Post by MEGHAN LOUISE WARING on Mar 18, 2015 16:26:03 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Meghan Louise Waring AGE & BIRTHDAY nineteen (1 nov, 2005) OCCUPATION Animator/ Sculptor BLOOD STATUS half-blood FACE CLAIM Nadia Esra WAND TYPE Fourteen and half inches, Graphorn Skin, Blue Spruce. PATRONUS Whale PETS A ferret named Oscar ABILITIES/ SPECIES N/A Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style MEG's Rule's Of Life (according to an article she had read on the computer) Don't Knock it till you try it There's always that one moment of truth where you either give up or put your money where your mouth is and Meghan loved watching those moments. She was the type was the person who would try anything once be it wrong or right. Growing up with grandparents and her mother she was always faced with food or music she never thought of trying. Part of the reason why she's so odd is because her Grandfather was always bringing home weird new stories and lessons about life. Along with them came wrinkles and she memorized them like the text of her history of magic book. However there are downsides to being so willing. She found that she was allergic strawberries....she loved strawberries. She got her heart broken at the age of six by a boy with so many freckles she could connect them with a marker. She was sure if she had they would've told a story or lead her to a secret treasure. Sadly he thought the next door neighbor Lindsey was pretty and less weird than her. She rode her first broom at the age of seven and broke her arm for it. Of course she never gave up trying to learn, soon enough the practice broom her Grandma had convince her mom was a good idea was too slow for her. She couldn't wait for her turn at Hogwarts to start, she would finally get to ride a normal broom. A Suntan is earned Not Bought Meghan wasn't able to sit still long enough to be protected from the dangers of being observant and curious. Between getting lost and woods and falling from trees she learned that adventure while fun wasn't worth the amount of bruises and broken bones. She'd much rather be hurt for standing up for a cause. Even so she had a hard time taming the way her blood sung for the outdoors. When she was seven she convinced her mother to allow her a garden. What started as a few daisy turned into a backyard full of plants and vegetables that she adored. She spent countless hours in the heat and the cold giving her babies as much love as her seven year old form could possibly give. She earned each drop of sweat that made her tank top cling to her back and the way her hair would always gather dirt. Eleven years later and the flowers still outline the house, even if the vegetable garden has disappeared along with the people of her family. Her mother was traveling the country helping where she could and her grandparents were traveling the afterlife offering support or comfort to everyone who crossed their path. Meghan was sure that they were to strong minded and stubborn to stop being themselves even in death. All Guns Are Loaded Meg understood that words could be weapons if you used them right. they could tear you apart and leave you broken just as much as getting mugged in a brightly lit shopping center with a million witness and help could. She was aware the words like scared, alone, and i'm sorry could follow you like a lost puppy looking for a home. But not a cute little dog, no they were hellhounds always ripping another piece of your heart away. The best way to keep yourself from being wounded is to realise that without intent words mean nothing, however a few one night stands and almost always running she was sure that the words she spoke would never stop shooting her.How could she explain that she had learned love was knowing not to promise something that you couldn't follow through with and she loved him too much to say yes when she knew he wasn't enough for her. It was in the way he judge too harshly too quickly but was always able to admit his flaws and apologize. The way she could always lean on him for support but never leave the safety of his arms enough to need it. He was a double standard, a walking contradiction and she loved him the way everyone loves something that's horrible for them. Unable to let go, she admired in him moderation until the moment he introduced her to the one and then she remembered that Words were gun, every gun was loaded and that Karma was a bitch. He was gone and she learned that Addiction could sneak up on you like a shadow and you wouldn't know until the withdrawal hit you. Keep Your Word During school she had tried to make friends with everyone, at least on the surface and when she saw someone down she tried her best to cheer them up. It was hard not to notice when one of your class mates was going off the deep end. Living together for a good chunk of their lives meant they watched the habits they developed the nervous bite of the lip and watery eyes smile.Most importantly she made promises, to help in anyways she could and to use her art to cheer up people even if it was getting small paper dolls to dance around and cheer up homesick first years. Even so as she grew older than translated into being reliable and honest. A good listener and an avid supporter to those who earn and even some that don't. At the same time when she said there would be a backlash you could expect to see the halo disappear and the horns grow. Smile At Strangers Meghan loves quidditch games, not for the reason of watching the teams play but for the people. It didn't matter how old or young you were you were rallied together to support the team you wanted to win. She had never