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mclaggen, AERYN RIANN
|aeryn riann mclaggen
seventh year, seeker - lexi
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AERYN RIANN MCLAGGEN
SEVENTEEN || GRYFFINDOR || SEVENTH
Aeryn has three tattoos- a tiny, playful green T-rex on her lower back (right side), a star on her left wrist and a gecko on the insole of her left foot.
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leading . taking risks . hanging with friends . reading for fun . skinny dipping . hanging out in only underwear . designing clothes . helping the underdog . always siding with the good guys .sugar quills . black coffee . tea . jawbreakers . candy floss .red sweedish fish . red m&ms . water . running . quidditch . boys . dancing wildly . being a leader . telling people what to do . fighting . coca cola . candy canes . Christmas . Chanukah . the beatles . the beach boys . loads of muggle music . streaking . doing things that usually require detention afterwards . being right . debating . sleeping . warmth . baths . bubbles . drugs . alcohol . being high
assholes . being ignored . people who are too quiet . ice cream . ice cold weather . laundry . being volatile . sharing . being unfashionable . being late . papers . cold hands . church bells . mangos . peppers . too much matzoh . squirrels . being unable to lead . the bad guys . know it alls . too many rules . the man . mike&ikes . the germans . anything sour . having to wear bras . failing at anything . running . overly built guys . pumpkin flavoured anything . americans
cookies baking . apples . lemons . linen . spring . berries . liquor . babies . a certain men's cologne . weed
ďIím petrified of living a boring life, but that sort of has to be ignored, since a boggart canít exactly turn into Ďliving a boring life.í Rather, it turns into Voldemort, who is currently rising in power. Though not a muggle born, and only a half blood, this still leaves a lot to be feared for. First would probably be my motherís life, and all of my family on her side. After that, I would even fear for my own life. If Voldemort wants to achieve what he says he does, then that would mean the extermination of anyone who has muggle blood in them. I fear for the lives of my friends, all whose bloodlines can be traced back to even the slightest speck of muggle blood. On my dadís side a couple generations back, even, thereís muggle blood. I guess that just means that my entire family is doomed in the eyes of Voldemort, huh? Iím not afraid of dying, not really. Iím more afraid of the fact there is someone out there who can hate a type of person just because of their birth. Itís disgusting, is what it is.Ē
"As corny as it sounds, my happiest memory is when I first had magic. Of course, I didn't realize that it had been magic and it wasn't the discovery of magic that made me happy. No, it was the fact that everyone in that house that one day during Pesach was following me. They did as I told them to do, whether they were two or fifty two. I got such a rush of adrenaline, of power- it really was the greatest feeling in the entire world."
ē FIERY ďIt should come as no surprise that Iím fiery and feisty. Iím smart, Iíve got a smart mouth, Iím sassy, will talk back and am quite spunky. I show insane amounts of lively aggressiveness and overall, Iím a pretty spitfire girl with no social filter who will snap back at someone just because she has a good retort in her head. When my little cousin from my motherís sister said something to me once, I canít quite remember what she had said but it got me going, I just snapped at her. She was only five but really! A five year old should seriously know what to say and who she can say certain things to. ē BOISTEROUS I am also extremely rowdy with an extremely impressive amount of exuberance. In other terms, I am joyously unrestrained and viciously enthusiastic about all that I do. I guess it helps that the only things I tend to do are things I enjoy, so obviously Iím going to be extremely enthusiastic about the things I do! If I acted any other way, it would be lying to myself and just flat out silly, donít you think? I mean, thatís not to say I am a bad liar or I donít like at all, because I most certainly do, I just think it would be silly to act as though you arenít enthusiastic about the things you enjoy. ē LOUD Many people who first meet me, well, they donít think much differently than those who have known me for ages. Iím a loud person, whether youíve only just met me or we have been friends since we were in diapers (which isnít exactly something Iíd be with anyone from the wizarding community). In any case, I like to be heard no matter what the circumstance. It also seems that my voice is just, well, loud. I canít control it! I seemingly only have two voice levels: loud, and louder.
