WARRINGTON, caitrin anabel

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• CAITRIN ANABEL WARRINGTON •
you're dressed to kill, i'm calling you out
don't waste your time on me

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WELCOME TO HOGWARTS!
PLEASE, TELL US THE BASICS
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hello there! my name is caitrin anabel warrington, i'm in sixth year, and i'm a hufflepuffle! haha, see what I did there? well, anyway, I guess I should tell you about myself. people like to call me cai, cait, trin, caity, or sometimes even ana or belle. I don't know why but, everyone's got to have a nickname, right? I guess my siblings started with the whole nickname thing, although I prefer cai or trin to cait, caity, or anything else. I won't yell at you for it! unless I don't like you. then I probably will. as for my birthday, I was born on the 7th of feburary, making me sixteen, right?

I am a pureblood, and i'm hoesntly not really bothered about it! unlike some people, I don't think blood status is everything. it really just depends on the personality, right? or is that just me being cheesy? probably... but it is my belief so no one should laugh at it, right!?

my wand? oh! of course. my wand is about ten inches long, and is made of blackthorn wood, and the core is veela hair
. um, I guess that's all for this section? woo! acomplishments.

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THEY SAY YOU LOOK JUST LIKE
ERIKA ALTOSAAR. DO YOU AGREE?

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haha, I have been told I look like this erika person, but I just don't see it! I love her name though. she is quite pretty, I guess, but no matter how many times my friends and siblings shake their heads and come out with something like, “oh, you look like erika altosaar so much under this light,” I still can't see it! even if I do look like her, i'm not her; i'm caitrin. anyways! I think I used to have brown hair... I think... that was before I dyed it this lovely red colour! it was so long ago I can't remember... mom and dad threw a fit when they found it. my eyes are bright blue – I actually quite like them, ahha! i'm actually about 5 feet seven inches, the last time I checked, and weight about 60 kg. although I have dyed my hair numerous times, I have no tattoos, piercings, or scars. as for my clothing style, I like wearing dresses with, um, sometimes flowery patterns, sometimes just block colours, with flats. i'm a girl, I can, so why not? I don't really wear makeup, but if there's a date on the line, i-i guess I will, just not make myself look orange...

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SO. TELL ME SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES.
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okay, this'll be easy! I like (well, love, haha!) my friends and family (well, my siblings – can't wait to get rid of my parents, put it that way), they are the most important thing to me. I like being with company rather than being alone, and noise, as weird as it is. it puts me at ease. care of magical creatures is my favourite class – i'm a softie for animals, get over it! haha. I like jelly worms and hot chocolate, so much so that if you get me any of these two things, I will be yours eternally. I guess I like reading fictional books, whether muggle or wizard, though I only do that in the common room or maybe in the grounds if it's nice enough. speaking of the grounds, I really like outside and the sun.

the first thing I can't stand are bullies. it seems “everyone hates them” but I genuinely do despise them. I really don't like homework, I mean, what's the point? we do enough in class... and stress and tests are definitely not my thing, either, I just get all sweaty and I can feel my heart beating faster and faster and I just can't deal with the pressure of tests. I'm not a big fan of parties either, that would mean getting drunk and then I wake up with a banging headache in the morning (apparently, i'm the angry girl drunk. not a good thing). boys that are too arrogant really annoy me. unless it's an autobiography it really shouldn't be “me me me” all the time! I don't like silence, it really makes me think i'm going to get crept up on by a wand wielding maniac, and last of all, I hate horror stories! they creep me out and then everyone thinks it's funny when I scream and go running from the circle..

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WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT? AND TO GO
WITH THAT, WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
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well, i'm good at helping people, like with tutoring, running errands, doing favours, that kind of thing. i don't mind doing it, either, haha! i'm also not too bad at charms, and as i previously mentioned, i love (and am pretty good at) care of magical creatures! i'm decent at doing homework (however much i dislike it) and arithmacy.

i am, however, totally terrible at lying. my cheeks flush and my hands go sweaty and i stumble over my own words... yup, totally horrible at lying (it's why i avoid boys i happen to like). i'm pretty self concious, and i hold grudges. i'm not very independant and need people to lean on quite a lot. finally, i see the good in pepole - which, apparently, makes me too trustworthy.

