Post by Stephanie Justine Midler on Apr 12, 2009 17:42:28 GMT 9.5
hey, stephanie justine midler
what are you fighting for?
what are you fighting for?
help me out said the minnow to the trout
nick names»» steph, stephy
birthdate»» june, tenth
age»» twenty three
gender»» female
sexuality»» straight
blood»» pure
squib or magical»» magical
canon or original»» original
member group»» adult
view on squibs»» for. the poor things.
voldemort or harry»» harry
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please, I know that we're different
school»» hogwarts
house»» ravenclaw
patronus»» steph's first day of teaching. she felt like a natural. the eager smiles of the children is what she thinks of when conjuring a patronus. that day made her feel like she had achieved something for the first time.
boggart»» death and failure. most of all, loosing her job.
mirror of erised»» steph desires to become headmistress of the school one day, and for all the students to look up to her like a rolemodel.
amortentia»» Freshly baked bread, flowers and light smelling perfumes.
discovering magic»» When Steph was little, her parents explained to her all about magic, long before she had the ability herself. She was an independent child, and they felt that they could trust her not to go around bragging to muggle children about this. She didn't. She obeyed her parents when it mattered, so they never doubted her. For years, she was waiting to do some type of magic trick, and was always so excited to find out what it might be. She knew that she wouldn't be able to control it, so she was a little scared about what might happen, but her parents had assured her that it wouldn't be dangerous.
When she was six, being a bit of an early bloomer like she was with most thing, Steph was doing a painting. Everything was going fine, and she was having a lot of fun painting a pretty flower on the page. Soon, she found that she couldn't reach one of the coloured paints which she wanted to use to colour one of the petals. She didn't try to, but she managed to conjure it over to her. It took her a while to realise what she had just done, but she immediately ran over to her parents to tell them what she had done; they were very proud of her.
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we're not that different after all
eyes»» a beautiful brown.
body type»» she doesn't have a very strong of dominant build, but she is neither over or under weight.
distinguishing features»» the first thing everyone notices is her smile.
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not your everyday circumstance
dislikes»» conflict, difficult people, bugs, uncooked food, dust, loud noises, depressing people, high pitched sounds, tight spaces, things she doesn't understand.
strengths»» friendly, positive, bubbly, organised, intelligent, understanding
weaknesses»» doesn't take bad comments well, can be too nice, gets scared easily, can be queezy, can be a bit over-the-top
habits and quirks»» saying things with a bit too much enthusiasm, always smiling, always nodding, using her hands when talking, playing with her hair.
secrets»» she "understands" the evil-like wizards.
five words»»
[li] ENTHUSIASTIC "she can't help it; she's one of those people who can find fun in almost anything. she especially gets enthusiastic about anything related to her teaching."
[/li][li] UNDERSTANDING "she knows how to listen to people. as a result, she has come to know many different types of people. they feel comfortable talking to her, and she has begun to realise why they act the way they do. she's good at "stepping into people's shoes"."
[/li][li] INTELLIGENT "she teaches. when she was a student, she would always ask the teacher questions when she didn't understand something. therefore, she has come to understand a variety of subjects."
[/li][li] CARING "it should be pretty straight forward. she likes people in genral, and is friendly towards everyone, even the worst of people."
[/li][li] SCARED "she's not at all brave. one of the main things she fears is blood, or anything gross like that."
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i've fallen from my nest so high above
hometown»» england.
parents»» justine and jacob.
siblings»» only child.
other family»» none as of yet, but she hopes to find a husband.
family pets»» an owl.
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we were one cell in the sea in the beginning
age»» seventeen.
experience»» years on and off.
contact information»» PM.
how did you find us»» made you.
anything else»» can't be stuffed with the full personality and history. and squibs will own the school.
roleplay sample»» nevermind.[/size][/ul]
Lauren watched Kennedy, curious as to what her reaction to the necklace would be. She was genuinely hoping that she would just leave it, even though she could tell that the necklace was already bothering her. But that was to be expected. That was, after all, her original motive. Or a test, to put it nicely. Seconds had passed, and Kennedy still hadn’t touched it. This was good. Lauren respected the fact that, as far as she could tell, Kennedy was trying to ignore it. For a brief moment Lauren let a smile hit her lips. This certainly wasn’t something that happened often when she was with Kennedy, especially as of late. But at this moment, it seemed quite appropriate. Maybe there was hope for Kennedy after all, after everything she had been through. All it took was a little effort, and Kennedy was showing sure signs of that. Of course, Lauren understood that it wasn’t all that simple, but it also wasn’t as hard as some people could make it sound. A second later, the smile was gone, and Laurens face went back to her neutral expression. Not happy, not sad; no feeling. Lauren hoped that Kennedy hadn’t seen her moment of weakness, as she could call it, as she wasn’t sure what effect it could have if she did.
Lauren guessed that, knowing Kennedy, she only hadn’t touched the necklace because of her own appearance. If, for example, Lauren had left the room immediately after putting the necklace on, Kennedy would have moved it without a second thought. In fact, Lauren was almost certain of this. She didn’t, however, care. Either way, Kennedy seemed to be improving.
