Post by William Archer on Feb 3, 2014 17:52:01 GMT -5
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FEMALE
HUFFLEPUFF
HALF-BLOOD
BI-CURIOUS
KRISTEN STEWART
FAYE ALICIA STANLEY
 - - she needs to shelter from reality THE INTRODUCTION "faye alicia stanley. for such a simple name, you'd be surprised by just how many people screw with it. i've been fighting off nicknames for years - i mean, i'm sorry, but faye is a one-syllable name. there is no point in a nickname. anyways, i'm not exactly the sort that inspires a nickname. definitely not something like fe-fe or fa-fa. i think that just shows you how desperate people are to shove pet-names on people - fe-fe is practically rock bottom. and that'd make the pet-name longer than the real name. the entire point of nicknames is to shorten the proper name, isn't it? unless i've completely missed something. anyways, the entire nickname thing pissed me off when i was ten and it pisses me off now, so, friendly reminder: it's faye. not fe-fe, not fa-fa, not anything else you can fashion faye into. the heroines in stories always seem to downplay how they look, chatting on and on about how plain they are until some handsome boy with greeny-blue or chocolate brown (it's painful) eyes comes strolling out of the forest or whatever and starts waxing lyrical about her beauty. i'd like to make it clear, though, that i'm not going to downplay, because there's nothing much there. i'm about as interesting-looking as a cabbage. alright, so i'm slim, but no matter how great that is, there's no denying that curves would probably be a much better deal than these scrawny legs. primary school, age nine, swimming lessons. an entire year of the boys barging into me and clucking like a chicken because some sweet, charming classmate made the comparison. i bruise like a peach, too - one little knock and i'm black and blue all over. it's the pale skin. i'd like to say that i tan beautifully in the summer, but really, i'm not that fortunate. i burn, i peel. it's a vicious cycle. i just let it sort of happen nowadays. aside from the scrawny legs and my sharing traits with a fruit, i would like to put in the fact that i quite like my bone structure. i went through the most awkward phase of my life when i was around thirteen, and i looked scarily reminiscent to a weasel - that was around the time i started wearing all black clothes, along with black nail varnish and scary raccoon-like eyeliner, just to emphasize how black my soul was (i have since introduced khaki, navy and occasionally red into my wardrobe) - plus, my front teeth and ears both seemed to expand that year and gave me a generally awkward look that prompted me to get rid of every single photo of me at that age. i've hidden them well, and i'm considering just setting them on fire. thankfully, i grew into my ears and front teeth and the cheekbones became more prominent. i could probably cut glass on these babies. still, though, it's not often you hear someone's cheekbones being remarked upon. it's not like you can claim you're attractive because you have great bone structure. i don't think i'm ugly, or whatever, i'm just trying to be realistic. scrawny legs and great bone structure a beauty do not make. to round it all up; i'm ludicrously plain. if i break out some of the eyeliner (i've learned how to control myself with it, and no longer resemble a raccoon) and lippy, i can look somewhat striking, but it can also be kind of scary. i think it's because i'm so pale, and my eyes are quite dark - whenever i do anything slightly dramatic it makes people jump about a foot in the air. my clothing style has gone from weak to weaker. i've started to jazz it up a bit, though, mainly because i think my friends were embarrassed by my distinct lack of style. i wore ordinary-ish young-girl clothes until i was twelve (although there is a picture of me from when i was about seven, with my hair in bunches, wearing pink dungarees, of all hideous things), and then there was the mega dark clothing debacle - which, thankfully, passed - and then there was the fateful year of the band t-shirts, in which i wore over-sized t-shirts and jeans after over-sized t-shirts and jeans and refused to deign to shove on anything but. i was a force of nature. there was no dragging me away from my over-sized band t-shirts. i progressed a bit into the shorts-and-skirts area of things, and decided to dredge a bit of sass into my style, but i've gotten to the point where laziness overtakes fashion sense by miles. i never even tie my shoes properly, for maximum ease of slipping out of them. tracksuit bottoms are my go-to, and i could sleep in jeans. shopping is just not my thing. it's because it never seems to have any purpose. alright, so grocery shopping works for me - jot down a list, go through the shop, get your stuff, back out, don't return for at least a week until strictly necessary. sorted. clothes shopping is a whole different scenario. the