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Kings & Queens


12:53am, 07/4/14
are u still planning on doing the sideblog thing?
ASKED BY Anonymous

Yes, that is still happening. Right now two of our admins don’t have access to the internet but once they do the sideblog will get on the way.

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[[MORE]] In a blink of an eye, you are in front of none other than Rita Skeeter! She’s here to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind. She can be very lovely, but beware of her quick tongue and, most importantly, her quill. That’s the only advice we can give you. Get yourself comfortable, and…
Well, hello. You’re not as interesting as I thought you would be, but it depends on what we find out, heh? Come on, love, don’t be shy and don’t mind the quill. Tell me, do you live alone, or with your family? If you live with your family, do you peek on them while they’re on the loo? It’s okay, spill it out, we’ve all got our quirks.  I live alone, not that that happens to be any of your bloody business. No, who the hell does that?
Do you enjoy your family’s company? No.
Now we’re getting to the interesting stuff; if you had to choose one and only one forever, which one would you pick: love, lust, friendship, or power? Why? If you ever tell a soul I picked this one, I’ll deny it completely but… love. I want to be loved for the person I am. I want someone to look at me and for it to not be in disgust for the choices I’ve made. Sure my mates don’t but… they’re my mates… I half-expect them to do just that.
Interesting, very interesting… Now. If I gave you 10,000 galleons, what would you do with it? Catching a Puddlemere game would seem like a sharp idea with that amount of money.
What is your most obvious weakness? I can see a few, but tell me just one. Tequila. You’ve got to be daft to think I’ll just spill my weaknesses willingly.
And what is your most obvious strength? No need to lie here. My unyielding sense of humor. Or if you’re interested in the credentials, it’d be Defense Against the Dark Arts. Top of my class.
Was there any event or cause of these weaknesses, hm? Maybe a trauma? Daddy issues? Trauma? You mean you drilling me with ridiculous questions can also be classified as “trauma”? Seriously? Next question.
Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life - but don’t make it boring! No one likes boring stories. If you don’t spice it up, I will, and… well, certainly no one wants that. Uh… my parents regarding my sister Esme as the jewel of the family. Well, if it didn’t influence my life, I’d be on speaking terms with my sister and parents. I’m not. Spicy enough?
Would you agree to be the world’s most powerful person if it meant giving up all of your friends? I’d sooner die then give up my friends.
Have you begun your own family? If not, do you ever want to have a family of your own someday? No. Some of the birds at work have got a kid or two. Bit annoying really. Sure, the buggers are cute when their wiggling their fingers at you, but what’s so cute about being thrown up on? ‘Sides. Even if i did want kids… Which I’m sure I do.. Need a lad to get that show on the road, and I’m no closer to finding one today then I would be tomorrow or yesterday. Not that I’ve bothered to look, anyways.
When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances) and when do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)? I’d say as a Hit-Witch, if the bastard is crazy enough to not stop until you’re dead, then you’ve got to defend yourself. Even if it means doing him in. Otherwise I don’t condone killing. Least— I don’t. Never uttered the Unforgivable. Never harmed a person that couldn’t be healed eventually at St. Mungos. But I understand when it’s self-defense. Just hasn’t happened yet to me.
Do you have a “Black-and-White” view of reality or can you see shades of grey? Shades of grey to an extent. I’ll let you prove your a good person. But hell, if I know you aren’t one, why would I bother giving you the time of day?
Para Sample:
Eva stared into the empty reflection in her mirror. Her long dark hair hung around her face, as her eyes seemed to glaze over. Three a.m. It was three a.m. again. She couldn’t help but keep waking up. Keep reliving the same argument that weighed down on her mind every single time she saw her father step into the lifts that would take him to the first floor. She remembered how the glass flew around her. She remembered the booming voices, the shrieking of her mother — the pleas of her sister. 
"Get out!"
"Leave us!"
