GLENNOVA, maureen lynn

[Headmistress Maureen Glennova]

` maureen lynn glennova

"There's gotta be something else out there for me,
I could feel it in my heart the day I started to dream."

` they're the basics

Name: Maureen Lynn Glennova
Pronunciation: [More - EEN] [Lin] [Glen - OH - vah]
Age: Thirty Five
Birthdate: January Fifth
Former House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 11'' Cherry with unicorn hair
Blood Type: Pure
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthplace: London, England
Living place: London, England
Occupation: Headmistress of Hogwarts

Husband | Wife: Hasn't married
Mother: Marina Justine Glennova [ Michaels]
Father: Andrew Tyler Glennova
Siblings: None
Pets: A dwarf hampster named Cameena

` judging a book by it's cover

Blonde hair, which turns a bronwish during the winter. Blue eyes that turn green in the winter. Tall and slender. Wears clothes of the victorian era.

[Alba, Jessica] Maureen Lynn Glennova

` the story of my life

Born into an all magic family. Went to Hogwarts in the 80's. Never married, instead became a professor at Hogwarts and then the Headmistress after her sister and mother died of a terrible sickness when she was Twenty One years old.

` this is me

You would see Maureen in her extravigant looking clothes and probably think something totally different to what she really is. Maureen Glennova, all her life, has been a simple girl. She never discriminates and thinks that everyone is born with a clean slate. Maureen believes that you choose to become who you are by your surroundings and gifts given to you - if you were born with so called 'dark powers', you would probably grow up being uncontrolable and evil. She treats everyone the same, nice until proven guilty of cruelty. She will also listen to anyone who has a story to tell her, whether be contemplating on something throughtout the persons life, or just to talk.


I like ...

• Baked Cheese Ziti
  
• Teaching
  
• Iced Tea
  
• The Sunset
  
• Summer

I Dislike...

• Dueling
  
• People who discriminate
  
• Total darkness
  
• Unknown creatures
  
• Meat

I Fear...

• Unknown creatures
  
• The school going into war once again
  
• The basement of Hogwarts
  

` the person behind the mask

Name: Samantha
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
What are you?: ADMIN EDIT
Role Play Experience: around 3-4 years
Role Play Example:

' let your spirit soar

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It was a wonderfully warm Saturday morning. The first week of Spring was coming to a close. The bright sun hit inside Alyria's all white room and woke her gently at eight o' clock. You're probably thinking, Alyria gets up that early on a Saturday morning? Usually no, but she was waking up every hour of the night anyway, so she had decided that it beat her. Aly could not get any sleep the night before. Her head throbbed with pain as well as her stomach. She had gone to the doctors a few days ago and they thought it was stress from school, however, they had gotten her an appointment for an ultrasound just in case. Aly herself was confused and didnt like it. The pains kept for about a week and, if it was stress, wouldnt go away until she had performed her lecture to the class for Modern Literature on Surrealism.

She knew that she couldnt do anything about it but rest and not think about school. Aly shook the whole idea of school out of her head. She was determined to have one day of no-school thinking. She got up from her comfortable bed and went to gt ready for the day - taking a shower with her raspberry shampoo, conditioner and body wash; brushing her pearly white teeth; putting her natural looking make up on; and finishing with going to her closet to find what to wear for the day. The question was, what did she want to do that day?

The Mall?
Stay home?
Jamba Juice with friends?

She had decided that the best bet was to stay home and relax another day. Alyria found a nice blue and white striped tube dress to wear. She had paired that with her white Hollister bikini and flip flops. Off of her shelving unit inside her walk-in closet, she also had picked up a pair of her aviator sunglasses. This outfit was comfortable and versatile if she was deciding to go anywhere else but the beach. Alyria took her flip flops by right hand and her white Hollister tote around her arm, walking down her hallway and her stairs.

Alyria's tradition was to make her breakfast and then go out on her deck to read, sing, or just chat on the computer. She conditionally went into her kitchen, having no one home but her family's maid, and raided the fridge for some fruit. She took out two banana's, a handful of strawberries, and an orange for more juice. Aly took a cup and filled it with ice from the freezer, putting it straight into the blender, adding a measuring cup of milk to it as well. She cut the fruit into small pieces, added it to the mixture in the blender, and blended it for a minute. The end process was to grab a plastic see-through cup with its matching lid, a pink straw, and pour the smoothie into the cup. As she assembled the cup, her bag was sitting soundly on the island that she was at with her phone, iPod, wallet, and book inside. Aly dropped her flip flops on the floor and put them on as she took her cup of her fruit smoothie and went onto her deck.

Aly set her cup onto the small table near her lounge chair and sat down, getting her pink iPod out of her bag and turned it to listen to The Morning Of's song Let Your Spirit Soar. Alyria's favorite thing to do, other than performing, was to look up new groups on youtube.com and such.

As the music played, she rested her head on the back of the plastic, cushioned lounge chair, hoping that her stomach ache would go away soon.

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