Post by BREE on Feb 11, 2014 4:30:07 GMT -5
[presto]
EIGHTEEN
FEMALE
SALES ASSISTANT
PUREBLOOD
HETEROSEXUAL
BLAKE LIVELY
AGNES CELIA BASS
 Hiya! So, the name's Aggy... no last name. Trust me, if you knew my last name, judgement would immediately come with it, especially if you've met my mother and little sisters - all of which are real pieces of work, I'll tell you that much! I suppose you can call me... the black sheep of my immediate family? I'm not sure. I just know that, I sure as heck haven't really fit in that well after certain circumstances, hey? Let me start off by, uh, telling you the story from the start of my ever-so fabulous life as a Bass lady, hmm? It all started when I was born. Ever since I can remember, my mother has drilled it into my head that being a 'lady' is important, that my manners have to impeccable and that, quite simply, being an 'air-headed floozy' (direct quote) is not acceptable, under any terms and conditions, especially with being a Bass. And what's a 'Bass', you ask? Well, a 'Bass' is pretty much somebody who's grown up entitled. Who's had money (though not as much as some Purebloods), and grown up with all the latest editions of dress robes, and a mansion to boot. Let me get this straight, I don't mind the perks of coming from a 'rich' family. It's more that I mind the people. Not all Purebloods are bad, mind you, just... cold. A lot of them are cold, and I don't know how to deal with that. I still don't. Anyhow, as a kid, all I really remember doing is trying on clothes and going to a lot of functions. Not only Pureblood functions, but Ministry of Magic ones as well. My dad was a ministry employee, apparently pretty high up there. I think he went to court and just argued a lot for money, or more money. He grew up pretty much swimming in it. But anyways, he's gone now. Killed by a rogue Auror... I'll never forget that day. It was January 24th, 2019. I was twelve. I remember being told my the Headmistress that I needed to floo home, that it was urgent. I remember feeling cold... which makes sense. When I got home, my mother's face was blank, not a trace of emotion in it... just empty. My sisters, Arista and Aurora, were sitting on the lounges behind her, crying, gathered in my Grandmother Celia's arms. "Your Father's gone, Aggy. It's just us now," was what my mother said... and that was it. She disappeared from the room to go upstairs. No attempt to comfort me. I remember freezing, not knowing what to do... and then getting angry. I don't get angry very much. But I remember chasing her up the stairs and screaming, "You're lying! You're lying! He's not dead, he's not dead!" and the house elves having to restrain me, having to hold me back whilst Mother never took a second glance back... and then I sat in the stairwell until the next day when I was sent back to school because there was 'no sense in your mark's suffering, Agnes Celia Bass.' The only time I've ever seen my mother upset about my father has been in public... and when I was little, I didn't really know why. I didn't get it so the next break, I asked to visit my Grandmother Celia instead of returning to my home. Now, my Grandmother Celia is a lady, don't get me wrong. But she's a lot more relaxed than my mother ever was, and I like spending time with her. When I asked about my mother only being upset to the public, it took a lot of begging and wheedling until she finally gave in, telling me in the utmost confidence that my mother really only married my father for more money, not for love, and that she gave up a wonderful man that she had legitimate feelings for in the process. Grandmother Celia says she doesn't understand that, that my mother wasn't the daughter she had raised. I don't get it either. Love seems like such a good reason to get married... there's always going to be money. How often is there going to be love? My relationship with my mother has only really gone downhill from there... I started realising just how cold she was after that. I don't really talk to her now, except for the odd owl. School... school was when I really started becoming myself. Much to my family's disappointment, I was sorted into Hufflepuff. Yes, yes, the 'duffer' house. But say what you want, I was bloody proud to be a Hufflepuff. It was great! I made a ton of friends, and there's no real house rivalries (which are silly, in my opinion) so I got to talk to everyone, no matter what house they were... or year. I think I was smart to become friends with some of the older kids. It certainly helped in getting alcohol later on! I wouldn't call myself the most... studious student, that's for sure. I just didn't try because I didn't know what I wanted to do, and I didn't want a stuffy job that required high marks. I mostly just passed notes to my friends, sucked on sugar quills, or had eye-sex with people... or skipped class to snog. Snogging is absolutely fabulous, definitely my favourite past time. I didn't really get into until I was... fourteen? Maybe thirteen? I dunno. All I know is that I was addicted after my first kiss! Never slept with anyone though... kissing did me well enough until my first and only serious boyfriend, Damien Malfoy. Ah... Damien Malfoy... what a hunk of a man, even to this day. We're still on pretty good terms! Just between school and family drama and me leaving Hogwarts because I was a year old... we drifted apart. It's only natural. We still talk, and catch up for ice-cream every now and then which is fab because, y'know, it's ice-cream which is our thing. I think we first starting talking because I had ink on my face or something? I was definitely acquainted with his older brother - I think Dao was a little jealous because he'd had the pleasure making out with me first. Scorpius isn't my type though... nice enough guy, I guess. He's with my friend Roxanne now. I don't know how long they've been together now? Anyways, Dao and I still talk which makes me happy. He was my first love... and it seems kind of sad not to talk to somebody you used to love with all your heart, doesn't it? I think I'm a bit of a romantic. I just love love? I tend to match-make all my friends. I've been told it's a horrible habit, but I know they secretly love it. Anyways, school is over and done with now! I've got a job now, I've moved out of home, and I'm loving it! Madam Malkin has taken me on as a bit of a protege? Is that the word? That's what she calls it, anyways. She designs robes, and I love fashion, and I think designing is what I want to do. I guess we'll see, won't we? Anyhow, this has been fun. Must do it again sometime. Stay fabulous! BREE NINETEEN NSW, AUS |
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