ē ENERGETICĒI like to run and go and do, and I have a lot of energy to do said things with. I donít exactly know what it is that keeps me going, but people have often times called me the little energizer bunny- you know, if youíve ever seen those muggle commercials with the little bunny and the drum and he keeps going and going and goingÖ yeah. I can just go for hours and hours, usually. Even if I donít get enough sleep or wake u p ridiculously early I have energy. People often give me strange looks because of it. ē OUTGOING I also like to be extremely friendly to everyone and am open to all sorts of friendships- so long as theyíre only with people on the side of good! I am extremely unreserved and gregarious, and I like to be social. People have often called me a social butterfly because I can talk to and converse with everyone and anyone, well, almost. I donít like bad guys and canít find anything in common with them. But other than that, I mean, I really like people. Theyíre great, you know? Keep you busy and occupied when youíre bored and just really entertaining to watch, especially when you can make fun of all the retards. Not the real retards- thatís mean. Just the people who are actually normal but act hella retarded. ē BOSSY I think being a leader and able to make decisions and lead people, you know, tell them what to do and when to do it and where to go to get certain things done is being a leader and itís a positive thing, but a lot of people call me bossy and say I donít know where to draw the line between leadership and bossiness. I guess I can be dictorial at times, making my word law, but other times I do ask people for their opinions! ..though, I guess those times are far and few between. Hey, itís not my fault! I had little cousins growing up and without my guidance, they all would have been extremely lost in just about every way.
ē PRIDEFUL ďEveryoneís got a deadly sin, and mine just happens to be pride. I have a lot of it, maybe too much for my good or the good of anyone else. Unfortunately for me and everyone I know, it is the original sin and considered the worst of all seven. Dante described it as "love of self perverted to hatred and contempt for one's neighbor." In Cenodoxus by James Bidermann, pride is described as the the deadliest of all the sins which leads directly to the damnation of the titulary famed Parisian doctor whom is the main character of the story. In the story of Satan, his pride in competing with God was the reason for his famed downfall from heaven. I really hope Iím not as bad as any of them, but I am a bit prideful and vain. ē WRATHFUL I guess I have two of the seven deadly sins, my second being wrath. It is described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. These feelings can manifest as vehement denial of the truth, both to others and in the form of self-denial, impatience with the procedure of law, and the desire to seek revenge outside of the workings of the justice system and generally wishing to do evil or harm to others. I guess this suits in the fact I have some unadulterated hatred for anyone who is in the house of Slytherin or does bad and causes harm to others, especially when those others are the underdog. ). Dante described vengeance as "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite". In its original form, the sin of wrath also encompassed anger pointed internally rather than externally. Thus, suicide was deemed as the ultimate, albeit tragic, expression of wrath directed inwardly, a final rejection of God's gifts, which suits considering I used to cut, hate my life and attempt suicide so many times. ē STUBBORN When I have an opinion of something, I do not change it for anyone or anything. Sometimes Iíll change my position because Iíve had a change of heart, but sometimes even then I donít. After all, whatís the point in making a stance one way or the other if you donít even plan on sticking to it? Iím extremely liberal and left sided, so Iím not rigid in the sense of politics, religion and how to control and run things, but more so in the sense that, no matter whatís going on, my opinions, 99% of the time, will never be changed. I perversely adhere to an opinion, purpose, or course in spite of reason, arguments, or persuasion, but you know thatís my own thing. Fuck anyone who tries to change me, right?