energy you have to put into figuring out which dress is right for your body type and all that malarkey. i'd rather not. wish i had the spark and enthusiasm, but i don't. and therein lies the dilemma. i'd go hardcore into all of the so-called important details - my personality, my hopes, my dreams, my flaws - but nobody really wants to hear about all of that, do they? they probably want to hear your flaws. cheers people up to no end, when someone else is really crap at something. let's be real, here - i know that i can get cocky about my superior grocery-shopping skills. and anyways, it's not as if anyone gives a real account of what they're like. it's too depressing. people either, you know, glam it up or drudge it down, to get a bit of respect, or sympathy, or whatever else they can get their grabby hands on." FAMILY LIFE "the family. the family. oh, god. here we go. i'm a teenage girl, what do you expect? it's not like we're the brady bunch, all huddled together in front of the fireplace singing songs and grasping hands and playfully bantering over hot chocolate. but then we're not a massive whirlpool of angst, either. as far as i know, there's never been any big scandal in the family, unless i seriously missed something. which is doubtful, because half of the time i think i'm the only one who has the slightest clue what the hell is going on. trust me. it's like entering a mad house. you've barely got your foot in the door and you're knocking over a pile of books or cds that are stacked haphazardly in the middle of the hall, or you're walking smack-bang into my mum who's got her heads stuck in the clouds, as per. i realised pretty soon that my parents were not competent enough to deal with a household, let me tell you, so since i was about eleven every time i'm home from hogwarts i man all of the cooking and cleaning. it's a bore, but it gives me something to do, and it means everyone gets fed. and i just like everything to be in order. not that it ever is, in our house, but i make sure that everything's passably clean. in the dormitory at school i can pretty much lord over it and make sure that everything's pristine, but i know when something's a waste of energy, and if i ordered a stack of cds someone'd just bump into it or dump another stack in its midst and the whole dodgy business would start all over again. seriously not worth it. i have a weird talent of being able to pick out cds, though, and books. someone'll turn around and be like, "hey, faye, find me that weird cd i got in the charity shop the other day" and instinctively i'll know where it is. and usually it's somewhere completely idiotic, like beside the kettle or underneath someone's jacket. my parents are both pretty airy-fairy, artsy-fartsy, however you want to refer to it. my dad is a manager of an arts center in town - a muggle one, which is pretty screwy seeing as he's a wizard, but there you go, that's dad for you - and he's also a poetry enthusiast. he gets this dreamy look on his face and starts flicking through one of his many poetry books manically and everyone makes themselves pretty scarce very quickly but if you get stuck with him you'll be lucky to get out alive. the man really likes his poetry. i just don't get it. all that metaphor bull. all those hidden meanings. i like it when people just turn around and say stuff. not that I don't appreciate art and all that guff, i'm just not so passionate about it as those two nutters. the other nutter extraordinaire is my mum, and she's a sculptor. the real deal. she means well, but if she gets stuck into something she won't resurface for ages and you'll have to say something to her at least three times before she fully comprehends it, and even then it's dubious if she does. makes it really easy to come and go as I please, though - i'll just yell at her that I'm going out and she'll make some vague reply and then i'll disappear before it occurs to her to ask where i'm going. iot that I'd lie, because i suck at lying. it's tragic, really. i'd love to be able to give a good lie, but it makes me feel queasy and i go all red and get fidgety and start mucking around with my hair. it makes me seem about twelve years old, and I hate that. Losing composure is one of the worst things i could do. mum's a muggle, but she's pretty well adjusted to us being magical. she's dippy like that. i think if i was a muggle, i'd be seriously weirded out by all this magic lark. the oldest of us three kids is Sam - he's twenty six, and he's a bore. i mean, yeah, he's my brother, and he's okay, but you wouldn't believe he came from my parents. he wears starchy suits and disapproves of me like no one ever has before. it's quite funny, actually. he'll wrinkle his nose up and look me up and down and i'm like, cheers, samuel, i know i'm a bit scruffy, but you could at least pretend that i look acceptable. he doesn't seem to approve much of our sister, either - he's ridiculously normal, and