Post by DELYSIA MARGEAUX DAMIANO on Aug 14, 2009 23:18:58 GMT -5
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DELYSIA MARGEAUX DAMIANO
"We starve-look at one another, short of breath
walking proudly in our winter coats. wearing smells from laboratories,
facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy listening for the new told lies
LET THE SUN SHINE IN"
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DELYSIA MARGEAUX DAMIANO
"We starve-look at one another, short of breath
walking proudly in our winter coats. wearing smells from laboratories,
facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy listening for the new told lies
LET THE SUN SHINE IN"
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
"ER, HELLO THERE. I AM DELYSIA MARGEAUX DAMIANO BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME LYSS. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR THIRTY YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON JANUARY 17. I BRANDISH A 12 3/4 INCH, HOLLY, UNICORN HAIR WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I WAS IN THE HOUSE OF RAVENCLAW, GRADUATED, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH QUARTER BLOOD, NOT THAT IT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?"[/size]
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
"Obviously, I love teaching, since that's what I spend ninety percent of my time doing. However, when I'm not busy teaching the young people of today, I like to read. I read and I cross stitch. I'm not very good, but I suppose I'll improve as I get older. As for the reading, I could go through half the library in a week if I didn't teach for hours on end. I like cats, I do have two of them. I absolutely love food, after all, it kind of keeps us alive. I was a little bit of a hippie after I left Hogwarts, and I spent a few years in America in the late sixties with the whole peace-love-happiness vibe of the hippie lifestyle, then returned to England, as I had been offered an internship at the Ministry... anyway, I'm rambling. back to the hippie thing. I love bright colours and flowers, and love. it's just a whole outlook that rubbed off on me when I was over in America, I suppose.[/size]
As for what I don't like, I've never had an attraction to violence. roughness. it isn't something that I mix with at all, and it certainly isn't something I tolerate. I'm fine with noise up to a certain point, but once it gets to loud, I begin to get irritated. I don't like dogs that bark all the time. it's just not appealing to listen to that all day long. dark colours are something that I hate, and I wish that the uniforms here were a bit brighter. it would certainly get some of my students in a better mood."
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
"I've never had many goals. I've always had a very 'come what may' attitude aboutr the future. I'll want to continue teaching, I know..."[/size]
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
"First of all, I'm petrified of spiders. I know how cliche that is, but I can't stand having one near me. I swear, I'll scream. Like most people, I'm afraid of dying. and the thought of an afterlife just creeps me out. I think it's pretty rational. But most of all, I'm terrified of violence. war. conflict. I can remember watching war footage on television and going to peace rallies in America that turned into riots. it isn't at all necessary or humane, so why the need?"[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
"I know I'm smart. and althought I;m a bit biased, I think i'm a decent teacher. the students that take my class certainly don't seem to be having much problems, anyhow. I try to stay positive as much as possible, and I like to have fun with my class, probably why I still have a few students.[/size]
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
"I'm very firm with what I believe, and I guess it's made me very, very stubborn. I also can't cook to save my life. I' shit you not, I've burned water. Which brings me to this: I have a few favorite words, and sixty percent of them are a bit colourful. I do keep myself from blurting out anything inappropriate around my students, but when I'm alone, I'm afraid that ti's one of my awful habits."[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
"Really, the only thing I look for in a man is that he shares and respects my ideals. After all, disagreement is the first step on the road to major conflict. I can't stand men who are messy and loud, because that's almost how I am, and it's a bit overwhelming. I need to be balanced out."[/size]
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
"well, they're my family! of course I love them! My parents are Christine and Dylan Damiano, my mum being half witch and my dad all muggle, leading to my quarter blood. I've got two sisters and a brother as well: Vivien, Margaret, and Jude."[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
"Well, my parents are from America. Jersey to be exact, but my sisters, brother, and I were born in London after our parents moved here."[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
"When I was living in New York, a group of idiot muggle radicals in the apartment building next no mine tried to make a homemade bomb. I was walking down the street when it backfired and exploded. I can still remember the bits a the building raining down as I tried to find somewhere to hide. That was probably the scaries thing that's ever happened."[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
"most definitely, the day that I graduated Hogwarts. my older brother took me ouside the castle after the ceremony, and put his arm around me as we looked out over the endless hills and forest and said "Lyss, this is the wide world, and you're coming to it." "[/size]
AND YOUR QUALIFICATIONS FOR BEING PART OF THE STAFF HERE AT HOGWARTS ?
"After I returned from America in late 1969, I began an internship at The Ministry of Magic that lasted about three years. I was contacted by Hogwarts shortly after, and informed that the school needed a new Muggle Studies teacher. of course, I jumped at the opportunity, so here I am! The previous Head of Ravenclaw, bless her heart, just retired at age eighty, (the poor thing was going dotty) and the Headmaster came to me over the summer to request that I take over the position.[/size]
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HI, I AM CRISS AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 6+ 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 CRISS AND I AM SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 6+ 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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(SORRY, IT'S THE SAME AS ON BELLA'S APP, BUT I HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP, LIKE, NOW. GOOT GO REHEARSE IN THE MORNING!)