She ran a hand through her hair, hand shaking as she exhaled a slow breath. It didn’t matter. It did, her subconscious would shoot back, much against her will. It did. And Eva hated so deeply that it did. To someone who didn’t know Eva from a hole in the wall, you would see she was a determined, closed-off, successful witch in her field. To a friend who knew her far longer then that, who knew her from her days when her friends turned out to be the only family she had at times — she was broken inside. And she hated being broken. It meant something couldn’t be fixed, no matter how many times Eva would wish it all away, would wishthe memories and the lifetime to just be as though it never happened. She couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t fully allow  herself ot do that. And Eva had no idea why. Hands trembling from the force of the dream once more, she finally pushed herself up from her small kitchen table. Getting out of her family at the most opportune moment meant she was entitled, to the — albeit, very small compared to what she was sure her sister would have — fortune, and bought herself a one bedroom flat on the south side of King’s Cross. It was a bit farther away from London, but that brought the air of calmness to her new surroundings.
Even if Eva needed a break, that break would forever be going home to where she felt welcome.
Even if it was only ever her welcoming herself into her home. Never the matter, she pulled herself together, drifting her thoughts back to what she’d been so intently focused on in a dream-like state. Why was it that their thoughts bothered her? Her sister hated her, though Eva was always sure she could’ve lived with that. But in the dream, she felt as though she could not. Her Father’s unwavering glare as he looked down at the child in front of him as though he had never met her in is life. That was her father? Who would do that to their child? Push them out for the things they chose not to do, regardless of what you wanted?
She moved to the kitchen, pulling the silver kettle to the nozzle of the sink, letting water rush into the pan as she filled it enough to make herself a cup of tea, setting the kettle on the burner. Turning the switch on, she pulled a cup from her small cupboard, lips parting as her thoughts dived back into the realms she wished they wouldn’t go. Hands flat against the counter, she finally exhaled the breath she felt as though she’d been holding in.
"Pull it together, Eva," She chanted to herself. "They don’t matter. Mind over matter. You. Don’t. Need. Them."
You need someone. Her subconscious shot at her.
Lightening reflexes shot out, as she turned off the burner, reaching into her cabinet and grabbing the bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Screw tea, this ought to put me into a sleep until work." She muttered, unscrewing the lid and leaving it strategically placed on the counter for her to put back on the bottle in the morning.
Freestyle:
Dearest Evangel  
Hello Evangeli,
Eva,
Your visit with mother and father didn’t go as planned. I’m let down. I would’ve expected the girl I had known all my life to step up, to be the person I assumed she could be when duty called, but as per usual, I am wrong. What is it going to take for you to realize that you are a Fawley? That you will forever be a Fawley? You aren’t supposed to become the woman who makes all the money in the world — that’s why our family is rich! We support your needs. Stop this nonsense. I understand, you’re a Gryffindor.. You want to step out of the rules that Mother and Father have set for you, and Merlin knows you’ve done it with the sneaky way we all think you got into that abysmal house in the first place. Why can’t you just be what we all expect you to be?
Mother wouldn’t approve of me owling you, but I figure one last shot couldn’t hurt. I implore that you cease this nonsense, you walk into Hogsmeade, and you come home at once for Summer Holiday. I suggest you also give up that ludicrous dream of you going into the Ministry. You know mother believes there is no place for women in the Ministry. We’re above the Ministry, we’re meant to command the home-front, let the Men work on the politics and the labour.
Not that I need to tell you any of this. If you listened at all to anything our parents have been saying, then you would already know this. I doubt you’ve been listening.
This is my final word to you, Evangeline. Stop what you’re doing, and be the person we know you can be. Everything will go to normal immediately, Mother and Father agree with me. Come home, marry a Pureblood man. Continue on the family Legacy of purity, and they will forget the mess you’ve made in the last seven years. I promise you, we will be a family once more. Do the right thing. I know you will.
Esmeralda Fawley
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The last time Eva ever received a letter from her sister. It was read, and immediately set on fire afterwords. She hasn’t received one from any family member since.

