder what i'm going to do when i get old and gray, and when i know i'm going to die. part of me just wants to die younger and in the middle of the night, when it's unexpected, so i don't have to think about it. though, i hope it wouldn't be for a while!
i try my best at everything. as yoda says, "do or do not, there is no try". so yeah. i rarely give up. i just have to keep on going, keep on trying everything until i run out of cake. failure simply isn't an option for me. i'd hate to see the look in mum's eyes if i fail something. or dad's, for that matter.
I haven't described what I look like? Well, I'm tall, for my age, at least. i think i'm one of the tallest in my year, if not the tallest. I take after my dad in that respect. He's giant, really. I'm also rather thin, like he is. I've got freckles, and i'm a ginger - Yes, i have a soul.
if i had the chance to help anyone in need, i would take it without hesitation. if there's something - anything - in my power to do to help someone else. i'd feel guilty if i didn't, and my conscience is that one thing that pushes me to be greater at anything. that, and the looks in my parents' eyes when i fail, which reminds me of when we were practicing with boggarts in DADA just a bit ago. mine was mum and dad, telling me that I failed. it was scary, and i think i was actually off a bit for the rest of the day. i fear failure, along with the unknown.
i suppose i'm an optimist. i prefer to look at the sunny side, because life just gets depressing after camping out in caves, thinking that everything is horrible. things are always going to get better, no matter what - if you're a nice person, there's a good chance of something good happening to you!
girls? er... i'm awful with them. i'm not revealing names, but i had a crush on this one girl... and well... i tried to talk to her, and i felt weird. i have a few friends that are girls, like lily. but still, i feel more comfortable around guys.
i think that's all you need to know about me...
i grew up in a quiet home in godric’s hallow. we lived close to al, lily, and jamie – from those three, and all of the others, i suppose i’ve always been closest with her. We’ve got so much in common, from our house(that’s later on…spoilers!) to some of our favorite books and television shows and movies. i’d actually do quite a bit to protect her, though i’d probably chicken out if i actually had to do what i say I’d do. i’m a coward, unlike my parents and my sister and all of my cousins. well, most of them, but still, i run away when the face of danger appears. i hate the feeling of not being able to see what’s going on, and i suppose that if i was kidnapped, that i’d get killed almost immediately because of how badly i’d freak out.
i hate large gatherings of people. when i was young – well, 4 or 3 or so, family gatherings scared me. i clung onto mum, dad, or teddy – sometimes vic, but more often than less teddy – for dear life. i hated attention, i hated everyone cooing over me. i still hate the limelight. i think rosie was annoyed at my antics back then, but i couldn't tell. i clung to my mum's back, and i wouldn't look anyone in the eye. when she had to put me back on the ground, it was a leg i'd hold on to for dear life, or an arm. i was shyer back then, mind you.
when grammy and i, or even grandpa, had one-on-one time, i was as happy as can be. i’m an introvert, and i’m okay with it. nowadays, i’ll bring a book or something, though sometimes, a certain cousin (i’m not naming names) will steal it, and make me run after them. i hate this. they get a kick out of it, but i don't. it's plain annoying.
i've always liked the time i spend with grampus, though. he lets me tinker with the muggle stuff; ever since i was seven he's allowed me to help. i really love figuring out how things work, whether it's on my own or with someone else. Once, Mum caught me trying to disassemble the toaster to see how it works. She was definitely surprised, and I was sent to my room, but she managed to repair it. My first
sometimes i wish i wasn’t a weasley. actually, more times than not, i wish i was a "watson" or a "wesley", just not a weasley. there's just so much expectation for us to do well in the wizarding world. i don't know what i want to be as an adult, and people seem weirded out by it. there are so many options, though i know i don't want to go into the ministry, and follow my parents' footsteps. there are too many people in my family there - my uncle percy, my uncle harry, mum, dad, and granddad weasley. quidditch? i suppose i'm alright at it. i'm a keeper, like my father. i get compared to him sometimes. i just made the team this past year, and nerves are definitely a problem for me. it's not really my thing, i admit, it was funner when it was just all of us at the burrow. i mean, it's fun and all, but i don't feel particularly connected to it. it's more rose's or dom's thing than mine, to be honest. i think i'm only doing it to please my dad - he was a keeper, apparently, and an awesome one too.
i let people take advantage of me. i mean, i guess it's hard not to let them - how can one simply say no? i mean, it's not hard to say one simple syllables, 2 letters. N-O. i don't know why it's hard.
i love muggle television. from old episodes of merlin, doctor who, game of thrones(i look away half of the time. it's disturbing), torchwood, mythbusters, the big bang theory, the walking dead, firefly, old star trek, and quite a few others. i love it - it provides a decent escape from reality, though it gets really scary at times, and i admit hiding under the table. mum just laughs when i do it, and dad finds it amusing. rose likes some of this stuff to, and we'll occasionally watch some of it together. she scares me at times. this year, she lit someone drunk on fire. i didn't dare talk to anyone in my year after it, and i avoided my friends. i felt odd, and like people would judge me for it. i'm afraid of what others will think of me.
i'm afraid of the unknown, death especially. i fear it, and i wonder what i'm going to do when i get old and gray, and when i know i'm going to die. part of me just wants to die younger and in the middle of the night, when it's unexpected, so i don't have to think about it. though, i hope it wouldn't be for a while!
i try my best at everything. as yoda says, "do or do not, there is no try". so yeah. i rarely give up. i just have to keep on going, keep on trying everything until i run out of cake. failure simply isn't an option for me. i'd hate to see the look in mum's eyes if i fail something. or dad's, for that matter.
I haven't described what I look like? Well, I'm tall, for my age, at least. i think i'm one of the tallest in my year, if not the tallest. I take after my dad in that respect. He's giant, really. I'm also rather thin, like he is. I've got freckles, and i'm a ginger - Yes, i have a soul.
if i had the chance to help anyone in need, i would take it without hesitation. if there's something - anything - in my power to do to help someone else. i'd feel guilty if i didn't, and my conscience is that one thing that pushes me to be greater at anything. that, and the looks in my parents' eyes when i fail, which reminds me of when we were practicing with boggarts in DADA just a bit ago. mine was mum and dad, telling me that I failed. it was scary, and i think i was actually off a bit for the rest of the day. i fear failure, along with the unknown.
i suppose i'm an optimist. i prefer to look at the sunny side, because life just gets depressing after camping out in caves, thinking that everything is horrible. things are always going to get better, no matter what - if you're a nice person, there's a good chance of something good happening to you!
girls? er... i'm awful with them. i'm not revealing names, but i had a crush on this one girl... and well... i tried to talk to her, and i felt weird. i have a few friends that are girls, like lily. but still, i feel more comfortable around guys.
i think that's all you need to know about me...
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