Wendy Darling - 16 - Sixth Year Ravenclaw - Writer
"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." {Fairytale Hogwarts RP group}
“Yeah he doesn’t seem to be really feeling too well… I hope he’s ok.”
Though if you’d asked her, Wendy would have said she was more of a dog person, what she really was was a fan of anything friendly that walked on four legs. So, the moment she’d seen the cat in the arms of the older Ravenclaw, she’d made a beeline for him and requested to pet him. “Oh no!” she said sympathetically upon hearing the other girl’s words. “How long has he been feeling poorly?”
Sheldon was never one who perfectly stuck in the mold of being a ravenclaw, but he still tried to keep some of his grades up. Yet once he joined the quidditch team it seemed like he was stuck juggling two things that he felt the need to exceed in. So once he found out that he had been recommended to get a tutor the ravenclaw resented it and allowed his grades to drop even more. And once the head of the house found out, the recommendation turned into a requirement.
So as Sheldon entered the library he debated on just leaving. He could easily say that he forgot, or had too busy of a schedule to show up. For a few moments Sheldon remained standing in the middle of the library looking around for anyone who looked tutor worthy, but for the most part the library remained empty except for a few older students studying for potions. With a sigh Sheldon sat near the group to blend in and began to act like he was taking some kind of notes.
Every time a different person entered the library Sheldon would look up to make sure it wasn’t possibly his tutor. But once an upperclassman of the same house entered the library Sheldon automatically knew that she was his tutor. As she walked towards him Sheldon continued to act like he was writing, only looking up when she began to talk to him.
“Uhh, yeah.. why?” Sheldon asked hoping that if he played dumb maybe the seventh year ravenclaw would think that she had the wrong student.
Wendy looked the boy over. Prone to self-doubt, she briefly considered she might’ve had the wrong name. But she quickly brushed the thought from her mind. What were the odds that she had gotten the wrong name and it just so happened to be his name? More specifically, what were the odds of it being the name of the only person sitting by himself where she was supposed to tutor someone? Wendy was willing to bet the answer was “not very high.”
Raising an eyebrow, she slid into the seat next to him. “Well,” she began matter-of-factly, knowing how to deal with charges trying to get out of unpleasant things. “We sure have a lot of work to do if you can’t even remember you have tutoring. Perhaps we should have our tutoring sessions more often,” she continued, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Or else how will you ever be able to remember the dates for History of Magic?”
“Don’t forget your essay is due tomorrow,” the professor noted before dismissing the class for the day. There were mixed responses from the students - ranging from groans to wishing the teacher a good day - as they filed out. Most streamed in one of four directions, heading to their respective common rooms before dinner.
Wendy, however, having agreed to tutor a fifth year, headed for the library. All she knew was the boy’s year and his name, but surely there wouldn’t be that many students in the library at this time. He’ll be easy to find, she told herself as she tugged open the door to the library.
I️ was right about one thing, she thought, surveying the library. There aren’t many students here… But the problem was, the only boy who looked like he was a fifth year was a Ravenclaw. Even though Wendy didn’t know every Ravenclaw personally, she could recognize her housemates on sight. Still, while it might seem improbable that a Ravenclaw need tutoring, Wendy knew I️t was not impossible.
”Excuse me?” she said, coming up to his table. “You wouldn’t happen to be Sheldon, would you?”
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Once upon a time there was a Siamese cat who pretended to be a lion and spoke inappropriate Zebraic.
That language is whinnied by the race of striped horses in Africa.
Here now: An innocent zebra is walking in a jungle, and approaching from another direction is the little cat; they meet.
“Hello there!” says the Siamese cat in perfectly pronounced Zebraic. “It certainly is a pleasant day, isn’t it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing, isn’t the world a lovely place to live today!”
The zebra is so astonished at hearing a Siamese cat speaking like a zebra, why, he’s just fit to be tied.
