Post by Gracie Lee King on Sept 16, 2012 11:02:39 GMT -5
GRACIE LEE KING
January 15th, 1940: I guess this is where everything began, my whole life. This was the day that I was born into the cold arms of my parents. I was their second child so they regarded me as the copy of my older sister. My sister and I never got along from the start, she never really had a good reason to love me anyways. So, I was born in Paris, France. Both of my parents were of magical blood so of course they would imagine that Cecelia, my sister, would be magical and so would I.
February 1941: I showed my first sign of actually being magical. We had a cat named Cleo, very original I know, who was always playing with a ball of yarn. I thought it was rather cliche but my parents adored the cat more than me at times, it hurt me to see that of course so when I happened to accidentally wrap the yarn around Cleo's cat and nearly choke her to death. They were mad but somewhat pleased at the fact that I had actually showed a magical sign and my perfect older sister hadn't.
May 1946: The rest of my early childhood memories are gone by now, I can't remember much past 1947 but this one memory sticks out at me. Cecelia had now figured out that she was a squib. She couldn't have magic like the rest of us, she was different. My parents hated different, so they sent her off. She was shunned forever. I didn't see Cecelia for a long time until I was in my older years at Beauxbatons where my mother had attended school.
September 1954: I was fourteen the next time I saw my sister. It was in a newspaper. When I was younger I had some fascination with muggles and their habits, so our school offered a muggle newspaper for muggleborn students. I ordered it as well, it kept me in touch with the world. Then I saw her, Cecelia. She had been in a shooting at her school, she was dead and not even my parents knew. I had been left in a crippling depression for many days and didn't even know why. She shouldn't have mattered to me anymore, Cecelia had never cared for me. Maybe she had but with her gone I would never know the true answer.
July 1958: The year I graduated and the only year my parents seemed to have an actual care for me. I never understood them really, they always just seemed to be too busy to handle me, so after I graduated I went to London and got a flat, working for the wizarding paper the Daily Prophet as a minor editor.
Present day: Now I still live in London but like to travel to Paris many times a year, it has and always will be my true home. I haven't talked to my father in a while, my mother is dead. I am not a Death Eater nor on the Order of the Phoenix but prefer to make the decision later. I'm too busy writing at the moment anyways.
When Gracie wants something really bad she'll work for it. Otherwise she'd rather be left alone working in the corner and never public speaking. She hates large crowds of people and can actually rather be sweet to people. She'd much rather spend the day with one or two people than a large group of five, possibly even four being her maximum. There is no love life for Gracie and she wants to find someone soon, she's actually rather impatient and looks for someone with good looks and people with the same qualities of her.
olivia, paige, and alice.
