WEASLEY; hermione jean

[hermione]

HERMIONE jean WEASLEY



"...Now, I'm going to bed before you two get us killed, or worse: Expelled."

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Hermione Jean Weasley
Age: 44
Birthday: September Ninteenth
House: Gryffindor
Blood Type: AB+
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Muggle-Born

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Dana Delany
Height: Five feet and seven inches
Weight: One-hundred and thirty one
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Colour: Light olive
Distinguishing Features: Her red curly hair
Dressing Style: She isn't the most stylish person on the earth, but she does like the more nicer looking clothes. She doesn't mind the skirts and dresses, though it isn't her most preferred thing. Colors have little affect on her, not caring what shades of colors she wore as long as they matched with each other.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Loving, watchful, curious, intelligent, a bit naggy, thoughtful, a bit uptight with rules
Likes: Reading, her husband and children, cats, following the rules (for the most part), walking
Dislikes: Being told what to do constantly, failing, arguing, headaches, heights, flying
Strengths: Reading, ability to listen to others, giving advice, keeping secrets, charms, quick thinking
Weaknesses: Heights, flying, running, sarcasm

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Vine Wood
Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring
Wand Length: Ten and three quarters
Pet(s): Crookers - Orange Tabby

BACKGROUND

Mother: Mrs. Granger
Father: Mr. Granger (No one knows their first names x.x)
Sibling(s): None
Other Important Family: None
History: Born into a muggle family, Hermione had thought little of her life. Both her parents were dentists and they lived a comfortable life. She hardly had any realization of her abilities until she grew closer to the age of eleven. Once accepted into Hogwarts, she met the two people who would forever change her life, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. In the first year, the three of them had a sort of hard time getting to know each other, but after a wild adventure of sneaking and tricking three-headed dogs, the small group became very close. The years passed, each one building to what they had all been preparing for.

After the rebirth of Voldemort, Hermione and her two friends were quick to begin strengthening their skills, preparing for the battle they all knew was coming. Holding a brother-sister relationship with Harry, the two were very close, sharing practically everything with each other. Ron, on the other hand, was the one that secretly held her romance interest. After years of adventures and fighting, the Dark Lord was defeated, bringing all three much closer than they had ever been. After the war, Hermione married Ron, their first few years wonderful together until a newcomer came into the family. Their first child was one of the greatest joys of their life and it was another three years after that they had another joy come into the family. Or, really two.

Hermione gave birth to a pair of twins, Silas and Samara. Sending all three to the school both her and Ron had happily gone to, she was proud to see them graduate and become their own persons.

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Vivian
RP Experience: 5-6 Years
RP Sample: Rose was never really one to do her own dirty work, but hunting, unfortunately, was one thing she had to do herself. Yes, her father usually sent her well-stocked supplies of animal blood from his own hunts, but he couldn't send them all the time. That, and she occasionally liked to catch other things rather than squirrels and pheasants. They were good, but the taste kind of gets a bit old after awhile. Walking through the woods, she looked around for any kind of animal. She hadn't actually done this before nor had she actually though on how she was going to get an animal in the first place. She didn't have the guns that her father had, though her wand could be a substitute for that.

Holding the powerful tool between her fingers, Rose continued to look for some kind of small creature. But, all she saw were simple birds! Well, even then she didn't technically see them, she could only hear them. Hissing through her teeth, she kicked at a loose branch on a low bush, frustrated. She was tired of the same blood everyday, her only change of taste was the human food she was able to consume. Sighing, she decided to drop the subject, planning on sending her father a letter to send different animal blood. As she began to walk along the edge of the tree line, she paused as she saw someone there. At first she thought it was someone she knew from behind, but it didn't take long to realize it was instead some pestering lower-class student.

Frowning, she stared at her for a moment before a faint smirk slid onto her face. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she nonchalantly stepped up to the dark-haired girl from behind, her shoes kicking at the small rocks that littered the shore. She made sure most of them landed close to her or in the water beside her, wondering what the hell she was doing in the first place.