Post by theodore remus lupin on Feb 10, 2012 12:28:26 GMT
theodore remus lupin
17 - GRYFFINDOR- PUREBLOOD - JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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So, Theodore - Teddy. Is it alright if I call you that?slightly agivated, ted looks over to the the reporter. "No actually, it's really not alright you call me that. Only one person actually gets away with calling me Teddy and thats Victoire. Only because she seems to find it amusing how much it bothers me. So Ted is fine thanks."
Right - you mentioned Victoire, as in Victoire Weasley? Is she your girlfriend?shifting uncomfortably ted lets out a small smile, as if flattered someone would even think such a thing. He laughed a bit at the thought, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to think of an appropriate response. "Uh no, she's not. I'm not that lucky."
You'll get her some day love. So as I mentioned I'm doing a report on the deaths of Harry and Ginny Potter. I'm trying to get a feel of the type of people they were from who knew them the best, and you happen to be one of those people. So lets start there. How did you know the Potters?Ted's expression faded to something serious, thoughts of Victoire fading from his mind as it focused on that of the Potters. What an unpleasant substitute. "I guess you can say I've known the potters since I was in the womb. At lest that is what I've been told," shrugging slightly, Ted started to play with a loose string on the bottom of his shirt. "They were close to my parents, Remus and Tonks Lupin. Though I never actually met my parents Harry and Ginny always told me how wonderful they were. How they died saving millions of lives," ted paused merely to laugh, as if the deaths of his parents was a joke. "Real lot their deaths did eh? Now Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny are gone too," Ted fell silent for a moment, ripping the stray piece of string off the bottom of his shirt violently.
"I was raised by my grandparents. They are good people and all but they are old. I think Harry and the whole lot of them knew that, so they took me off my grandparents hands a lot for weeks at a time. Hell, we all use to just shack up with the weasleys all the time. Thats how the lot of us became so close - how I met James, Victoire. Out of the what, 12 of us I got along best with her. Victoire, I mean. We've been pretty close ever since." thinking a bit, Ted glances around, watching as the reported wrote a few things down in her notepad. "I'm really thankful for everything the Potters and Weasleys have done for me over the years. But I feel like they felt .. bad, or obligated to my parents to make sure I was taken care of. Harry seemed to always be concerned for me. I like to think it was my ravishing personality and not the fact he could related to me. You know, parents killed by the dark lord or his followers."
Ted let his hands rest on his lap as he continued. "I still think about them all the time. Some times at night I feel like they're there, in the common room. I miss them more then I care to admit, it's .. just a tragedy."
I'm sorry for your loss, Teddy. So you're in Gryffindor, do you feel like Harry and Ginny were proud of you? for being in their former house?Ted glared at the reporter a bit. "Ted." he reminded before continuing on with his explanation. "I really have no clue why I was put into Gryffindor, I feel extremely out of place there. I'm really amazed I wasn't place in Ravenclaw," he started, let out a small sigh at the thought. "I mean I have the social skills of a snail and I'm generally annoyed by people. I'd rather just sit and read a book all day long then have to actually converse with half the people in the school. Victoire always seems to remind me I have an inner lion in there somewhere, that she sees it all the time but I fail to see it in myself," Ted shrugged, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I guess time will tell. The sorting hat never lies, at lest so I'm told. Harry and Ginny seemed pretty happy for everyone who was put into Gryffindor when they got the news. He told me my father was a Gryffindor and was similar to me. Victoire sometimes jokes that I'm a Ravendor, which I think is complete rubbish. But hey, I don't want to crush the girls good time."
Lets face it Teddy, you are one of the most famous wizarding children in the school. Do people ever try to .. befriend you or use your status in anyway?Ted couldn't help but roll his eyes, getting to his feet. "Oh, you mean like you're doing right now?" he sneered, sighing a bit. "Students use to do it all the time, but they learned quickly that I'm not the most sociable guy. They'd have better luck with James or one of the many Weasley children," he said, grabbing his jacket to leave. He had his back turned to the reporter, who was looking relatively shocked that she was about to get walked out on. Ted stopped dead in his tracks however, turning around to face her again. He looked pretty annoyed. "Of all the things I told you about myself, the potters - you don't know them. You never did and you never will because they're six feet under. That's what bothers me the most about people like yourself. You come up to me with your condolences and words that you think will make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Like 'The Potters were such great people, it's a tragedy that they are gone. Who is going to save us now? And 'Oh Ted Your mother and father are inspirations to all of us, they truly were magnificent people.' Bitch please! I didn't even know my parents, you didn't either. Nor did you know the Potters and how much of a great loss it is to the wizarding world. You should remember them for the people they were, the way they raised their families and cared about others, not their accomplishments that you read in all the history books. God damn you people bother the shit out of me," With that Ted turned his back and left the woman's office, his mind drifting back to Victoire, like it usually did.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: jen. it's my name after all (;
gender: female <3
age: a million.
