KIRKE, andrea alison

WHEN I WATCH YOU ,
* ANDREA ALISON KIRKE
I WANNA DO YOU RIGHT WHERE YOU'RE STANDING !




SEVENTEEN ! FEMALE ! SLYTHERIN ! NEUTRAL !

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* UM... WHAT ARE YOU LIKE ?

TALKATIVE
"People describe me as talkative, but I really do not understand what they are talking about. I mean, hello, they're the ones that say I'm talkative and are, therefore, the ones talking, right? Okay, maybe I am a little chatty; I get detentions all the time for talking during one of the professors annoying lectures in Transfiguration and I do gossip a lot... But it's all in good fun, really! I never want to hurt anyone with my words. I have other friends that can do that for me. I like to sit there and talk about things that matter, like boys or clothes."

TIMID
"I may be talkative, or whatever, but I am also very shy when it comes to meeting new people. I guess you would call it that, since it takes me a long while to start talking to someone I don't know. New people freak me out; I never know exactly what they will do or how they are going to react, so I always have to stay on my guard. I also like to listen about them so I can get the full them without my blatant interruptions or anything like that, as I do tend to ramble."

SUBMISSIVE
"Yes, I can agree that I am a bit of a follower... You see, it's just that I have trouble quickly thinking of things and when someone else thinks for me, it's just a whole lot easier. I guess you could also say that I am a people pleaser. I like to make others happy because it makes me happy. I like to listen to their directions and do it the way they want to; it's a whole lot easier than actually trying to change their mind, which doesn't happen too often. At least, I try to do it this way... Sometimes I just know that I'm so right and they are so wrong..."

UNNATURAL LEADER
"When the going gets tough, I get better at being the leader. While most people crumple to the ground when they hear depressing, saddening or even devestating news, I just think of how to fix the situation, or how to make it better. This is when my unnatural skills of being a leader come in. I call them unnatural because, as I said previously, I don't normally take the charge. However, people pleaser as I am, I really do like to make things better and by fixing the things that make them sad, I am pleasing them; therefore, I am a unnatural leader when it makes people happy, or when I know I'm so right."

THINKER
"By now, I bet it can be said that I like to think, I just do not think as fast as I would like. I'm a slow mover, slow thinker and just a slow person in general, I guess. Anyway, I love to think; I go over various ideas, plots and scenarios for situations in my head all the time, and rarely do I speak without thinking about it first. Sometimes Kota gets a little mad at me, but she deals with it. It's nothing that I can change."

BRUTAL
"If I'm not close to you, or you insult someone that I am close with, my words can be brutal. Also, I write for a magazine and I can put all your juciest gossip into that little magazine and everyone will know about it. No one expects this from Andi, the girl who loves everyone and everyone. It's actually quite funny when it does happen to them, because they think they can take me. You should be there sometime. I know what to say to make people feel better, and I'm even better at knowing what to say to take them down."

RELATIVELY MATURE
"My brothers and the rest of my family say that I was born forty. I guess they're right, because I do not find half the things that the rest of my classmates find funny to be funny at all. Actually, more than half. Maybe it's why I've only ever had one boyfriend, you know, because they are so annoyingly immature that they laugh at burps and impolite comments and all that jazz. I think things like those muggle parody movies are funny, but if it were to happen in real life, I would probably kill myself, or the person. Literally. Okay, not literally, because I could never actually kill anyone but... I' pretty sure I got my point across but I'd like to make something clear: I am never to mature for gossip, so watch out. Like I said, I'm brutal."





* SO HOW DID YOU GET TO BE HERE ?

