Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2018 18:15:48 GMTadelaide wood SOMETHING HAS CHANGED WITHIN ME
[PTabbedContent] [PTab=PERSONALITY] SOMETHING IS NOT THE SAME
[/PTab={background-color:#f0f0f0;width:530px;height:290px;padding:10px;padding-top:0px;margin-top:-6px;}] [PTab=BIOGRAPHY] I'M THROUGH WITH PLAYING BY the rules of someone else's game The tears couldn't stop flowing; all that Katie Bell had worked so hard for, all that waited ahead of her, was going to be thrown out the window. A baby was not what she wanted, and especially not with Oliver Wood. The two of them had just begun dating and it was far from serious at that point. A baby would ruin both of their lives, that was for sure. Still, there was no escaping the growing baby inside her. Oliver was less than impressed, though accompanied her to appointments at St. Mungo's as he felt it was his place. For the entire pregnancy, they treated the baby inside of Katie as an arrangement - something they would have to deal with when it came to fruition, and until then they had no real plan. You struggled to breathe for those first few minutes, which caused severe upset in your parents. As they watched the doctors figure out what was wrong, they realized just how precious you were. A slightly complication in the delivery resulted in your difficulty in breathing, but it didn't take long for you to get your composure and fall fast asleep in your mother's arms after being fed. Your parents promised each other they were in it together - that they wouldn't fail you, all while you snuggled up to your mom. Two years after you were born, your parents decided to get married. Oliver had continued his Quidditch career while your mother tended to you. And while you loved your mother and the time you spent together, the way she looked longingly at your father's Quidditch robes couldn't be brushed away. Your mother and father argued, but it was mostly due to your mother's jealousy. She had been secretly training while you took naps or were preoccupied with your toys on the lawn. It wasn't long before she tried out for Quidditch again and got her spot back. You were given a nanny to keep after you and you missed your mother's near-constant presence. Things weren't exactly rough for you despite your parents being gone a lot. You missed them, but you became more independent. They were slightly annoyed when you didn't exactly pay them much attention when they were home, but it was the way you learned to cope - not getting too attached. Your nanny comforted you when you fell from the kitchen counter, held you when you needed a hug, and cooked you meals that your mother had no idea how to make. Things were fine in the house. You were just over the age of four when your mom fell pregnant again, only this time her and your father planned for it. The two of them were so excited. They organized a nursery for the baby and fawned over names, all while you grew angry. How could your mother be so excited when she was going to have to give up her dream again? Why was she so willing to throw it away for your brother, but not for you? You began harboring resentment, even at such a young age. And when your brother was born, you wanted nothing to do with him. You were selfish with your toys and your parents' affection, which only made the distance between you and your parents grow. In an attempt to mend your relationship, your father began teaching you Quidditch closely. It was evident from the things he said that he couldn't wait to teach your brother, Noah, and he was less excited about teaching you. You desired to prove to him you were worthy of his time and education - you would be worth it. And, in fact, you were. Quidditch came easily to you, so much so that your father was, in fact, impressed, as was your mother. That put even greater pressure on your brother to do well when it was his time to be taught the same lessons, but you could always tell he would never be on the same level as you - no matter how much your father desired it. Something happened, though, that changed everything. A major injury, one that resulted in your father's dismissal from Quidditch, ripped through your family like it ripped through your father. Things got really bad. Your father became quiet and uneasy to be around. He forced you to try harder at Quidditch and to be better, and you could feel the rising pressure. You didn't mind the pressure, but you highly disliked your father's anger. He apologized, you forgave him, but you were still hurt. He was using you to carry out the things he couldn't. It wasn't long before your father left. Your mother said he needed some time away, but you knew what that meant. You sulked in your room for days while your mother and brother held each other tight and comforted one another. Anger boiled inside you as you felt alone more than ever. Your mother tended only to the emotions of your brother, thinking you were the oldest so you should be able to handle it best. You needed her, too. You went to Hogwarts and were so happy there. The Sorting Hat took little time to sort you into Gryffindor and you had no problems with that. Your parents were proud of you, called you their little lion, and your mother sent you packages every week. Your father wrote you occasionally, but you mostly tossed the letters to avoid thinking of his absence. You met fast friends and it was very evident that the people around you knew your family name; it wasn't anything like being a Potter, but you were definitely known. It was a good thing you were social and not at all shy, because you might have had a hard time trying to blend in. School came easy to you for some reason. While your family had focused on Quidditch and your skills in it, they have never really talked about or introduced you to spells and things of that nature. You picked it up fairly quickly and became very skilled with your wand. In third year, in fact, you joined the Dueling Club alongside of making the Quidditch team. Your schedule was jam-packed with things to do, but you did most of them flawlessly. Your only fault in your studies was your poor time management and procrastination when it came to assignments. Doing work in class was no problem, but you were often given detention for missing homework. You even nearly failed Charms due to not turning in a major paper - thankfully, you made up for it. Your father's reputation in Quidditch became somewhat of a joke, so much so that you began to withdraw from the sport. While you continued to be on the team, determined to be there for your teammates and house, you felt your passion for the game dwindling away. You soon became angry every time you mounted a broom, not because you felt anger towards the game itself but because of your embarrassment. You put so much of your soul into a game for a person who left you, and for what? What did you have to show for it? Somehow, your father and mother mended their relationship and he was welcomed back into the house, as though he'd never left. To you, he'd never been there. He went on and on about how proud he was of you, but you knew it was all a charade. You constantly threw it in his face how your successes in Quidditch were of no benefit from his teachings and had everything to do with the hard work you put into it. Your father was pitiful in his attempts at rekindling your friendship, but you weren't your mother. You wouldn't be so easily persuaded to forgive him for his absence. Your father began making a name for himself in the Quidditch world again - not as a joke or even a player, but as a coach. Your classmates began laying off on the jokes at school and you felt a breath of fresh air as your skills in Quidditch could finally be seen again for what they were. In Seventh Year, you became Captain of the Quidditch team and the Dueling Club, juggling both with your academics staying at top marks. You had become an incredibly popular student, but fame wasn't important to you. You had realized that your heart's desires were what truly mattered. While you loved Quidditch, you didn't pursue it for your father - you did it for you. After graduating Hogwarts, you took a year to travel the world, much to your father's dismay. During your travels, you studied Quidditch players from all over the world and made great connections with those of other countries. Upon returning to the U.K., you joined the Appleby Arrows and began making a name for yourself. The media went into a frenzy as another Wood took the world by storm. You were accustomed to being the subject of the media as your parents had their time in it, as well. Fame means nothing to you as you continue to pursue your dream as an athlete. While your father and you continue to have an uneasy relationship, you give him credit only for introducing you to the thing you love the most. You've learned, however, not to trust anyone and to keep people at a distance - you never know when they will leave. [/PTab={background-color:#f0f0f0;width:530px;height:290px;padding:10px;padding-top:0px;margin-top:-6px;}] [PTab=PLAYER] I'LL TRY DEFYING GRAVITY
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