Post by meda on May 17, 2010 3:23:59 GMT 1
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What can be found in a name:
andromeda kalypso black
When the day I was born:
august 17 1959
The Angels screamed:
parents ; druella & cygnus
sisters ; narcissa & bellatrix.
And Hell shut its doors:
a floppy-eared bunny named mr. kite
While creatures retreated:
pureblood
To depths unknown:
slytherin
I hide from them:
wherever her friends are ;
outside ;
wherever she won't be shushed ;
anywhere she's wanted ;
anywhere outside the slytherin common room ;
Be who they want to see:
Meda inherited the dark, dashing good looks of the Black family, something she despises beyond all else. They mark her as a pureblood, something anyone can see from her obvious resemblance to both her younger and older sisters. But, over the years, people have realized that she's nothing like either of them, and they've come to accept that she's not someone that needs to be avoided.But that leaves no one:
Her features are angular, with a petite, perfect nose and full, plump lips. Her mother charmed her teeth straight when she was small, and they've been that way ever since. Her pearly chompers are rather large, but even that simple imperfection makes her happy. She plays it up by smiling her huge, lopsided grin as much as she can, something her parents used to punish her for when she was little.
With a softly curved jaw line and round, rosy cheeks, her face is more cirular than either of her sisters'. While theirs are more sharp, with pretty, prominent cheek bones, Meda has a kinder look to her. Her dark brown eyes are constantly crinkling at the corners due to her ever present smile, but when they're open wide, one notices how large they truly are.
Dark locks fall from her head. Soft, thick, and effortlessly curly, her hair's the one thing that resembles her family that she doesn't mind. After all, the girl usually threads beads or headbands into her hair, something she adores. The hippie head gear is an asset about her that her sisters find to be rather appalling, but she doubts they'd ever tell their parents.
Her willowy figure is easy to keep, as she doesn't eat much. The fact that she's almost dwarfishly short pissed her mother off all through her growing up years. Druella constantly made her daughter wear heels, which honestly killed the young girl's feet. To this day, Meda won't wear heels, and prefers sandals or flats.
To discover that inside:
Meda's one of a kind.
She's very laidback. She's the kind of girl that just lets things happen. Knowing when to let things go is what she does best, and she normally doesn't get worked up about tiny things. After all, in her world, what happens happens, and there's really nothing that she can do to change it, so why stress?
Patience is a virtue, and definitely something she excels in. She's a good listener, and an even better advice giver. Often times, things that frustrate others don't really get under her skin. She's pacient with teaching people things and always has an open ear for those who are struggling. Meda''s a good teacher and wonderful with small children.
Not giving a damn what most people think about her is a good thing. After all, when she was little, she was always told to perfect, silent, and pretty. But she didn't like that. Meda had her own ideas what she wants. She does what she wants, says what she thinks, and doesn't really hold back. Unique in all senses of the word, she's the kind of girl that's hard to forget.
Bubbly and spirited, she loves to talk about whatever's on her mind. She's always ready with a smile and is never uptight about much of anything. If she's angry about something, you'll know, as she's not really good at hiding what she thinks. Her big mouth tends to rat her out most of the time.
A free-spirit, she doesn't like to feel cooped up and prefers to move around. Sitting down doesn't suit her and she becomes fidgety in small, enclosed spaces. Gesticulating wildly is a trademark of hers, as well as that endearing clumsiness that has her tripping over her own feet and knocking over perfectly stable objects, most of them expensive.
Meda is very accepting of other people's faults. She embraces the imperfections of the world and doesn't try to cover up her own. She relishes the fact that she's not as perfect as her parents always tried to make her think. In fact, the fact that she doesn't really mind other people's flaws is probably what draws them to her.
The middle Black girl has always been quite confused as to why she was sorted into Slytherin. She doesn't fit the mold of the typical Slytherin. In fact, she's not cunning at all. She does however have a thirst to prove herself, but not in the way that most people would suspect. She's always ready to prove to people that she's not like the rest of her family. And even if the Sorting Hat couldn't see that she doesn't belong in Slytherin, her friends can.
