Post by XOCHILT IRIS OLLIVANDER on Sept 27, 2014 3:12:39 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Xochilt Iris Ollivander AGE & BIRTHDAY Seventeen born on birthday in 31-JAN-2007 OCCUPATION Seventh year Slytherin BLOOD STATUS Half-blood FACE CLAIM Holland Roden WAND TYPE 13 inches, Veela Hair, Kou wood. PATRONUS None corporeal PETS None ABILITIES A Full-Vampire: You heard it right, vampire. Thought that they are a myth yeah? Thought that one can't walk in the light yeah? I don't like sunlight, don't get me wrong, cooling nights are more preferred time for me. It has been a tough adjusting period being one of the night children. I was bitten on that trip, that same night my brother died, killed by a vampire. He didn't kill me for some reasons, just changed me. The process was painful, the worst of my life. No one else are supposed to know this, for all the innocent kids at school knows, Xochilt just came back from that trip and became that weird girl hiding in the shadows and pushing people away. I didn't push everyone away, just keeping my distance so to keep them safe. An Eight-Veela: Inherited from my mother, who is a quarter-Veela. I have a very weak version of Veela power myself, often passive, it helps when I needs to get something done for my own benefits but I can never throw fireball or turn a bird face like a real veela either. These genes is also the part of heritage which blessed me with my good looks, well yeah I am pretty confident about the way I know. It's notable how it is effective, how I am naturally good with boys, they often notice me first, whose - if cute - attention I don't mind at all. Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style The terms "redhead" is a very interesting term, rare because it isn't a dominant trait, and even if you've got the genes to be one of the Reds, your hair isn't always staying that beautiful golden red. It could turn bronze/ brownish in the cold, and then blondish in mid-summer after you spent too much time in the sun. Other time, it is that shade, the orange - or I love to call it as golden red - which makes no one misses you in the crowd. Life in Hogwarts is lucky for me, I am certainly not the only redhead in my year, and with the Weasleys running around the school, red could hardly be called unique. Although among the house of green and silver, that is another matter entirely. The curse of being red in Slytherin I am sure you can imagine it, red clash horribly with green. I mean ugh, no! Thank God for the black of school uniform, and Thank God that they are using dark green on the robe, I have never the intention to be a Christmas tree on any occasions. Alright, before we go too far off and you think that I am a spoiled brat who knows nothing but of complaints, hi I am Xochilt Iris Ollivander. Xochilt is pronounce as So-shee, not sushi, I hope you would keep it well in mind to not call me by the wrong pronunciation, I have never been known for being really gentle. Lucky for you that I have a handy nickname you can call me by, I don't mind if you would call me by Chi Chi, it is a cute name given to me by a good friend when we were 5 and she was struggling with her pronunciation. The name stuck with me since then and now half the school knows me by it. I am the second girl out of four children in my home, da always joke to say it is long since our family got so big, he grew up mostly as an only child having his little sister died soon after birth, and our grandma grew too weak to bear another child after that. It must have been sad, I remember tears in her eyes as grandma told us the story, I had been so little then, just five years old. We spent a lot of time at our grandparents home when we were young, having ma and da both out working. It was until Metias was old enough to take care of us that we were left home alone. Let me introduce my family to you, my father Andrew Ollivander is the wizarding world's most well known wandmaker, though he is humble and would always said upon confronted of his skills that he isn't as good as his father was on wand making. He owned Ollivander's Wand Shop, a family business he taken over from his family. My mother named Vienna Ollivander, nee Martinez. She works as one of the ministry officer, under Department of Magical Transportation. Trust me on this, you really doesn't want to get caught by her for illegal use of magical teleportation, I can never find any another woman who could nag like she does, going on a hundred miles per hour and her Spanish accent just made everything sounded more eccentric. She is fierce in her own means, but no less loving and motherly. They are as perfect a pair of parents as a kid could ask for, I love my parents like only a girl could, even though at times we do have our arguments, especially when it comes to making my future decisions. What can I say, everyone has their differences, but we learn to respect each other's opinions. I have three siblings, Metias, Xarrah and Xavier Ollivander. Let's start with Xarrah, she's my twins, we were born just hours apart with me the older of the two. She