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Post by Morgan Lyanna Hardstark on Jan 28, 2020 7:01:12 GMT
 I'm not a princess I don't need saving
This was her first time participating in Lupercalia and so far, Morgan was unimpressed. All dressed up with nowhere to go was the literal motto of the evening as the participating students were trotted out into the woods, prepared to partake in an archaic tradition that she’d only just recently had been informed of. Why was no one else talking about the huge school-sponsored sexcapades in the Forbidden Forest? The professors had made it quite clear that sex was not required, while mutual consent was, but Mor could read between the lines. This was Dumbledore-approved-booty. It was shocking. Morgan was skeptical that she would be matched with anyone she really had any interest in, and if the sorting hat matched her with a bloke she’d be downright pissed. It was a brilliant hat at sorting eleven year olds into their prospective houses, but who would have thought it was a sex-positive hat as well?!
Morgan shifted her weight as she stood toward the back of the group, watching as the others slowly paired up and her pool of prospective partners began to dwindle. She had decided it would be better to have the hat call out her name than Professor McGonagall, because at least then she wouldn’t be forced to sit in front of everyone while the nosey hat picked away at her brain. Would it sound pervy inside her head? She realized now that she had forgotten what the hat sounded like when it spoke directly to the wearer. Were there other uses for the hat that she’d not been clued in about, or was it content to sit on a dusty shelf all but for two days a year, unable to snoop on people’s inner most thoughts and naughty desires? She was well into a mental rabbit hole and falling further as her thoughts of the sorting hat’s extra curricular activities piqued her interest, when her name was called and her head snapped up. “Bollocks.”
Morgan waded through the remaining students and made her way up to Professor McGonagall and the minxy hat. Was it inappropriate to think Professor McG was looking rather hot this evening? Yes, of course it was! She turned and sat, her face feeling hot as the hat was placed on her head. ‘Hmmm… you are an interesting one, aren’t you?’ Morgan was getting nervous listening to the hat ponder aloud in her skull. Just get on with it already, she urged silently. ‘Very well then.’ “XANTHA TRAVERS!” The name was shouted for all to hear and Morgan’s eyes instantly began to scan the crowd, heart pounding.
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Post by Morgan Lyanna Hardstark on Jun 24, 2019 7:06:16 GMT
I'm not a princess I don't need saving
Mornings and Morgan were not friends. She learned early in her first few years of managing herself at Hogwarts that getting up required a lot of extra work. First, there were no late nights in the common room unless the Gryffindors were celebrating a Quidditch win, or the Harpies had just won, or it was somebody’s birthday, or it was a weekend, or really any day that ended in Y. Okay, so her first rule wasn’t so much a rule but a general guideline that Morgan ignored, luckily her rules about abiding by a proper bedtime were not the only safeguards she’d learned to put in place. Morgan had not one, not two, but four alarm clocks, each set for ten minutes following the last. If alarms going off every ten minute for 40 minutes didn’t wake her up, then one of her dormmates inevitably would, because no one else was sleeping past four bloody alarms. Finally, there was Mab. Mab was a slender black cat that Morgan had picked out from the pet shop just before her first year because she looked like a panther and meowed loudly from the large box inside the shop where she and the other kittens were on display. Loud and looked like it could kill you if it really wanted to, that spoke to Morgan on a level she didn’t understand at the time. It was a good instinct, as Morgan and Mab were partners in crime now, five years together and counting. If Morgan couldn’t be trusted to go to bed at a decent hour, and if somehow her four alarms and her dormmates couldn’t wake her, Mab would get the job done.
Standing on Morgan’s chest and yowling loudly in the witch’s face, Morgan slowly opened her eyes to the morning greeting she was all too familiar with. “Worry about your own brekkie, not mine.” Morgan groaned as she rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to force herself awake, then rolled over to her side to be greeted with an even more unpleasant site than a mini panther screaming in your face. Set on Morgan’s pillow, lovingly as could be, was a dead mouse. Morgan shrieked and swatted the thing across the room, Mab bounding off the bed and following after her own breakfast. “Shit on a stick, Mabs. I was bloody joking!” Mab batted the dead mouse around on the floor as Morgan hopped out of bed and proceeded to strip the mattress and pillows of their coverings, making a pile of mouse-touched laundry in the middle of the floor that was sure to cause a tripping hazard for one of her dormmates, though it appeared Morgan was the last to rise today. With the dormitory to herself and a naked bed that ought to be dealt with, Morgan dressed and left the room a mess as she followed her rumbling tummy down to the Great Hall for something to eat.