All in all, she's a lovely girl to be around, even if she's a bit too much for some people to handle. Some things about her tick certain people off, especially those who are uptight and have rules about everything. Because really, Meda doesn't like to stay inside the lines. She prefers to think, and act, outside the box.
This soulless being:
laughter
smiles
peace
clementines
talking
Is just as lost:
her family ; except her dear cousin, sirius
cages
being told what to do
sitting still & looking pretty
being a trophy daughter
As everyone else:
friendly
free-spirited
pacient
laidback
good manners / polite
In a world that knows only hate:
bad at confrontation
quirky
big mouth ; can't keep a secret
fidgety
clumsy
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
"As soon as I graduate Hogwarts, I'm getting the hell out of my house. I'm leaving my parents and my stuck-up, idiot sisters and I'm just gonna go. I'll leave to wherever I feel like, do whatever I like, and if they don't like it, then screw them. If they want to blast me off that creepy family tree in the drawing room, then power to them. I don't give a shit.
Another thing? I wish I wasn't pureblood. My life wouldn't be so messed up if it hadn't been for my stupid parents and their psychotic ways. I don't like how they treat people who aren't like us. Muggleborns and half-bloods aren't even that different from us, so I don't see why they're so obsessive over bringing them down. When I was little, I tried to hate all those people, I thought I was bad for not being proud to be pureblood. But I've realized that they were brainwashing me. I'm just sorry I couldn't save my sisters from their fates."
They left me to die:
the rosiers;
an aunt, uncle, and cousin.
"how lovely. -sigh- "
On a bed of roses:
TheNoblePSYCHOTIC and MostAncientFUCKED-UP House of Black ;
an aunt, and uncle, and two cousins.
one of which is the infamous sirius black.
who's the only one in her family she actually can stand.
really, she adores him, and they're quite close.
Blood seeping through:
"My sisters would pull that crap they usually do and say something about us being pureblood and not having secrets because we're pureblood. Pureblood this, and pureblood that. Yada yada yada. But they're wrong. The whole upper class of society is woven with secrets. My family's got bucket loads. But if I told another living soul, my parents would honestly skin me and eat me for dinner."
The satin sheets of fame:
Filthy, filthy Rich.
"I've always wanted to rob my parents' vault at Gringotts and give it all away to some Muggle charity. Yeah, they'd have my hide for that."
What a bitter story of love:
Andromeda was destined for hardship even before she was born. Welcomed into the world as the middle child in an elitist, upper class, pureblood family, she was supposed to be the trophy daughter. The one who was perfect, who didn't say a word and did exactly what she was told.
But growing up being constantly told that her sisters were better, that all she was needed for was to sit still and look pretty, it really didn't sit well with her. She bore the cross of the pain and suffering that she went through for those eleven long years, hoping, praying for the day when she'd recieve her letter from Hogwarts and would be free. She knew that if only she could stay away from her wicked older sister, then she'd be able to break free from her parents when she reached the wizarding school.
Her parents didn't really appreciate her like parents are supposed to do. Every good thing she did was belittled, picked apart so her parents could tell her how she could do better. Her sisters were always better at balancing than she was. Being a complete and total klutz didn't help. Especially when Meda was balancing a thick volume on her head through a room of the priceless collectables her mother was so fond of.
Things never really went over so well.
When she recieved her letter from Hogwarts, Meda almost couldn't contain her excitement. Her parents didn't realize how excited she was. Perhaps if they had, they wouldn't have let her go, simply because of how they'd lose control over her in the coming months. Meda had always wanted to break free, and the opportunity to do such a thing at Hogwarts was not one she was going to pass by.
Whilst riding on the train, Meda really couldn't help herself. Bellatrix was away in another car, feeling herself too cool to be with her younger sister. Andromeda was free for the first time in what felt like forever. So instead of relishing it alone, she found a cabin full of other first years, and guess what? Surprisingly, she fit right in.
Much to her annoyance, Meda was sorted into Slytherin, something that obviously brought her parents great happiness. The poor girl has hated the Sorting Hat ever since, and found that she doesn't really fit in the house of the snake.
