I Have Not Yet Begun to Fight
By Blondie5

Part I: Me, Myself, and I

A/N: My cousin got on my account yesterday when I was gone and deleted all of my fanfics from fanfiction.net, so I'm having to repost them. Sorry!

When Professor Chamois told us about this assignment, I was less than trilled. Five rolls of parchment on our life?! This is supposed to allow us to get in touch with our Acronomic, or inner, magic. I'm supposed to start by talking about me for my first turn in date. Oh yeah, I have to go by just my middle name so she doesn't know who I am quite yet, she wants to test our description skills by guessing, how weird. Oh well, here goes nothing.

My middle name is Dearbhla (pronounced Dervla). My name is Irish. Both my first and middle name describe me. My first name, the Irish name for fair and slender, I am both. I am tall and skinny, almost like a twig. My slender figure hides a great deal of my muscle. I am very strong, both physically and mentally. I've had to be. I have extremely fair skin, I am very pale. My fair skin clashes with my wild, jet black hair, which I inherited from my father, my emerald green eyes, which I inherited from my mother, and my blood red lips, which I inherited from no one in particular.

Now for my middle name. Dearbhla; the Irish name for true desire. My boyfriend Fred Weasley says that this is the name that describes me the best, I guess that in a way, it is. I am a Zkeznekovich, silent "z", and we are known for our beauty. Several people have said that I should become a model because I am the most beautiful girl they've ever seen. How flattering.

I am really like a mixing bowl of both of my parents; I have my mother's emerald eyes, slim figure, and most of her facial figures. As for her personality, I am not at all punctual, am a very calm person, and come to think of it, I am very precise. As for my father, I have his jet-black hair, sharp, chiseled nose, and his hands and feet. I also have parts of his personality. I am mischievous, I am very smart, well, actually both my parents are smart, I'm funny, well my mom is too, I love a challenge, I make friends very easily, I am loyal, as is my mom, and I love animals. Everyone has always said I am my truly my father's child.

The girl promises to write more the next day as she puts down her quill and parchment. "Drat, I have potions tomorrow, and Snape'll have my head if I'm not up to par," she reminds herself. She falls asleep to Hermione's snoring from the bed next to her.


Finis!

Disclaimer- I don't own Hermione or Snape or any of the people who are familiar. They're J.K. Rowlings. I own everything else.

A/N- Okay, first fanfic here. I have all of this developed in my mind, and I am going somewhere with it, I promise. This does have a lot to do with Harry Potter; the plot's going be a lot more clear in the next part, that's when she tells about her family. This is going to be part of a series of series. (Hope I didn't lose anyone there.) I'm going to write a story for each of the members of her family, or at least I'm gonna try to. Please review, I wanna know how I'm doing. You can also e-mail me at blondie7586@yahoo.com Thanks! Also, excuse my grammar. :)

P.S. - I know it's a weird title and it has nothing to do with the actual content of the story, but I felt like doing something unique.

* Blondie5 *