WINTRINGHAM, apollo j.

[apollo jeremiah wintringham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 310px; height: 250px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx24/captain_georgie/600full-ryan-koning-1.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 100px 100px 0px 0px; border: 4px solid #ffffff;] [style=overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 420px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #dcdcdc; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 0px 0px 50px 50px; border: 0px solid #ffffff;] good morning, good morning, good morning. the name's apollo, apollo wintringham, but you may just call me 'lo. my middle name is jeremiah: old and stuffy, yes, but it was my father's name, and he is big on the traditions. i am currently seventeen years old, born on the first of july. and that has absolutely nothing to do with what i am next about to say; that i am well and truly a ladies' man. except for the fact that, like my birthday, that will never change. oh, this is all the mind-numbingly boring beaurocatic nonsense, is it? oh, well. i currently attend hogwarts in my seventh year. proudly sporting the golden colours of the noble badger house - hufflepuff, for you muggles there - and i am a halfblood, more's the pity. my wand is thirteen and three quarter inches - and you know what they say about the length of a wizard's wand, eh? - made of redwood, springy and supple with plenty of give, and with a core of dragon heartstring. and, much to the chagrin of my mother, i am currently jobless. oh, is this an interview or something along those lines? you sure do ask a mighty fine amount of questions there, honey. never mind that, i am more than happy to answer them all, never fear. let's see: the things i like most in the world are apple pies, transfiguration, my mum and quidditch. and the things i dislike most in the world is are the forbidden forest, thieves, uniforms and mondays. most say my best talents lie in a natural affinity for the noblest of wizards' sports, quidditch, and with my silver tongue: i could charm my way out of a jail cell with it, my mother always said. but i have been known to be selfishly self-absorbed at times, and a little cocky. i apparently tend to overlook others who are beneath my level, which for a halfblood is not a talent which should be cultivated. i see myself more as a pureblood with unfortunate ancestry, an accident of birth which could - and should - have been avoided. but there's no use crying over spilt milk now, hmm? my greatest fear is the emancipation of the muggle species. this new idea floating around about granting muggles knowledge of wizardry? pure chaos. it's simply asking for a civil war: if my opinion was sought on the matter, i would be strongly against the whole thing. the abolishment of slavery is one thing, and fighting that wave would mean being hated by many people - something i like to avoid at all costs - but muggles knowing about magic? that just is not on. my mother's name was primrose patricia carter, a muggle. she is currently thirty-nine; however, kindly do not tell her i told you, as a proper lady never reveals her age. my father is forty-five this year: his name is jeremiah leopold wintringham. my parents have a bit of an age gap: the sad story is, my father accidentally got my mother - an ignorant muggle, at the time - pregnant and, being the good soul he is, married her, letting her into the secrets of the wizarding world. i have two sisters, arabelle and clarissa, who are twins in sixth year at hogwarts: bella is in gryffindor while rissa is in hufflepuff with myself. they are gorgeous, but i would ruin any man who set eyes upon them. we got along well together in our family home in the north of london town, and when i left for school i did miss them dearly. my childhood was less than eventful, surrounded by peaceful solitude in the countryside and enjoying the company of my little sisters. we were - and are - not wealthy enough to have our own muggle worker, but we are not poor yet. we are perhaps one of the most well-off halfblood families i have yet to meet. mother also feels an understandable dislike of the notion of slavery, but she usually bowed down to father's will on most matters. if he had the money, i am sure he would invest in a slave. my first five or so years went along without a hitch: sorted into the house of 'the rest', my natural charisma and talent for conversation kept me full to bursting with friends. i became, at a loss for another word, popular. i was the man everyone in my year and others wanted to know. making the quidditch team in my fourth year only boosted my reputation, and it tended to inflate my ego a little. alright, a lot. my popularity was the only thing that mattered to me after that, and even average owls didn't bring me down. my father was proud of my success, and in my sixth year i happened to beat to a pulp one of my sisters' cheating boyfriend, which catapulted me into fame in the lower years as well, though how positive that is i still don't know. into my seventh year now, i was surrounded by well-wishers and companions, and had made my fair share of enemies as well, as one in the spotlight like me is sure to do. my name's georgie, it's nice to meet you! i found you through an advertisement by emma on one of my sites. oh, and uhm,emma has been taking passwords again. apollo jeremiah wintringham, seventeen. hufflepuff. male. heterosexual. seventh year.

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[emma]

accepted!

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