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HOW ABOUT SOME OTHER NITPICKY THINGS?
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three quirks and habits? oh, well. i tend to bite my nails when i'm nervous - and i get nervous a lot! when i'm tired, as weird as it sounds, i hang my tongue out of my mouth slightly, like a dog. it's quite funny! as for my last one, i tend to lick my lips when i'm deep in thought. it sounds weird, but hey! my worst fear is definitely dying by fire. the idea of your flesh just burning up... even if i am a witch, if i seen fire i think i'd be too scared to get the words out! my best kept secret is probably how self concious i actually am. however much you think what you've said or done has effected me, times it by ten and you'll get the full extent of what i'm feeling. i like the smell of chocolate, gummy slugs and roses - i'm a sap! i'm also single and straight, if you haven't figured that out.

as for my patronus, well, my best memory was the time that i was really young, and my sister wasn't here. it was just me, jacov and his twin ---, and the two thirds of the set of triplets i'm apart of, --- and ---, all went to the park together. it was before any of us were in hogwarts, before i hated my parents and my parents hated me, when everything was simple... i was just really happy that day. my dad got me an icecream and we just generally had a good time. that was the last time i felt connected to my parents, and as much as i hate to admit it, i miss them. but i hold grudges, and as much as i want to, i'm not forgiving them for hating me over something as stupid as being in hufflepuff.

my boggart... my boggart was when i came home from my first year at hogwarts and i told them i was in hufflepuff. it seems pathetic, doesn't it? my whole life seems to revolve around the two people that are no longer apart of it. but when i told them, their lips curled into angry snarls and they turned their backs on me, walked into the car and ignored me the rest of the way back, happily chatting to my other four brothers about their first and second year of hogwarts. when i got home, i was lazily served a quick make meal whilst they had something fancy, i can't really remember now. i can just remember the feeling that i was drowning and the guilt and despair in my stomach even then, and when i went back to my room that night i cried my eyes out. such gutwrenching sobs... i... i don't want to talk about this any more.

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WHAT ABOUT YOUR OVERALL PERSONALITY?
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okaaaay! personality, well, here goes. first thing you'll notice about me is the fact i'm pretty cheery! i guess most of the time i'll have a smile on my face, and i'll usually be laughing. see, being happy is better than being sad and although i do tend to get upset during the night because of unnessacery fears and memories, i get by pretty darn well during the day! i like to help people out, like i've said, with schoolwork or running an errand or telling someone something for them, whatever!

i guess i'm a pretty good friend? really, how should i know... i do try and cheer people up, and although i can't protect people very well i can try and talk the person through it all. i would probably ask someone else for advice although i try very hard not to reveal secrets about someone if you've asked me not to - unless it's absolutely nessacery. i love all of my friends and love to hang out with them.

another thing you should know is that i hold grudges. i am pretty self concious about the way i look and the way i act sometimes, so it's not hard to get to me. if you've said or done something horrible to me, unless you're my family, i will hold a grudge against you and not let it go until you've apologised at least thirteen times. just joking about the thirteen times bit... but if you are genuinely sorry i will probably forgive you. i do try and give everyone a fair chance and odds are even if you are "totally evil" i'll try and befriend you anyway... stupid of me, right? but everyone deserves a chance!

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SO, YOU PROBABLY HAVE
AN INTERESTING FAMILY. TELL US!
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an interesting family? me? not particularly, although, there is six children, all made by the same two people, believe it or not, within it. there's the eldest, jacov aki warrington, and he's pretty cool. i love him, yeah yeah yeah. like i love his twin, --- --- warrington. they're both in seventh year, slytherins. i am, as mentioned, part of a set of triplets. my other two dorky brothers go by the names of --- --- and --- ---. they're sixth year, like me, and of course, slytherin. then there's my youngest sister, she's in fifth year and surprise, surprise! she's a slytherin.

my parents are called charles and colleen, and i don't pay much attention to them any more. i don't know if they hate me anymore - hell, sometimes they try and strike up a conversation - but i don't want to talk to them right now. the pain they made me feel at nights just from the look of disappointment in their eyes was too much to forgive right now.