contact: PM for now, i'll be getting MSN again soon-ish.
how you found us: honestly? Can't remember. ;P
other characters: none currently c:
experience: 11+ years.
role play sample: from another siiite <3the cold weather gripping the atmosphere of Hogsmeade was enough to chill the bones of everyone who was currently in the small town. Jon Harker, resident Ravenclaw of Hogwarts was no exception to this fact, he keeping his hands in his pockets as he attempted to wrap his jacket around him more securely to keep his body warmth locked in. He was failing, mainly because he wasn't dressed appropriately for such cold weather. Beneath his old jacket he had nothing on but a black v-neck t-shirt, making his entire body basically cold. As he walked the somewhat crowded streets of Hogsmeade he could see his breath materialize in front of him with each exhale, Jon shivering a bit from the cold. His bright blue eyes wondered from store to store as he lazily walked past the many businesses, he trying to figure out exactly where he wanted to go to escape the bitter weather. He didn't have much money on him (not that he ever did), and he wanted to be sure that his money was money well spent.
As he walked, Jon stopped for a mere moment when he noticed white flakes start to fall down around him. A smile pulled at his lips, Jon looking up to see the snow dance down the ground. He loved the snow, but at the moment he wasn't feeling like rolling around in the snow making snowmen or doing other various things. He was not in the proper place or the proper clothes. After a few moments of admiring the sky he glanced back to the street, looking down the long road in front of him. It was a nice scene actually - many people walking in black coats and hats in groups of three of four, the white snow that was picking up giving the entire village of hogsmeade a very picture perfect view. Blue eyes wondering from person to person, Jon notice a couple head to Madame Puddifoot's tea polar, going inside to get out of the falling snow. That idea actually sounded pretty nice, he could go for a good cup of tea and honey. Jon never felt awkward entering the tea polar, even alone. After all, he was a frequent visitor.
Jon started to walk slowly, picking up his feet as he continued down the path, eyes focused intently on his destination. He was paying any attention to anyone or anything else, which in a few moments would cost him dearly. Patches of black ice were always something that he was warned about but never actually watched for. Jon was a relatively clumsy person, one would think he would keep an eye for for things that would make his clumsiness even more apparent. But naturally he did not, Jon absently walking to the front of Madame Puddifoots and slipping on a piece of black ice. He let out a small "woah," as he slid on one foot, he putting his hands out in front of him to try and catch his balance. In the foot or so that he traveled slipping Jon managed to bump into another person, his arms wrapping around them for a moment as he caught himself, he giving a displeased look immediately. He returned his arms to his side almost as soon as they connected with another person, Jon's baby blues connecting with those of the blond he ran into.
"I'm really sorry," he pleaded, looking to the face of Iris Leatherby, a sixth year slytherin he had only heard about through rumors. Naturally he knew the girl from a few of his classes but they never really conversed before. She had a lot of money and was relatively spoiled from what Jon understood, so he tried to steer clear of her the best he could. However he heard of her parents death, Jon smiling at the thought. Not because he was glad, but he really didn't know how to handle the situation. He barely spoke to her as it was before her parents death, what was he going to do now that he literally grabbed her by mistake? It was almost a forced interaction. After a few moments of silence Jon pulled himself out of thought, clearing his throat and using his arms to kind of brush off her shoulders, but stopped after one a few swipes. He was trying to make amends for his rude behavior, but realized he was only making the situation more awkward. "You probably don't want me touching you, sorry .. again," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets to avoid any more damage.
Looking to the ground he picked his brains for proper words to say before finally just spitting out something. "Can I buy you a cup of tea Iris?" he asked, gesturing to the tea polar and offering her a weak, apologetic smile. It was the least he could do, even though he probably would put himself broke by doing so.
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