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Well, hello. You’re not as interesting as I thought you would be, but it depends on what we find out, heh? Come on, love, don’t be shy and don’t mind the quill. Tell me, do you live alone, or with your family? If you live with your family, do you peek on them while they’re on the loo? It’s okay, spill it out, we’ve all got our quirks.: Oh Merlin, no. That’s a bit strange, isn’t it? I live with my Da… Da only. We try to keep a certain distance from each other, not to invade any personal space. Keep it amicable.
Do you enjoy your family’s company?: I try to. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to get along with Da, I mean, he didn’t even give me the talk. He had my grandmum do it. I guess I can see where he’s coming from, though. I really don’t fancy talking about my period either
Now we’re getting to the interesting stuff; if you had to choose one and only one forever, which one would you pick: love, lust, friendship, or power? Why?: Seeing you didn’t bring up intelligence, I think friendship. Friendship is considered sacred, and so is love, but love isn’t the same. Love can dissipate and break faster than friends ever can. Disagree? Ask my mum, where ever she is
Interesting, very interesting… Now. If I gave you 10,000 galleons, what would you do with it?: That’s a bit of a waste on one person, isn’t it? Give it back to preservation. Get some old scrolls published, maybe throw a bit back into Mungos. To keep a society alive it must thrive. To thrive, money needs to go back into it.
What is your most obvious weakness? I can see a few, but tell me just one. Intimacy. Affection. The whole nine yards. I mean, I can see where my Da loves me but I can’t see anyone else doing it or me giving it out. It’s a scary thing, to trust someone enough to the point of being able to make you weak. It’s terrifying.
And what is your most obvious strength? No need to lie here. Intelligence. Wit. Definitely not so fine tuned to people’s emotions and needs but I can always offer a helping hand to someone struggling with their coursework. It’s not like any of my classes are unbelievably hard, but I had to work for it too.
Was there any event or cause of these weaknesses, hm? Maybe a trauma? Daddy issues? Ha, hilarious. Watch your Da cry for nights when you’re five over how much you look like your mum and then see how funny intimacy issues are.
Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life - but don’t make it boring! No one likes boring stories. If you don’t spice it up, I will, and… well, certainly no one wants that. Well… when I was little and my Da had to go to work, my nan would watch me. She’d take me to a playground closer to her house and I loved it there except for one kid that never stopped bothering me. Nan insisted that he fancied me, but I wasn’t having it and the minute he tried to touch my swing while i was doing just fine myself I made sure when I went back he’d be knocked to the ground just fine. So maybe there’s the stem of girls rule until fourth year, but I’m well over it now.
Would you agree to be the world’s most powerful person if it meant giving up all of your friends? No. It’s not like I have many friends in the first place but the people that stick around are enough for me, you know? It shows loyalty. Loyalty is nice. Friends are nice. Power is limited.
Have you begun your own family? If not, do you ever want to have a family of your own someday? I haven’t. I don’t really know either. I can’t even imagine doing… that yet and I’m not sure if I ever can, but I do think babies are cute. They’re innocent and don’t know anything yet. I can see myself babysitting, definitely.
When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances) and when do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)? Hm… Okay as in defending yourself, defending someone else. Knowing surely that they’ve done it before and won’t hesitate on doing it to you. Not okay for murder, for people whom are different, for those who can’t defend themselves. Attacking an innocent person isn’t just wrong, it’s cowardly.
Do you have a “Black-and-White” view of reality or can you see shades of grey? I think everything’s decorated in shades of black and white. It’s all laid out for us to see and if you can’t tell what it is you’re not looking hard enough. People lay their most basic interests on the line and that’s what shapes them as a person, not their secrets.
Para Sample:
Books in libraries were much different than the tomes that she used to associate herself with. The fascinating thing was that they both still held the same scent. That dust covered, aged scent where the pages had turned a bit yellow and the edging was going brown. It was one of Scarlett’s favourite things about books: the way that they grew with time just like people did. It wasn’t like they went away either. Some people were remembered after death and so were some books. Everyone knew Jane Austen, everyone knew Dickens and she knew that her country held a certain bit of pride for these people. It was just like how she almost idolised Merlin, Cilodna, even Elfrida Clagg. She had her own people to look up to, but the ones that the muggles loved weren’t so bad either. It was why she caught herself reading so many inside flaps of books these days. She wanted to know a little bit more about the history that surrounded people that she wasn’t so sure of.
It was a strange way of getting to know people, and she knew that. She’d watch someone turn a book in and she’d thank them and stamp it with the date it was returned. The librarian said she was catching on quickly, and the compliment made her smile, something she didn’t like doing on a regular basis, but then again she wouldn’t be having so much fun if it weren’t for her little project. The person that dropped off the last book had been a small child with his mother, someone that Scarlett had given a bright smile before he’d left the library. It was a lot easier to be friendly with children than with people her own age, and she’d never known why. It was just the closed off thing she’d always been trying. Usually, her dad tried to steer her away from kids just in case she was going to end up ruining their dreams with her strange way of honesty, but she found it better if most of the time she didn’t talk. Kids doing all the talking was much easier anyways.
Flipping through the pages before she made any judgements, she saw the book was in large font, applicable for children. Knowing that the boy had been reading it, she flipped open the spine, reading what was on the inside flap. The story, though clearly fantasy, sounded like many things she’d experienced in her own life now. Dragons, centaurs and mermaids, although the merpeople were actually a lot more dangerous than anyone knew, Scarlett couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s hopefulness, at his imagination. She knew it wasn’t imaginary for her, but this world wasn’t something this boy knew about. All of the sudden, she wanted to know if the boy wanted to be in a world like this. If this was what he dreamed of, she dreamed of showing him. If it were ever possible, that is. She realised from a young age that everyone would be let down. He was going to be let down too by his mum, that this is something that would never be obtainable for him. Closing the book quickly, she moved it back to the pile she was going to have to put away soon, biting the inside of her cheek to subside her thoughts.
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Scar,
How’s studying going? I remember the time when I was taking my NEWTs, though I wasn’t as ambitious as you were. I only got five, so you going for seven is going to make Nan proud. It’ll make me proud too. I think that’s always been something I’ve forgotten to tell you. That I’m proud of you. I feel like you had to deal with a lot when I was going through the divorce when you were little. It didn’t happen until you were five. Before she just… ran off, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to be a father, but… you’re a lovely daughter and you’ve come into your own. I just wanted to let you know I’m proud of you, Scar. I can’t wait to see you when you’re home and you get your results. We’ll get ice cream to celebrate.
Dad.
(Sent from Harrison Woodward at the end of Scarlett’s seventh year.)

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