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Character Age: 16
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Lyrics/Quote: "Nah, it's OK. It wasn't that bad."
Special Abilities/Race: Special Ability: Judo
Biography: Some extremely weird stuff happened to me this past summer and I'm still trying to come to terms with it.
Relationship Status: Single
Joined: 4-July 16
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Celia Longbottom


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Jul 23 2016, 07:37 PM
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<div class="dates">May 18, 2035</div><br>
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<br>I'm sitting up in a bed in St. Mungo's and I have this blank book in front of me and I've been staring at the first page for an hour or something. I know I'm supposed to write in it. A Healer just brought it to me and said that I should write down my feelings. I don't know how to do that, though.<br><br>

So here are my feelings about the room I'm in. The color of the walls is disgusting. It's like lemon meringue pie that's gone horribly off. I almost feel like I can smell it. There's this rotting stench going on and I don't know if that's real or not. Supposedly I can expect to experience things that aren't actually real, at least for a while. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Aside from angry. It definitely makes me angry.<br><br>

I want to leave this room. It has weird things in it. Medical devices, I assume. But they look more torture-y than heal-y. There's this thing with creepy sharp teeth and it looks like it has a face, and that makes me wonder about the people who design these things. How did that design session go?<br><br>

“You know, this thing looks super terrifying and unpleasant. Maybe if we made it look like a face? So it’s staring at you as its razor-sharp teeth tear into your flesh? That would make people happier, right? Now it’s like a friendly monster!”<br><br>

Anyway, at least I can be glad that I was unconscious when most of the medical stuff happened. Now I just have to listen to them tell me about it. It’s kind of weird how they think I want to know exactly what happened. Like, I guess it’s cool that they respect me as a human and want me to be aware of what they’ve done to fix my injuries? But it’s also just not something I want to talk about.<br><br>

So, you stitched me up. That’s great. Thanks. Stop giving me the blow-by-blow. I don’t need to know what things were torn. Also, what the hell is a [word fiercely scribbled out]? See, I just didn’t need this in my life.<br><br>

No, I mean, I know what it is and it makes me want to die.

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Jul 23 2016, 01:43 AM
@Shane Rogers

Early December, 2035

It wasn't past curfew - they hadn't even had dinner yet - but Celia was pretty sure she wasn't technically supposed to be in the greenhouse. Unfortunately, she didn't have a whole lot of options. It was her dad's last year teaching at Hogwarts, and she just wanted to do decently in his course. Especially given the fact that she was avoiding him like the plague in every other context.

(because everything was his fault and she could hardly stand to look at him)

But that was beside the point. She just needed to do decently in his class despite the fact that she was abysmal at Herbology, so she was getting in some extra studying. She was staring back and forth between the two plants, trying with all her might to see the differences between them, but as far as Celia could tell, they might as well have been clippings from the same damn bush. She clenched one fist in frustration.

(it wasn't just her, either, it was all over his face, the guilt, he knew it too and that made it worse, the fact that he knew everything)

She hated it. She hated this stupid greenhouse and everything it represented, and she hated hating it and, most of all, Celia hated resenting her father. It was his fault, but it wasn't, and everything was jumbled and there was too much out there, too much information about her and ...

Damn it. It was happening again. The panic was rising, welling up to creep through her veins, starting from her heart and making its way out to her fingertips. She turned from the plants to face the doorway, because the panic reminded her that having the door at her back made her vulnerable. She fought against it, hating every moment of the way it made her feel, and she was trembling and her eyes were starting to well up with tears and it felt horrible, like she was in a runaway train speeding toward a cliff and

(he knew it too, he knew he was culpable and that made it all so much worse, why couldn't he just be)

Yeah. There it was. There it was, and it sucked.
Jul 10 2016, 12:58 AM

Mid-November, 2035

it was dark in the room there were too many noises voices crowding crucio mum crying dad lashing out dad never lashed out it wasn't the way he did things too many too much it was loud there were hands and it was too too too