Gracie dropped the strap, letting it snap back against the trunk with a thud. She sighed, pressing her hands against her hips and arching her back backwards in to a stretch. She would need a house elf. She only hoped that she wouldn’t have to traipse all the way down to the kitchen to find one. As luck would have it, she spotted one making up the beds through the open door of the first year bedroom only two doors down from the third year bedroom. Gracie hung embarrassedly on the frame of the door, watching the little elf do up the maroon sheets with incredible precision. She just hated to interrupt its work. She cleared her throat to get the attention of the little creature. This was one she did not know by name or even face, like she did Gloober Shnokens. Perhaps a holiday worker hired to catch up on tidying the palace while most students were away. “Ahem, could you help me with my trunk perchance?” she inquired politely.
The house elf obliged, not like it had much other choice not having been given clothes. Gracie trudged down the palace stairs behind the creature who cratered under the weight of her trunk, but somehow chugged ahead. Gracie admired its perseverance. “Just set it outside the dining hall, please,” she requested. She was to meet her sister Delilah for an early lunch and then they would head home through the Dining Chamber fireplace. The Floo Network was just so busy in the days, even weeks, leading up to Christmas that their parents had agreed that it would be better if the girls waited till Christmas day to make the journey to Guildford. The last two years their father Gregoire had made the trek himself here to accompany the girls on their way home, but this year Gracie had convinced her parents that she could handle it just fine. She was thirteen years old and a womyn as of late August, after all! She peeked in to the dining hall, but did not spot her sister’s dirty blonde locks inside yet. She turned back to the house elf who was busy pushing the loaded trunk properly up against a wall. “Oh! Oh! I can get that!” she exclaimed, feeling slightly guilty for all the trouble she had put the little guy through. She bent over and, with a small heave, pushed the trunk up out of the way of the few students milling about in the Entrance Hall. “Thank so much!” she turned to tell the little helper, but he was already scampering up the steps back up to the Chittamwood dormitories. “Merry Christmas” she called out, cupping a hand to the side of her mouth to elongate the sound. Well, then. She dusted her hands on the front of her pants and exhaled a satisfied breath. She grinned. It was Christmas!
She swung the loose end of her black scarf that she wore over her simple off-white turtle neck over her shoulder. She dug in her pocket for a pair of earrings she had forgotten to put on while up in her dormitory. The red and green jingle bell earrings jangled loudly as she pushed them through the holes in her ears. She had such holiday spirit! She trotted happily in to the dining chamber, taking a spot at an empty table near the door so Delilah wouldn’t have to search too much to find her when she arrived. Their half-sister Anna had gone to visit her mum for a few days, but would join them at their dad’s house this evening. She scooped up five pieces of leftover fruitcake on to her plate. If she didn’t eat them now they would probably still be serving them when they returned from winter break, and they’d be moldy by then. Cutting a piece and then spearing it with her fork and putting it in to her mouth, Gracie sucked contentedly on a little candied fruit piece buried in all the bready cake.
The house elf obliged, not like it had much other choice not having been given clothes. Gracie trudged down the palace stairs behind the creature who cratered under the weight of her trunk, but somehow chugged ahead. Gracie admired its perseverance. “Just set it outside the dining hall, please,” she requested. She was to meet her sister Delilah for an early lunch and then they would head home through the Dining Chamber fireplace. The Floo Network was just so busy in the days, even weeks, leading up to Christmas that their parents had agreed that it would be better if the girls waited till Christmas day to make the journey to Guildford. The last two years their father Gregoire had made the trek himself here to accompany the girls on their way home, but this year Gracie had convinced her parents that she could handle it just fine. She was thirteen years old and a womyn as of late August, after all! She peeked in to the dining hall, but did not spot her sister’s dirty blonde locks inside yet. She turned back to the house elf who was busy pushing the loaded trunk properly up against a wall. “Oh! Oh! I can get that!” she exclaimed, feeling slightly guilty for all the trouble she had put the little guy through. She bent over and, with a small heave, pushed the trunk up out of the way of the few students milling about in the Entrance Hall. “Thank so much!” she turned to tell the little helper, but he was already scampering up the steps back up to the Chittamwood dormitories. “Merry Christmas” she called out, cupping a hand to the side of her mouth to elongate the sound. Well, then. She dusted her hands on the front of her pants and exhaled a satisfied breath. She grinned. It was Christmas!
She swung the loose end of her black scarf that she wore over her simple off-white turtle neck over her shoulder. She dug in her pocket for a pair of earrings she had forgotten to put on while up in her dormitory. The red and green jingle bell earrings jangled loudly as she pushed them through the holes in her ears. She had such holiday spirit! She trotted happily in to the dining chamber, taking a spot at an empty table near the door so Delilah wouldn’t have to search too much to find her when she arrived. Their half-sister Anna had gone to visit her mum for a few days, but would join them at their dad’s house this evening. She scooped up five pieces of leftover fruitcake on to her plate. If she didn’t eat them now they would probably still be serving them when they returned from winter break, and they’d be moldy by then. Cutting a piece and then spearing it with her fork and putting it in to her mouth, Gracie sucked contentedly on a little candied fruit piece buried in all the bready cake.
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