[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] JAE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] SEPTEMBER 15

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] PUREBLOOD

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] BI-SEXUAL

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] FEMALE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ENGLAND

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] House: Hufflepuff[break] Year: Sixth[break] Wand: 10 inch, cherry, unicorn tail hair [break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes:

• Loud Music
• Make Up
• Quidditch Matches
• Cats
• Dancing

[break] Dislikes:

• Being left out
• Rodents
• Confrontation/Serious Confrontation
• Haters
• Divination

[break] Strengths:

• Compassionate
• Transfiguration
• Social Skills
• Intelligent
• Loving

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Weaknesses:

• Impulsive
• Naive
• Her Father
• Overly Trusting
• Gullible
• Sensitive
• Insecure/Nervous

[break] Overall Personality:
Jamila is very people oriented, she hates being alone and prefers to be with people at almost every hour of the of the day. Loneliness tends to bring out a darkness and insecurity in her and she finds that the negative feelings and thoughts are best kept at bay by surrounding herself with positive people and influences. As a result, Jamila has a fear of being left out of anything and everything, she does not enjoy finding out that her friends have done something without her. She is typically the last to leave any social event, frequently missing (or intentionally misunderstanding) basic social cues that would tell most other people to leave. Jamila doesn't believe in being fashionably late, in fact, she is very particular about being on time. She often overcommits to her friends for social engagements because she had a compulsive need to be liked by everyone, so naturally, saying no is truly a big problem.

Jamila likes to think that "no" is not a part of her vocabulary and refuses to use it, even when she should. She feels that her relationships are fragile and the word "no" would result in the shattering of those personal relationships. Combined with her impulsive nature, she has found herself in some rather troublesome situations that she always attributes to her own mistakes. Jamila's desire to please has ended with her impulsive willingness to do almost anything anyone suggests of her and she is extremely susceptible to peer pressure. Naturally trusting and incredibly naive, Jamila often refuses to see the negative aspects of people or the negative impacts that they can have on her personal life.

She's a very artistic person, however, her preferred medium is through her own body. She frequently experiments with make up techniques and alters her style on a regular basis. Jamila has created designs of several intricate tattoos she would like when she's old enough (or whenever she can find someone who will tattoo her at 16). Dancing is also something she favors in terms of her own self expression, she has never bothered studying professionally, but she frequently dances on those rare occasions when she does find herself alone.

[break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Lee Jordan, 48, Pureblood, Father [break] • Demelza Jordan (nee Robins), 47, Pureblood, Mother[break] • ______ ______ Jordan, 18, Pureblood, Older brother[break] • ______ ______ Jordan, 18, Pureblood, Older Sister[break] Birth Place: Cornwall, England[break] Overall History:
Personal History according Jamila:

"I don’t know much about my parent’s lives before they went to Hogwarts, but I’ll tell you what I do know. My Dad, Lee Jordan, grew up on the coast of England with his parents. My Grandmother, Elizabeth Jordan, was a witch who had moved here from South Africa. My Grandfather, Clifford Jordan, was a pure blood wizard who came from a lengthy line of shop owners. Mom grew up in the middle of England with her parents, Camila and Dante Robins, and three other sisters. Ugh, I can’t imagine having that many girls in the house. Anyway, Mom’s parents were purebloods, and we are apparently distantly related to some infamous pureblood family that died out years ago. Who knew?

Dad was a Gryffindor when he was in school and so was Mom, so it’s safe to say that they met during their time at Hogwarts. Mom said that they never really paid attention to each other that much, except for when it came to Quidditch. Mom played for the Gryffindor team and was actually pretty good apparently; Dad didn’t play, but he was the commentator for most of the games. Plus he was an avid fan, it helped too that his two best friends played on the team with my Mom. Anyway, Dad was a real trouble maker when he was in school, playing jokes and messing around with Fred and George. Mom was a better student than my dad and she spent more time studying…I clearly didn’t get my study habits from her. Anyway, they were both a part of Dumbledore’s Army and returned to Hogwarts for the battle even though they had graduated. Dad said that’s what basically pushed them together. They had been fighting for the same cause, with the same people. Apparently they had lost the same friends so, after the war they started talking. Mom followed her Quidditch dreams and joined the professional league, but Dad always kept in contact with her. They started dating a year after the battle. My parents dated for awhile and suffered the long distance of Mom’s career; Dad was trying to help George keep the store afloat and make it even bigger than it was. A couple years later, Dad proposed to Mom at the World Cup! In front of thousands of people! It was great, they still have the pictures.

