Post by Kinna Hooch on Jun 26, 2007 0:52:45 GMT -5
Name: Kinna Nezetta Hooch Evelot
Wand Description: Yew, 10 1/4 inches, Veela Hair
Appearance: My hair is a bit fuzzy, but not very much. The locks are not curly and not a simple wave either; somewhere inbetween. It's a very dark brown, and down to my waist. I also have a sweep of bangs on the left side of my forhead.
There are blue specks in my light green eyes, which are almond shaped and deep set in my oval face. and my eyebrows are long and of a medium thickness.
I am short and petite like my aunt, with a pale pinkish complexion. Freckles adorn my cheekbones and my teeth are little bit crooked, but clean.
It frustrates me to say that my feet are somewhat large for my small frame. At the same time, though, I am glad to say that I have what you would call "piano fingers," as they are long and skinny.
Family Background: Hello there. My name is Kinna Nezetta Hooch. My father is a half-blood wizard named Roddy Ebenezer Hooch and my mother was a pure-blooded witch by the name of Grecia Evette Jones-Hooch.
If you happen to know her, Rolanda Hooch (former quidditch star and Hogwarts brooms instructor) is my aunt on my father's side. In fact, she was there with my parents on New Year's Eve of 1996 in Scotland, where my story begins.
My aunt was spending the weekend with us to celebrate the New Year because my mum was unable to travel, as she was 7 months pregnant with me. My mum was a very fragile woman, and the pregnancy was a great strain on her health. It was early in the evening, while my mother was resting on the sofa in our sitting room, when Aunt Rolanda and my dad went out into the yard on their brooms, playing around and just having fun.
It was just becoming dark out when a young muggle man broke into the house. Mum woke up to find him in the den, trashing the place and taking anything that looked valuable. She screamed for my dad, and he and Aunt Rolanda came running in just as the muggle shot my mother in chest. It missed her heart by inches.
My aunt was used to seeing violence, and she's a fairly decent healer when she needs to be. She had my dad to call the doctor from the nearest village, while she healed Mum as best as she could.
You must understand, my parents were wizards, but lived like muggles. No floo, no portkeys, nothing. And my father had never been able to apparate. The muggle doctor in the village was the only real option. But the bullet wound wasn't the worst of the troubles. The stress, pain, and trauma sent my mother into labour two months earlier than planned. We lived too far from the village for a doctor to arrive in time. My aunt delivered me from my mother at exactly midnight between December 31 and January 1.
My mother lived long enough to name me, kiss me, and tell my father goodbye.
Dad raised me all on his own, pushing his grief to the background so I would grow up a little bit happier. He was always making me laugh and have fun. Aunt Rolanda was always around to help out, as well as a cousin of my mother's, Hestia Jones. Even with their help, though, I grew up mourning for my lost mother.
The brighest spot in my life has been getting my Hogwarts letter. My dad and Aunt Rolanda have never been prouder of me. I can't wait to start learning all that I can.
Wand Description: Yew, 10 1/4 inches, Veela Hair
Appearance: My hair is a bit fuzzy, but not very much. The locks are not curly and not a simple wave either; somewhere inbetween. It's a very dark brown, and down to my waist. I also have a sweep of bangs on the left side of my forhead.
There are blue specks in my light green eyes, which are almond shaped and deep set in my oval face. and my eyebrows are long and of a medium thickness.
I am short and petite like my aunt, with a pale pinkish complexion. Freckles adorn my cheekbones and my teeth are little bit crooked, but clean.
It frustrates me to say that my feet are somewhat large for my small frame. At the same time, though, I am glad to say that I have what you would call "piano fingers," as they are long and skinny.
Family Background: Hello there. My name is Kinna Nezetta Hooch. My father is a half-blood wizard named Roddy Ebenezer Hooch and my mother was a pure-blooded witch by the name of Grecia Evette Jones-Hooch.
If you happen to know her, Rolanda Hooch (former quidditch star and Hogwarts brooms instructor) is my aunt on my father's side. In fact, she was there with my parents on New Year's Eve of 1996 in Scotland, where my story begins.
My aunt was spending the weekend with us to celebrate the New Year because my mum was unable to travel, as she was 7 months pregnant with me. My mum was a very fragile woman, and the pregnancy was a great strain on her health. It was early in the evening, while my mother was resting on the sofa in our sitting room, when Aunt Rolanda and my dad went out into the yard on their brooms, playing around and just having fun.
It was just becoming dark out when a young muggle man broke into the house. Mum woke up to find him in the den, trashing the place and taking anything that looked valuable. She screamed for my dad, and he and Aunt Rolanda came running in just as the muggle shot my mother in chest. It missed her heart by inches.
My aunt was used to seeing violence, and she's a fairly decent healer when she needs to be. She had my dad to call the doctor from the nearest village, while she healed Mum as best as she could.
You must understand, my parents were wizards, but lived like muggles. No floo, no portkeys, nothing. And my father had never been able to apparate. The muggle doctor in the village was the only real option. But the bullet wound wasn't the worst of the troubles. The stress, pain, and trauma sent my mother into labour two months earlier than planned. We lived too far from the village for a doctor to arrive in time. My aunt delivered me from my mother at exactly midnight between December 31 and January 1.
My mother lived long enough to name me, kiss me, and tell my father goodbye.
Dad raised me all on his own, pushing his grief to the background so I would grow up a little bit happier. He was always making me laugh and have fun. Aunt Rolanda was always around to help out, as well as a cousin of my mother's, Hestia Jones. Even with their help, though, I grew up mourning for my lost mother.
The brighest spot in my life has been getting my Hogwarts letter. My dad and Aunt Rolanda have never been prouder of me. I can't wait to start learning all that I can.