Your Autobiography

Hello and welcome once more to the land of Divination.

I have decided, since i am currently researching a new homework for you all, that it would be fun to place yourself in the shoes of a world famous Seer.

Here is what i want you do:

Part One:

Write your Autobiography, you are a world famous Seer, with more then twenty years experience under your belt, teh world hangs on your every word and longs to know every jussy detail and bit of gossip you know! Include all this in your autobiography, name names, give details of your most rememberal reading and who it was with. Include the small details as well, mention those who you have seen die before teh actual event, add some of your world class prophecies! Say anything, just sell this book! Min of 300 words, Max of 500! 45points max


Part Two:

We all know what Professor Trewlawney looks like and so i ask you now, find someone, who looks just as batty as our favorite Professor and post
her here for an extra 5 points, please do not copy other ppl's pictures!!!!

remember, check spelling and grammer, no copying pasting oh and one mroe thing ... credit all sources if you use another website!!!!!

total points available: 50!

EDIT: This is now worth 70 possible points!

My name is Suzanne Trmize Cuzaner McTwizer. I was born in the United States and moved shortly to Great Britain after finding out that I was a witch. My mom whom was a witch married a muggle and did not know what my mother actually was. She did not tell him for the fear of him leaving her. She too was a Seer like me but instead of giving wizards their futures she told the muggles instead. As I grew up in a muggle household I did just as all of the other muggle children did until that fateful day that I had received my Hogwarts letter.
My mother was very proud of me but my father was a bit confused. That night they both got into a fight but did not separate. After mother had spent most of the week explaining things to my father she then took me under her wing. She hoped that I too posses the same ability as she did and she was quite glad to see be predict my great uncle’s death (he died in a rampaging hippogriff accident).
Once I had graduated from Hogwarts I started my own business for future telling and started right away predicted their futures. I was able to predict the forthcoming of our recent Minister of Magic. He was quite surprised and did not believe me but as he can now see I was in fact correct. I also had predicted many muggle deaths as to which many wizards and witches would not know.
Then later there were those dark days when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came into power. Many came to me to see as to weather or not they would survive through these dark days. I had of course refused their cries of help and took into hiding. There had been rumored that the Death Eaters where out looking for Seers and I did not want to help them out at all. Then the day came when Harry Potter, the boy who lived, came and took down You-Know-Who and I was able again to tell wizard futures. After I went into hiding, many wizards despised me saying that I could have saved their loved ones who had fell prey to the Death Eaters and did not want any of my services. Since no one wanted my services I had to go and find work somewhere else. I went to work at different stores here and there disguising as a different person each time. Many did not want me working for them after what had happened.
Then You-Know-Who came back to power and many wizards came to me for help again. This time I had accepted and had to move my location many times so that the Death Eaters would not find me. After a year of avoiding him I had been captured twice by his followers and each time I escaped, you see his followers are not very bright. So every week I must find a new place to stay.

Hello my dears, my name is Mystic Mary. I've been asked to write this little bit about myself by my esteemed colleague Ettie Skeeter, and well - you know me - any excuse to talk about myself! Let's see, where should I start? Perhaps when I first discovered my Seer powers. I was ten years old and was living with my Mother and Father in our house by the sea. Now, one day, the little boy from the house down the road came over with some freshly laid eggs - all the rage back then you know - and I opened the door to him.

Now let me tell you - I got the fright of my life! Seized right up I did, and dropped his basket of eggs on the floor. Luckily, only two smashed, but that's neither here nor there. No, the real story comes in with what I saw i my mind's eye. I saw this little boy drowning to his death, on a cold and windy night after the sea had been whipped into a frenzy! Oh, it scared me something rotten, I can tell you. I must have had a crazed look in my eyes, because that little boy, he ran off and I never saw him again.

Well, I say never. I did see him again - the very next day in fact. I was out walking Tootles - that's my old dog - on the beach, and what should I find? The very body of him! All pale and blue-lipped, washed up like a rag doll on the sea shore. Now, I was right terrified - hadn't I seen this the day before? He'd only gone and drowned, just like in my vision. I knew then that I was a Seer, and from then on, I spent every waking moment honing my skill.