ē HEROINE ďIs it really such a crime that I like to save people? I canít help it- Iíve been doing it for such a long time. My dad was slightly upset that he didnít have a son (not to say he was disappointed by a girl, but Iím an only child and therefore heís said he didnít have another child who was a boy) so he always taught me to stand up for what you believe in and to fight for the weak who cannot do it themselves. And anyway, Iíve always felt like a sort of hero, yanno? Fight for whatís right! I also enjoy it, being a hero. It gives you this great sense of righteousness and makes you feel like youíre doing something for the greater good. ē FIGHTER Falling in line with that, I fight. I fight anyone and anything who gets in my way of what I want. I fight people verbally and I also fight them physically. I got into loads of fights as a little kid because I didnít understand that sometimes people are on your side, too, so if someone chimed in when I was having an argument with someone, they usually got a black eye or a busted nose. Iíve never been quite graceful when it came to that sort of thing. The, well, itís kind of upsetting to me but people would say itís a good thing, the thing that bothers me is that stupid thing where guys canít hit girls. OH COME ON. Weíre just as strong as they are and can totally take whatever they have to dish out. Most guys have learned they can fight me. ē CONFRONTATIONAL I donít take shit from anyone. If youíre saying shit about me behind my back, you WILL hear from me. If youíve been talking smack about my friends, or been teasing someone whose younger and therefore not at your level, you will hear from me. Itís not that I enjoy causing a scene, but Iím not going to sit by and watch as people get walked all over. Sometimes, people donít like to be confrontational and itís up to me, as someone who can deal with the consequences, to help them out by confronting people for them.
ē OPINIONATED ďI have my opinions and I do enjoy stating them. I mean, whatís the point of having an point and opinion and a stance on something if youíre never going to express it? Thatís the dumbest idea I have ever heard. You should state your opinions clearly for everyone to know and hold fast to them, so people know that youíre dead set on what youíve decided and you wonít be swayed one way or the other. I donít let people sway my opinions and neither should anyone else, really. Itís a sign of weakness. ē BLUNT Also, I enjoy telling things how they are, especially to people. You ask me how you look and Iíll tell you my opinion? Donít like it? TOUGH SHIT. Get used to it. Better you hear it from your friend that you look terrible than the guy youíre going on a date with and risk him never calling you again. Am I right? I refuse to sugar coat anything because thatís for the weak who canít deal with the real world and the way life actually works. At some point in their lives theyíll find out that itís not all cupcakes and marshmallows like theyíve thought. ē INQUISITIVE I do ask a lot of questions, and maybe one too many. Itís not that Iím nosy, per say, I just enjoy talking to people and getting their opinions of things and you know, have conversations with them. If people donít ask questions, conversations can never go further than where they start. Also, I ask lots and lots of questions in class. At least I usually ask the questions that other people are too shy or afraid to ask. Often times, after classes, people come up to me and thank me for asking the questions I did because they were too afraid to ask it themselves. Over all, I think Iím a pretty awesome person.Ē
OLIVER MATHIAS MCLAGGEN || FIFTY THREE || TRANSLATOR "Daddy and I get on really well, as well as a father and daughter can get along. He treats me sort of like a son sometimes, demanding I stick up for those younger and more frail than I, if at all possible. We talk a lot about quidditch and he's been taking me to matches for as long as I can remember. I love him and he protects me from all that is evil, especially the boys. He was so protective of me when I got pregnant- he treated me like a princess and made sure that no one and nothing upset me. He really is probably the best dad in the entire world.Ē
SUZANNE LEAH MCLAGGEN [NEE PODHURST] || FIFTY ONE || PSYCHOLOGIST "Mum and I get on right well, too. Although she's rather smart in all things book wise, she's kind of got a bit missing when it comes to street smarts. She's instilled in me, well, not much because once I hit thirteen and was raped, everything she had taught me to that point became null and void when I realized the world wasn't exactly all she had said it was. We do get along pretty well otherwise, especially when it comes to shopping and fashion. Other than that, I feel like since my dad always treated me like a son, I get along better with him and we have more in common."
LIAM ______ MCLAGGEN || FIFTEEN || SLYTHERIN STUDENT[/b] "My brother and I get along so well, it's almost ridiculous. People constantly ask us how we get along so well and they think we're not normal because of how we get along. We're super close and really protective of each other, no matter what the circumstances. He almost rivals my father in protectiveness over me, and went on a rampage when he had found out that I had been raped and was pregnant. Granted, he was only a first year and couldn't do much about it, it was still sweet of him. I don't know what I'd do without him."
