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Laila Annette Queen



PLAY BY: Lily Allen

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Lai, Lala, Queenie.
AGE: Sixteen.
HOUSE: Hufflepuff.
YEAR: Sixth
BLOOD STATUS: Half Blood.
ALLIANCE: Neutral.
WEALTH STATUS: Barely enough to get by on.
SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual.
PATRONUS: a giraffe.
BOGGART: Herself falling. (Like off a cliff or someplace high)
MIRROR OF ERISED: Her family when she was a young girl before her father left.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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Kind, independent in the way that she likes to do things by herself and her own way, dependent in the way that she needs other people around her to keep her stable and for her to be able to do things, skilled with a wand, innocent (naive), gullible, determined yet lacking in focus, too trusting, not a good liar, pushover, emotional, sociable, flirt, low self esteem, extreme temper/mood swings, prefers physical rather than verbal, isn't necessarily weak but likes to keep other people happy, honest but struggles with it when the truth might hurt one of her friends, clumsy.

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Annette Giselle Bones
FATHER: David Richard Queen
SIBLINGS: Darren Isaac Queen (18, former Ravenclaw)
OTHER RELATIVES: Various half siblings around the place.
PETS: None.
HISTORY:

David Richard Queen came from a long line of purebloods. While other traditional pureblood families were wealthy and lived by certain rules, the Queens struggled to do so. THey just didn't have enough money. David was the oldest son and they tried and tried again to set him up in arranged marraiges, but no family would take him. Not only was his family poor, but David wasn't the most respectable young man. When he was nineteen he disappeared into the muggle world where he met seventeen year old Annette Giselle Bones, the prettiest little girl he had ever laid eyes on. David abandonned his family and it wasn't long before he had one of his own. David and Annette had only been together several months before she became pregnant with their first child Darren. Two years later, during which time they got a house together and were married, David rushed his wife to the closest hospital where she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her name was Laila Queen.

Unfortunately, they were not set to live a happy family life forever. Just after David's twenty-fourth birthday he took a moment to re-evaluate his life and he decided he didn't like it. Darren and Laila remember spending nights huddled together while their parents foughts. Screaming and yelling and the crashing as things were thrown around. One morning they woke up and found the house a mess. The curtains were torn, the carpet had stuff spilt on it and their was broken glass everywhere. Neither parent was in the house. Darren and Laila spent that day scared that they would be alone for the rest of their lives, but as the sun began to set Annette stumbled through the door. David never returned.

As Annette was a muggle, Laila and Darren were raised as muggle children from that day on. Her first step was to get rid of the plastic brooms David had given his children the previous Christmases and the plastic wands as well. She did try the whole single parent gig, but it just got harder and harder. Over time Anenette developed a drinking problem and Darren and Laila slowly learned to raise themselves. They matured much earlier than the other children their age and when Laila was nine Darren received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Laila was left to her own devices for most of the time. She continued to go to a muggle primary school until two years later when she received her acceptance letter. She'd shown her first signs of magic several years earlier and her mother had lost control. Annette hadn't liked the fact that Darren was a wizard but had hoped that Laila might still 'remain normal' as she liked to put it.

When Laila arrived at Hogwarts she had no idea she was about to have the best seven years of her life. As a child with a mother who placed no boundaries upon her she’d been free to establish her individuality at a younger age. So when she reached Hogwarts and all the other students her age were still trying to develop and discover themselves, Laila was at the point where she was refining who she was. She didn’t have too many friends at this point but that didn’t bother Laila. There were always people who Laila could hang around with and talk to, but no one especially close to her. Laila didn’t mind.

Laila returned home for the summer between her third and fourth year at Hogwarts her mother offered her a drink. This was when Laila first started drinking. She spent that entire summer with her two fifteen and sixteen year old cousins sneaking out, partying and drinking. This was when Laila realised she liked girls as well as boys. She'd had a few past boyfriends but only one serious relationship. She thought she'd been in love, and maybe she had. But for now she wasn't really looking for anything special. She was just out to have a good time and enjoy life as it came. She returned back to Hogwarts for her fourth year a louder and slightly more confident and outgoing student.

Now in her sixth year at Hogwarts Laila has returned to even out academic record, which truth be told is not all that fantastic, and in general just have a good time.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Witchy
AGE: 17.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Side bar (;
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Emily wiped her teary, make-up stained eyes on her sleeve and leant back. As she looked across the lake she wondered if Martin was ever going to come. He was probably asleep or reading and didn't want to see her. Not many people ever really wanted to see her, unless it was for sex. Over the years Emily had found that that was what most people wanted from her. To drink with her, to fuck her, to dispose of her. And Emily really didn't mind, not most of the time anyway. Some days Emily wouldn't feel up to it and she would sit on her bed in a similar position as she was in her earlier - with her knees pulled close to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. And she would think about her father's death, that was another memory she remembered. And Michael's death. She would sit there on her bed, in this same position for hours on end, staring at the wall, or the curtains and she would replay this scene over and over again in her head.

Emily had been thirteen and she remembered Michael holding her in his arms. She'd snuggled her head up under his chin and from there she could listen to his heart beat, she could feel the warmth of his skin on hers. He was her best friend. He was her everything. Ever since Emily had lost Michael she just hadn't been the same person. Of course, it could have just been her growing up - she had only been thirteen at the time, but her mother definitely thought it was losing Michael that made Emily the girl that she was. She still had friends, a large group of them in fact, but she wasn't overly close with any of them. Her current BFF, or that's what they called each other, was Brielle Hudson and they were kind of close. But they were more party buddies than anything. That was really what Emily's friends were. Just party buddies.

She heard Martin's footsteps clomping down on the ground before he reached her, but she didn't turn to look at him, she didn't even great him. All Emily did was throw back another mouthful of her Firewhisky. "Hey!" she cried out as he tossed it into the water, "What was that for?" her words slightly slurred, she turned to glare at him. She was no longer sad and crying, that feeling had passed long ago while she'd been sitting there drinking herself away. But Martin's appearance, and his throwing away of her bottle just made her angry. Tears came to her eyes again but she blinked them away and looked again out across the black lake. She didn't say anything at first and while he made to sit down next to her all she did was pull her feet out of the water and tuck them neatly underneath her.

They sat in silence for a while, Emily didn't know where to start. Her mind was so full of thoughts. She closed her eyes and focussed on the night it happened, that night she'd ventured into the library for a one on one tour with Martin. She smirked slightly at the thought, but frowned again as she remembered something. "That photo on your cork board, in the library. The one behind your desk. There's a photo on it of a young boy, is he your son?" Her words weren't as slurred as they had been earlier. She seemed to have become a little more in control of herself, a little more serious.

She turned her head ever so slightly to look at Martin again. Tonight she wasn't looking him over like she usually was, no. Tonight Emily Oliver was looking at Man and she was just looking. Not thinking about what she usually thought about, not subtly trying to catch his eye. Tonight Emily was just looking at Martin, wondering what he was going to say next. It was almost a normal conversation. She pulled her knees up to her chest again and rested her head on them, still looking at Martin. Just waiting for a response, curious as to what she might learn about him. That was another thing Emily no longer did. She never took the time to get to know people, she didn't really know much about anyone. She never really cared. For the first time in for years Emily found herself caring about somebody, actually interested in their life, curious as to who this man might actually be when he's not the librarian.

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