is the more cheerful one, and I am the perfectionist. I think I can never have a sister who is more different from myself even if I ask. She is a Ravenclaw you see, and I am in Slytherin, or perhaps we are both very much the same, words are Ravenclaw and Slytherins shares many similar traits, with only the Slytherins with bigger ambitions, and a craving for power and influence. Don't let Xarrah know I tell you that. We were so very close, Xarrah and I, how could two person not be if they were born mere hours apart? The thing is, we are close in the sense that we could almost read each other's mind, I can always tell if she is hiding something from me and she could always tell if I am not feeling alright. Some would call it twins telepathic, I do believe we shares this ability to read each other's minds. Just try not to be creep out when we start finishing each other's sentences alright? I have two brothers, Xavier who always drives me up the wall and Metias who would always acts as our protector. I love them both, but of course who doesn't love their blood siblings, even though they drive you half insane at some point of your life - and not to mention when you're needing the bathroom, they take forever inside it, just one of those things that gets on my nerves. But they are both good guys, better than half of those in my school who either have a head too big which fill with nothing but booze, or an attitude too grand to notice anything but big boobs - well I said half, the truth is there might only be a quarter of guys in school who I can stand. It is just tough being me. Two summers ago, something happened. When I said something it is something big and terrible, and we've lost Metias in the process. Despite what everyone tried to tell me - my parents, Xavier, Jason, Aisling... That's about everyone in my life - it is one event which I couldn't shake off the responsibilities. I am the cause for my brother's death, and they didn't know the whole truth behind his death. I was born on that lovely spring day. It was so early in spring that even the snow hasn't fully melted yet, that the air has still a hint of chill in it. Both me and Xarrah came out to the brand new world in Ealing Hospital in the Southall district of the London Borough of Ealing. You might be wondering why were we born in a muggle hospital, why not St. Mungo's for both my parents are magical folks? That part came with a rather funny story, let I tell you. So, my parents are both half-blood, with a little specialty tossed in from my ma's side for being part Veela - my da do always joked that he has fallen on my mother's charm the first time his eyes landed on her. That was the day, my ma was seventh month pregnant, my da was being sweet and brought her out for dinner. They came to this lovely little restaurant where they had their first date, da even booked them a table. Romantic ain't they? That's my parents. The meal went well, no accident, both of us never even bothen them. And it was at that most romantic moment, when my dad tried to lean in and kiss my mom that the water broke, that was when it all went chaotic. They are having their second and third children and yet they behaved like it is their first, my frantic pair of parents. You really should see how my mom yell in Spanish and my dad yelling along in English, the two of them would make a good pair on a puppet show having people roll on the ground laughing. The restaurant owner was being kind when she phoned the ambulance to take my mom into hospital. So there's where our journey began, in the hospital on that lovely spring night. Growing up with a twins means that you share everything you have. We share our birthdays and cakes and have the same set of outfits, play the same game. We sister two were told to be very smart, though we grew up to show different talents and interests. While my sister has a knack for anything involving machinery parts, I grew up having that good talents recognizing wand woods and cores. Da was overjoyed to note such fact, simply happy that he has two children inheriting the family's talents. That's perhaps why Metias and me grown to be so much closer as the years passed, pouring over the thick volume of Wandlore text the treasure of our family, the notes on wandlore and discoveries my ancestors made throughout the centuries. Da would give us tests from time to time too so to have us studying and the one who has the better score gets sweets as prize. It doesn't matter to me much on who score higher, Metias is the better one since day one, and he would share me the sweets he won every time. Xavier joined the family when Xarrah and I were three years old, Metias was six then, and I faintly remember that my baby brother is the cutest thing I ever see, all tiny with chubby cheeks, no one would know that he grew up to be such an annoyance. By the time he reaches five, his many complaints made me feel like slapping him on the face. Many times, so many times that he pissed me off enough to had me pouncing on him, almost knock out his new tooth when he was seven because he tore a book of