Celia pressed her hands over her ears and rocked back against the tree. This was the only safe place. It was safe because it was dangerous. It was safe because most students avoided it. It was safe because her dad would never expect to find her here, and she absolutely didn't want her dad to see her like this.

pain pain and laughter and what were these people why who thought that good god why was this happening she reached out and slammed her elbow into someone's gut and it was effective but there were too many others too many hands too many too much and it was too too too

She was bad. She was the worst daughter. She shouldn't still be thinking about this. She shouldn't blame him, not for his famous name and his fearlessness. She was supposed to be proud of him, proud to call him father, and instead she resented him because if he hadn't been the great Neville Longbottom, none of it would have happened. If she'd been someone else's daughter, someone unimportant, unrecognized, someone who didn't matter ...

Then everything would be all right.

just stop this doesn't make sense none of it makes sense just go away this isn't where you belong this is home my home my home you're ruining it you're ruining it it's gone everything's over fuck you FUCK YOU

There was a footstep, and it jolted her right out of her fantasy. She lifted her head and shrieked at the intruder, a wordless, heartbroken cry.
Jul 9 2016, 11:49 PM

Mid-November, 2035

Celia stood outside Dogweed and Deathcap, staring through the window at some plants but not really seeing them. A gust of wind blew past her, and she pulled her scarf more tightly around her neck. Today was one of the days when she didn't feel great about being a Prefect. It was one of those days when she just wanted to stay inside, huddled up and pretending that the outside world didn't exist. But, no. She had to go to Hogsmeade. It was her turn for Hogsmeade Prefect duty, so here she was.

She tried to identify the plant she was staring at. She was supposed to be able to do this, after all. Her dad could do it. Her dad tried his best to teach her how to do all this Herbology crap, and she was still terrible at it. And her dad was a great professor, too! It wasn't his fault. Celia was just awful with plants.

Giving up, she sighed and turned to survey the street. She'd had her back turned to it for nearly a full minute, so it was definitely time to re-ascertain the exact state of her surroundings. She saw plenty of students, and plenty of adults, and nobody looked particularly suspicious.

She caught sight of one of her fellow Prefects, Braden, wandering in her direction. Braden was nice. Celia had always liked him, although they'd never exactly been close. He was in a different House, and they had pretty different personalities. Or, at least, they used to. They didn't seem quite so different anymore. Celia had gotten a lot quieter.

The tiniest hint of a smile curled her lips, and she lifted a hand to wave to her acquaintance. Maybe he'd want to come over and chat. Maybe he wouldn't. Not like it made much of a difference either way.
Jul 7 2016, 04:13 PM

The Basics:
- 6th-year Gryff
- Awesome at judo
- Used to be very boisterous
- Daughter of Neville and Hannah
- Suffers from acute PTSD
- Went through a highly traumatic home invasion a few months ago; it was all over the Daily Prophet
- Generally pretty tight-lipped about the whole thing
- Prefect

Celia would have made some really solid friendships over the course of her first five years at Hogwarts, but those friendships are likely somewhat strained now. Her friends would know from the news that something super messed-up happened, but not be privy to exact details, so they'd be using Celia's behavioral changes to try to piece things together. It would likely be frustrating to be Celia's friend at this point.
Defeats Bullies With @Rachel Winston
Longtime Boy Buddy: @Matthew Bennett
Longtime Girl Bestie: @Hadley Cordova | @Jessie Meadows

Celia used to have a habit of using her judo moves on bullies, so these would probably be the only people who would consider her an enemy. Although, if former friends are pissed enough about being "abandoned," then maybe we could work something out here?

Celia has had a few boyfriends in past years, but she would be a pretty tough nut to crack at this point. Any guy who startles her is gonna get judo-chopped, so approach from where she can see you! Or not, because that sounds like a funny thread.
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