MO Puffskein
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year | HoM HW Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb Norah curled up in the corner of one of the study couches with her illuminated manuscript spread open on her lap. She flipped through the pages one by one 'cause the sparkles looked cool in the light down here, smiling to herself because yeah okay, maybe she was a little bit proud. It didn't really matter that her drawings didn't all look like what she'd meant them to be, because they still LOOKED pretty awesome and that was good enough for her. Plus, sparkles. So it was all good.
As much as she'd wanted to color some more, the fourth year opted instead to write. Yeah, it was a SHOCK to her too. She had to do something to show some kind of maturity, right? Maybe? It was an almost-fifteen-year-old thing, probably. She'd picked out her favorite purple ink for this one and everything, so it had to be the real deal. With a small frown of concentration, she went back to a page with only a border and dipped her quill in the ink, moving slowly to make sure she didn't drip all over her drawings. Didja see that? Her mum would be SO PROUD. Being clean all by herself, man oh man it was practically a miracle. Chewing on her lip, she brought her quill down and began to write. SPOILER!!: entry 1, prompt #1
January 21, 2087
My full name is Norah Lillian Kittredge. My last name comes from my daddy because that's his last name, and that's just how it gets passed down. I don't think that's very fair because it means my mum's last name is all alone and stuff, and I really like my mum's last name too so I wish I had both. Kittredge is okay, though. I like writing it even though it's kind of long, because I make the 'g' all curly with the little loop thing. See? I like writing that. My middle name is Lillian because that's my grandma's name. My mum's mum, I mean. She's French and she lives in France and I go to visit her sometimes except I don't call her Lillian, I just call her gran because who calls there gran by their first name? Not me, that's who. I think Lillian is my favorite of all my names because I like all the 'l's and I like my grandma too so it's all good. My first name is Norah, but everybody knows that. It has some kind of meaning in French too, I think, except I forget what it is. I don't really know why my parents decided to name me that, but I think it's because they just thought it sounded nice. I'm the oldest so it wasn't like they had already used a whole bunch of names and had to settle on one they didn't like as much for me. That wouldn't really be the case, anyways, because I'm the only girl in my family so I wouldn't be competing for names with my brothers anyways.
I like my middle name and my last name is pretty good, but I don't really like 'Norah' as much. Since everybody knows you by your first name, wouldn't it make more sense if you got to pick it out yourself? Then you could be sure that it suited you and stuff. I guess I don't really know what people would call you until you picked one, but somebody much smarter and grown up than me could probably figure that out, right? Right. If I could pick a name I think it would be the name of a flower because I like those, and maybe another middle name that has something to do with sparkles or animals because I really like those and they make me smile and stuff. It'd be really cool if your own name made you smile because then you could be happy all the time! Probably. Marigold is really lucky to have a flower name. Sometimes I think we should swap because she said she likes my name. The one thing I like about my first name is that it has an 'h' at the end, so I think it's kind of special. Not as special as a flower name but that's okay.
I guess something I don't like that much about my name is that I haven't got any nicknames at all. That's sad, I think. My brother's name is Sebastian but I call him Sebby because Sebastian is much too long, but me and my other brother Marcel only have two syllables so we don't really have nicknames. I wonder if there's a rule for nicknames and syllables, because if there is then I think I need to write to the people in charge because that isn't very fair. When he was a baby, my littlest brother (that's Marcel) used to call me 'Nowah' because he couldn't make an 'r' sound. He doesn't do that anymore but I kind of wish he did because it's the closest I've ever had to a nickname. Don't tell anybody I said that, though, because it sounds pretty baby-ish and I'm not a baby anymore.
Norah straightened up and set her quill down, picking it right back up again when she realized that she hadn't gone over it yet. She read it closely, dotting a couple of i's and crossing a couple t's that she'd missed. TA DA! That was good, right? She'd never written in a journal-ish thing before, because who liked to write in their spare time? It was much more fun to go outside or something. Deciding she'd been sitting still for much too long, the fourteen year old picked up her illuminated manuscript and did a couple of kicks to loosen up her legs, before running up to her dormitory to leave the manuscript in there. That's right, it didn't matter that it was freezing cold, she needed to get OUTSIDE. Or maybe just to the kitchens for a snack. That'd work too.
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