"FIRST COMES MARRAIGE...
It all started with my mother and father. I bet you're thinking that I'm going to say how they fell deeply and madly in love the moment they saw eachother and never took their eyes off eachother again. Well, funny story, you're wrong. My mother, Rachel Kirke, formerly Pittale, was a waitress at a local pub and my father, Andrew, was an avid firewhiskey drinker and a good six years older than my eighteen year old mother. One night, when my mother got off, he asked her out and I really wish I could say that they hit it off, but the truth is they had a one night stand. Eight months and thirteen days later, my eldest brother, Aiden was born. It took my mother a few months to track down my father and they promptly got married because, well, what would the neighbors say, right? Let's just say that they never really got along those first few years with Aiden. He was a handful; I always say that they should have had me first. Maybe the rest of us wouldn't have been accidents, right?

SECOND COMES LOVE...
They vowed to make it work, for Aiden, who was now two. My father worked long hours at the Ministry while my mother spent her days chasing my brother. They rarely saw eachother, as my mother was young (twenty years old with a two year old and a husband) and always went out when my father came home. They decided, well, my father decided, that this could not happen and they spent their first real night together for the first time in almost three years. After that night, everything seemed to be glued back together. My mother treated my father like she actually loved him and acted like a doting and loving wife and mother while my father worked and discplined Aiden. All was well until...

THIRD COMES THE BABY...
Yep, they were pregnant again. The whole idea of changing diapers after she had just potty-trained Aiden was revolting to my young mother; she hoped and prayed for a girl. A little girl that she could dress up and potty-train when she was like, one, because girls learned faster. Sadly, they had another boy. Well, I guess sadly isn't really the right word because my dad was stoked, to say the least. Another son, one that he could actually be there for! It was like a dream come true. They named him Adam and he was pretty, prettier than Aiden and such good tempered. My mother was a whole different story. She begged my father for another child, one last one. He said they couldn't afford another one and he was definitely not putting up with her whining if it was another boy. She promised him, begged him, and he agreed, only because Adam was such a good little baby.

IN THE BABY CARRAIGE.
And that is how I got to be here. I guess you could say that Adam and I were kind of made with love? When I arrived, and I know a baby doesn't change EVERYTHING, but... I kinda did and so did my brother. Adam and I are only thirteen months apart. My mother had wanted me, the girl, and in honor of my father allowing me to be born, she named me Andrea, the closest girl name to Andrew. He had wanted to name Adam Andrew Jr instead, but my mother had set her foot down. To her, juniors were tacky. But this was different. This was a girl, her girl. She was forever in debt to my father.

SUCKING HER THUMB, PEEING HER PANTS;
I was a rather old soul growing up. I played the muggle sport of 'soccer,' which I still do play to this day. I love it so much. But that was all I did as a child, really, that was actually childlike at all. I loved to read and write and not play outside. I would never fight with my brothers, like they fought with eachother. I was a little middle-aged woman and my family didn't seem to mind it much, except my mother. I had no interest in being dressed up like a princess. I was happy in jeans and a t-shirt, not a dress. When I turned eight, I began t show interest in my hair, which is an auburn color that is absolutely beautiful. It was so long and thick and lovely that I always wanted her to put it up, which made her happy. Then, as I got older, I began paying attention to my appearance. Once, about a month before I was to leave for Hogwarts, I asked my mother to help me go shopping for skirts and dresses and pretty girl clothes. My mother just about died.

TRYING TO DO A HULA-DANCE.
I met my best friend on the train to Hogwarts; her name is Dakota, but I call her Kota, as does everyone else. We basically grew up together; I changed, she changed. She had her first boyfriend, then I did, and then she had her second, third, fourth... Let's face it, she's more desireable than me. But that's a way I changed. I learned to deal with it. Now we write a newspaper about gossip and all that jazz. It's quite fun, and the two of us are inseperable."



* ANYTHING ELSE, MATE ?

"I am such a hopeless romantic it's not even funny. I want a boyfriend so, so bad that I am willing to... No, I will not change for a guy... I have a cat named Daisy, and she's so pretty. She's my lover."




* SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT !

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Flashback| She was in her seventh year now; a whole year had passed since she and Tatum had been ‘secretly’ together. Everyone knew. She was sure even the Headmaster if word had gotten around that much. But the rumors between them died down before her sixth year ended. Over the summer they hadn’t seen each other much, but when they had there was most certainly love making and such. Tatum had even taken her virginity in her sixth year. He was a special man to her. She was in love with him. The blonde had cut her hair over the summer; or Izzy and Torey, well not so much Torey; he chickened out, cut her hair while she slept. It was now shorter; just below her shoulder, and choppier than before. She hated it; even though she actually looked really good with hair like that. She missed her long hair and thought long hair suited her better, but she couldn’t do anything but grow it out. When she woke up to see her hair short, she cried. She was very sensitive indeed about her hair. She totally bitchslapped Izzy and Torey. Anywayyy. It was a few months in to her seventh year and Tatum hadn’t been acting the same lately. He wouldn’t kiss her or hold her anymore. When she went to visit him in the classroom like so many times before; he’d sometimes turn her away. And then it happened. She was walking to Tatum’s office after her classes, still in her school uniform. She’d touched up her make up and let her hair down, looking all pretty for him. Whenever she thought of him; which was a damn lot, she worried that he didn’t love her anymore. The way he’d been acting certainly didn’t show his love for her at all. If he loved her at all, that is. She got to his classroom and unlocked the door with the spell only she and he knew, and when she got inside she saw Tatum sitting at his desk looking solemn as usual. “Hey,” she said, putting on a pretty smile for him, hoping he would smile back. “I can’t see you anymore,” Tatum said simply. And her world was crushed. She made him explain to her why; and he did. He told her how he confessed to his wife; unable to hold it in anymore. And how she was divorcing him. He said couldn’t take that much anymore, even though it hurt him. And he ended their relationship together right there. Sadie bit her lip and walked out. Neither of them said goodbye. Once she stepped outside of his classroom she felt the tears building up and the blonde ran straight to her two best friends; telling them everything. They tried to convince her it was for the better. She was a mess after that for a while, but she got herself back together. Even though she loved Tatum, he was the one who wanted to end the relationship and she couldn’t do anything about it. So she just ignored him. But she turned back to being herself, smiling, bubbly Sadie, to cover up how Tatum had massacred her heart. Tatum resigned his position in the middle of the year and it was truly the end of them |End of flashback She blew out eighteen candles on her last birthday cake. She was an adult now. She’d graduated Hogwarts and was legal to do all kind of magic now. She’d moved out of her mother’s house and she, Izzy, and Torey all shared an apartment together in London. They were all trying to get jobs and such in the world to make ends meet. They were doing pretty good at it, too, and their support team was each other. They were always there for each other and fulfilled each others life with friendship. But Sadie had felt empty ever since she and Tatum ‘broke up’. She wasn’t ever able to get over him. She’d been in a few relationships and they ended badly. Whenever they held her or kissed her, she thought of Tatum. And she couldn’t stand that because she knew no one in her life would ever be like Tatum. So she was currently single and still miserable about the whole Tatum thing. Sadie let her hair grow out. Izzy was an aspiring hairdresser and given her a few trims and such, but her hair was now longer than it was before Izzy had cut it short, and it suited her much better. She loved her long blonde hair. It was a Sadie trademark. She wasn’t Sadie without the choppy long blonde hair flowing in the wind. It was now almost down to her waist and she loved it. Way better than having short hair. She’d really been missing Tatum lately, wondering how he was doing and such. That’s what she was thinking of this morning as she got up. The blonde rolled out of the bed she, Torey, and Izzy shared in their little apartment. They could only afford a one-bedroom right now, and this shared a big king sized bed. When she woke up and threw off the comforters, she was the only one home. Torey and Izzy had left for work already. She didn’t have to work today; it was her day off. Izzy worked at a hair salon and they’d gotten Torey in to some male modeling thing. She