ELLA!

[Valencia Scamander]

[align=center]I HEREBY SWEAR…[/b][/color][/font]



BACKGROUND CHECK OF[/color][/font]
dorothy sara feldstien[/color][/font]
NINETEEN & JOURNALIST[/color][/font][/align]

WELCOME TO THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION HEADQUARTERS. I'M NOT HERE TO PLAY GOOD COP, BAD COP, OKAY BUT WE'VE GOT SOME INFORMATION ON YOU BEING INVOLVED IN SOME ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES THAT HAVE CAUGHT OUR ATTENTION.

WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO? I PROMISE, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL.. OH GOD. THIS IS FOR REAL, ISN'T IT... WELL, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG. YOU CAN'T HOLD ME FOR NOTHING... CAN YOU?

SO, ANYTHING TO DRINK? TEA? COFFEE? WATER WITH A SIDE ORDER OF TELL US YOUR NAME?

SORRY, BUT IT WOULDN'T BE VERY SMART FOR ME TO DRINK ANYTHING FROM YOU... OH. MY NAME IS DOROTHY SARA FELDSTEIN.

ACCORDING TO THIS FILE, YOU'RE NOT A LEGAL CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES, IS THAT CORRECT?

OH, NO! MY FAMILY ARE RECENT IMMIGRANTS IN THE BIG SCHEME OF THINGS, AND I SPENT A LOT OF MY TEENAGER YEARS OUT OF THE COUNTRY, BUT I WAS BORN HERE! MY GRANDPARENTS ON MY DAD'S SIDE WERE HOLOCAUST SURVIVORS, BUT THEY CAME HERE PERFECTLY LEGALLY AFTER THE WAR. THEY MET IN NEW YORK; THEY HAD BOTH LOST SPOUSES DURING THE WAR. MY MOM'S FAMILY IS NOT AS EXCITING. THEY'RE NORMAL WHITE MIDDLE CLASS FOLK. MY DAD BECAME A DOCTOR, MET MY MOM, AND THE REST IS HISTORY.

MY CHILDHOOD WAS RATHER BORING. I DIDN'T GO OUT OF THE COUNTRY, JUST SO YOU KNOW. I BARELY KNEW ABOUT MY GRANDMOTHER'S LITTLE SISTER, WHO WENT TO ISRAEL AFTER THE WAR, AND IT DIDN'T BOTHER ME

MY BAT MITZVAH CHANGED EVERYTHING. THREE DAYS BEFORE THE EVENT, MY GREAT AUNT ESZTI SURPRISED US WITH A VISIT-- FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SIXTEEN YEARS. YOU SEE, MY GRANDMOTHER HAD DIED A FEW YEARS AGO, BUT SHE AND HER BROTHER-IN-LAW HAD NEVER... WELL, THEY WERE ESTRANGED. BUT AFTER HE DIED, ESZTI DRAGGED HER WHOLE FAMILY OVER HERE TO MEET THE OTHER SIDE. IT WAS CRAZY TO SAY THE LEAST. BUT I WAS REALLY CHARMED BY HER.

APPARENTLY I CHARMED HER, TOO. SHE SAID SHE WAS VERY IMPRESSED WITH MY HEBREW, AND MY KNOWLEDGE OF WOMAN OF THE TORAH. IT HAD ALWAYS BEEN AN INTERESTING SUBJECT TO ME, BUT I HAD NEVER REALLY GOT A CHANCE TO STUDY IT IN OUR CLASSES AT THE JEWISH CENTER, SO I HAD STUDIED IT ON MY OWN. BEFORE SHE LEFT, SHE ARRANGED THAT I COULD SPEND THE SUMMER IN TEL AVIV WITH HER. I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW SHE MANAGED TO CONVINCE MY PARENTS, WHO HAD ALWAYS BEEN VERY... I DON'T KNOW IF PROTECTIVE IS THE RIGHT WORD. BUT IT WAS A MAGICAL SUMMER. THAT SUMMER I FELL IN LOVE WITH JUDAISM, AND WITH ISRAELIS AND PALESTINIANS ALIKE. IT'S REALLY NOT LIKE WHAT PEOPLE THINK. YOU DON'T SPEND YOUR DAYS LIVING IN FEAR, YOU JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. MOST PEOPLE THERE AREN'T EVEN RELIGIOUS!

