Post by ROMY KENNA STERN on Jun 2, 2009 19:51:02 GMT -5
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ROMY KENNA STERN
”Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserve and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.”
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ROMY KENNA STERN
”Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserve and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.”
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
“ER, HELLO THERE. I AM ROMY KENNA STERN BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME ROMY or ROME. 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 NOVEMBER 18th. I BRANDISH A NINE INCH WILLOW WITH VEELA HAIR WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF RAVENCLAW, FIFTH YEAR, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH HALF BLOOD, NOT THAT IT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?”[/size]
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
”I don’t follow trends and I’m not your average, typical Ravenclaw. I don’t spend every waking hour studying so that when I leave school I can have a seven-figure salary in a career I only pursued because I could. I’m smarter than that, smarter than people give me credit for, and I don’t mean just my grades and general knowledge. I know that I can be whatever I want to be as long as I set my mind to it. I just haven’t yet figured out what it is that I want to be. For now, I just try my best to enjoy it while I can.[/size]
“I do that in different ways, depending on my mood. I read, as most Ravenclaws do, and I read for fun. Usually romance novels I can fall in love with or stories about far off countries I can lose myself to. I like to draw, too. I’m not the best at it, but it keeps my fingers busy when I have nothing else to do. I can draw people and faces pretty well, but nine times out of ten my pumpkin will look like a football. I guess I just have to have some sort of passion for what I draw - or who I draw - for it to be any good. That makes sense, right?
“What else… Uhm… You could say that I’m not into sweets and things. I have a mild enough case of diabetes, so while the very, very occasional stolen piece of chocolate wont kill me (it might give me a headache, though) a Devil’s Food Cake would put me in a coma. That, by the way, isn’t a challenge.
“When I’m not avoiding sugar or have my face in a book, there are a few other things that I keep myself entertained with. I have a lot of energy most days so I tend to burn some of it off by playing around with friends on the Quidditch pitch or seeing how far around the lake I can run before I have to stop. I like to keep myself moving, but that being said its not a ritual. I have been known to go for days, even weeks, without doing anything more strenuous than pouring myself a cup of tea. Most of my activity tends to happen during the summer, outside of school in the warmer weather when I have little else to do.
“During the winter though, I turn into something more closely resembling a house cat, lazing about in front of the fire with a blanket, or like I’m just about to go into hibernation for the winter. What can I say, I’m a girl of leisure as much as activity, with a decent dose of creativity to keep me entertained.”
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
”I‘ve read stories about that thing. The idea sort of scares me, because I don‘t really know what I‘d see. I could take a guess though. Lets see…[/size]
“Whatever it would be, I’d have a smile on my face. That’s all I can ask for - all anyone can ask for - to be happy in whatever comes our way. If I could pick something though, I’d have to give in to romantic fantasies I’ve only read about in my books. Then again, I doubt anything can be that perfect, can it? If I could have that perfect ‘prince charming’ type - or even if I couldn’t - I’d love to travel, too. I’ve always wanted to go to somewhere exotic like India or Thailand and really experience a different life, even just for a little while. That’s far in the future though, and I don’t think you can fit a whole country into the Mirror of Erised!
“There is something else, though not many people know about it. If I could have anything, anything at all, I’d have my family back, whole and complete, not broken and flawed as it is now…”
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
”Sweets![/size]
“Ok, not really…
“There are a few things that scare me, like failing so badly in life that I end up disappointing my dad. He doesn‘t need any more disappointment and heartache, and I‘m not sure I could do with much more of it either. Losing any of my friends would break my heart, and there‘s a constant fear that I‘ll always be slightly more alone than everyone else because no one seems to really be able to relate to me, deep down. I‘m also deathly terrified that some day I‘ll lose my dad, too, and I‘m not sure I could come back from that.”
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
“Oh, I have plenty! I’ll share some with you if you’d like![/size]
“No? … that wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be, huh?