conservative to the point of it being downright ludicrous. he works in the Ministry, in the department of transportation or something utterly lame like that, and swaggers around with a bunch of other ministry morons, all of whom seem to think they're saving the world or something. like regular harry potters. ooh, the floo-network is acting up. Better call samuel stanley to get it fixed! starchy suit-wearer by day, dashing fireplace-fixer by night. that's our boy. zanna's the second oldest, and she's twenty-three, and we get along way better with each other than we do with sam. it could've gone either way with me and Zanna, really - she's pretty sharp and sarcastic and couldn't give a toss about anyone, and i get compared to her quite a lot, which can either be embarrassing or irritating or awkward, depending on my mood. i'm way more chill than her, though, and i'd like to hazard a guess that I'm more responsible. she basically treats me like I'm her age, probably because she's rubbish at being an older sister, but that suits me perfectly because i don't need someone getting protective of me and giving me advice and all that jazz. i can look after myself, seriously - and i'm not saying that to sound tough. i'm moderately tough, but i'm not bullet-proof, or anything. i just like looking after myself. my stomach gets knotty when people try and shelter me, and honestly, it sort of pisses me off. i cook for myself (except when at hogwarts, but it's not like i could produce anything remotely as good as they do for us), i clean for myself, i sort out my own problems, i stay out of drama. it works out for me. obviously not everything always goes to plan, but I think I'm probably better at handling myself now than most kids my age are. i'm not trying to sound better than anyone, here. it's just a fact. there's nothing particularly wrong with being sheltered, it just seriously doesn't roll with me. and i'd also like to demolish the popular belief that teenagers are dumb and immature in general - most of the adults i come across are dumb and immature, and so when they get all uppity with us for having a drink or two or whatever it makes me want to gag." she takes a dip in my daydreams - - CHILDHOOD "i think i was sort of born grumpy. with most kids, they're these cheery little fairies or whatever until they hit, like, twelve or thirteen, and then all of the doom and gloom descends and their parents are scratching their heads and wondering why they're sleeping in until late afternoon. (hint: they're probably snoozing off all of the alcohol from the previous night.) i was a different case, though - i was grumpy since the day i popped out of my mum, and i've had a healthy balance of the grumps since then. so i think i was well-prepared for teenage life, in a way. the remarks at my parent-teacher meetings for years were shudder inducing, though - every single time my parents would return home, beaming, and inform me that they were told i was a "mature, responsible, dependable girl". mature and responsible? yeah, that's what every ten-year-old wants to hear. screw charm and talent and general loveliness. they want to be mature and responsible. basically, they were calling me boring, and i resented that. my last year of primary, though, my parents relayed that the teacher said i had a "potential for an attitude". even though that's a completely ridiculous thing to say - doesn't everyone have a potential for an attitude? - i took it far better than the other ones. give me an attitude over mature any day. even though i obviously entered this world with that serious grumpy edge, it wasn't like i was sulking all through my childhood. i went through a standard tom boy-ish phase when i was about four or five, and although i sort of passed through that one, i still got on better with guys than girls, even then. not sure why. i got on with most of the girls too, though - i had a best friend for years whose name i can't even remember now, but she was tiny, like the tiniest kid you've ever seen in your life, with these massive eyes and a button nose, and she basically always reminded me of a marshmallow. fully kitted out in pink, all soft and cutesy. we were almost complete opposites, but who the hell knows why you make friends with people when you're a kid? anyways, i was sort of the leader out of the two of us. she counted on me to protect her from most of the others (her shyness was crippling) and i counted on her to swap sandwiches with me, because the ones my mum made were always tomato, which i'm not fond of. not that i could get that through to mum, though - no matter how many times i stood in front of her and calmly informed her that i did not like tomato sandwiches, and would far prefer something a bit less soggy, like ham, she'd still get that dreamy look in her eyes and the next day i'd open my lunch-box and be completely disappointed. but my friend always had ham sandwiches, and so we swapped