LAST MAY, ESZTI... SHE WAS DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER. SHE WAS VERY OLD BY THEN, AND SUCH A THING WAS EXPECTED. I DECIDED TO TAKE THE YEAR OFF, LEAVE SCHOOL, AND GO HELP OUT AROUND THE HOUSEHOLD. SHE DIDN'T LIKE THAT I WAS PUTTING MY LIFE “ON HOLD” FOR HER, BUT I REALLY JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER WHILE I STILL COULD.

SHE DIED IN JANUARY. AFTER WE HAD SAT SHIVA, I CAME BACK TO MY HOME CITY, WASHINGTON DC. AND I'VE BEEN HERE EVER SENSE! I'M NOT A CITIZEN OF ANYWHERE BUT THE GOOD OLD US OF A!

SO, WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION, KID, BESIDES CAUSING TROUBLE FOR US AND BEING INVOLVED IN A FEW ILLEGAL MISHAPS HERE AND THERE? DON'T WORRY, THIS IS PURELY CONFIDENTIAL.

OH, LORD NO! I SWEAR, I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL. ACTUALLY, I'M CURRENTLY WORKING FOR MY OLD RABBI. HE WORKS FOR A PUBLISHING COMPANY OVER IN NEW YORK NOW, AND THEY'RE CURRENTLY WORKING ON A MAGAZINE AIMED AT YOUNG JEWISH WOMAN, AND HE REMEMBERED ALL THE ESSAYS I WROTE ON THE SUBJECT WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. SO HE ASKED IF I WOULD BE INTERESTED IN WRITING AN ARTICLE ABOUT THE CURRENT ADMINISTRATION AND IT'S ATTITUDES TOWARDS THE CONFLICT IN ISRAEL.

OH, REALLY, NOW. THAT'S INTERESTING. SO, HOW ABOUT YOUR PARENTS? ANY SIBLINGS? WIFE OR HUSBAND - YOU KNOW, I'M JUST SAYING BOTH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT PEOPLE LIKE ANYMORE. I JUST WANT TO BE POLITICALLY CORRECT.

WELL, I HAVE MY MOM AND DAD. MY MOM IS A HOUSEWIFE WHO IS TWO DECADES YOUNGER THAN MY DAD, WHO IS A DOCTOR. THEY'RE NOT REALLY ALL THAT EXCITING. AND THERE WAS ESZTI, OF COURSE. AND HER THREE KIDS: TZVI, RAVID, AND HOLDA. THEY HAD ALL HAD KIDS, AND SOME OF THEM HAD KIDS. THE ONLY COUSIN I WAS REALLY CLOSE TOO WAS ADLINE; SHE WAS SO MUCH FUN! SHE AND I COULD TALK FOR HOURS. I STILL EMAIL HER A LOT.

AND THEN THERE ARE MY SISTERS. MY FATHER PULLED A FIDDLER ON THE ROOF AND HAD MANY DAUGHTERS, AND NO SONS. MYSELF, NATALIE, GRACE, AND KARINA. IN THAT ORDER.

AND I'M SINGLE. HOW COULD I HAVE A SPOUSE- I'M WAY TO YOUNG!

AREN'T YOU A LITTLE TOO YOUNG TO BE CALLED INTO QUESTIONING?

EXACTLY! WELL, I'M NINETEEN, TO BE EXACT. I DON'T LIKE REVEALING IT, AND I'M NOT SURE WHY. IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL WEIRD...

IS BEING AN INSUBORDINATE BEING ONE OF YOUR STRONG POINTS? YOU KNOW, YOU'RE MAKING MY JOB A HELL LOT HARDER.

OH, AM I BEING INSUBORDINATE? I'M SORRY! I REALLY AM! I'M USUALLY NOT... IN FACT, I'VE BEEN TOLD I'M ONE OF THE MOST FLEXIBLE PEOPLE OUT THERE. REALLY, I CAN ALWAYS ADAPT TO OTHER PEOPLE'S NEEDS, AND IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME THAT I BE ABLE TO DO SO. COME TO THINK OF IT, I'M PRETTY RESOURCEFUL, TOO. I ALWAYS FIND THE WAY TO GET THINGS DONE WITH THE THINGS AT HAND... I GUESS YOU COULD SAY I PLAY THE CARDS I'M DEALT! I TRY AND MAKE THE BEST OF THE SITUATION, RATHER THAN WHINING AND COMPLAINING ABOUT IT.

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE NOT MUCH OF A SPORTS PERSON? WELL, BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO DO SPORTS, BUT IF I DID I WOULD PROBABLY BE GOOD AT SOCCER. THAT'S ALWAYS BEEN MY DREAM YOU NOW. I HEARD THE PRESIDENT LIKES SOCCER.