mine. Yeah, I do have a bit of a temper issue back then, I've learned to control the impulsive temper as I grew older, it was about the same time when I refuse to play with my brother in a pool of mud. Growing up changes everything. The year Metias got his Hogwarts letter was a tough year for me, at the same time it was exciting. We family went for a trip at Diagon Alley, a place which every one of us has memorized like the back out our hands. Every nooks and crannies, every hidden tiny passages, we used to play hide and seek there too. Metias was getting his school robe and books, da was to make him a wand specially. Feeling bored in the middle of the trip that Xarrah and I planned to have a game of hide and seek, I was hiding in the dark corner near the entrance of Knockturn Alley, which place my parents forbade me to go, though I have always been strangely curious of what the dark street below holds. I was fairly obedient back then - and afraid of the dark creepy place - that I dare not to walk inside. But this dark corner where I can still see the busy street of Diagon Alley, to hear the faint noise of people going on with their businesses, this is as far as I dared to go then. I was giggling, I was having fun watching my sister passed by my spot twice but never notice me crouching by the dark corner, and I never noticed the person standing behind me as I back away until I bumped into him. I apologize, that man who was wrapping up head-to-toes in black hasn't say anything in reply, and while his hat was tipping too low for me to see his face clearly, I could tell that he was looking at me, with a creepy smile on his face. I have never been know fear before then. Stumbling back out to the crowded street, I ran to find my family. It was when I get back to the safety arms of Metais that my racing heart would calm down, but I couldn't shake the prickly feeling at the back of my neck, it feels like there was someone watching me. Aisling Dolohov, the dark-haired cutie who lives next door, it seems like only nature that we became friends. Not just friends, but best friends. We are of the same age and share similar hobbies, we even one promised to get married one day, she will be my most beautiful wife. It is a joke we shared, it is a joke that we used to tell another, still doing so in front of guys who annoys us. What's precious about Aisling and me is the fact that we actually still holding onto the BFF things after all these years, and she knows my dreadest secrets, I know her deadliest one, and we would never see each other past the person we know each other are. Friendship, I don't ever think I can find another like it. Early summer before the day both Xarrah and me turn eleven, two owls arrived at our shop carrying two letters, one for Xarrah and one for me, our acceptance letters. I was dancing around the middle of the shop in happiness. We helped out at the shop a lot, or well, I do and Metias did too when he's not in school. Xavier and Xarrah mostly has their own things to do, and well it is fine because I love to spend time in the shop learning more about wandlore, or just talking to Metias, and to see kids walked in and get their wand, more like to see the wands finding their owners, it always give me such satisfying feelings. I do always wonder what my wand will be like, what core and what wood, how long it will be. The longer the wand is, the witch would have a stronger will, hence the witch is a more powerful witch, and I've always wanted to be the most powerful witch. Da would probably make me something new, like he did for Metias, soon would come the moment when I will find out, finally, I will have my own wand and I can do magic! That is exciting! The same night after I've gotten my owl, after the shop was close but before we get home, da told me to go into the back where his office is. He pulled out a dusty box, blew away the sheet of dust covered on its top, and put it on the table in front of me. "Come on, open it," my da prompted, I could tell by the way his eyes twinkled and him twitching the hem of his shirt that he was excited. I picked up the box gingerly, wondering what is sitting within. When I opened the lid and revealed to myself a beautiful redwood wand, should be Kou the way the wood patterned, the design of it was so delicate that my fingers trembled as I reached out to touch it, so marveled by something so beautiful I can barely breathe. "You know what to do don't you? Give it a wave." da prompted again. I glanced up at him for confirmation, the reached out for it. When I took the wand in my bare hand, it felt warm, that welcoming warmth that feels just right and I know we belongs, but I am not the first one holding it. When I gave it a wave some flowers shot out from its tips, Irises to be exact. "Marvelous!" da exclaimed, and on my face there was a grin so wide my cheeks felt numb, I could barely contain my happiness. It was later that I found out this wand belongs to my great-grandmother from my ma's side, when she passed away she requested to have her wand passed down to her grandchildren, not to bury