every day. an unspoken agreement. that makes it sound like a business relationship, but, hey. it was true friendship. another remark i got from a parent-teacher meeting was "strong" and "forthright", but i have my suspicions that was just because in comparison to marshmallow girl i seemed like a flipping gladiator. whenever any of the boys kicked their ball towards our place in the playground and started yelling at marshmallow to kick it back, i always felt morally obliged to have an encounter. i also think that was her polite word for bossy. which isn't true. i just like things to be done right, and well. well, i did, when i was seven, and the worst i had to worry about was a blotchy art-piece to hang up in the school corridor for people to coo at and pretend to be impressed. i think teachers must just nod and smile and say a load of complimentary guff to ward parents off. that's what i'd do. i once got "has a great sense of humour". really? i think even my parents were surprised at that. it was a pretty good child-hood, though. nothing to go wow about, but pretty nice. i was always kind of independent, but you sort of have to be, if you have dippy parents like mine. mum would always be forgetting my appointments and stuff like that if it wasn't for me. i know a lot about art and literature, too, even though i'm not what you'd call artsy-crafty. people always expect me to be - with parents like mine, they automatically assume i'll have some sort of gift. wrong. so wrong. that, and if you're sort of quiet and give off a general pissed-off vibe most of the time, people come to the conclusion that you're deep, and a true thinker, and must be intense and creative in your spare time. again, wrong. you might just seem pissed off a lot. it's sad, but it's true." HOGWARTS "obviously for kids from muggle families, for them getting their hogwarts letter is, like, a milestone. but we knew it was going to happen - i mean, i turned eleven, i saw it coming. zanna was in, like, her last year, i think, when i went. sam had already left, thank god. if i got a detention he'd probably be on my heels for the rest of the year. that, or he'd ignore me entirely. oh, sam. what a weirdo. anyways, i go to hogwarts, i put the hat on my head, and i get put into hufflepuff. i mean, sorry? unexpected as hell. at first i was even sort of irritated. i'd expected slytherin, really. at the end of the day, it seemed like where i would belong. hufflepuff just sounded so - perky. but in a really annoying way. like an aggressive perky. i felt like i'd fit in far more over at the green and silver table, and i was totally wrong-footed that first night. you come to realise, though, that it doesn't really matter. there are good things about hufflepuff - okay? and who's a hat to tell you who you are, anyway? i think the whole sorting hat ordeal is stupid, anyways. it's not like we really need houses. just evenly divide the first years into different dormitories or whatever without informing them that they're brave, or their ambitious, or whatever, without them having figured it out themselves. yes, okay, i know it's tradition. but godric gryffindor can kiss my ass - it's gits like him whipping off their hats and coming up with stupid solutions to non-problems that make the world so damn annoying. so i settled into hufflepuff, and i kind of started to liking wearing the yellow and black tie. the colours suit me, so it's whatever, you know? i was probably one of the first in our year who figured out her way around the whole castle - i like to get a decent sense of my surroundings, and, when pushed, i can be curious about things, so on one of the first weekends i did a trek around the entire place, getting my bearings and whatnot, so i didn't have to rely on anyone else to sort me out. mum once told me - fondly, weirdly enough - that i can scare people off because i have a prickly vibe. it's true. i do. even when i was eleven, i came off as a bit prickly. i'm not intimidating in the slightest, really - unless chicken legs, awkwardness and good bone structure terrifies you - but my vibe kind of scared potential friends off for a while. after a bit, though, when people started properly talking to me, i usually got surprised exclamations of, "oh, you're not horrible!" and if they didn't say it, i knew they were thinking it. i realise that i come across as grouchy sometimes, but it was a bit offensive at times. eventually, though, when everyone realised that i was harmless - mostly - i became friendly with most of the year. well. friendly is perhaps a stretch, but i could sit beside any of them, no bother. i've always felt slightly on the edges, but i like to keep it that way. i don't want to plunge myself right into the middle of a big group - honestly, i've not got the patience, and it's not like school is such a big freaking deal. i'm just sitting out my teenage years until i can actually do something with my life. go places, see