After a few years, Mom retired from Quidditch and started trying to have a baby. What they got was my older siblings -------- and -------- Jordan. Blah, blah, blah. Happy family, cute babies, twins, Merlin, blah, blah. Wham! September 15. I, Jamila Rae Jordan, was born. I graced the world with my presence right after the school year started! Apparently I was a really happy baby, giggling all the time and hardly ever crying, except when I was left alone. Dad says that I used to carry on conversations with everyone in baby talk; he said I could talk anyone’s ear off, even if they didn’t know what I was saying. What can I say? Apparently I started young.

Anyway. I guess my childhood was pretty normal. My parents were a smidge more protective than most, they were always nervous that we would run off with some stranger. I think it was residue nerves from before the War, back when you couldn’t really trust people. Still, they weren’t stifling; we were given our freedom when we could. We basically grew up in Diagon Alley and we knew almost everything about the area before I was old enough to walk the streets alone. The Alley was my playground for a long time, I would spend all day wandering around watching witches and wizards buy strange objects that I didn’t know about or talk about events that I never heard of. It was a pretty interesting way to live and we were around so much, people started thinking that we were homeless!

When I was 8 years old, my brother and sister got their acceptance letter to Hogwarts. I was so jealous that they got to go before me! Mom and Dad talked about the school constantly and I wanted to go so bad. Needless to say, September came around and I must have been super jealous of all the attention my siblings were getting because while we were shopping for supplies…I wandered into Knockturn Alley. Now that place was creepy! Most of the stores had boarded up windows and the people the shopped there looked like they had just walked out of some muggle horror movie. I wandered around for awhile until my dad found me and nearly took my arm off pulling me out of there. I was grounded for three weeks for that stunt.

Having two less members of the house around all the time was actually pretty hard for us. I didn’t like being left out of Hogwarts. I even got so upset that they weren’t coming home that I actually tried to run away! Packed a bag and everything. I took off down the road and spent nearly two hours at the small pack not too far from our house. That was one of the scariest moments that I can remember. Mom called out to me and when I didn’t answer she went looking for me and when she didn’t find me…she completely freaked. I have never seen my parents so scared in my whole life. The look on their faces, I didn’t understand back then, but they were afraid, they were afraid of it starting again or some rouge Death Eater looking for revenge. They may not have been big players, but they fought back and people knew that. It didn’t last very long, after a half hour, I had been on my way back to the house because I was hungry and it was getting dark….and he’s not supposed to be out after dark. Looking back, it’s really funny.

Two years later, it was my turn to grace Hogwarts with my presence. I felt really bad about leaving my parents behind, but I couldn’t wait to get to Hogwarts! My older brother had told me all these awesome stories and about everything he had gotten to do while he was at school and just could not wait. I can still remember walking into the Great Hall for the first time, everyone was watching us and we were just staring all around us. The place was so big back then! Anyway, you know the deal. I stood and waited for my turn to get sorted, sat on the stool and the Hat was put on my head. I swear it barely touched me before if screamed Hufflepuff to everyone. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But, I was so disappointed. My parents had been Gryffindors and my brother and sister had both been Slytherins. And then here I was the odd one out.

I found out that I definitely took more after my dad than my mom. I was pretty bright and did ok in class, but I was really lazy. I didn’t like to work very hard and I hated trying to learn things that didn’t interest me. I did very well in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, but sucked royally at Divination and Herbology. If I didn’t find it useful I thought it was a waste of time and I was never really afraid of showing it.

Still, I manage to keep my grades up…to keep Mom from ripping my head off."

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