Post by Finn Hudson on Dec 13, 2010 12:52:10 GMT -8
The name? It's Finn Hudson.
I'm 16 and I go to McKinley.
Sure, it may seem a little... I don't know, dorky,
but I'm also a member of the Glee Club.
On the brightside, I do play football, so that
gains me a little popularity at the same time.
Roleplay sample: wc; 493"Dad wouldn't dream of hexing the management." Andy said, a lazy tone to his voice as he just slumped back down onto the couch. Prank time was over, he supposed, now that there were other people in the room. After Theo came his beloved older sister Deli, who he really didn't have any interest in besides glaring at any boy that looked at her halfway funny. It wasn't his part to be protective of an elder sibling, but he did so anyway. It was beneficial, after all, to have more than enough Potters on your side if you were a Potter yourself. You weren't ever alone, which made Andrew happy. That meant Delilah couldn't have been up to anything fishy. Then again, this was Delilah.
"Ah, Rems, wouldn't dream of leaving without you, twat." He spat, playfully, as all the shirts attacked Remi. He let a few hymns of a laugh escape as he stood up, "Seems as if I'm the only one still dressed in a uniform, but that's alright, not like it really matters." He was too busy catching his breath, anyway, from laughing at Remi. Not to mention, that running up the tower stairs hadn't done him much good either. Or, rather, his lungs didn't really appreciate it. Neither did his sides, of which were splitting again from both the laughter and the announcement of Andrew being notably out of shape. Not that he was overweight, just physically out of tune.
Taking a deep breath, he clenched Theo's arm tightly in a spot that left enough room for Remi on his other side and looked at Theo. "If I puke on you, that's okay, right?" Smirking, he braced himself for the apparition and when it was all over, he found himself stumbling. No vomits this time, Potter. He was scolding himself to perhaps better ensure that his lunch stayed inside of him instead of making a hasty and not so pleasant entrance. That would've been a shame.
Instead of doing that unpleasant deed his body had so badly wanted, Andrew perked himself up with the thoughts of being at dinner with his dad. Ah, good old James Potter. Andrew found himself being more like his father than the rest of his siblings, and he was thankful for that. After all, everyone knew James. Everybody knew Andrew. The similarities were endless. Running into the restaurant excitedly, he sat down next to his father and smirked. Reaching for a butterbeer, he sipped it and exchanged glances with each of the Potters at the table. Everything? Maybe in the presence of only their father, but with their mum in the same room, this was going to be a mission for sure. He looked at his idol and smiled softly, "Quite a bit of each. I don't know if I could fit them all into one conversation, if you know what I mean." He whispered and nudged his dad's side playfully with his elbow.
OOC: Do you know his grade/date of birth? Does it matter? xD I've looked... a lot of places. No one seems to know and I didn't know if it'd be cool to just make one up or not. Plus, making up which grade he's in doesn't really.. you know, work. /endrant