OH, I'M NO GOOD AT SPORTS. I'M A REAL UNCOORDINATED ONE! AND I'M REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT. THAT MUST BE A SAD THING FOR YOU TO DEAL WITH IT. I DON'T KNOW, I'M A BIT NAIVE. I GUESS I COULDN'T SEE HOW MUCH PAIN YOU WERE IN, BECAUSE I TEND TO ASSUME THAT EVERYONE HAS HAD IT EASY. AND... WHAT AM I DOING? I REALLY SHOULDN'T BE TRYING TO COMFORT YOU, SHOULD I? WE HAVE A JOB TO DO! OH, GOD I'M SORRY. I GUESS I'M OVERLY FOCUSED ON GETTING THINGS DONE... WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENS, I TEND TO TRY AND GET IT OVER WITH QUICKLY. AND LOOKING BACK ON ALL THAT, I GUESS I AM A BIT INDECISIVE. I HAVEN'T EVEN CHOSEN A CAREER, OR A MAJOR!

REALLY, THAT'S INTERESTING. YOU KNOW, YOU SHOULDN'T BEAT YOURSELF DOWN LIKE THAT. I MEAN, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A PROFESSIONAL SOCCER PLAYER. ANYWAYS, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT PRESIDENT KINGSTON SO FAR? HE'S DOING A GOOD JOB, ISN'T HE?

I ACTUALLY THINK I MIGHT LIKE HIM. HE SEEMS LIKE A GOOD GUY, WITH A LOT OF GOOD WILL TOWARDS THE PEOPLE. BUT HE HASN'T SPOKEN ON THE MIDEAST YET, AND AS SOMEONE SO ENTRENCHED IN JEWISH ISSUES, I CAN'T MAKE A FINAL OPINION UNTIL THEN.

OH, DAMN IT. APPARENTLY, WE CALLED IN THE WRONG PERSON FOR QUESTIONING. UH, I REALLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE. YOU KNOW, I'M GOING TO FIRE JOSHUA. I'M REALLY SORRY. YEAH. ALRIGHT. YOU KNOW THE WAY OUT RIGHT? YEAH, BYE.

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CAN YOU PLEASE PROVIDE US WITH A SAMPLE OF YOUR HANDWRITING?

sweeter than it ought to be[as valencia scamander]

[align=center] ZEE has been roleplaying for FIVE YEARS.
SHE resides in the MOUNTAIN timezone and can be reached
through PM OR AIM (inserthyperbole). SHE has read the rules, understands
the plot and promises to be an ideal member.[/color][/font]



SO HELP ME GOD.[/color][/b][/font][/align]

[Valencia Scamander]

[align=center] SKYE STRACKE AS
IRENE LEAH DOUGLASS[/color]



BERTIE BOTTS? I LOVE THEM!
MY FAVORITE FLAVOR IS ROSEMARY!. [/color]

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[ALIGN=CENTER]SUGAR! CINNAMON! PUMPKIN!
DELICIOUS! [/ALIGN]

FULL NAME: Irene Leah Douglass

NICKNAMES: None

AGE: Seventeen

BIRTHDAY: September 14th, 1960

BLOODLINE: Muggle-born

YEAR: Seventh year

HOUSE:Ravenclaw

WAND: Mahogany, unicorn tail hair core, nine and half inches

PET: Julia, a light orange, almost cream colored kitten.

[ALIGN=CENTER]STUFFING! GRAVY! TURKEY!
SCRUMPTIOUS! [/ALIGN]

LIKES:

• THE MORE CHEERFUL PHILOSOPHERS
  
• CUDDLING
  
• FOOD FROM DIFFERENT CULTURES(AS LONG AS IT'S VEGETARIAN)- THE STRANGER, THE BETTER
  
• ANIMALS, PARTICULARLY CATS
  
• TRANSFIGURATION AND CHARMS
  
• FINNISH- SHE THINKS IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND THE ORIGIN OF ELVISH(SEE BELOW)
  
• MUGGLE FANTASY AND SCIENCE FICTION NOVELS, PARTICULARLY LORD OF THE RINGS
  
• SCIENTIFIC EXPERIMENTS
  
• LEARNING NEW THINGS
  
• OBSCURE TRIVIA
  
• PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSIONS AND DEBATES
  
• SOCIALIZING
  
• MUSIC, WIZARD OR MUGGLE – EXCEPT FOR THAT PUNK ROCK THAT HER BROTHER LISTENS TO NOW
  
• THE UNKNOWN
  
• THE ALBUM “SGT. PEPPER'S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND.”
  