At Hogwarts, Divination was my best subject, and that old dear of a Professor Mackintosh really took me under her wing. Leaving Hogwarts, I decided to get a job as a Professional Seer – you know, do readings and the like – earn a bit of money. Well, I was either cursed or just really good at my job, because everyone who came to see me died shortly after. Course, I always saw their death in my minds eye.

Soon, I became known as Mystic Mary, The Harbinger of Death! Well, I wasn’t sure about that – but it did bring me fame and fortune. People flocked to see me, even though for one in three people it meant I would predict their death.

I’m retired now, and I’m just waiting for that fateful day when I gets a vision and sees myself dieing.

Here's a lovely picture of me. I'm the one in the front, the pretty one:

Part One

My Name is Gypsia, yes just Gypsia. I was born on Febuary 29th or a leap year, when I was at the age of 5 I learned I was different from the others in Assisi, I fortold a great war coming it was with my help that the people in Assisi could evade a blow that this would be to the people in this village. From that point on I was renound as an Orical. This word made no sense to me but the people, my people wanted me to fortell the future. There was no love in this life everytime I'd pretict something they'd beg for more. After only a year of this I choose to run, run far away into a new life a life unknown to the people of Assisi. At only the age of 6 there wasn't much I knew how to do, in Florence I adopted myself into a gang of theives and found a scruffy dog that landed me in a prison, by this time I was almost 11. Something strange happened one night an Italian guard opened the doors and took me outside under the stars. A large carriage pulled by white horses was infront of the gates, the guard led me to this and tossed me into the back when I was confronted by a handsome woman who took me to a french school where I learned French, English, Mesmerism, Hypnosis, and witchcraft. My contact with magic not only sharped my skills in the third eye they enhansed my ability to bring forth preminotions at any time. About a year ago I reached my 25th birthday and something strange happened a man I'd never seen before walked into my small shop in Digonally, he begged for a reading producing a large amount of money under my eyes. I readily agreed and sat down I placed a tea cup in front of him as well as my best deck of tarot cards. He drank the tea and shuffled the cards, in my five card spread I frowned the past was the fool however the future and Present held only the death and worry cards. I looked at his cup and the same signs were shown, this man who ever he was was going to face death 7 times but he would survive. He was being chased by men he had wronged in the past and I knew all this as soon as the cards were cast. The man was anxious for the awnsers and as I replied them he knocked the table over then buried his head in his hands. He muttered over and over I've face twice, already twice. He looked me in the eyes for the first time the whole session, the rims were dark as if he had not slept for days. I looked at him as he stood up, 'Help me' he whispered and then he kissed me. It wasn't the kind of kiss you would recive from a parent but of a true lover. His grip on my arms was strong but gentle, from that moment on I was in love with him, he turned out to be James Kilagan and for the next three years were on the run, I made my livings through passer bys just like myself. We exchanged news and finally as I reached age 29 something terrible happened, I was separated from James and he was killed we'd evaded them 5 times by the 7th time had past and finally he was dead. I was drowning in my own grief but suddenly I found myself in Assisi again the place where it had all started, and a young boy came up to me and pulled at my skirt. 'Madam,' his voice was shaking with the cold. 'Please could you tell me if I am going to die.' In truth the boy looked sick and starving there was no way I couldn't feel for this poor creature. Bending low I asked for his mother, 'She's dead' was the awnser. I took the boy under my wing and it seemed he had the third eye as well I took him with me on my journeys but never awnsered his first awnser, it was true he was going to die at 18 of accidental causes but I wouldn't tell him, never would I tell him. He did eventually die and I sliped back into grief promising to tell the world of my stories and how I helped, and how they can help.

Part two

Come here, missy. Give me your hand. Mmm hmm. Just as I thought. Be careful going down stairs, missy. And stay inside during thunderstorms...

My name is Olivia Escandado Merquezuela, and I was born in Mexico in 1914. The day I was born was the end of a drought, and my mama did say that was a good sign. *cough* Would you like some tea, missy? I'm going to have some so you might as well…right...there we go. Anyway. I was the youngest child of nine and my papa wasn’t very pleased when I was born. He had wanted another boy. Heh, heh, heh.