‘Don’t you see, Kennedy, I’m trying to stop that from happening!’ she told her, hoping that she would see that she only had her best interests in mind, and that eventually Kennedy would see why everyone was so concerned about her, and that she really did need help. Hopefully, this would happen before anything got too serious. Lauren watched as Kennedy fidgeted; she looked nervous, even. Kennedy seemed to be getting worse by the second, and Lauren began to wonder how she possibly could have smiled only moments ago. Almost subconsciously, Lauren continued to swing her legs, despite the fact that she could tell it was already getting to the girl. ‘Nothing is going to get better if you just sit around, worrying about it all of the time.. you need to get out, see people, you know. See things that are out of order, that are lacking perfection. Not sit in your room, making sure everything looks perfect, and is all straightened out. That’s not helping anyone!’ she said, trying to enforce her point without seeming too strong or insulting. The last thing she wanted was tears. That, and anger. If that happened, there was no way she would be able to help the poor girl. She would never be allowed in her room again. So, it had to come lightly, but not so light that the point was completely missed. ‘Not even you,’ she added. The last words came out sadly.
‘Okay’ she said, not wanting to push the topic of the essay any further. ‘Just tell me if you need any help with it, won’t you? I’m always here.’ For now, Lauren knew she would have to trust her on that subject. Kennedy wasn’t going to recover if she felt like she was being mothered all the time; that would most likely send her in the opposite direction.
‘Yes’ she said softly. Lauren discontinued swinging her legs. Slowly, she stopped looking at Kennedy, and her eyes drew down to her own hands. ‘If you’ll let me’ she said a moment later. It didn’t look like there were many other people willing to try and deal with this. And quite frankly, Lauren couldn’t blame them – Kennedy was in a pretty bad state. But this was her sister, and no matter how hard she tried to deny it at times, she needed help. Lauren didn’t consider herself to be a professional in this area, but she was also better than no one. She had known Kennedy for a long time, and that was more than any paid professional could say. Besides, Lauren missed the old Kennedy. The one she knew as a child. The one she knew a year ago. So much less troubled. Who didn’t spend their life sitting in their room, straightening everything out. Who actually lived life, and had the ability to smile, make jokes, laugh. Even be the one to suggest a trip to the mall. If she could, Lauren wanted to bring her back. Even if it did take as long as years, as it quite possibly could. It would be months, at least. ‘I know it will be a long journey, but I’m here.’
‘Good, then. Are you ready?’
Lauren guessed that, knowing Kennedy, she only hadn’t touched the necklace because of her own appearance. If, for example, Lauren had left the room immediately after putting the necklace on, Kennedy would have moved it without a second thought. In fact, Lauren was almost certain of this. She didn’t, however, care. Either way, Kennedy seemed to be improving.
‘Don’t you see, Kennedy, I’m trying to stop that from happening!’ she told her, hoping that she would see that she only had her best interests in mind, and that eventually Kennedy would see why everyone was so concerned about her, and that she really did need help. Hopefully, this would happen before anything got too serious. Lauren watched as Kennedy fidgeted; she looked nervous, even. Kennedy seemed to be getting worse by the second, and Lauren began to wonder how she possibly could have smiled only moments ago. Almost subconsciously, Lauren continued to swing her legs, despite the fact that she could tell it was already getting to the girl. ‘Nothing is going to get better if you just sit around, worrying about it all of the time.. you need to get out, see people, you know. See things that are out of order, that are lacking perfection. Not sit in your room, making sure everything looks perfect, and is all straightened out. That’s not helping anyone!’ she said, trying to enforce her point without seeming too strong or insulting. The last thing she wanted was tears. That, and anger. If that happened, there was no way she would be able to help the poor girl. She would never be allowed in her room again. So, it had to come lightly, but not so light that the point was completely missed. ‘Not even you,’ she added. The last words came out sadly.
‘Okay’ she said, not wanting to push the topic of the essay any further. ‘Just tell me if you need any help with it, won’t you? I’m always here.’ For now, Lauren knew she would have to trust her on that subject. Kennedy wasn’t going to recover if she felt like she was being mothered all the time; that would most likely send her in the opposite direction.
‘Yes’ she said softly. Lauren discontinued swinging her legs. Slowly, she stopped looking at Kennedy, and her eyes drew down to her own hands. ‘If you’ll let me’ she said a moment later. It didn’t look like there were many other people willing to try and deal with this. And quite frankly, Lauren couldn’t blame them – Kennedy was in a pretty bad state. But this was her sister, and no matter how hard she tried to deny it at times, she needed help. Lauren didn’t consider herself to be a professional in this area, but she was also better than no one. She had known Kennedy for a long time, and that was more than any paid professional could say. Besides, Lauren missed the old Kennedy. The one she knew as a child. The one she knew a year ago. So much less troubled. Who didn’t spend their life sitting in their room, straightening everything out. Who actually lived life, and had the ability to smile, make jokes, laugh. Even be the one to suggest a trip to the mall. If she could, Lauren wanted to bring her back. Even if it did take as long as years, as it quite possibly could. It would be months, at least. ‘I know it will be a long journey, but I’m here.’
‘Good, then. Are you ready?’