However, some of the newfound friends she'd made on the train ride down and sitting at her House table didn't care what house she'd been sorted into. Meda was amazed at how others could honestly care for her so much, even when they didn't know much about her. It was in those first few weeks at Hogwarts that she realized how wrong her parents were about everything.
Originally she's only wanted a break from the constant pestering, her mother always being there. But really, when she found her place at Hogwarts, Meda found herself. She found the friendly, talkative girl that had been suffocating for so long under her parents' cold stares. And over the years, Meda's found that she likes her new self better than the old one.
Meda honestly didn't feel so great.
Naturally, she wasn't one to drink heavily or smoke like a chimney. Rather, she preferred to keep her body healthy and happy. On occasion, she'd get herself a little buzzed, but that was only when she wanted to keep herself distracted.
But tonight was different. Tonight, she couldn't stop downing the tankards of firewhiskey that were set in front of her by the barman. Her vision was fuzzy, all the sounds seemed far off. Her head spun, making her feel quite nauseous.
It wasn't that she particularly liked being drunk. At the moment, though, it seemed a lovely alternative to being able to think clearly. Because tonight, there were things she didn't want to think about. Like what her parents had done to her. Stupid backstabbing traitors.
She'd always ground her teeth together and dealt with her parents. They'd been bad before, but now, things'd just reached a new level of hellishness. Maybe it was because the pair of them felt her slipping away that they felt the need to do this to her.
And if she could help it, it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't let herself be like putty in their hands. But it was so hard for her not to fall victim to their manipulation. She liked to keep people happy, but doing that for her parents was an endless, tedious task, something that never really got her anywhere.
Finally, she couldn't sit there anymore, wallowing in self pity. She couldn't just let her brain go by itself. The thick air of the room was suffocating her. She threw some gold on the counter and stumbled out of the Hog's Head. Once outside, she unloaded the contents of her stomach rather violently onto the freshly fallen snow.
Feeling a tad better, she turned around, only to realize that someone had been watching her. A Hufflepuff. One that she knew, as a matter of fact. Immediately, she felt her cheeks flush at the prospect of him having to see her upchucking. But he didn't seem to mind. She grinned at his greeting, feeling the cold of the air on her pearly white teeth. "Ahh, Ted. Just the person I was hoping to see. You wouldn't happen to want to help a poor drunken girl out, would you?"
Naturally, she wasn't one to drink heavily or smoke like a chimney. Rather, she preferred to keep her body healthy and happy. On occasion, she'd get herself a little buzzed, but that was only when she wanted to keep herself distracted.
But tonight was different. Tonight, she couldn't stop downing the tankards of firewhiskey that were set in front of her by the barman. Her vision was fuzzy, all the sounds seemed far off. Her head spun, making her feel quite nauseous.
It wasn't that she particularly liked being drunk. At the moment, though, it seemed a lovely alternative to being able to think clearly. Because tonight, there were things she didn't want to think about. Like what her parents had done to her. Stupid backstabbing traitors.
She'd always ground her teeth together and dealt with her parents. They'd been bad before, but now, things'd just reached a new level of hellishness. Maybe it was because the pair of them felt her slipping away that they felt the need to do this to her.
And if she could help it, it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't let herself be like putty in their hands. But it was so hard for her not to fall victim to their manipulation. She liked to keep people happy, but doing that for her parents was an endless, tedious task, something that never really got her anywhere.
Finally, she couldn't sit there anymore, wallowing in self pity. She couldn't just let her brain go by itself. The thick air of the room was suffocating her. She threw some gold on the counter and stumbled out of the Hog's Head. Once outside, she unloaded the contents of her stomach rather violently onto the freshly fallen snow.
Feeling a tad better, she turned around, only to realize that someone had been watching her. A Hufflepuff. One that she knew, as a matter of fact. Immediately, she felt her cheeks flush at the prospect of him having to see her upchucking. But he didn't seem to mind. She grinned at his greeting, feeling the cold of the air on her pearly white teeth. "Ahh, Ted. Just the person I was hoping to see. You wouldn't happen to want to help a poor drunken girl out, would you?"
