Post by Carolyn Porter on Jul 5, 2009 20:30:45 GMT -5
CAROLYN LYDIA PORTER
PLAYED BY:MERYL STREEP
PLAYED BY:MERYL STREEP
Name: Carolyn Lydia Porter[/size]
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Age: 56
Side: Neutral.
Born: June 22
Job: Head of Ravenclaw, Charms professor
Wand: Mahogany, Hippogriff Talon, 12 inches
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Father: Charles Alexander Vaughn [81, Muggle]
Mother: Marcia Lillian Vaughn [79, Muggle]
Siblings: Ellen Patricia Vaughn [60, Muggle]
Husband: Geoffrey Allen Porter [63, Muggle]
Children: Elizabeth Grace Porter [14]
Pet: Dolly, white Persian
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Your name: Amber
Years of Role playing: 6 May, 2005 – present
Password: Yipe!
RP Sample: This is a response post I did for a thread a few days ago—with another character.Eleanor had been walking aimlessly through the corridors of the castle. She had let her feet carry her wherever they wanted. When she finally realized where her feet were taking her, she was already standing there with her feet in the doorway of the library. She looked up at the sign that read LIBRARY and then looked into the room itself. It was filled with books and apparently no people. But then again, not many students made it a habit of going down to the library and studying after they ate dinner. Most of them went back up to their common rooms and talked about how long the day was and how boring their classes had been. But when Ellie heard a faint noise and then a loud thud from inside the library, she walked in quickly and looked around. As far as she could see, there was no one in there.
The Charms professor walked slowly around the library and looked between each of the shelves. She could not see anything but the many shelves of books from behind her rectangular-shaped glasses. She turned to leave. As she reached the doorway of the library, the restricted section caught her eye. She looked at the drape that divided the regular section of the library and the restricted section. Maybe the sound had come from in there? Knowing the restricted section, though, the books had probably made that strange noise. She had always been a somewhat curious woman. So she walked over to the restricted section and, almost tripping over the drape as she stepped over it, she went in. Things seemed almost the same as they did in the regular part of the library. The only difference was that Ellie felt nervous about being in the restricted section. She swallowed heavily and removed her wand from her pocket. She was a professor, had sixty years of life under her belt, yet she was scared of a few shelves full of books.
As she walked, her wand held out in front of her, she saw a book lying idly on the floor. Blinking a few times, she tilted her held and bent down to pick up the book. As she did, he caught a glimpse of something else. There was a student, a Gryffindor girl, lying on the floor. Any inexperienced person would have deemed her dead before even checking. The woman, not bothering to put the book back on the shelf, hurried over to the girl and sat on the floor. She leaned over to check and see if she was breathing. From the sound of things, she was. The professor carefully situated her so that she was on her back and then pulled her into her lap. Ellie, always the motherly type, removed her handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the still-wet blood off the girl’s face. It looked as if her nose had been broken. Before she fixed the girl’s nose, Ellie eyed the book lying on the floor. Maybe that had something to do with it? It was a good thing she hadn’t picked up the book, then.
Holding her wand firmly in her right hand, the professor pointed her nose at the girl’s nose and performed a spell that was supposed to heal it. The girl’s nose seemed to repair itself, and the professor sat her wand right beside her, so that it was within her sight and well within her reach. She brushed the girl’s blonde hair from her face and looked down at her, trying not to move her around too much or rudely awake her. She cleared her throat gently and just held the student there on her lap, trying to make sure she was at least remotely comfortable in her unconscious state. After she made sure the girl was okay and well enough to walk (or even if she didn’t wake within the next moments, or even if she couldn’t walk), the professor would make sure she visited the hospital wing. The nurse would perform a thorough check-up and make sure she was fine. Ellie was a Charms professor and not exactly a perfectionist at performing healing charms, but she knew how to perform them and tried her best. She just hoped that she had properly healed the girl’s seemingly broken and bleeding nose.
As she waited for the girl to wake, Ellie continued to wipe the girl’s face with the soiled handkerchief. It looked like one of those expensive types, embroidered around the edges with a floral print. It was not something that meant a lot to Ellie. If it was, she wouldn’t have used it. Sighing gently, the woman held the handkerchief in her hand and just looked down at the girl from behind her glasses, her deeply blue eyes filled with worry for her student. Whether people believed it or not, she was devoted to her students, and she absolutely loved being a mother to them, sort of. She made this apparent in the way she taught and treated them. Like now, she was sitting on the floor with a student lying in her lap. That was a motherly concern she was having, but not for her own child. It was for a student.
