Post by georgemiller on Aug 8, 2009 18:13:52 GMT -5
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GEORGE ANTHONY MILLER
"Those who can not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
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[/IMG]GEORGE ANTHONY MILLER
"Those who can not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
"ER, HELLO THERE. I AM GEORGE ANTHONY MILLER BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME GEORGE or PROFESSOR, depending on who you are. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR 44 YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON JUNE 6TH, 1931. I BRANDISH A OAK WOOD, 13”, DRAGON HEART STRING WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I WAS IN THE HOUSE OF RAVENCLAW, 1948 , 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 ?
"Basically I’m a pretty simple person. I love my wife and daughter. They’re the most important people in my life and I would do anything for them. I also love learning new things and teaching others what I learn. History is also something I enjoy, it always has been, since I was younger. Of course, there are other things like sweets, music, and books. In my spare time you will probably find me reading or listening to some music in my office. So…that’s pretty much it. Like I said, I’m pretty simple and laid back."[/size]
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
"I believe I’ve accomplished quite a bit in life. I’m happy with who I am and what I’ve become. I was an auror for many years at the Ministry, I got married, had a baby, and now I’m enjoying a slower life at Hogwarts. I don’t think there’s much more I could possibly ask for. I really have achieved everything that a person could possibly want to achieve."[/size]
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
"Well, its hard for me to admit my fears but everyone has them, right? The one I worry about most is losing my family. I really don’t think I could possibly live without them. I’m afraid of being alone. Even though I do like being by myself…I really don’t think I would do well alone. The dark is something else I don’t really like. I guess that fear stemmed from my childhood. There was a basement in my house and I hated to go down there – it was full of spiders and creepy crawly things, and it was dark. Since then, I’ve always had a dislike of dark places. Overall though, I think the worst fear I have is losing the people I love. At the moment that would include my wife and daughter."[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
"Well, since I am an ex-auror I do know quite a bit about defense against the dark arts. I don’t really enjoy fighting or using defensive spells, but sometimes it has to be done. I’m a history buff, and anyone that challenges me in that muggle game of Trivial Pursuit would have a difficult time winning. I guess I’m generally a nice person, and easy to make friends with. I’m a good listener and enjoy helping other people with their troubles."[/size]
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
"Well that’s an obvious one. No one’s perfect, right? I don’t really like speaking in front of people. It doesn’t really effect my teaching (I hope not anyways), so I’m not really worried about that. I just don’t like it, it’s not my strong point, never has been. I’m also a bit nerdy. I wear out of style clothing and some people look at me with strange expressions. I’m also very shy and it's difficult for me to make new friends. I have to force myself out of my comfort zone, and to do that, I have to talk myself into it. So for me, making friends isn’t really all that easy. Another thing is that I get offended easily. I don’t know what that is, but I just do. I never fight physically, because I know most people would be able to knock me on the floor. If I do confront someone, it’s usually with words. So yeah…I guess no one’s perfect."[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
"I don’t’ judge by outer appearance like most men do. I’d rather get to know someone by his or her personality, rather than by his or her abilities to attract me. Don’t get me wrong though, I do enjoy an attractive woman – it’s just that it’s not my focus. My wife is the perfect match for me because my weaknesses are her strengths. We’ve always been very close; our relationship is based off a very deep friendship rather than passion, even though that definitely exists in our relationship."[/size]
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
"Of course I do. I don’t think I have any complaints. My wife and daughter are the joy of my life, and my parents have always supported me in whatever I do. My in-laws are pretty cool too…they stay out of my hair anyway, and that’s all I ask for. I’m an only child, but sometimes I wish I did have other siblings. I don’t know, it’s always felt like I missed out on something in my childhood."[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
"I was raised in London, England. My parents still live in the home I was brought up in, and so going back there brings back a lot of good memories. My parents weren’t rich, but we did live comfortably. I always had everything I needed, plus a few things I wanted."[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
"I guess when my grandmother died. I was really close to her, and it took me a while to get over it. She was my mother’s mother, and I spent a lot of summers over at her house when my parents traveled. I was there when she died, she had a heart attack and passed quickly, but the memory of that moment is still burned in my heart and mind."[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
"The day my daughter was born was perhaps the most wonderful day of my life. Of course, my wedding day would have to be up there with that, but…holding my baby girl for the first time made me fill all warm inside. Like I could do anything and everything my heart desired. It made me want to be a better person, just for her."[/size]
AND YOUR QUALIFICATIONS FOR BEING PART OF THE STAFF HERE AT HOGWARTS ?