TIBERIUS ______ MCLAGGEN || FOURTEEN || HUFFLEPUFF STUDENT[/b] "Tiberius is actually my cousin, but my parents took him in last year. His father and my father are brothers, but they never got alone. T's father became an abusive alcoholic, and his mother became submissive so my parents, who had barely known him, took him in when he ran away from his own home. Liam and I have always been relatively close to Tiberius, so we were more than thrilled when he came to live with us."
ē BACKSTORY They were in their twenties when they met. Oliver was a very handsome young man who worked for the ministry. Suzanne was a very stunning young woman who was still in school, pursuing a degree and eventually career in clinical psychology. It was love at first sight when they two of them, each in their own rush to get to their respective places of work/school, bumped into each other. He knocked her books out of her hands and on bending down to pick up the books, they touched hands. Each blushed and they stumbled and stuttered on their words as they worked to collect the dozen or so books that had been knocked down. After an embarrassing round of apologies, they went their separate ways. Several weeks later, to the exact day though in a different place, the same scene played out and they both knew it was fate. Oliver asked Suzanne out on a date and they haven't looked back since.
Both were working hard to launch what they thought to be extremely lucrative careers, and they didn't want to have kids or even get married until both their careers were off and doing relatively well. Only when they had gotten to this point in their relationship, did Oliver reveal his secret to Suzanne- he was a wizard from Ireland working for the Ministry of Magic as a translator; he was not working for the regular British ministry. He was a pureblood, which means that everyone back to his grandparents and potentially further were all witches and wizards, though his uncle had married a halfblood and his grandmother's sister married a muggle. Obviously, his family was more than alright with having a muggle in the family, and Suzanne was more than pleasantly surprised when she found out. All her life, she had wanted to and wished for nothing more than to be a witch. While she had not been granted that special ability, she knew that the world existed. Two years later and four years after they met, the two were married in a smallish ceremony in the backyard of Oliver's family's lavish estate in France; he was twenty six, she was twenty four.
Oliver left his job at the Ministry of Magic, though not because Suzanne asked him to- he did it because eventually they would have children and he wanted them to lead as normal of a life as possible, just in case they didn't show any magical abilities. Also, he and Suzanne wanted to live in the country of Oxford and it would be easier if they both had jobs that paid in muggle currancy; after all, from his already nine years at the ministry, he had built up quite a nice stock of galleons, sickles and knuts for himself and he also had his family if he truly needed the help. So, he turned to the muggle ministry where his qualifications were outstanding and he was instantly placed in a top position making £375,000 a year. Suzanne started work in a clinic working with children , making around £290,000 a year (pending her clients).
After working hard for seven or so years to create the perfect nest egg, the couple moved out to a large house in the country in Oxford with a large backyard and began their attempts to start a family. It would take them two and a half years before they found out they were pregnant. Suzanne's pregnancy was a relatively normal one, with morning sickness through the first trimester, an increased sex drive in the second and frequent bathroom trips during the third. The only thing that went even remotely wrong during her pregnancy was the development of gestational diabetes, but Oliver and Suzanne knew that was nothing really to worry about. She carried perfectly to term and her water broke at 4:37 in the morning on the morning of August 24th.
ē BIRTH There were five hours of labor following Suzanne's broken water at 4:37. Oliver rushed her to the nearest hospital, an hour away. They had known it was a risk moving to the country, and they deemed it worth the risks. She was in excruciating pain, and Suzanne inquired as to the normal feelings of labor and wondered if feeling like your body was being torn in two was natural- apparently it was. As they reached the hospital, Suzanne's contractions were coming at seven minutes apart and coming on strong. She was dilated to the full ten centimetres within the next two hours and began to push. She and Oliver had wanted a natural childbirth, and it was what they had been planning for all along, however, when the babyís heart rate dropped dramatically after five hours of pushing and labor, Suzanne had to be rushed into an emergency cesarean section. At 9:44am, Suzanne delivered a beautiful baby girl, Aeryn Riann Mclaggen.