She had just missed the post rush but Morgan wasn’t expecting anything today. Letters from her parents and youngest siblings had come two days ago and Morgan didn’t order the Daily Prophet. It was just as easy to nick it off someone else when they finished it, and she was really on concerned with the sports section, anyway. Plopping into an empty seat, her back to the Ravenclaw table, Morgan began shoveling food onto her plate, stuffing a piece of toast into her mouth in the process. A sudden realization slapped her hard in the face and she froze, a ladle of scrambled eggs dangling over her plate. “Oh bollocks,” she mumbled aloud, her mouth full of bits of buttery toast and jam. “Exams are starting, aren’t they?” she asked no one in particular. Had she dreamt that they’d finished already? Yes, she must have, unless Madam Chase, the school librarian, had actually interrupted her O.W.L.s to do a strip tease in the middle of the Care of Magical Creatures paddock. A girl could dream, and apparently had been doing so. Morgan groaned loudly for the second time that morning, throwing her head back dramatically as she panicked to remember all of the schooling she had acquired this year all at once. Her theatrics allowed her to spy the Ravenclaw beater sitting behind her, and with the driest sarcasm she could muster, Morgan ordered his assistance. “Wilder, fancy bashing my head in with a bludger right quick so I can skip the exams? You nearly did it at the last match anyway. How’s about a second chance, eh?” She brushed her blue hair out of her face as she awaited the answer she already knew to expect, and did not want to hear.
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Post by Morgan Lyanna Hardstark on Jun 23, 2019 23:49:01 GMT
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Post by Morgan Lyanna Hardstark on May 27, 2019 3:55:10 GMT
I'm not a princess I don't need saving
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Post by Morgan Lyanna Hardstark on May 3, 2019 6:39:40 GMT
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PERSONALITY Boggart: Bees. A single one or a swarm, it doesn't matter.
Mirror of Erised: Herself as a famous quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies (her favorite team)
Patronus: Morgan cannot produce a patronus but if she could it would be a tiger.
Morgan is sharp as a tack and full of energy. She's got a quick reflexes which make her an excellent Keeper on the quidditch pitch. She's got quite the mouth on her, which can get her into trouble but she's working on learning to hold her tongue - it's not going well. Morgan has gotten in her fair share of fights and although she isn't always the victor, she always feels she did the best she could do given the situation. That's an outlook she carries with her throughout her life. She's not the most attentive student, especially when it comes to Divination or Astronomy, but she tries and she gets decent marks in most classes, and great marks in a few others. She's all but failing CoMC - she just can't stop playing around with the animals and hasn't taken in hardly any of the information the professor has been trying to impart on the class.
Just starting to date, Morgan prefers to be forward, asking girls out first rather than waiting and playing coy. She's not smooth by any means, and she's certainly your typical awkward teen when it comes to dating but she's not afraid to put herself out there.
Because of her impulsive nature, lack of brain-to-mouth filter, and forward personality, Morgan has her fair share of enemies. Well, teenager enemies which is to say, people who might talk shite about her or just plain dislike her. She can definitely rub people the wrong way. Conversely, she is a great friend to have. She'll always have your back and she's extremely supportive of the people she chooses to be around. Even if you're not friends, Morgan would cheer you on at whatever your endeavor might be, so long as you're not a twat.HISTORY
Mother: Lyanna Hardstark nee Bell, 38, Hufflepuff, Pureblood
Father: Rygel Hardstark, 39, Ravenclaw, Pureblood
Siblings: Lance Hardstark, younger brother, 12
Arthur Hardstark, younger brother, 10
Vivienne Hardstark, younger sister, 6
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Morgan was born the first of four children to a lovely middle-class pureblood couple. The family is considered bloodtraitors, a stupid label according to Morgan as blood status is a ridiculous notion and basically only giant knobs care about that shite. From a young age, the Hardstarks could tell Morgan would be very opinionated and vocal, but she was a sweet child and good big sister when her younger siblings came along, Lance, Arthur, and finally little Vivienne. Morgan showed signs of magic very early. While still an infant, her parents noticed that her eyes would change colors, the first time nearly scaring her mum half to death when she woke up crying in the middle of the night with glowing yellow eyes. Morgan enjoys her special ability and was disappointed when it was discovered that her youngest brother, Arthur, also has the same special skill (a trait not uncommon on her father's side of the family).
At eleven, Morgan went off to Hogwarts, writing letters home to her parents and siblings every few weeks. It was strange being somewhat on her own but she enjoyed the freedom the boarding school provided and took full advantage of her mum not being around to make her go to bed. She learned quick enough that sleep was, in fact, important after earning herself a handful of detentions for oversleeping and missing her morning lessons. In her fourth year, Morgan made the Gryffindor quidditch team as the Keeper, and has held the position for two years. She has aspirations of going professional after graduating, and while she'd love to be signed to the Holyhead Harpies (her absolute favorite team), she would gladly wear any team's uniform if they would have her. OOC Play By: Maisie Williams Your Alias: Slither Pronouns: Her/she Age: would you believe 25? Other Characters: Fewer than Coco Where did you find us: In my pocket |
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