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HOW DID YOU GROW UP?
TELL US ABOUT YOUR HISTORY.
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i was born on the 7th of febuary, first of a set of triplets. my two brothers popped out after me and just like that, there were five warrington children, all capable witches and wizards, pureblood, to loving parents - as loving as hardcore slytherin parents get. which, surprisingly, was a lot. when i was five, the twins were six, and my sister was four, we'd get taken out a lot during the summer, taken to fancy restuarants and lovely playparks, and just had fun. it's sad that those were the best days of my life, as a child who came from a good family and rarely had arguements with her family.

ever since we were five, i'd always yearned to go to hogwarts, along with the rest of us. actually, i wanted to go to hogwarts so much i tried to fit in jacov's suitcase a few days before he left with his twin - i don't know if it's because i wanted to go that badly or because i would miss them so much (...don't tell them i said that!). but they did leave, and i remember crying a lot and hugging them and begging them to take me, or not to go - to wait a year until i was old enough to go with them! but they told me to be a big girl and they'd be back before i knew it.

so without them around, i was the eldest, and i had to look after them when they went out automatically, which was, admittedly, harder than i thought it would be. but me and the rest of my triplets and my sister did get along extremely well, even without our two elder brothers. when they came back, they told us such stories! i was so excited i was going with them next time i asked --- if he knew a spell that would speed up time (he laughed and patted me on the head).

finally, i was going! i was on my way to hogwarts, in a carriage with all my other brothers. they were stupid and making disgusting bum related jokes, so my ride there wasn't the best. when we got there, we got to go across the giant lake, which i was most pleased about. i could touch the water! of course --- and --- didn't see the importance of this, but oh well.

we were so far down in the register for getting sorted, i was getting so impatient when finally, my brothers were called, the hat screaming out slytherin twice before i was called up. finally i could be in slytherin with my brothers, i could do all the things i'd only dre-

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

i couldn't help the gasp from escaping my lips, as i set the hat down and moved quiet as a mouse to the yellow table. people welcomed me and congratulated me quietly, but all i could do was look over at the slytherin table, where my brothers were, staring at me like i'd grown a second head. there had to me some mistake, that's what i (and i'm pretty sure what they) were thinking. but of course the hat never lies, or something like that. i expected them to ignore me, but i was their sister, so we did hang around with each other and of course see each other in classes. it was when i got home that was the problem.

...i... i've already explained this bit, must i do it again? okay. fine. they turned their back on me and ignored me for the rest of the holidays, alright? they fed me and clothed me, and that was it. i was so upset and scared. my parents were everyhting to me and now i'd lost them over some stupid house, over my personality. they should've been prepeared! my personality was never cut out for slytherin, was it? they would've noticed that. i was their daughter, they shouldn't have had a problem.

i think i became a lot quieter after that. i didn't talk to my siblings; i couldn't. i envied them. so i holed myself up in my room, ignoring when my brothers would knock on the door and ask me to come out, just once. i just read, and read, and read, like that would help me. it did, kind of. it helped me forget things. this was like this until the end of third year. that was when i decided i wasn't going ot be the way i was being anymore. they didn't care about me, why should i about them? it took a while but, gradually, the cheeriness returned to my voice and one of my sibligns said something about noticing the sparkle in my eyes again. i think we're okay now, and although sometimes i look at them and do long to be them, i realise i'd rather stay in hufflepuff - that redhaired little virgin girl who's weird as hell.

...did that imply that slytherins are whores? oops. well, a lot of them are... i'll go now.

