Name: Raven Amanda Finnigan
Nickname: Rave
Gender: Female
Birthdate: October 31st
Orientation: Straight
House: Ravenclaw
Occupation: none
Grade: Fifth Year
Age: 15
Species: Human
Blood Status: HalfBlood
Ability: Apparition
Relationship: Single
Patronus: Dolphin
Wand: 8 inches unicorn hair Black Walnut
Pet: Siamese cat Princess





Love it?

+Quidditch of course
+My family
+Hogwarts
+Ravenclaw
+History
+Reading

Hate it?
-When people put off studying or not do it at all.
-Not getting a chance to read ahead in my books.
-Getting behind in anything.
-Definitely hate hangovers when I party too much.
-Early mornings, I'm more of a night owl.
-Being late for class.

Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my sharp wits
+my family
+my friends
-my friends
-my family
-boys

Fears?!

• Failing a class
  
• Falling asleep in a class
  
• Forgetting an assignment. Which is rare.

Full Personality:

I'm the kind of girl that loves to study, and learn everything she can. Then I'm also the party girl that likes to have a good time with her friends. I can be the life of the party when I want to be. I'm a caring person, and take things seriously most of the time.

Celebrity Play-By: Nina Dobrev
Eyes: Dark Brown
Skin: White
Hair: Black
Scars/Marking: none
Build: Petite





Mother: Mandy Brocklehurst Finnigan
Father: Seamus Finnigan
Siblings: Rade Fergus Finnigan two younger brothers and a younger sister
Spouse:
Children:
Other:

History:

I was born to a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw. I have traits of both, but more of my mother who was a Ravenclaw. I have Irish on my dad's side and British on my mom's. We grew up in Ireland though where dad was from.

Mom says I used magic at a young age to steal toys from my brothers who would take them right back with their own magic. So we all exhibited magic from a young age. My brothers and I can get into knock down drag out fights too. Dad's had to break up a few that I ended up with a bloody nose. Though at the end of the day we were usually thick as thieves. If anyone outside the family messed with one of us the rest of us were always there to back him or her up. Nobody messed with my brothers or little sister if I were around at the time.

I learned to read at a young age, and was reading my parents old textbooks, that I found in a trunk up in the attic, for enjoyment. They were more than interesting. I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts and learn the things for myself. Nor could I wait to go to Diagon Alley to get my first wand before I started at Hogwarts

When that day came I was more than excited. The wand maker said we don't choose our wands, they choose us. It was the third wand that was it. They do say the third time is a charm. I felt a connection with my wand, and I loved it already. I tried a few charms right away much to my parents amazement getting them perfect on the first try. The wand maker had just chuckled and put the first two away.

The bookstore was a blast two. I got all the books on the list plus more of stuff that I wanted to learn. My dad looked at me like I was crazy, but mom just smiled and made dad pay for them. I got my pet cat Princess while we were there too. She's a beautiful Siamese cat.

Finally my brother and I were saying goodbye to our younger siblings and parents, and headed out on the Hogwarts's Express. I was bouncing in my seat with excitement. My brother was used to it so he never said anything. We got lots of sweets off the trolley and enjoyed them. Finally we arrived at Hogwarts and I was sorted into Ravenclaw. With a huge grin I hopped off of the stool and headed over to the Ravenclaw table. Mom was going to be so happy when I owled her.

That year was awesome. I scored high points in all of my classes. I was ahead of most of those in my year. I'd also accumulated a lot of points for Ravenclaw. I hated to say goodbye to my friends as we left Hogwarts that year, but I knew I'd see quite a few of them over the summer with our parents being friends from back in their day at Hogwarts.

Second year arrived and I was more than excited to try out for Quidditch. I made the team and owled my parent's right away telling them! I was going to get to be a Chaser for Ravenclaw! Neither of my parents had played Quidditch at school, but they were still excited for me.

Second and Third year passed before I knew it. I was still top in my class, and I worked to keep it that way. Fourth year I discovered partying. We were old enough now that the older kids invited us. It was after our last quidditch match that we had won against Hufflepuff, and we wanted to celebrate. The party is a blur to me as it was the first time I had alcohol. I had no idea how I even got back to the Ravenclaw. I found out a few days later Rade and cousin had made sure I got back alright. I was miserable the next morning. I swore I'd never drink again, but that didn't last. Parties are way too much fun with alcohol.

Fifth year I was chosen to be a prefect for Ravenclaw. Another owl sent home to mom and dad! Another accomplishment for me as well. I've already read all my advanced courses books. Last year I even got to take Apparition class early so I was a year ahead having gotten my license to apparate. I can't wait to see what this year brings.

RP Sample:

Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.

He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.

He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.

“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.

Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name.

Username: Raven
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How long have you RP'd: 20 years plus
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