with her. Da knew that one of us would be able to hold this wand, having veela blood in us, and it is a family heirloom which just made the wand much, much more precious. I am still the owner of this Kou wand, seven years later, and it journeyed with me some of the most fantastic moments of my life, as well as some of the saddest time. Jason Albers, how can I began to describe that boy... Well he is the first friend I met on the way to Hogwarts, his beauty caught my eyes. I remembered pulling Aisling along and we went into his compartment and sat down opposite him, even though the next one is empty. "I think I will be in Gryffindor," I remembered announcing as to make conversation, as I know that I am very bad at handling an awkward situation once it is there, I has always the knack to be extremely cheerful that moment I walked into a bunch of new people. And because of that most have the misconception that I am friendly and outgoing. Part of me is I supposed, maybe I am just bipolar. "I am Xochilt Ollivander," I told him, pulling up a smile, "Ahh, I wondered would all of us be in the same house huh?" I turned to ask Aisling but Jason probably never notice that I was stealing glances at him out the corner of my eyes. My first impression of that boy: He's just so beautiful. I was sorted into Slytherin to everyone's surprise, I mean it, even I was surprised, and the dumbfounded expression on my brother's face as he sat watching me walked towards the house of green and silver, I would never knows there's anything which could surprise him, apparently this does. "Holy Poly, Xochilt our first Slytherin in the house in the century!" He clapped me on the back the next time he saw me, which was after the feast before us the first years were herded towards the common room. I shrugged, still too shock to comment on it. We all knows what a Slytherin mean, the house which born more dark wizards than any of other houses ever did, how that earned me the nickname "dark witch" from Xavier, he seems to take all my threats and bites as a fact that I was sorted into the house of serpent. It has been one of my greatest fear ever since, to turn dark and hurt one of those I love. No less than a thousand times that I wondered did the Sorting Hat put me in the wrong house, Slytherin isn't the place for me. I tried, oh so hard I tried to fit in and yet I was shun out. I am not a pureblood like them, I am not from a famous background like most of them are, they who had been friends since childhood, those boys and girls, how could they accept an outsider among them? Or maybe they just sensed my resentment towards them, I had never wanted to be in Slytherin. The result of all these, I ended up in tears a lot of times, unsure what to do. It is hard to be left out on everything. Dare not to tell Metias of this because I am afraid that he will get angry, my brother is a protective fool who can't ever see his sister in misery. I spent most of my time pretending to be fine in front of everyone. It was a longest time, until I found my place among the group of dancers. Over the years, things eventually got better, especially when I grown older and my body started to develop, I grew to be rather pretty, if I am to say so myself. Attention are easier to gain, especially from the opposite sex. While it is a nice change, to slowly ascend up the social ladder. I have been telling myself not to care, that the friends I have now are all who I need, I know I was lying to myself deep down, though I would never admit it. So the day still continue, waking up early making sure I look my best, if my look is that factor which push me up, I am clinging onto it. I think there is one person in the whole wide world who can never have a spare attention for the little redhead who grown up, perhaps he doesn't know what he's missing. I joined the school dancing club because I love music, it often features hip hop dances, and hip hop music is something I slowly grown to love. Dancing soon became a hobby of mine, even when the dance club was disassembler due to lack of members, I continued on my own. It is si beautiful looking at the way human body could move, they are graceful and powerful, each jump, each steps, even the beats of sweats clinging onto the skin. The room of requirement knows my wants by heart now, after all these years requesting for the same naked room with walls covered in mirrors, the music player at the corner filled with muggle music which I can dance to. And this place became my escape of reality in the school where I wasn't fully accepted, maybe I will never be fully accepted anywhere, especially after I turned into this cursed creature of the night. If one doesn't see me in the lawn or the Quidditch pitch, you can always try your luck in the Room of Requirement. Though of course, good luck on trying to get it show my room to you! It was that lovely summer day when we came home from school. Metais is always adventurous, brave, he has been in the Gryffindor so what else should I expect? We made a date to go hiking in the land of Finland, I fell in love with the place