When I was just four, I woke up in the night, crying that my fisherman papa was drowning at sea. My mama shushed me, pointing at my papa lying in bed, right across the room. I wasn't calmed however, and stayed awake for the rest of the night. In the early hours of the morning, I clung to my papa, begging him to stay at home. *cough*

He wouldn’t listen to my pleas, so I snuck out of the house and threw a rock in his boat. It cracked and splintered, missy, like you wouldn’t believe! That was my first sign of wizardry, that I was able to lift that boulder. My papa spanked me for that, till my poor little *cough* was quite sore, and then he went fishing with his good friend Marco. An unexpected storm came up and they both died... a good man, my papa was, though he was a Squib. Why should he have believed the babblings of a four year old?

My good mama taught me all the magic she knew when I turned twelve, as is the custom. By the time I was sixteen I knew all my mama knew. But it was not enough to explain my frequent flashes, often followed by death or destruction. When I was seventeen, a traveling Seer named Quindi arrived at our little house. She was amazed at my abilities, which far outshone hers, and convinced my mama to let me travel with her.

In the following years, I foretold many deaths, marriages, accidents and births. The great wizard Ortolebect came to me, once, you know. I warned him not to start that debate about the trolls. But did he listen to me, the bumbling idiot? Nooo. He didn’t. Trolls stormed that meeting and he died a gruesome death. *snore*

No need to poke me, missy. I was just thinking. Anyway. After many years, when I had grown wise to the ways of the world, I realized that Quindi had been cheating me. I slipped away from her then, my heart quite bruised. I knew that most of my family had died, but my brother…missy, you’ve finished all your tea! And I’ve had mine. I shall have another, but you must be getting along…pity, that. Drop by sometime and I’ll tell you what became of my brother, and why I never wear silver…*snore*

Hello darlings it is I Lucinda Annabelle Rosedrop. I was born on the 3rd of November 1992 and I am now 35 years old. If you are buying this then I am to assume that you are interested in the art of Divination. This art is very difficult and cannot be learnt but you must be born with this gift.
From a very young age I knew I was different my family knew I was different the world knew I was different. At night I would sometimes dream the events that would happen the next day. Nobody not even my parents believed me up until the age of eleven. When I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter it came clear to my parents that my visions were just that of a young witch and for a long time a believed them. They are both muggle yes making me a muggle-born so they had no idea what so ever about magic. But then stranger things began to happen I did not have to be asleep to see into the future I could just be sat in the Hogwarts library studying when suddenly I would be able to see what would happen in the next hour. Over a period of time my ability got stronger and I could see days in front of me months and then years. Upon entering my 3rd of off magical education I saw an interest in the lesson Divination and I opted for it.
On my first lesson of divination I was deeply impressed and at the end of the lesson the professor told me that they could sense that I had the gift.
From then on my life was dedicated to the art of Divination. I left Hogwarts with an Outstanding in Divination and Es in others. When I left Hogwarts I continued practising my Divination I made predication watched them happen I some times also made prophesies with which I can remember after I have made them which is something quite unusual as many seers don’t. For a very long time I continued working at flourish and blots until one day a crowd of people over heard me making a prediction about our beloved minister of magic. They were all shocked to see that it came true. It was the first time that anyone bar examiners and professors had heard me make a prediction. Now I was the most surprised to see my face on the front page of the daily prophet. From then on where ever I went I was bombarded with questions “will I ever find true love”, “How will I die”, “What are the answers to this exam question.”
My life had gone from a simple book shop assistant to a famous seer in a matter of weeks. My work as a seer has then since developed and I been in the profession for almost 20 years now and I have made over half of the prophesies in the hall of prophesies in the department of mysteries. Now turn over to hear some of my more famous prediction, how to dive things, the feelings I experience and so much more.



(I’m just imagining that as the first page of the book or something lol!)

This class is now closed. House points are as follows. well done to everyone who has done this homework.


Gryffindor:
Duck the Duck - 50 points


Hufflepuff:
Dancingsunset - 43 points
Streams of silver - 50 points


Ravenclaw:
Stephy -34 Points
Polly - 39 Points


Slytherin:
Snapes Girl - 48 points

Please remember that with the new class rules you may keep doing classes after they're marked as they are now always open.