things, fill in something else inspiration and sentimental in the black, etc. you know how most teenagers seem to sort of sink into a ton of drama and self-loathing and rebellion? well, i've managed to come out mostly unscathed. i can practically sense your boredom. it's not that i stick by the rules, but i just have a ridiculous amount of control. and composure. it probably sounds like i'm bragging. if it levels it out any, i'm still not charming or talented. there you go. self-deprecation, and all that. anyways, i skip class and i don't do homework sometimes and i've sneaked out and i've drank and i started up smoking last year, but it's all in moderation (with the exception of the smoking) and i've held onto myself the entire time. it's all about composure; it's all about being sure of yourself, aware of yourself. am i really sure of myself? like hell i am. but i'm sure i have things sorted out to an extent, i'm sure i have control over the situations i am in, i'm sure that i'm independent and i'm sure that i can take care of myself. and i'm just glad that i can manage that, because a lot of people just can't. and it's not their fault, really. but i just map out my strategies and i take charge of myself and i chill. i mean, yeah, okay. easy for me to chill - i live in a castle and practice magic. literally. but i don't let the small stuff stress me out - it was a conscious decision at first, but now it's almost easy. almost. i'm still insecure - i don't think i've ever met a really secure person in my life. but i tell myself that i won't let the insecurities make me spiral, or whatever, and they don't. i'm not even sure how much longer i can keep it up, but so far, i've done pretty well. the composure thing is because i hate feeling vulnerable, and therefore i'm not too crazy about crying or getting furious in front of people. also, it's sort of intimidating to other people, to be able to jerk your head upwards and appraise them coolly and turn your mouth down slightly. they get freaked, because they don't know what you're thinking. half of the time you're thinking about what's for lunch, or where you can sneak off for your next fag - something dumb like that. but they don't know. that's the key. as stated before, way up, i'm super lazy. it's gotten to ridiculous stages. i do the bare minimum of homework and study and then crash every night, or spend my time reading a book, or smoking, or finding one of my friends to entertain me. i value time spent alone highly - i really don't get people who need to be social 24/7 - but the boredom can eat away at me sometimes. it's weird, i can be so chill for so long and then suddenly i'll get restless and i'll just have to do something active. anyways, i just did my o.w.ls, and i'd say i scraped passes in most of the subjects. i didn't do super well in anything, but i probably didn't fail anything, other than history of magic, which is perhaps the most boring class in the world. i'd say i'll get something perfectly average, and my parents will just be pleased that i didn't completely bomb anything (with the possible exception, as i've previously stated, of history of magic) or drop out of school or whatever. actually, i don't think they'd really mind if i dropped out - they're fairly open-minded - but i've not got anything much else to do. i'd probably end up being their live-in maid or something. or working at the arts center with my dad. anyways, i like hogwarts, i do. i think there's something quite cool about boarding schools in general - i'd want to go to one even if i was a muggle. i think it helps you stand on your own two feet, for one thing. i mean, okay, all of the teachers are around and whatnot, but there are no parents to nag you to death to do your homework or be good or whatever. you have to figure that out for yourself. probably does people a world of confidence, too, although i've still got the blushing thing going on. hogwarts isn't, like, as amazing to me as it is some people, but it's a seriously nifty place, i'll give it that. a big old castle with trick steps and hidden rooms and ghosts dotted everywhere. sometimes i wonder how i can get bored there." - - - it's three in the morning, and i'm trying to change your mind ROMANCE "no. just no. a big, fat no. i should've guessed you wanted more information. alright, so for years, i was hardcore into denying that there was a romantic bone in my body. i thought teenage romance was stupid, and shallow, and basically that was just me being a massive bitch. i mean, who cares? who the hell am i to turn around and say what someone else is feeling for someone isn't real just because they happen to be fifteen? it might be, it might not be. there's this suggestion that loving someone is weak, but i think that's bull. if you fancy someone, that's okay, and if they fancy you, that's even better. and if you're with someone, you should enjoy it. screw other people, you know? now, have i