ē 0-2YRS Aeryn was a very wide eyed and curious baby who liked to touch and get into everything. From an early age, it was clear she liked to stick up for the underdog. As a baby, she would wiggle around while being held and would much rather wiggle like a worm on the floor and try unsuccessfully to get around on her own than be held for hours by people. She played with all of her toys equally, almost as if she had allotted a certain amount of time for each to be played with daily, sort of as though she had a grasp on time at such a young age. By two, she was toddling around the house, telling her mother and father what she wanted for breakfast and where she was going to sit and what she was going to do that day. It was clear that she was a natural born leader of sorts, especially when playing with mommy and daddy. Several months after Aeryn turned two, her little brother was born. She was curious as to who he was and why he was always around, but she enjoyed being a big sister to him.
ē CHILDHOOD If it werenít already assumed that little Aeryn was bossy, loud, stubborn and arrogant as they come, it would become more evident as she grew and her personality blossomed. Her father treated her as though she were a son, mostly because he wished he had one. Aeryn wasnít exactly a troublesome child, but she was a lot more than either Suzanne or Oliver had thought. Aeryn had a lot of younger cousins, whom she liked to play with and boss around, as well as her little brother. There was something about being a leader, telling people what to do, that gave her a rush of adrenaline and happiness. She also protected them, though, from bullies at the playgrounds. They were smaller than her, therefore weaker, and to the dismay of her mother and the delight of her father, she got into a number of scraps defending her cousins.
At the age of five, Aeryn was sent off to school, where she would also get into fights. She was a bright child who liked to be leader of everything, however her grades were merely mediocre and showed nothing other than apparent averageness. Aeryn did, however, learn how to be a proper little girl, since she was forced to be around government officials and go to rather unenjoyable social galas and dinners due to her fatherís job. She was a happy child, and given pretty much everything she wanted. She enjoyed being a big sister and looked after her younger brother through everything- he meant the world to her. Aeryn, like her mother, liked to pretend she was a witch and had magical powers; little did she know, soon she would begin to show actual signs of magical ability. It was debated between her parents if she would have magical abilities, since only one of them was actually a wizard.
When Aeryn was six years old, she was at her great auntís house for the second night of Passover, when she ordered her younger cousins and brother around. She told them what to do and where to go and for how long, and everyone was forced to follow her lead, even the adults. She wasnít shocked and just believed herself to be an extremely good leader. Aerynís parents, however, knew better- they understood their daughter had showed her first signs of magic. As Aeryn grew, she showed other signs of magic, but nothing that seemed too inexplicable or out of the ordinary; only someone who had expected great signs of magic would understand what they were seeing. At age eight, Aeryn started Hebrew school to get ready for her Bat Mitzvah- she continued lessons until she was thirteen.
On her eleventh birthday, Aeryn received a letter in a parchment envelope with green, scrawled writing. She had been invited to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was beyond confused as to what she was seeing, so her parents sat her down and explained everything to her, though her father did more of the talking than her mother, seeing that her mother was a muggle. They were beyond proud of their little girl and, despite her only mediocre at best grades during primary school, they knew she would succeed in the wizarding world. To celebrate, Oliver and Suzanne took their daughter to Diagon Alley where they bought her all of her school supplies, and even a beautiful owl so she could send letters home without worrying about borrowing a school owl. On the eleventh of July, Aeryn turned eleven. It would be another almost two full months before she would be allowed to board that scarlet train that whisked her away to what she, at the time didnít know, would learn to be the most amazing an unreal seven years of her life.
ē HOGWARTS She went off to Hogwarts on the first of September with the rest of the kids who would be attending the school. She was one of the first people on the train and picked an empty compartment, which three other girls eventually sat in with her- these three girls would eventually become Aerynís best friends. At school that night, Aeryn was quickly sorted into Gryffindor. She fit in quite well with the number of other students in her house, and she was happy with her placement. As was concurrent with her grades from muggle school, Aeryn proved to be nothing more than mediocre when it came to grades, unless it was Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions. In those two classes, she excelled, but only those two classes.