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SO WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THE CHARACTER,
HOW ABOUT THE PLAYER?
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i'm trin, i'm female, I found this place because I know jazzie. I have no other characters for the moment. the password is ADMIN EDIT ;0

Why was it, whenever she gave Logan Flynn a chance to earn some 'independence', as it were (as the manager usually had her to accompany whenever he asked Logan to do something), he always fucked it up? Take that moment, for example. The reporter's mouth was hanging wide open after Logan had told her, basically, to fuck off and come back at a later time. Now, whilst Caitlyn did agree with this, he could've put it in a nicer context, or, in fact, not said it at all. He could've just commented on the shows, on the fans and how great and supportive they were, and how stoked he was - whether he was or not. Because that's what you did, or, at least, that's what a hell of a lot of people seemed to be doing. Of course, Caitlyn had stupidly forgotten what Logan was like. Quite like the other members of the band, he did what he wanted -- although, the other members of Injected Hopeless were just that extra bit polite that would make them answer her this reporters question with a little bit of grace, a little bit of dignity, and definitely no swearing. Logan, however, seemed to be the opposite to them, judging by the outrageously snappy and pretty mean answer he'd just given the woman called Carrie.

A glare passed over her face, her foot moving to kick Logan in the shin. She gave him a fierce glare; one that said, I'll get that for you later. And she hoped he knew she would. Probably using this to get him to do something for her, as the minute the manager seen what he'd done, Caity'd get the blame for giving him a chance, which was totally retarded, but apparently, everyone seemed to think she had some weird hold over him to get him to do what she wanted him to do - which obviously wasn't true, or, at least, wasn't working, judging by the thing he'd just done.

The blonde female turned to the reporter, throwing out a smile she didn't mean, but hey, she was used to faking smiles, so it should've looked pretty genuine. "Sorry about that." Her hand moved to squeeze Logan's upper arm forcefully. Hey, the camera wouldn't be able to tell it was intended to hurt him - it would probably look like an affectionate squeeze, like a sister would give a brother. Really, she hoped Logan was at least smart enough to pick up her message, Disagree and you're dead. "Really, Carrie, people that are watching. He's a big softie. He just needs his beauty sleep." Yup, it was a lame joke - things Caitlyn made in awkward situations. When the reporter began to speak again, laughing, joking, teasing the two ever so slightly, Caity finally let go of his arm, leaning back in the comfy seat and, dangerously, allowing her mind to wander once again.

What she'd said about tour wasn't a lie. She did like tour so far. There were bands here she actually listened to, and actually liked, which was saying something. Most of the bands she liked she already knew she'd never be working with already, but there was a band or two she really enjoyed listening to. So of course, getting to meet the folks of them was pretty exciting. For her, at least. And, of course, the travelling. Her home-town was just getting to her recently. It seemed that no matter how many "rights" had happened there, two wrongs and she wanted to get the fuck out of that place.

She didn't even bother with the wondering about if that was normal to people. She wasn't like people. She had had no parents to look up to, just a brother. Since he was her only family left, they'd gotten so amazingly close to one another. Nothing was a secret. They had decided they just didn't have the time for at, and as soon as Cameron was old enough, he'd moved out, and brought Caitlyn with him. And the friends - even though they came and went, they always had each other. That's what she regretted. Getting friendly with the members of Injected Hopeless had been her downfall - that's what the stupid fight had been about. The fight in which they'd told each other they hated one another, the fight that had driven Cameron out of the apartment, the fight that had him so angry he hadn't looked both ways and died. The fight, the fight, the fight. She was so selfish. That's why he died. That's why he wasn't here, cheering her on, like he would've if he were still alive. That's why Caitlyn hated herself with a passion.

"....Caitlyn." Carrie was speaking. Shaking her head slightly, hoping that the overwhelming sadness she was feeling wasn't showing in her eyes, or body language. She forced a smile as the nosy-as-fuck woman began to ask her a question. "On tour, you've been in jail numerous times for punching people both intoxicated and sober. Of course, you realise, this makes you a pretty terrible role model for those out there, both young, teen, and maybe even adults. What do you have to say for this?"

Fuck, that hurt. Trust a reporter to kick you when you were down. A small frown passed over her face as she looked down at her knees, debating on what to say. Rip her head off? No, she wasn't in the mood. She opted to go for the safe option - agree with what was said. It was, admittedly, the way she felt anyway. "Well... I don't see why you'd want to look up to me. I'm pretty fucked up, so I doubt anyone has the disfortune to take after me."

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AND TO FINISH, WHO MADE THIS?
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution.

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