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Name:
Ainsley Jayne-Grey MacAlistar

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Blood Status:
Pure-blood

Occupation:
Professional Chaser for the Pride of Portree

Wand:
14 and 1/4 inches, Redwood, Unicorn Hair, Ollivander described it as "Noxious"

Patronus:
None

Boggart:
A large, tidal-like wave

Notable Physical Appearance:

Ainsley stands at 1.80m (5’11”) and is very lithe in her stature. Her blonde hair reaches the small of her back and she frequently wears it in two French Braids, despite when she’s playing a match or at practice, when she wears it in a single French braid that hangs over her shoulder; (nothing like two plaits smacking one in the face when they are flying). Her eyes are a dark, ocean blue, but have a lighter ice blue ring around them.

Like all her brothers, Ainsley has freckles that dot her nose and high cheekbones. Ainsley is forever wearing a black leather necklace that has a dark purple ribbon wound around it; her best friend gave it to her during their third year at Hogwarts. Despite the death of her friend, Ainsley refuses to take it off for any reason.

History:

Born and raise on the Isle of Skye, Scotland, Ainsley had always fancied playing for Portree as her career. The youngest of the MacAlistar brood, and the only girl, left Ainsley with more to prove to herself and her family than the rest of her siblings. Anthony, the eldest, works in the Wizengamot with their father, William. Matilda, their mother, works for the International Quidditch Liason. Arlington, the second eldest brother, works in the Department of Magical Transportation – although not a high status job, Arl does not have any qualms about his job. Finally, Adrian, the brother Ainsley is closest with, works in the Department of Magical Catastrophes.

MacAlistar Manor sits well back in the countryside of Skye, far away from the muggle village that the pure-blood family rarely visits. The only visitors that seem to show up around the manor are the Borgin and Burke lots, as Ainsley’s best friend was the daughter of the Borgin and Burke Proprietor, after all dark-seeded families must stick to their own, right?

At Hogwarts, Ainsley was a bit, how shall we say – lax in her studies. She excelled at Charms, Arithmancy, and DADA; however, her Potions, Transfiguration, and Herbology marks were less than appealing. Her real passion was Quidditch; she ate, slept, and breathed everything Quidditch. In her Seventh Year, Ainsley had her name and face plastered across the British Wizarding World, when she – in a fit a rage, due to an accident by her partner in potions – cast an mal-aimed curse at a muggleborn third year in the corridor, causing him to be sent to St Mungo’s where he never recovered.

Pulled from Hogwarts for two months, after her trial where she was convicted on charges of reckless discharge of a wand and assault, Ainsley suffered from house arrest and was pulled from the House team upon her arrival back at Hogwarts. It wasn’t until the last match of the season that she had earned enough support from her Head of House to convince the Headmaster to let her play once more.

Known as the ‘dirtiest player in the game’ Ainsley frequently uses more than her fair share of fouls during matches. Cobbing, or a use of the elbow to an opponent, is her most used foul – however, unlike other players, Ainsley is not allowed to keep her wand on her during matches as punishment for her seventh year conviction and hot temper.

To this day, Ainsley has night terrors involving the third year she attacked.
Ainsley Jayne-Grey MacAlistar had never taken to the half-blood players on her Quidditch team, let alone anyone who was lesser, and by lesser it was obvious she meant muggleborns. Uphold the honor that was pure-blood wizardry. Being the youngest of the family and the only female, Ainsley had always been compared to the magnificent intellect of Anthony, her eldest brother who worked with their father in the Wizengamot, the charm of Arlington who now found himself in the Ministry working in the Department of Magical Transportation, and the friendly nature that Adrian had, who works in the Department of Magical Catastrophes. Of course, Ainsley had none of these qualities, at least she never saw them in herself. All of her life she wanted to be a professional quidditch player, a chaser for the Pride of Portree to be specific and she was finally living her dream – being a nightmare on the pitch to everyone else. It was clear, Ainsley had all the skill it took to be such a great player, but deep down that’s all she thought about herself, she was nothing but a quidditch player.

