Post by MABRY FAYE SPARROW on Jun 8, 2009 7:13:48 GMT -5
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MABRY FAYE SPARROW
”Innocence is only skin deep.”
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MABRY FAYE SPARROW
”Innocence is only skin deep.”
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
“ER, HELLO THERE. I AM MABRY FAYE SPARROW BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME MAYBRY or BREE. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR SIXTEEN YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON JULY 17th. I BRANDISH A OAK AND VEELA HAIR WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF SLYTHERIN, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH PURE, NOT THAT IT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?”[/size]
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
”Why does it matter? Don‘t you have a hat to do all this stuff for you? I really don‘t see the point discussing the things I care about with people I don‘t. Its just nosiness. You don‘t need to know any of this stuff. So, can I go now? What? This is stupid! You can‘t MAKE me stay here![/size]
“Oh… Ugh. FINE! The most important thing to me, la de dah…
“Alright. I like getting my own way. How‘s that? I like it when people do what I tell them to do, or take my advice and things go exactly to plan. I like having people look up to me and when they think I have something over them, that I can help them or whatever. I like feeling more important than I really am…
“I don‘t like feeling insecure and uncomfortable. Life‘s too short and important for me to spend it worrying about other people, what they might do or think. I just try not to care if I can. Its easier said than done but once you perfect how to ignore other people and treat them as they deserve - however that might be - things get easier. People respect you more if you don’t take any shit from them.
“What, you want more? Oh, hobbies… uh… I like swimming, I guess. I like dancing too, but no one really cares about that one here. I only really get to dance when I’m home. I like animals too. Sometimes I think they’re easier to understand and deal with than people. There are no lies, no false pretences with them. What you see is what you get. People treat animals differently too. So many people are more willing to tell their cat - any cat, even - what’s wrong or what’s bothering them.
“I do like a good malt whiskey, and sex, too… what, you don’t want to hear about the illegal stuff? Alright fine. Next question?”
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
“If I ever did, I’d see me ten years from now with a good job, a decent husband, a nice house… I know, its cliché, but until I actually see the mirror I really don’t know what I’d see in it. And I’m not about to get deep and meaningful with you when you’re not qualified to be my psychiatrist.[/size]
“Alright, I‘ll give you this… As long as I live ‘til I‘m fifty and die before I can‘t take care of myself, I‘ll be happy.”
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
“Dogs. I can’t stand the horrible beasts. See, while I was a… when I was small… I was chased by one and got attacked. See this scar on my right shoulder? It might not look that bad now but six months ago you wouldn’t say that. Yeah, that was when someone’s precious little Rover had me on the ground. It really hurt! Well, anyway, since then I’ve avoided dogs completely - they just don’t seem to like me all that much.”[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
“Maybe I do. Just, not everyone gets to see them. It takes a LOT to get into my good books, but once you’re there I’m the best friend and companion you’ll ever need. Anyone close to me knows I’ve always got their backs, I’ll always stick by their side, no matter what. I’m pretty mean with some Transfiguration spells so most people know not to mess with me. Or if they don’t know, they learn pretty fast.[/size]
“Once I put my mind to something nothing will stop me until I’m finished or I get to where I want to. I’m more determined than most Ravenclaws I know, but I’m not one for putting that drive towards study or lessons. I’ll always want to be the best I can be but I know that not everything revolves around how much general knowledge you possess. Experience and reputation are just as important in my book, and I work my ass off to earn and preserve both.”
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
“I have a pet peeve, and that’s when people don’t pronounce my name properly. It’s not ‘mab-rye’. It’s not ‘may-brye’. It’s ‘may-bree‘. Got that? Good. See, its things like that that annoy me, and when I’m annoyed I’m not a very nice person. I have a really vicious temper at the best of times but if I’m pissed off you can put money on the fact that people are gonna get hurt, or at least I’ll leave them were every time they see me after that they just run away, Or cry.[/size]
“What? It’s happened before! Well, sort of, but he only stopped crying because he grew bigger than me. Huh? No, I wont tell you who he is! He’s bigger than me!!!
“I guess I have a fair few bad habits too. I tap my foot when I get impatient of anxious - not that that happens much - and I run my fingers through my hair. A lot. Its not that I’m all princess-y about my hair or anything, its just that its there, and always has been, and its like a comfort-thing. Y’know?”
