Post by CAELIE NAOMI MEADOWS on Jun 15, 2009 17:46:34 GMT -5
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CAELI NAOMI MEADOWS
"I‘M NOT SO NAÏVE, MY SORRY EYES CAN SEE."
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CAELI NAOMI MEADOWS
"I‘M NOT SO NAÏVE, MY SORRY EYES CAN SEE."
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
"ER, HELLO THERE. I AM CAELIE NAOMI MEADOWS BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME CAY OR CAELIE. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR FIFTEEN YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON JUNE SEVENTH. I BRANDISH A CHERRY, 11 ¾”, UNICORN HAIR WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF RAVENCLAW, FIFTH YEAR, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH HALF WIZARD, HALF MUGGLE BLOOD, NOT THAT IT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?"[/size]
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
"Well, I‘m really into Quidditch. I mean, sometimes I‘m more into the Quittich players, heh. Then again, aren‘t we all at some point or another? Anyway, I‘m into books and parties and swimming. I like to get dressed up and do my hair. I like flowers and birds. I‘m also really into physical things. Anything hands on makes me pretty happy. I like to hang out with the guys and gossip with the girls. Oh god I can‘t get enough gossip! I don‘t share any or do the gossiping, I just like to hear things and be “in the loop“ or whatever. I hate not knowing things. I hate people who‘re overly nosey, though. You know? I mean, I need to know stuff but I don‘t push it if I‘m getting the ‘don‘t push it‘ signals. I can‘t stand people who push it. I don‘t like snide bitches with nothing nice to say. I hate anyone who‘s a blind follower. I don‘t like licorice and I LOVE anything flavored like strawberries. Chocolate‘s good too. "[/size]
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
"If I did…I wonder what I would see. Well, I guess I‘d be standing there as a grown woman, beautiful and successful. Oh, I‘d be in uniform! Quidditch, of course, the Wimbourne Wasps! With a man by my side. A man with black hair and dreamy eyes and…I mean…I don’t know who he is but he’s handsome. "[/size]
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
"Well, I‘m afraid of being squashed by something heavy. I‘m not a huge fan of enclosed spaces. Not claustrophobic but I do get unreasonably upset. Oh don‘t even get me started on rats, I‘m a pretty touch girl but something about those nasty little beady eyes. Ugh, they give me a serious case of the willies. And then there‘s being weak. I have being seen as weak or small in any way. That’s probably why I’m so afraid of rejection, too. Like it would mean I’m not good enough somehow. My biggest fear, though? That would have to be being alone. I mean, truly alone. I‘ve always at least had Dorca, you know? When you‘re a twin you always have someone. If everyone left me… I don‘t know what I‘d do, really."[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
"Damn straight. I‘m a strong girl in both senses. I‘m a talented flyer, a strong swimmer, a fast runner, you name it. I‘m book smart too. I get great grades, probably because I need to know things. I‘ll research the hell out of something if I don‘t get it, so I‘ve gotten good at finding what I need. I‘m pretty good with animals too."[/size]
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
"Yeah, well, don‘t we all? For me it‘s probably this weird habit I have of being kinda distant and unavailable the more I want to be close to someone? It‘s stupid because of how I feel about being alone, I know. I‘m not really very good with potions for some reason. They tend to explode on me…."[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
"Oh, I‘m a sucker for a pretty boy. Like I said, Quidditch players. I can‘t help it. Athletes are so strong but they‘re not overly muscley. Lithe. I guess I like lithe. I‘m kind of into bad boys too. Nothing serious like criminal activity but the ones who live by their own rules. It know it‘s wrong and kinda clichéd but it‘s exciting. I like life to be exciting. Mostly, though? Eyes. I am a huge sucker for some pretty eyes."[/size]
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
"I do, absolutely. My mom is kind, my father‘s supportive and my sister is my closest friend. There’s nothing really complicated about our relationships. It‘s a wonderful life."[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
"Born and raised in London, but these days the family lives in Cheltenham, Gloucestershire because of dad’s job.[/size]
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THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