Pulling her hood up and framing her face, Ainsley slipped down an alleyway after a man with a cross-body satchel, what she needed to obtain had nothing to do with him, but certainly, the apothecary down the block was her intended target. Tucking her wand into her cloak, Ainsley kept her eyes down at the ground not wanting to draw attention to herself, she got enough of that if she went out in public – children wanting autographs, people asking for pictures, occasionally she would get harassed by some old hag who shouted she should have been locked up in Azkaban for her actions in school. Surely, she had a temper, it was true but it was mal-aimed curse, and it was not intentional, the Ministry proved that, and that’s why she was sentenced to house arrest for a while. The thought caused the blonde-haired woman to shake her head, trying to banish the intrusive thought from her mind.

The echo of her footsteps off the damp cobblestone, caused Ainsley to pull the hood around her head a bit tighter. This man in front of her was walking incredibly slow and she had somewhere she needed to be and soon. In an attempt to dodge around him, Ainsley turned sideways and pressed herself against the wall but her sleeve caught on the strap of Ploward’s bag and prevented her from moving in front of him. “Pardon me,” she said softly as she tried to remove her sleeve from the strap, “in a bit of a hurry.” The woman explained, trying to be sympathetic to the cause that she caught herself in, probably giving the man such a fright as he may have thought he was being robbed.

Finally, after a bit of frustration, Ainsley lifted her head and made eye contact with the man, she blinked once, then once again but didn’t bother to say much of anything else, except she turned on her heel and walked briskly ahead of Ploward and into the nearest apothecary shop. The woman behind the counter smiled kindly at her, “It’s all here, had Jimson make it up last night for you.” The dark haired woman stated and pushed a small wooden box towards Ainsley, who took it in both hands.

“Thank you.” Were the only two words Ainsley managed to say before glancing over her shoulder to see Ploward just coming into view from the long corridor and someone else behind him, someone Ainsley had not noticed was behind her. Knowing she hadn’t done anything wrong, Ainsley tucked the box under her arm, as if it were a quaffle and left the apothecary heading back the way she had just come.
Thank you, I'm going to be pissed off at myself if I do not pass my exams.
"I'm always going to have time for you," Callan said softly, "just I'm going to have a little one with me most of the time now unless they are sleeping or Carver is taking care of them." Callan explained as they headed into town, "I agree it's just too... Fancy?" The blonde said and rested her hand on her stomach before pointing over to a building at the end of the block.

"Silver, let's go to the sweet shop!" She said a bit excitedly reaching for her sister's hand to pull her into the little, eccentric shop. Reaching the gold and dark purple door, Cal looked up at the sign seeing a little message : "In memory of the careers that never came home." She read out loud before signing and pushing the door open. Inside the shop, the smell of sugar and chocolate filled the air and Callan grinned, there had never been anything like this back in Ten.
Horribly stressed out. My exams are in 8 days and I am not prepared.
Callan froze an angry look on her face when Silver said perhaps Carver would mistake the twins for one another and she would teach him some moves. "That is not funny, Silver. At all." Callan snarled as she followed her sister out of the bedroom and down the stairs, "You make one more comment like that and I'll make sure you are..." she trailed off when something else Silver had said registered with her.

"Sign my life away? So you think that's what I did? You think I just did it..." Callan shook her head, trying not to get angry with her sister's poor choice of words. As they walked out the front door, Callan slapped Silver in the back of the head, "Be nice to me, you ass. But seriously, if you ever talk about Carver that way again I will destroy you."
Not to worry. I have to crack down on my portfolio and homework projects that are due that week, so I'll be a nice break for me to really just focus on that.
Hey Fillet,

I am definitely interested in your idea. I love a good Harry Potter themed role play, I've been searching for a good one for a while now.

-Delta
"Well what Carver is like doesn't have anything to do with what Zale is going to be like. For all you know Zale could be rough and you would enjoy it." Cal said with a smirk and looked over to her sister and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. "We can, I don't mind that." Callan said pushing herself up onto her elbows and looking around the room, wondering what it would have been like to grow up here in One, to live in this room.

The elder twin rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her hands, before squinting at Silver and eyeing her fully, "Oh, yeah... you're going to be a kink in bed." She laughed and leaned over hugging her sister tightly. "Come on, I'll follow you."
Pretty good, thanks for asking.
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