after always hearing it from a friend of mine, wanted to be there and experience the beauty, the cold weather and see the bluest lake ever exist in the world. Anyway I made him into taking me, Xarrah has never been interested in activities like hiking or camping, she rather camp down there in her basement with her toys - clock parts, engines, muggle stuffs and all that - as for Xavier, I never wanted him to go along, he has his friends asking him to sleepover anyway. So it was just me and Metais, like same old time, he brought me by side-long apparition. Three years older than I am, Metais was the star in my eyes. He is smart, da always said that he inherited grandpa's talent at wand making, in fact we both are, but Metais is better at it than I ever would be, not to mention him being extremely smart and the top student of his year. As his little sister I am extremely proud. So we arrived Finland before sunrises, and hiked up the mountain. It wasn't even hard, we have aid of magic, we made it up the top at good time, eight hours was all it takes, and we spent the rest of the day on the top of the mountain eating, resting, talking about school, stuffs, girls and boys, I am pretty much open with Metais and him with me. He was in love with one of my friends, although there wasn't a thing I could do to get her pay attention. "I will try again," I remembered my promise, "I will try harder for your future happiness." I never gets to fulfill that promise. The night fall came fast up at the North, we have our tent readied, still staying outside though where he was playing with his guitar and I was dancing to the music. Laughter was easy when it was with my big brother, he is just that kind of person who can make people happy, explained why is he the headboy and I am not even a prefect. I am the quiet girl sit by one side studying or hide in the Room of Requirement dancing. As the moon rises we lied down and look up at the sky, the stars blinking down at us, we are telling each other stories from younger time. Didn't know when that I fell asleep too, and Metias brought me into the tent and tucked me in. He was already sound asleep when I was woken up by a feeling, a deep sense of cold dread which has nothing to do with the cold weather. I wasn't sure what prompted me to do it, perhaps I have always been a dauntless and curious soul, I must have some of these quality to get into Slytherin right? There I went outside to make sure things are fine around. The sense of dread won't left me even though everything are calm and normal outside, and the prickles I sometimes felt, like someone is watching me from places I can't see, was back again. After a moment I was about to turn around getting back into the tent, movements out of the corner of my eyes caught my attention. That one moment, felt like eternity; That one moment I saw nothing but swaying tree branches in the wind. And then something - or more like someone - was with me. Iron grip on my hands and another covering my mouth, nothing I could do to break away. There came a voice, mumbling in a language that I never heard before, my protest came out muffled and my attack did nothing to loosen that grip. There came a flash of pain, who knows pain could come in that form, apparently if you're bitten on the neck it does. I was attacked by a vampire, but I didn't die. My struggling might have woken up Metias, making him come out to see, I have never get the chance to witness the following events, passed out before long. It was the next morning that I woken up under the heat of pale sun, it hurts, even inches of my skin hurts under the sunlight. I crawled into the shadows, five feet away under the shades of trees. Two more feet away laid Metias' lifeless form, that I found by instincts - or my newly found senses. I remembered for hours I've sobbed holding his body. He was broken, but not bitten. Thrown from a distance with enough force to break his body like that, he must have been threw against a tree trunk too. Suddenly I was aware of the way he was killed, could calculate every details, noted every little evidences left behind. I was bitten, not broken, not dead yet. I am a vampire. The new school year came as much as a challenge as blessing. Home was a heartbreaking mess of emptiness without my big brother, Xavier seems to blame me for Metias's death, I am hiding the whole big secret from my family, no one should know, I was determined of that. Except that the secret has accidentally slipped out to one of my best friend. Though she has been nice about it, and she promised to not tell a soul. While I have no idea what have life in stock for my future, I know that part of it involving me running Ollivander's Wand Shop in the place of my brother, and I know that I am destined to spend the rest of my life alone, perhaps with the company of nine cats and a dog, rare visits from Aisling and her family, my God-children maybe. This is probably just the depressed me speaking, however, would you believe that a vampire should deserve a happy ending too? Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. |