Lily Luna Potterage:
Expecto Patronum - Lily's is a winged mare.Wand:
10 and ĺ inch Willow with a unicorn tail hair at its core.mirror, mirror on the wall:
Taking a little after her Weasley side of her family tree, Lily
has medium length, red hair. While growing up she did have a fine spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks, but as she had gotten older, and much to her elation they have faded. She stands at 5'7'' and weighs approximately 120lbs.in my heart of hearts: Friendly
Ė I have a lot of different kinds of friends and I love spending time with all of them even if I have to do it at different times. Not all of my friends get along together and belong to different social cliques. I wish it wasnít like this because I think people could be a lot happier if they didnít worry about rubbish like social status. This is especially true now that I am an adult. I associate with whomever I please and however I please and no one is going to tell me to do otherwise.Blunt
Ė This is something that I guess I get from my mother. I always say what is on my mind. If I might say something that could hurt someone elseís feelings I do try to find a way of saying it so as not to wound them. I donít know about you but I think people would do better if they knew that truth. It might not always be the nicest thing to hear but you canít grow without knowing what needs to change. I do admit though, sometimes my tendency to be frank has gotten people mad at me. I have had more than one row over voicing my opinion and it wouldnít be the first time I was called opinionated instead of blunt.Brave
Ė Or courageous? Foolhardy? Iíve heard all of those things. I know I have some guts. It wouldnít do to be a scaredy-cat who constantly said things that might get herself into trouble would it? My father says Iím a lot like his mum because I donít mind one bit telling a bully off. I donít understand why bullies are what they are anyways. Whatís with all of this pureblood, half-blood, mudblood junk anyways? Itís just another excuse to be a bully if you ask my opinion. Brash
Ė Another one of those ďBĒ words for me! I admit it, while at Hogwarts I received at least one Howler a year for flapping my gums when I supposedly ought to have stayed quiet. Stylish!
Ė I'm afraid this is something of a vice at this point in my life. I know my parents would have liked to see me grow out of my obsession with muggle fashion. Didn't happen. Yes, I'm a self-admitted shop-a-holic and if you don't like it you can bite it. I'll leave it to you to guess just what it
is.my dark past:
So I was born in September which is also during my favorite time of year. Iím basically the baby of the family and the only girl too. My mom was also the only girl and she said she was glad in a way because it made her tough. I have to agree with her sentiment though because after growing up with my two older brothers, I feel as though I can outwit and confound just about any man I come into contact with.
When I was really small I didnít notice all of the attention my mum and dad got whenever we were out and about. But when I got older I realized that a lot of people just seemed to stare at us. Thatís around the time that Mum fessed up about dad and what had happened when he was just a baby with You-Know-Who. She also told me about You-Know-Whoís return and how all of Hogwarts had to fight him and his Death Eaters off. She said Dad was amazing with how he faced You-Know-Who. After I heard the story, I understood why Dad got so much attention. He never has seemed to like it but at first I have to admit that I thought it was pretty neat. Then, after a while I saw why he didnít like it because sometimes those scheming reporters from the Daily Prophet will post some random story about my dad. Most of the time theyíre full of lies. I've only ever just wanted to be me and have never let my father's life dictate how I should be in my own.
I canít complain about my childhood though. I have a huge extended family and I have always loved my Grandmother Molly and Papa Arthur. Growing up, my family had many get-togethers and I think we were all pretty tightly knit. One of the most enormously entertaining things was being confused with my cousins from the Weasley side of the family. People were often quick to assume the direct relation simply because of my red hair. Silly.