Post by paris on Jul 15, 2006 23:01:09 GMT 7
Paris looked around the room as she entered the Exam room; she was a bit nervous because she never did well on tests. Her stomach ached from nervousness and she remembered if she didn't do well then her father would cut her off on money and she'd be cast out living in a box by the gates of the family estate. Well okay, the whole box thing was a bit exaggerated but still....
She clutched her quill and bottle of ink as she walked towards the examiners, "Paris Claire, Future Aurora” she told the examinee as she got the appropriate papers for the exam. She looked around the room and choose a seat in the back. She crossed her legs and she read the first question.
1) Why the applicant wants to study the subject.
I would like to study Auror Training because I feel I would make a great Auror, it's a very difficult job and not every person is up for the task of catching dark wizards. You have to be brave, ruthless, and willing to face danger, all of those qualities I believe I posess.
2) A little info about the subject.
Aurors are a magical elite task force, a small but dedicated group of skilled witches and wizards devoted to the task of taking on and eliminating Dark Wizards wherever they are active. They are highly trained in areas such as stealth, disguise and combat, and the Auror forces are without doubt comprised of some of the most gifted witches and wizards of their generation.
3. A little info about the applicant.
I, Paris Claire, was born on June 14, 1988 in a muggle hospital. Unbeknownst to myself at the time, I had no knowledge of my real parents who were both pure-blooded wizards. I was raised by two adoptive muggle parents whom had two other children when I was eight years of age.
When I was younger I was the black sheep of the family, odd things happened to anyone around me. When I was punished for "misbehaving" and given no dessert, the whole cookie jar contents would appear at my bedside and they would blame me for stealing them, which I did not do. Later when I was ten, another odd thing happened. Billy Madison, an annoying little boy used to pull on my pigtails and made me cry, one day he disappeared and was found in a ditch, having no apparent memory. Everyone thought I did that and something was wrong with me, that was when they called in a Minister, he'd thoughten I was possessed or something. I was tied to a bed while he dripped me with holy water and read the bible. When I realized they wouldn't untie me, I decided to play along. I began to scream in latin a few words I learnt in the church sunday school. The look on their faces were genuine shock, as soon as I was done with my fun and figured I'd been, "possessed" enough I closed by eyes, slowed my breathing and played dead for a few minutes. Which they then shock me and I opened my eyes and pretended everything was alright. I acted as though I had no memory of the exorcism and no idea why I was tied to a bed.
Soon my adopted family was ridiculed with harassment and we were forced to move from our small village in France to a main town in Kansas, America. It was soon that I learned to be sought by a man claiming to be my real father. I didn't want to go with him, I'd rather stay in America but he got custody of me with his muggle lawyers and I moved back to France, this time to Nice, the nicest, richest area of France. His estate is pretty nice and during summer I live there with my father and grandfather and whatever girlfriends they have at the moment.
I attended a school called Magical Purpose and received all O's in all my classes, mandatory and extra; I attended charms, transfiguration, potions, herbology, flying class, animagi, occlumancy, astronomy, mythology, divination, animology, muggle studies, ancient runes, arithmancy, history of magic, defense against the dark arts. I also took care of magical creatures for my first year but it wasn't one of my most strongest suits so I gave it up.
Paris put down her quill as she looked over her work, she nodded as she read it over, she was quite impressed with it. She closed the top of her ink bottle and went to hand it over to one of the examiners.
She clutched her quill and bottle of ink as she walked towards the examiners, "Paris Claire, Future Aurora” she told the examinee as she got the appropriate papers for the exam. She looked around the room and choose a seat in the back. She crossed her legs and she read the first question.
1) Why the applicant wants to study the subject.
I would like to study Auror Training because I feel I would make a great Auror, it's a very difficult job and not every person is up for the task of catching dark wizards. You have to be brave, ruthless, and willing to face danger, all of those qualities I believe I posess.
2) A little info about the subject.
Aurors are a magical elite task force, a small but dedicated group of skilled witches and wizards devoted to the task of taking on and eliminating Dark Wizards wherever they are active. They are highly trained in areas such as stealth, disguise and combat, and the Auror forces are without doubt comprised of some of the most gifted witches and wizards of their generation.
3. A little info about the applicant.
I, Paris Claire, was born on June 14, 1988 in a muggle hospital. Unbeknownst to myself at the time, I had no knowledge of my real parents who were both pure-blooded wizards. I was raised by two adoptive muggle parents whom had two other children when I was eight years of age.
When I was younger I was the black sheep of the family, odd things happened to anyone around me. When I was punished for "misbehaving" and given no dessert, the whole cookie jar contents would appear at my bedside and they would blame me for stealing them, which I did not do. Later when I was ten, another odd thing happened. Billy Madison, an annoying little boy used to pull on my pigtails and made me cry, one day he disappeared and was found in a ditch, having no apparent memory. Everyone thought I did that and something was wrong with me, that was when they called in a Minister, he'd thoughten I was possessed or something. I was tied to a bed while he dripped me with holy water and read the bible. When I realized they wouldn't untie me, I decided to play along. I began to scream in latin a few words I learnt in the church sunday school. The look on their faces were genuine shock, as soon as I was done with my fun and figured I'd been, "possessed" enough I closed by eyes, slowed my breathing and played dead for a few minutes. Which they then shock me and I opened my eyes and pretended everything was alright. I acted as though I had no memory of the exorcism and no idea why I was tied to a bed.
Soon my adopted family was ridiculed with harassment and we were forced to move from our small village in France to a main town in Kansas, America. It was soon that I learned to be sought by a man claiming to be my real father. I didn't want to go with him, I'd rather stay in America but he got custody of me with his muggle lawyers and I moved back to France, this time to Nice, the nicest, richest area of France. His estate is pretty nice and during summer I live there with my father and grandfather and whatever girlfriends they have at the moment.
I attended a school called Magical Purpose and received all O's in all my classes, mandatory and extra; I attended charms, transfiguration, potions, herbology, flying class, animagi, occlumancy, astronomy, mythology, divination, animology, muggle studies, ancient runes, arithmancy, history of magic, defense against the dark arts. I also took care of magical creatures for my first year but it wasn't one of my most strongest suits so I gave it up.
Paris put down her quill as she looked over her work, she nodded as she read it over, she was quite impressed with it. She closed the top of her ink bottle and went to hand it over to one of the examiners.