ever been in a relationship? i repeat: no. just no. it's hard to sort out what you think about all these things, because you're never sure if it's what you're thinking, or what has been forced onto you by - i don't know, society, or the media, or whatever. in some ways, i think it's true that people feel like they have to be in relationships, to confirm something, like their worth or whatever. and obviously that's bullshit. but on the other hand, i'm like, going back to the whole supposedly 'weak' thing. so many people seem completely averse to the idea of relationships, and, hell they can't be that bad. and i've never been bothered to get a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or whatever, but if you say you don't care everyone'll assume you're lying. and if you get angry about it when people assume you're lying, people think you're being over-defensive. a vicious cycle. hey, maybe i would like someone who'd really care about me, who i'd really get along with. fact of the matter is, though, i'm not just going to go out with anyone. i'll go out with someone i fancy. someone who's interesting, a bit of a laugh. i haven't found anyone like that yet. maybe i'm too closed off, but that's hardly going to change anytime soon, so, whatever. and anyways, i'm sixteen. do i need to find the love of my life before i leave school? do i hell. my sexuality's sort of at that blurry point at the minute. i think probably everyone wonders about their sexuality at some point, and i'm still not, like, for sure. i definitely like guys - i've never snogged a guy sober, but i have quite a few times drunk, and it's - well, it's kind of awful. again, maybe it's the high standards. maybe people just get sloppy when they're drunk. but, ugh. it's, like, a freaking tongue being jammed down your throat, and grabby hands. not exactly my idea of a turn-on, you know? my first snog was pretty good - i'll admit to that. a guy a couple of years older than me. cute. a bit of a weirdo, but i seem to attract them. the rest, though? the rest were diabolical. and i've never kissed a girl. not yet. i suppose i'm classed as bi-curious, because i just don't know. i'm not very open about sexual stuff, either - i've snogged some people, i've gone a bit further with others, but i wouldn't go around telling people what i've done and with whom. it's unnecessary, and i highly doubt anyone cares. to summarize that load of waffle: there has been nothing particularly noteworthy romance-wise in my sixteen years. and sometimes that makes me feel a bit embarrassed. well, it used to. but it doesn't matter, no matter how much everyone else seems to think it does." FUN FACTS "because, you know, i'm so much fun. i've been a vegetarian since i was twelve. i just don't really like the taste of meat, and i wanted to see if i could manage it, and i happen to very much like vegetables. sorted. my diet's a bit different from most teenagers', though, in general - i like being healthy. i know a lot of people seem to think they're fabulous because they can eat a large pizza in three seconds flat, but frankly i enjoy munching on veggies. looking up vegetarian dishes and making them's pretty fun, too. i'm not crazy on cooking, but i enjoy the challenge. so i'm not huge on junk food, either. putting me poles apart from a lot of the others in my year. they practically inhale food. i have a thing for older guys, usually. this should probably be in the romance section, but whatever. i just like older guys. i think it's because i get on with people a bit older than me better in general. and i'm not a fan of overly cocky guys - confidence is attractive, yada yada, i'll admit it. but awkwardness can be sort of endearing, too. just putting it out there. i volunteer sometimes during the holidays at the arts center - thrilling, am i right? hey, it's okay. i'm friendly with most of the others who work and volunteer there, and usually all of the artsy guff is pretty interesting. and if i'm collecting ticket stubs for a play and there are a few free seats, i can always sneak in for free. handy thing about having a dad being the manager, let me tell you. i couldn't tell you why i started smoking. i just don't know. but i did, and it's sort of dumb, but i don't think i'd be able to go back to not smoking, not just yet. i like having them, they sort of protect me. which is weird, and stupid, but there you go. if i was going to a party, i'd pick having cigarettes over alcohol. anyways, if i give zanna the money, she'll buy them for me, or else i get someone older to get them for me, which feels totally juvenile but there's nothing i can do about it. i can get served in some places, but on other occasions it's quite tricky. in all honesty, i'm kind of bored with life right now. i need something to happen. if something did, though, i'd probably ignore it. like i said; i'm terribly lazy." this will scroll. 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