"When we were little, living in London, Dorcas and I were messing around on the roof. We had those little toy brooms that hover a few feet. We thought if we played with them on the roof it would be more like we were really flying. Anyway one thing lead to another…I mean…We were kids…The point? She fell. From the roof! It was all my fault and I was so sure she was going to die. I cried and screamed and climbed down as fast as I could. When I got down she was crying and holding her arm. She‘d only broken her wrists but I‘ve never been so afraid in my whole life. They fixed her up easy but I still feel guilty about it."[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
"My first day at Hogwarts. Everything was so wondrous and beautiful. It was more than she‘d imagined. I remember sitting in that boat, gawking at the castle in absolute silence."[/size]
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HI, I AM CAITLIN AND I AM TWENTY YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR MORE THAN TEN YEARS AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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HI, I AM CAITLIN AND I AM TWENTY YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR MORE THAN TEN YEARS AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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Rain relentlessly pelted the glass windows and stone walls of the Hogwarts Castle. Distant thunder boomed among the dreary gray clouds that crowded the sky like too many soaked sponges shoved into a small container. It was already too dark out to tell what tie of day it might have been. (By chance it was nearly night. Just an hour after dinner)
Inside the Library, nestled into a big comfy chair, Reika Nomura made pouting, frustrated faces at the textbook in her arms. On the table before her a number of rolls of parchment lay sprawled out with her notes written on them. A few pieces of parchment had been balled and crumpled up and put off to the side and one parchment had writing on it that had been scratched out repeatedly. One paper had a doodle of Reika setting fire to her textbook.
She hated History of Magic. She hated it a lot and the difficulty level of this homework was NOT helping. Of course, she wouldn't even be taking the course had her mother not insisted ad nausium about how she had to learn these things. Of course, she also had gone on a rant tangent about how it was all one-sided history and how they'd thusfar said nothing of the The Kyoto Incident of 1684.
Regardless, Reika hated the class and didn't give a boggart's bullocks about Wizarding Britan during the War of the Roses and War of the Dragons. Also, War of the Roses? What poufter thought up that ridiculous name for a war? Reika hoped he died something agonizing or at least by something suitably silly. Like....choked on some escargot or something.
But most of all, Reika hated that it had been raining all day. She'd been stuck indoors for twenty four hours, fully grounded and it made her just a tad miserable. She couldn't wait for tomorrow, it was the weekend tomorrow and she'd have the day off. She prayed that it would be sunny, too, with good flying conditions. She let her mind wander off on that tangent for a while to ease her annoyance at her lack of interest in the damnable homework.
Inside the Library, nestled into a big comfy chair, Reika Nomura made pouting, frustrated faces at the textbook in her arms. On the table before her a number of rolls of parchment lay sprawled out with her notes written on them. A few pieces of parchment had been balled and crumpled up and put off to the side and one parchment had writing on it that had been scratched out repeatedly. One paper had a doodle of Reika setting fire to her textbook.
She hated History of Magic. She hated it a lot and the difficulty level of this homework was NOT helping. Of course, she wouldn't even be taking the course had her mother not insisted ad nausium about how she had to learn these things. Of course, she also had gone on a rant tangent about how it was all one-sided history and how they'd thusfar said nothing of the The Kyoto Incident of 1684.
Regardless, Reika hated the class and didn't give a boggart's bullocks about Wizarding Britan during the War of the Roses and War of the Dragons. Also, War of the Roses? What poufter thought up that ridiculous name for a war? Reika hoped he died something agonizing or at least by something suitably silly. Like....choked on some escargot or something.
But most of all, Reika hated that it had been raining all day. She'd been stuck indoors for twenty four hours, fully grounded and it made her just a tad miserable. She couldn't wait for tomorrow, it was the weekend tomorrow and she'd have the day off. She prayed that it would be sunny, too, with good flying conditions. She let her mind wander off on that tangent for a while to ease her annoyance at her lack of interest in the damnable homework.
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