The summer before her third year, Aeryn was Bat Mitzvahed, which was a process where a young woman reads from the torah and becomes a woman in the Jewish community. Her parents spent a number of months planning the engagement and everything went off without a hitch- it was the best party Aeryn had ever attended. That would prove to be the last good thing the year would hold in store for Aeryn Mclaggen. It was the second weekend Aeryn was at Howarts for her third year. She had already been hit with a number of different assignments, and she was walking to the library to check out several books for different class assignments when someone came up to her and grabbed her by her hair, blindfolding her and tying her hands behind her back. He dragged her into the nearest broom closet and forced Aeryn to her knees, ordering her to open her mouth and suck what he stuck into it; he told her that if she even tried to bite he would kill her. She did as he was told. After he finished in her mouth, it took him less than five minutes to get hard again, and that was when the real fun for him began. Understanding she was new at the whole process, he shoved his fingers into her, trying to make her wet for his penis. When it didnít work after several minutes, he gave up with his fingers and forced himself into her anyway. The friction along with the tightness made the pain close to unbearable and Aeryn cried the whole time. For the first time in her life, she had no fight and couldnít muster up enough courage to talk back. Two months after the horrific rape situation, Aeryn realized that she hadnít gotten her period in too long of a time period and figured that she was pregnant. After all, what other reasons could there be for not getting your period? She had only gotten it for the first time when she was twelve and now she was thirteen and pregnant, and it scared the living shit out of her.
Aeryn told her parents, who were enraged that such a thing could happen to their daughter, but they knew she must continue with the pregnancy. It was a rough five months, with the entire school watching as Aerynís belly swelled with the baby inside of her, the product of such a violent crime against her. She was sick every morning, noon and night from the beginning straight through to the end; she, like her mother, developed gestational diabetes and Aerynís third year was all around the worst year of her entire life. She knew she was incapable of taking care of a child- she was only thirteen, after all, and offered her unborn child up for adoption. A nice couple was in need of a child, and they were a match to what Aeryn said she was looking for in a couple for her child. Although she was due the third week in June, Aeryn went into early labor in late April and was rushed to St. Mungoís, where she would be placed on bed rest. Unfortunately, the baby was anxious to come into the world and was born two months early. The labor lasted almost two days and Aeryn was in an extreme amount of pain during delivery, crying and screaming as she pushed. Finally, on April 26th, Aeryn gave birth to a beautiful, tiny baby boy. He was placed into the NICU for two weeks and was monitored extremely carefully. Two weeks after his birth, Aeryn was allowed to hold him for the first and last time ever. He was beautiful, despite his conception, though she didnít hold him for long. Already attached, she knew if she cared for him at all, even in the short time she would know him, she would not be able to give him up and give him to people who would be able to give him the best life for him. So she put him back. She watched, a fire in her belly, as the adoptive couple played with her son, no their son, and took him home, home away from his mother, away from the only person who would really know about him, know what was wrong with him and why he was crying. The moment they left, Aeryn knew she had made the biggest mistake of her life.
She has tried to get past the experience, and finds that she canít. Aeryn dreams of her unknown son every night and wakes in a cold sweat, wondering where he is, if heís happy, what he looks likeÖ she cries often, but only when sheís alone. Because of that experience, Aeryn drowned away her sorrows in alcohol. She was drunk every night and soon alcohol was no longer cutting it for her. At the beginning of her fourth year, she tried smoking weed and loved the high, and has been smoking it ever since. However, soon enough that wasnít enough of a high anymore and Aeryn soon found herself spiraling downwards into the underbelly of Hogwartsí drug culture. Aeryn has had a number of sexual partners since that day, telling herself that if she demoralizes sex, takes away the whole concept that there are feelings behind the act that the rape wonít be as bad, it wonít mean as much. With a psychologist as a mother, though, Aeryn knows different. She has almost fully gotten back to her old self, but there are still nights you can catch her up late in the common room, staring into the fire, silent tears of grief rolling down her cheeks.
my name is lexi and i'm totally awesome. i created this wonderful site, so you could say that it's my brain child *loves all over the site* i'm twenty three years old, can be reached via the PM system and i live on the east coast of the states! my characters are: andy black, james potter, aeryn mclaggen, gideon prewett, marlene mckinnon, morgan mcgonagall and rodolphus lestrange. there will most likely be a lot more xD
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