“Alright then. Like I said before, I’m smart, and not just book-smart. I’ve seen a lot of things that most people my age wouldn’t be able to deal with, and its made me a better, stronger person than I probably would have been. I make a pretty good friend, too. I don’t have many really close friends, but the few I do have I keep close to my heart and would do anything more. That makes me pretty damn loyal, if you ask me.
“If I love something and stick with it long enough I can be pretty go at just about anything. Maybe someday I’ll even have a go at playing Quidditch for Ravenclaw. Maybe. I need to work on my confidence a bit, and my strength a bit more than that.
“Oh, and I’ve been told I smile a lot, which is a good thing. I can cheer people up even when I’m feeling a bit down myself, and I’ve always got a smile on my face of a laugh in my voice. I’ve learned that life’s too short to stay angry or sad all the time.”
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
“What’s that meant to mean? Uh, alright, ok… So I have my moments, but I’m entitled to them. Though most days I’m chipper and upbeat, on the rare occasion that I’m down or sad I’m very, very good at it. I’d probably be verging on the manic depressive side of things if it happened more regularly than it does, but luckily it doesn’t. Not many people get to see that side of me either, because I keep myself well hidden when I’m like that. I don’t like letting people see me like that.”[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
“We’re not talking about light switches here, are we? No, I didn’t think so. Well, not that its any of your business…[/size]
“I’m an easy enough girl to please when it comes to the opposite sex. I love being held, having my hair played with, my forehead kissed… that kind of thing… and when someone cares enough to really discover my weak spots in that respect, well, I’ll let you know. As for physical appearance, I’m not too fussed. Tall, dark and handsome might be most girls’ dreams but to me they’d just be a bonus. I tend to notice the eyes first, and then his arms if they’re strong and make me feel safe when I’m wrapped in them, and a nice bottom is always good. Oh, can I say that? Is that too much information?”
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
“Of course I love my family. What kind of question is that?[/size]
“Sorry… its just… I try not to talk about it too much.
“Not that long ago, when I was in first year actually, my mum and my baby brother, Malcom, were in a car crash in London. They both died, so now its just me and my dad. That’s all there is to tell. One stupid, pointless trip into the city to get me a dress for my birthday, and it went terribly wrong. Dad was meant to be with them but he had to work… I’ve still got Malcom’s baby blanket in my… never mind… My dad is brilliant. The best in the world. He can be a bit hard on me sometimes but I know its because he loves me. I hate leaving him every September.”
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
“Oxford, just outside London. Dad wants to move though and I reckon this time next year we’ll be living somewhere closer, up here. Maybe even Hogsmeade. Who knows.”[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
“Being called into the headmaster’s office and seeing the look on Dumbledore’s face as he had me sit down and said ‘I have something terrible to tell you, something that no child should ever have to hear…’ It was the worst moment of my life and I don’t think it will ever be beaten. Having to be told that your mother and brother were in an accident, let alone killed… I can still remember the shock, the screaming I did, the burning of my tears on my cheeks… I still dream about it.”[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
“That’s a difficult one. I know that when Malcom was born it was one of the best days I can remember. I was only ten years old when he arrived, but I can still remember it clearly. It was brilliant. But remembering it now is hard to do, hard to keep it as a happy and good memory. I guess I’m still waiting for a truly happy memory that I can cling to again.”[/size]
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HI, I AM KITT AND I AM 23 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FOUR 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 KITT AND I AM 23 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FOUR 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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The fact that she had hugged him once was still warm in his mind, his senses seemed to cling to the memory without his doing. The idea then that she suggested she do it again had an ill guarded grin sweeping across his face. Hugs, or contact of any kind, were few and far between when it came to Remus Lupin. Not for lack of try however, but because he rarely let things like that happen. In a strange way it was like the boy had built a comfort zone, and too much affection or emotion put stress on it.