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
“Hmm. I should have a list for this answer. If a guy’s tall it’s a huge bonus. If he’s good in bed, it’s a given. I like a nice ass, too. You know, something you can grab hold of and give a good squeeze. Hah. Ok, I can tell you’re getting uncomfortable with that. Well, it’s a huge turn on for me if he can stick up for himself, if he doesn’t back down when I get rowdy… someone that’s not afraid to put me in my place. Not that I’ll go quietly, but its nice to not have to be the dominant. Hell, a girl could turn me on if she’s got a pretty face and can stand her ground against me.[/size]
“I’m not telling you if that’s happened before. Mind your own damn business! Perv.”
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
“I suppose. They’re my family, right? I have to love them. My older sister is the favourite though. You know, the one with the brains and the ambition and the manners and the good boyfriend, the gem of the family. She’s going to be a dentist. My parents love her, they dote on her, the spoiled bitch. I reckon they forget they have two daughters. Hell, if I had me I’d want to pretend I didn’t exist too. I’m the devil child. The one no one wants to talk about. The hopeless case. Well, its not my fault. If they didn’t want me to turn out this way they should have done the same for me as they did for Jen.”[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
“Glasgow. Not too far from here. I know my accent isn’t all that strong. I’ve worked damn hard to get rid of it as fast as I could when I came to Hogwarts. Who wants to be sounding like a hyperactive troll with a touch of tourettes? Eh, the place is nice enough though, I suppose.”[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
“When I was nine I found out my sister was adopted, and that I was a mistake. My parents thought they couldn’t have children of their own so they adopted her. Blonde, blue eyed, bubbly, such a sweet child. They were even going to go Muggle-side for her, hide their Wizarding blood from her and live life boring Muggles. Then I came along. I was a mistake. They knew that since I was Pureblood - just like the both of them - I’d most likely be a witch. Well, they were right. They hated the fact that because of a mistake they couldn’t live the lives they had planned with their precious Jennifer. Once I found that out - once I realised that my life had been a lie, a mistake - I vowed to try my best to get the truth out of people any way I could. I never wanted to be kept in the dark about anything ever again.”[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
“That one’s easy. That’d be the first time I ever… wait… I’m not telling you that! Piss off!”[/size]
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HI, I AM KITT AND I AM TOO MANY YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR TOO LONG 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 TOO MANY YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR TOO LONG 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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It was bizarre having his eyes glued on her. She couldn’t decide whether to hold his gaze or avoid it, so while he answered her and the awkward air between them stiffened, she alternated between them both. She went from staring straight into the rather pretty eyes that watched her, to looking at anything else in the room that she could pretend to be interested in - Madam Malkin, the window to the street outside, the fluttering tape measure - yet, no matter what else she looked at it only lasted a few seconds before she found herself drawn to his face again. And she feared the constant blush was going to severely damage her complexion.
The smile Remus wore before had slid from his face and she found herself missing it more than was really necessary, but once he started to blush too she felt her breath catch and realised she’d have to decide later which she thought was more attractive; the huge grin or the bashful blush. She was so lost in wondering why she hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before, that his asking of whether she had gotten taller too slid past unanswered. She tried her best to shake her head in a belated response but she was sure it was too late. Besides, once he stood next to her he’d see that she hadn’t grown an inch.
Oh, and to stand next to him was such a good idea right then. She shifted in her chair, sitting up straight as she reminded herself that being weird and ‘quirky’ was probably not the best idea right at that moment, and getting up to measure her height next to his definitely counted as weird and/or quirky. She nodded instead, acknowledging on time his talk of outgrowing his robes. She could say that she had outgrown hers too, but she didn’t fancy the idea of explaining or pointing out how she had grown without growing taller. She appreciated his attempts at small talk though, and the more he talked the more relaxed she seemed to become. There had to be something about his voice that calmed something inside her, something that ordinarily made her blush to her boots, because even though she could hear his words cracking and lifting in tone slightly the longer she let him ramble, she could feel the pinkness leaching from her nose. Her cheeks, no doubt, would stay pink for a while after her nose turned pale again, but the degree of blush was definitely fading.
She had to clear her throat before she could answer him, because what she suspected was the makings of a squeak had been pressing against her voice box since she sat down, and she didn’t want to squeak at him if she could help it. “Uh,” she tested her voice and was pleased to find that it was its usual, girly-but-smooth self.