"Well, I suppose wisdom would be my qualifications. I went to the magical university here in London, but I also worked at the Ministry as an auror for twenty-seven years. So I pretty much know a lot about defensive spells and the like. I'm applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."[/size]
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HI, I AM BETH AND I AM 18 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FOUR-FIVE 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 BETH AND I AM 18 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FOUR-FIVE 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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George had arrived at Hogwarts a few weeks before the term started just so that he could get everything organized the way he wanted it to be. It was strange being back at Hogwarts as a Professor, rather than a student. It was a completely different work environment than the Ministry, and he was struggling with the idea that he was a Professor instead of an auror. He didn’t regret his decision to change careers, but he did wonder if he should have just retired instead.
He was getting older, after all, and he enjoyed spending time with his wife and daughter. However, he still felt like he was too young to retire. He wanted to wait until he was older. He had never taught before, but he felt he was qualified for the position, especially with everything he knew from his work at the Ministry. Besides, if he weren’t qualified, he wouldn’t have been hired. He would just have to get his mind around the entire idea and he’d be fine. All it would take was a little time.
As the Headmaster gave his opening speech, George tried to pay attention. His eyes were roaming the room and he noticed a lot of the students weren’t paying the Headmaster any mind. Perhaps this speech was given before and their interest in it had diminished because of that? Shrugging to himself, George’s gaze fell back to the Headmaster. He could hear his stomach growling and hoped the Professors sitting near him couldn’t hear it.
The Professor on his right was obviously older and had probably been there for several years. She actually looked a little familiar to him, but he couldn’t really remember where he had seen or met the older woman. George sighed quietly and leaned back in his seat and wondered when the speech would end. It was very boring and not very enlightening at all … it was very similar to what he had heard when he was in school, if not the same. Finally, the Headmaster said it was time to eat, and George immediately sat up straighter in his chair.
When the food appeared on the plate in front of him, he reached for his fork and felt a sudden jab in the side. For a moment, he didn’t know where it had come from, but then realized that the Professor sitting next to him was left handed. George opened his mouth to say something but decided that it would be best to let it go; he wasn’t really hurt so there was no point in bringing it up. George went back to eating, his mind wandering off again to his own thoughts when they were suddenly interrupted by the jab in the side again. Sighing some, he tried to move his chair further away but there wasn’t any room.
The table was crowded with the other professors. It appeared he would have to say something to her; he just hoped she wouldn’t be offended. “Um…excuse me…would you mind keeping your elbow to yourself?” The statement had come out of his mouth sounding ruder than he had intended, but what was a person to do? The jabs in his side were uncomfortable, and they weren’t really helping his appetite.
He was getting older, after all, and he enjoyed spending time with his wife and daughter. However, he still felt like he was too young to retire. He wanted to wait until he was older. He had never taught before, but he felt he was qualified for the position, especially with everything he knew from his work at the Ministry. Besides, if he weren’t qualified, he wouldn’t have been hired. He would just have to get his mind around the entire idea and he’d be fine. All it would take was a little time.
As the Headmaster gave his opening speech, George tried to pay attention. His eyes were roaming the room and he noticed a lot of the students weren’t paying the Headmaster any mind. Perhaps this speech was given before and their interest in it had diminished because of that? Shrugging to himself, George’s gaze fell back to the Headmaster. He could hear his stomach growling and hoped the Professors sitting near him couldn’t hear it.
The Professor on his right was obviously older and had probably been there for several years. She actually looked a little familiar to him, but he couldn’t really remember where he had seen or met the older woman. George sighed quietly and leaned back in his seat and wondered when the speech would end. It was very boring and not very enlightening at all … it was very similar to what he had heard when he was in school, if not the same. Finally, the Headmaster said it was time to eat, and George immediately sat up straighter in his chair.
When the food appeared on the plate in front of him, he reached for his fork and felt a sudden jab in the side. For a moment, he didn’t know where it had come from, but then realized that the Professor sitting next to him was left handed. George opened his mouth to say something but decided that it would be best to let it go; he wasn’t really hurt so there was no point in bringing it up. George went back to eating, his mind wandering off again to his own thoughts when they were suddenly interrupted by the jab in the side again. Sighing some, he tried to move his chair further away but there wasn’t any room.
The table was crowded with the other professors. It appeared he would have to say something to her; he just hoped she wouldn’t be offended. “Um…excuse me…would you mind keeping your elbow to yourself?” The statement had come out of his mouth sounding ruder than he had intended, but what was a person to do? The jabs in his side were uncomfortable, and they weren’t really helping his appetite.
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