His reasoning was simple; if he didn’t let people get close to him, no one would get hurt. It was a real and constant fear he had dealt with since the very first day at Hogwarts when people his own age, all smiles and laugh, would greet him and strike up conversation. His parents had spent the first few years of his lycanthropy either trying to find a cure for the curse, or keeping him away from people he might have been a danger to. So it was no wonder that he had a difficult time in letting people get close. Especially girls.
When they did though, the contrast was amazing. What few close friends Remus had he held close to his heart, and while the fact that he’d only ever had one girlfriend in the past had most of his friends rolling their eyes, he felt it was quite an achievement. He’d still be with her too, if he had his own way… but she just got too close. She was so very near to finding out his secret that he had to call it off. It killed him… it killed both of them, but there was little else he could do. He had to stop her from getting any closer, and so he did. He couldn’t let anyone else know his secret; the Marauders were enough.
So maybe it was partly from an inner voice telling him not to let her get close that he didn’t reach out to hug her again, despite how desperately he wanted to. Instead he smiled, laughed lightly, and let his shoulders fall back into the dense stuffing of the couch. He was still nervous. Just sitting this close to the girl had him picking at his fingernails for a distraction. It was then that she spoke three words that had his smile fading. It’s getting late. He knew it too, without her telling him so, but Remus could have stayed awake the entire night after that momentary, innocent contact. He knew better though, and knew that if both of them didn’t get some ounce of sleep they’d both end up in some sort of bother the morning after. If not sleeping in then falling asleep in class was the least of his worries.
And, it was an excuse to move.
“Yeah… and I’m… really tired, so I can only imagine how tired you must be too.” Wow. That didn’t sound nearly as lame in his head as it did spoken. Merlin, how more pathetic could this be? He didn’t want t leave… well, not really anyway, but it was a reason to lose the nerves that clung to him like a wet blanket. Lifting his eyes to hers again, he offered a convincing smile.
“I’m going to go… see if I can get to sleep with James’ goliath snoring. You should too. I know that that Georgia Taite can be a headache on the best of mornings.”
He paused, waiting and wanting for something else to come to him, some clever remark that would kill the urge to hug her again. Just to say goodnight wasn’t enough of an excuse to attack the poor girl again, and some part of him told him that while she probably wouldn’t mind either, it was a bad idea. With a sigh he reluctantly pushed himself up off the couch, the light leaving his eyes easily as he turned and smiled down at the slightly nervous expression on Reb’s face. He’d kick himself for that too; for making the poor girl nervous when really she shouldn’t be.
“Good night,” he said softly, barely above a whisper, and he made his way across the room towards the door to the dorms. On hand sank deep into his pocket as he walked away from the warmth of the fire, a churning in the bit of his stomach forcing his mind to rage. What was he doing? His free hand went to rub his forehead as he closed his eyes tight. He was being an idiot, that’s what he was doing. And a really big one at that. Rolling his eyes as he reached the door, he stopped and half turned to look back towards the girl now alone on the couch. It was his own pathetic nerves that didn’t have him sitting right next to her still. When in the world did nerves start telling him what to do? Hovering by the door, he realised that she’d at least notice the complete lack of sound of the heavy wooden door opening and closing again, and in a second she was going to be turning around to see what he was doing. Then what? He’d grin at her and leave? Idiot
There was little hesitation as, as per usual, his nerves were crushed under a thundering stampede of stubborn and forced confidence; something he blamed solely on the Marauders’ influence. Strolling back towards the couch, Remus seemed to walk an inch higher than before, before he crouched down by the arm that Reb was sitting at. There was a new brilliance in his eyes at the boldness those fickle nerves had created inside him, and for a brief second he narrowed his eyes at the perplexed looking girl, before fighting the urge to beam up at her.
“Reb… has anyone asked you to the ball yet?” There wasn’t a trace of doubt or unease in his voice, despite what picked away in his mind, and tried valiantly to read her reaction before she answered.
“I mean… if no one has, do you want to go with me?”