worked as a waitress at night at some popular restaurant where old men pinched her ass all night as she asked them if they were ready to order. Anyway, she forced herself up, half asleep, and walked to the bedroom to get all beautiful for the day ahead of her. She’d been thinking of trying to find Tatum, lately. All she needed to do was look up his name on Google or something, right? She finished brushing her teeth and swishing with mouthwash and sat her little butt down on the computer chair, typing in Tatum Kristoff . His name popped up instantly, stating what band he was in and their shows and such. She found his address, too. Perfect. She’d surprise him. Today. She’d show up on his doorstep. Because she loved him. She wrote down his address and such frantically but legibly on an old napkin by the computer side and then stood up to get herself all beautified for the day ahead of her. She stepped in the shower and scrubbed her body with flower-scented soap. She even used that weird feeling salt scrub stuff that made your skin amazingly smooth. She shaved, then washed her hair out about three times and conditioned just to make sure she was squeaky clean for Tatum. When she stepped out she quickly dried off and brushed her hair, then ran to the bedroom to figure out what to wear that day. This would be tough. After searching through her things and ripping everything apart, she decided on a white dress she’d gotten ages ago and never wore. She threw it on with a blue cami underneath and turned to the mirror. It fit her perfectly, and was cute. It was long sleeved and had two big white buttons on the front. The mid part hugged her mid and then it sort of flared out at the end, all ruffly and pretty. It was short, a few inches above her mid thigh. But that was okay, it was summer and kind of warm out. She pulled on a pair of black flats and ran to the bathroom. She pulled out her make up bag and started with her eyes, loading them neatly with lots of mascara and eyeliner all around. Once she finished and was about to walk out of the bathroom, she stopped herself and turned back around, getting a tube of lipgloss that she hadn’t picked up in ages. And she put it on. Watermelon lipgloss. For old times sake. Then she straightened her hair and she was good to go, all dolled up for the love of her life. She grabbed his address that she’d written on the napkin, and her car keys. She locked the apartment behind her and stepped outside, the warm summer breeze hitting her. Sadie Bones smiled. She was going to see Tatum. Hopefully. The drive wouldn’t be that far, really. Actually, yes it would be, but that was okay. She’d walk a million miles to see Tatum. She hopped in the car and turned on t he engine, sitting there for a moment. She was really doing this? Yes, she was. She smiled again and backed out of the drive way, starting on the road. The whole drive she listened to music and thought about everyone. She was actually going through with it. She kind of regretted it. What if he didn’t even want to see her? What if he’d forgotten all about her? She worried the whole way there, even as she pulled on to the dead end street and up to the old house where Tatum resided in. She stepped out of the car after parking and looked at herself in the reflection of the car’s window. She smoothed down her hair and made sure she looked perfect, then walked up to the house’s door. She hesitated for a moment before knocking softly, three times. She felt her heart thumping in her chest. She was a vision in white.

* AND YOUR CREATOR, WHAT ABOUT THEM ?

"Hey there, I'm Nia. It's not short for anything, it's just Nia. I get people asking me all the time if it's short for a longer name, and how to pronounce it, so I like to start off with that. Nia is NOT pronounced NEYE-AH, it's NEE-ah. Uh, I am sixteen, currently going into my senior year of high school and I have been roleplaying since I was eight (my first character was a boy named Kayleb). I'm of japanese, irish and welsh decent, but I have blond-ish hair, which people find oddly amusing. You can ask for my contacts at any time and my name on CAUTION is Nia as well. Haha!"

* AND YOUR CREATOR, WHAT ABOUT THEM ?

"Hey there, I'm Nia. It's not short for anything, it's just Nia. I get people asking me all the time if it's short for a longer name, and how to pronounce it, so I like to start off with that. Nia is NOT pronounced NEYE-AH, it's NEE-ah. Uh, I am sixteen, currently going into my senior year of high school and I have been roleplaying since I was eight (my first character was a boy named Kayleb). I'm of japanese, irish and welsh decent, but I have blond-ish hair, which people find oddly amusing. You can ask for my contacts at any time and my name on CAUTION is Nia as well. Haha!"

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