“I’m glad to get back to friends, but not so much classes. Definitely not looking forward to exams this year.” She was impressed with her own capacity for small talk. It calmed her even more, now that she had something else to concentrate on other than her awkwardness in her own skin. She looked at him now with a new (mild) confidence, and she was able to smile without the nerves. Hell, she was even proud of herself for not messing things up so terribly so far that Remus ran out the door, sewing pins intact. Her smile turned to a grin when he looked at her for some unknown reason, but she was relaxing at a swift rate (for however long it lasted) and she was glad her face didn’t feel as warm any more.
“Nearly done, Master Lupin,” Madam Malkin interrupted, throwing Romy a smile as she continued. “I just have to stitch him up, then its your turn, Ms. Stern.” Romy smiled and nodded to the middle aged woman who never seemed to get irritated or annoyed with the constant moving and shifting of some of her more animated customers, which Romy appreciated. But Romy didn’t pay that much attention to the woman for long, and didn’t even spend the time to correct her when she called her Ms. Stern. Her attention was back on Remus. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Madam Malkin pulling out her wand and pointing it dangerously at Remus, and the lengths of cloth that hung on him.
“There were some things I really missed over the summer though,“ she added, a hint of charm making its way into her voice. Wherever the hell it came from. “How about you? You glad to be back? Did you have a good summer?”
The smile Remus wore before had slid from his face and she found herself missing it more than was really necessary, but once he started to blush too she felt her breath catch and realised she’d have to decide later which she thought was more attractive; the huge grin or the bashful blush. She was so lost in wondering why she hadn’t noticed how handsome he was before, that his asking of whether she had gotten taller too slid past unanswered. She tried her best to shake her head in a belated response but she was sure it was too late. Besides, once he stood next to her he’d see that she hadn’t grown an inch.
Oh, and to stand next to him was such a good idea right then. She shifted in her chair, sitting up straight as she reminded herself that being weird and ‘quirky’ was probably not the best idea right at that moment, and getting up to measure her height next to his definitely counted as weird and/or quirky. She nodded instead, acknowledging on time his talk of outgrowing his robes. She could say that she had outgrown hers too, but she didn’t fancy the idea of explaining or pointing out how she had grown without growing taller. She appreciated his attempts at small talk though, and the more he talked the more relaxed she seemed to become. There had to be something about his voice that calmed something inside her, something that ordinarily made her blush to her boots, because even though she could hear his words cracking and lifting in tone slightly the longer she let him ramble, she could feel the pinkness leaching from her nose. Her cheeks, no doubt, would stay pink for a while after her nose turned pale again, but the degree of blush was definitely fading.
She had to clear her throat before she could answer him, because what she suspected was the makings of a squeak had been pressing against her voice box since she sat down, and she didn’t want to squeak at him if she could help it. “Uh,” she tested her voice and was pleased to find that it was its usual, girly-but-smooth self.
“I’m glad to get back to friends, but not so much classes. Definitely not looking forward to exams this year.” She was impressed with her own capacity for small talk. It calmed her even more, now that she had something else to concentrate on other than her awkwardness in her own skin. She looked at him now with a new (mild) confidence, and she was able to smile without the nerves. Hell, she was even proud of herself for not messing things up so terribly so far that Remus ran out the door, sewing pins intact. Her smile turned to a grin when he looked at her for some unknown reason, but she was relaxing at a swift rate (for however long it lasted) and she was glad her face didn’t feel as warm any more.
“Nearly done, Master Lupin,” Madam Malkin interrupted, throwing Romy a smile as she continued. “I just have to stitch him up, then its your turn, Ms. Stern.” Romy smiled and nodded to the middle aged woman who never seemed to get irritated or annoyed with the constant moving and shifting of some of her more animated customers, which Romy appreciated. But Romy didn’t pay that much attention to the woman for long, and didn’t even spend the time to correct her when she called her Ms. Stern. Her attention was back on Remus. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Madam Malkin pulling out her wand and pointing it dangerously at Remus, and the lengths of cloth that hung on him.
“There were some things I really missed over the summer though,“ she added, a hint of charm making its way into her voice. Wherever the hell it came from. “How about you? You glad to be back? Did you have a good summer?”
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