• HER FAMILY
  
• WRITING ESSAYS
  

DISLIKES:

• PEOPLE WHO PUSH AROUND OTHERS
  
• NIHILISTS
  
• PESSIMISM
  
• THAT PUNK ROCK HER BROTHER LISTENS TO.
  
• WHEN PEOPLE JUST SEEM BORED WITH LIFE
  
• SIMPLE EXPLANATIONS FOR COMPLEX THINGS
  
• FISH 'N CHIPS
  
• HAVING TO BE TACTFUL
  
• PRETENTIOUS PEOPLE
  
• ENGLAND AND SCOTLAND'S WEATHER
  
• RESTRAINTS
  
• RESPONSIBILITY
  
• BLATANT, PROUD IGNORANCE
  
• CIGAR SMOKE
  
• ANY SORT OF LYING
  
• SAD ENDINGS
  
• MEAT, FUR, OR LEATHER

STRENGTHS:

• INQUISITIVE
  
• ADVENTUROUS
  
• INTELLIGENT
  
• CHEERFUL/ OPTIMISTIC
  
• CARING
  
• OPEN MINDED
  
• HONEST

WEAKNESSES:

• NOSY
  
• EASY TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF
  
• NAIVE
  
• LACKS COMMON SENSE
  
• BLUNT
  
• IRRITATING
  
• CHILDISH

[ALIGN=CENTER]BRUSSEL SPROUTS! LIVER! ONIONS!
GROSS! [/ALIGN]

PERSONALITY:

[ALIGN=CENTER]VODKA! WINE! WHISKEY!
SOBER? [/ALIGN]

FATHER:

MOTHER:
Ester Douglass(nee. Beaufort), thirty-six years old, housewife.

SIBLINGS: Albert Douglass, seventeen years old, Student.

[ALIGN=CENTER]SYRUP! SPAGHETTI! BLOOD!
UH WHAT? [/ALIGN]

YOUR ALIAS: Zee
YOUR AGE: Sixteen!
RP EXPERIENCE?: I've been roleplaying for over five years now.
DESIRED MEMBER TITLE: born with roses in her eyes
RP SAMPLE:

Roxanne lay on a bench, staring at the sky. She had her new headphones over her ears; they were an early Christmas present from her mother. Roxy had somehow managed to get the cassette player to work as well, mainly be cursing and yelling various charms at it. The thing didn't seem to run on batteries, but only worked when a lot of people weren't around.

It was a fairly chill morning. Roxy had bundled up in long sleeved dark blue shirt, skinny jeans, a pair converse knock-offs embellished with a simple black spot(Roxanne had refused to wear corporate clothing as of late; besides, the things we're extremely expensive), and a knitted pullover hoodie she had made herself. It was mostly navy, but has pattern of little silver jolly rogers up the sleeves. She had slaved over it for weeks,, and this was the first day she had gotten to wear it. Her green messenger bag lay beside the bench.

She stared out at the sky, that was blue, for once. A few clouds dotted it, and despite the cold, the morning sun shown down upon Hogwarts brightly. She liked the sky when it was clear. Lying here, listening to music, away from the anxieties of people, she was at peace. Roxy closed her eyes and breathed in, letting a smile come to her lips.

She was in the midst of a Bowie song when she heard someone sit down. The girl sat up, just enough as to not be noticed by the whoever the intruder was, and was surprised to see her housemate and brother's friend sitting down.

Though she had often seen the Krum around, Roxy hadn't spoken to her in years. She had always been more of Fred's friend. Propping herself upright, Roxy studied the seventh-year closely as she pulled out a violin from a case. A musician! The redhead pulled the bow across the strings, and gave out a barely audible sigh. And then the music came.

It was fast, and unlike anything classical that Roxy had ever heard. It was, in a strange way, beautiful. She squinted, trying to see the girl better... The long red hair, the poised and elegant arms, and the slender legs... James! James had a crush on her! Well, he probably wouldn't like Roxanne horning in on his girl... what was she thinking?! Of course Roxy wouldn't be doing that! Besides, Victoria didn't belong to James. My mind has managed to go back to the Victorian age Roxanne thought anxiously. She carefully reached for her bag, attempted to not make a sound and interrupt Victoria's playing. But her sneakers slid on the stone below the bench and make a loud, ear-piercing squeak. Roxy looked up, blushing fiercely. She had ruined the girl's song...