seen so many smiles at one time and she had seen a school full of sugar high children during Halloween. By the time she retired for the evening her cheeks were sore from smiling at so many strangers because sometimes even a fake smile could be turned real by having it returned genuinely.Like wise, she found that no matter where she went flying was something that a lot of people could understand. She wandering the first time she found a drag race, she was curious to see why there was so many people and her heart raced at the site of broom racing. She loved flying, she loved it more than she loved art at the same time she could never commit to quidditch. So she stood in the crowd smiling at back at the smiling faces and watching her passion fly by her at high speeds. Know How To Cook One Good Meal Cooking was something that Meghan enjoyed immensely if she could be a chef she would be but she could never commit to working her way up the ladder or someone yelling at her to do something their way. Still even with that she took as many cooking classes as she could fit her schedule of wandering. Being a nomad at heart she followed her mother's example sleeping at inns and staying at friends housing always making sure to leave them with incredibly food and enough left overs to make them want to invite her back.Sometimes good food could be more payment than money ever could, it didn't help that they never accepted her money. Now that she finally has her own apartment (not that she's ever home) She can't wait to invite people over just to cook for them and share her latest masterpiece. You Are What You Do Not What You Say Meg hand only met her father twice and from then on she was determined not to trust words over actions. There were times when words could only heal so much of the hurt not knowing why had brought. Phone calls and letters could only bring them so close and when she had realized that she was chapter of his life he had wished to delete from his life, it hurt. Her father like her mother was a half-blood only he married a muggle after and started a normal family. He was tired of wizarding world and it's constant struggles with idiot harboring false images of grandeur.The first time she had discovered a half-brother who was the apple of her father's eye and the only time she had seen him was in a hospital bed, as she was leaving. Pulling down the sleeve of her shirt after giving blood. Meghan wasn't a bitter person but after realizing that her father only contacted her to save the child he had actually wanted something in side her snapped. She couldn't trust pretty eyes and a nice smile in the same way her mother had grown addicted to men with inner beauty and dark brown eyes that matched hers. All her life she'd had an example of what a Man should be supportive, strong, responsible, strong-willed and a bit stubborn but also kind, honest, fair and flawed. Her father showed her the real reason her Grandfather never spoke his name, he was a weed that had managed to strangle the rose he tried to bloom into his daughter. He spent his whole life making sure the man didn't do the same thing to his granddaughter. If You Have To Fight, Punch First and Punch Hard The first time that Meg had ever used violence she was thirteen and angry. In her defense just because she was a hufflepuff didn't mean she was weak she was just too busy to deal with ambition, bravery, and brains. While she could have a lot of those things at different times, she was way too carefree and unconcerned to deal with them. She believed that the other houses were so blind with rivalry and being what their house represented that they forgot how to live and that's all she wanted to do was live.Being a typical Hufflepuff she was loyal to fault and bullying was a good reason to deck someone in the nose. Henry was fourteen years old four inches taller than her and worst Gryffindor she had ever met. It didn't help the fact that the loud mouth was bullying a Hufflepuff, she was adamant that she was justified she believed in making sure the other houses never underestimated Hufflepuffs again. After that she was just as quiet and seemingly unaware as she had been for for the three years she had attended Hogwarts. Even if she hadn't proven all hufflepuffs were just as tough as the other she had proven that she wasn't an airhead or weak. At least in the physical sense, emotionally was another story. just Because You Can Doesn't mean You Should The second time she had met her father she was seventeen and already an trying to establish herself artist between her animated sculptors and working both fields separately she had managed to save up a bit of money. It would've been so easy to walk away after handing over something like that, there would be no reason to mention it. He wanted reconciliation and that was something that Meg could never give him. There was something about the way his eyes stared past her as he apologized that she couldn't stomach. She sat there in the coffee shop with her want behind her ear waiting for him to meet her eyes, to show her genuine remorse but he didn't.Meg was a patient person, she could be forgiving and understanding but she was also as stubborn as her the people who raised her. The problem with that was sometimes she understood that just because you could forgive someone...that didn't mean you should. She wouldn't allow him to just brush eighteen years of neglect and making her feel unworthy in a simple meaningless apology. She smiled sadly and told him that he shouldn't try and contact her unless Jason got sick again and to her knowledge...he never did. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. |