Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2018 16:33:33 GMTbrennan creevey IF IT'S A FIGHT I'M READY TO GO
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[/PTab={background-color:#f0f0f0;width:530px;height:290px;padding:10px;padding-top:0px;margin-top:-6px;}] [PTab=BIOGRAPHY] I'M NOT RUNNING the whole story August 7th, 2005 welcomed a stormy night. As the dark clouds circled above The Creevey House in Galway, Ireland, your mother clutched the edges of the claw-foot tub, her damp hair irritating as it fluttered in and out of her face. The breeze from the wind soothed her, but allowed water to drip onto the floor between the window and the small, free-standing sink. Your father soothed her, trying to brush her hair back with his palm, but she snapped at him angrily, blaming him for intense pain she was feeling. You took a long time to breach your mother's body but once you did, you were immediately uncomfortable with the air around you. The stickiness of the air of summer made you squirm and all you knew how to do was cry. You were handed off to an aunt when all you wanted was your mother - but, she was busy. Your brother was born about six minutes after you, and you would never let him live it down that he was the youngest. You and your brother were close as toddlers. You cuddled each other to sleep, being patted on the back by your older brother (though he was only one year older.) Life for The Creevey's was practically perfect, though your father may have been overwhelmed with three kids at such a young age. Your parents were very traditional in the sense that they didn't prevent children but didn't necessarily need them either; you all just sort of happened, unplanned, though you were loved fiercely. You noticed your older brother seemed to get a lot of attention more than you and your twin, though you chalked it up to him being the first-born. A handful - that's what your mother called you to all of her friends. You began to get a stigma about it, feeling as though you were the one they hated the most. You were always the one sitting in timeout, forced to watch your brothers play in the living room while you stared from the corner. Your mother would push your face back to the wall when she realized you were watching, telling you to do your time. You didn't know what time you owned, but you wished you'd had it to use for playing instead. You never learned your lesson, though. You were always the mischievous one. Even when you did things right you seemed to get blamed for not doing it as good as your brothers. You were loved, certainly, but you always felt looked down upon by your parents. They praised your twin and your older brother, while they would always sigh when a friend brought up your name. You weren't bad - you were just a little boy. You became even more of a handful when your first sign of magic revealed itself. You were playing with your toys when suddenly your brother came into the room and kicked over your blocks. Your eyes started to water but instead of crying, you got mad - so mad, in fact, that your blocks caught on fire. Your mother screamed and had no idea what to do, while your father cheered from the living room. Thankfully once your father picked you up and started throwing you into the air, you had too much excitement and the fire dissipated. Your first sign of magic came roughly two years before your twin's - your parents were impressed. Happiness flooded over you when your older brother went to Hogwarts, leaving you and your twin. You bonded more simply because he was gone, but your twin began showing you that he wasn't exactly a friend. He teased you in front of your mutual friends on the playground. There were other signs, too, but you couldn't prove it was your brother that hid your belongings or stole from your shared room. You wanted desperately to be best friends with him like you were before, but it just wasn't there. You loved him, but you resented him. And when you told your parents, they simply blamed everything on you, telling you that you're just forgetful or misplaced it. Your brother's sneakiness was too much to compete with. You began displaying your own manipulative side, so there was no question when you were sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts that it was destined that way. Your brothers were both in Gryffindor, your parents' dream house, which only made you the outsider even more. You weren't bad, though. There was a stigma with your house but most of the people you met were actually nice. There were the outliers, sure, but even your brother was an outlier for his own house. You weren't a very good student, really, but you liked school itself. Being away from your parents and having a fresh start was nice. Your first impressions weren't the greatest with your professors, but at least they liked you. They kept saying you had so much potential, so intelligent, but you were wasting it. Maybe. Girls seemed to flock to you and you loved it. You became somewhat of a catch, with a strong reputation for satisfying girls as they desired. You were a smooth-talker, not shy at all. You enjoyed the company of women and they enjoyed you. You got your heart broken a few times, mostly because people thought you were a player and you weren't. Really you just wanted companionship, someone to understand what it felt like to always feel alone, but you never really found it. You stopped dating around and kept to yourself for the most part, but you can still get the girls if you want to. Life is tricky as you're always expected to fail - you want to prove people wrong but don't have much motivation to do it. You want to find it, though. You want to show people you're more than the Slytherin Creevey. You have skill, you have worth, and no one can tell you otherwise. 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