His reasoning was simple; if he didn’t let people get close to him, no one would get hurt. It was a real and constant fear he had dealt with since the very first day at Hogwarts when people his own age, all smiles and laugh, would greet him and strike up conversation. His parents had spent the first few years of his lycanthropy either trying to find a cure for the curse, or keeping him away from people he might have been a danger to. So it was no wonder that he had a difficult time in letting people get close. Especially girls.
When they did though, the contrast was amazing. What few close friends Remus had he held close to his heart, and while the fact that he’d only ever had one girlfriend in the past had most of his friends rolling their eyes, he felt it was quite an achievement. He’d still be with her too, if he had his own way… but she just got too close. She was so very near to finding out his secret that he had to call it off. It killed him… it killed both of them, but there was little else he could do. He had to stop her from getting any closer, and so he did. He couldn’t let anyone else know his secret; the Marauders were enough.
So maybe it was partly from an inner voice telling him not to let her get close that he didn’t reach out to hug her again, despite how desperately he wanted to. Instead he smiled, laughed lightly, and let his shoulders fall back into the dense stuffing of the couch. He was still nervous. Just sitting this close to the girl had him picking at his fingernails for a distraction. It was then that she spoke three words that had his smile fading. It’s getting late. He knew it too, without her telling him so, but Remus could have stayed awake the entire night after that momentary, innocent contact. He knew better though, and knew that if both of them didn’t get some ounce of sleep they’d both end up in some sort of bother the morning after. If not sleeping in then falling asleep in class was the least of his worries.
And, it was an excuse to move.
“Yeah… and I’m… really tired, so I can only imagine how tired you must be too.” Wow. That didn’t sound nearly as lame in his head as it did spoken. Merlin, how more pathetic could this be? He didn’t want t leave… well, not really anyway, but it was a reason to lose the nerves that clung to him like a wet blanket. Lifting his eyes to hers again, he offered a convincing smile.
“I’m going to go… see if I can get to sleep with James’ goliath snoring. You should too. I know that that Georgia Taite can be a headache on the best of mornings.”
He paused, waiting and wanting for something else to come to him, some clever remark that would kill the urge to hug her again. Just to say goodnight wasn’t enough of an excuse to attack the poor girl again, and some part of him told him that while she probably wouldn’t mind either, it was a bad idea. With a sigh he reluctantly pushed himself up off the couch, the light leaving his eyes easily as he turned and smiled down at the slightly nervous expression on Reb’s face. He’d kick himself for that too; for making the poor girl nervous when really she shouldn’t be.
“Good night,” he said softly, barely above a whisper, and he made his way across the room towards the door to the dorms. On hand sank deep into his pocket as he walked away from the warmth of the fire, a churning in the bit of his stomach forcing his mind to rage. What was he doing? His free hand went to rub his forehead as he closed his eyes tight. He was being an idiot, that’s what he was doing. And a really big one at that. Rolling his eyes as he reached the door, he stopped and half turned to look back towards the girl now alone on the couch. It was his own pathetic nerves that didn’t have him sitting right next to her still. When in the world did nerves start telling him what to do? Hovering by the door, he realised that she’d at least notice the complete lack of sound of the heavy wooden door opening and closing again, and in a second she was going to be turning around to see what he was doing. Then what? He’d grin at her and leave? Idiot
There was little hesitation as, as per usual, his nerves were crushed under a thundering stampede of stubborn and forced confidence; something he blamed solely on the Marauders’ influence. Strolling back towards the couch, Remus seemed to walk an inch higher than before, before he crouched down by the arm that Reb was sitting at. There was a new brilliance in his eyes at the boldness those fickle nerves had created inside him, and for a brief second he narrowed his eyes at the perplexed looking girl, before fighting the urge to beam up at her.
“Reb… has anyone asked you to the ball yet?” There wasn’t a trace of doubt or unease in his voice, despite what picked away in his mind, and tried valiantly to read her reaction before she answered.
“I mean… if no one has, do you want to go with me?”