So the little cat quickly ties him up, kills him, and drags the better parts of the carcass back to his den.
The cat successfully hunted zebras many months in this manner, dining on filet mignon of zebra every night, and from the better hides he made bow neckties and wide belts after the fashion of the decadent princes of the Old Siamese court.
He began boasting to his friends he was a lion, and he gave them as proof the fact that he hunted zebras.
The delicate noses of the zebras told them there was really no lion in the neighborhood. The zebra deaths caused many to avoid the region. Superstitious, they decided the woods were haunted by the ghost of a lion.
One day the storyteller of the zebras was ambling, and through his mind ran plots for stories to amuse the other zebras, when suddenly his eyes brightened, and he said, “That’s it! I’ll tell a story about a Siamese cat who learns to speak our language! What an idea! That’ll make ’em laugh!”
Just then the Siamese cat appeared before him, and said, “Hello there! Pleasant day today, isn’t it!”
The zebra storyteller wasn’t fit to be tied at hearing a cat speaking his language, because he’d been thinking about that very thing.
He took a good look at the cat, and he didn’t know why, but there was something about his looks he didn’t like, so he kicked him with a hoof and killed him.
That is the function of the storyteller.
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046: Does your character eventually want a family? Or will they never marry?
Despite her misgivings about just being a housewife, Wendy does want a family more than just about anything. She wants a place to belong, she wants her own children someday, and she wants to eventually fall in love, like the characters in her storybooks.
058: Who’s one person your character wishes they talked to more often?
Her brother, John. They see each other in the common room, but she doesn’t know his friends so she doesn’t come over to talk. Besides that, she often lets school get in the way, and then in summers they rarely see each other due to her not living at home.
059: What is your character most loyal about?
Wendy is most loyal about her family. Who she perceives as her family is different, though, because of her familial issues. Her perceived family constitutes her brothers, close friends, and anyone she thinks needs a family, like the kids at orphanage. Wendy will do anything for her family members. If they need her, she’ll drop everything.
On the subject, Wendy still has latent ties to her parents. She resents them because they turned their backs on what she cares most about: family. Despite her feelings of betrayal having scarred over the years, she still feels more hurt than she wants to. She wants to believe she’s moved on and that they aren’t her family anymore - that she’s as orphaned as the kids she cares for - but she often finds herself thinking of pleasant memories of the two of them, especially on their birthdays and other holidays. These, in turn, drudge up painful feelings, and the two emotions leave her feeling confused, betrayed, and lonely.
052: What’s the most important lesson your student has learned outside of school?
Her job at the orphanage has taught Wendy to be more assertive and more of a leader. She’s still hesitant to take charge in most situations, but it’s taught her to be more comfortable in making decisions and getting others to listen to them, even if those others are just younger kids. It’s a work in progress - a lesson she hasn’t completely learned.
045: What’s your characters favorite season and why?
Wendy loves winter and everything that comes with it - snow, Christmas, hot chocolate, curling up by the fire with a good book. Some of her fondest childhood memories are of snowball fights and igloo forts with her brothers, and she likes continuing the tradition with the kids at the orphanage.
- People always think Wendy is younger than she is. Sometimes it’s only by a few years, and then sometimes the employees at the book store will direct her to the children’s section instead of the teens’.
-She knows a ridiculous amount about Blackbeard than one would expect due to reading five books about him during a phase when she was twelve.
-Christmas is her favorite holiday.
-Wendy is good at herbology - it plays to her nurturing nature. She likes it when she’s stressed because it helps her take her mind off whatever is bothering her. But, in that case she runs the risk of drudging up memories of gardening with her mother. They’re good memories, but they’ve been marred by her lack of relationship with her parents now. Writing is a much less risky way to spend her time.
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Anonymous asked:
NYELLS INTO MY HANDS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH !! NONNIE THIS IS SO SWEET IM DEAD. like ?? idk I just !! really love !! percy !! I feel like Ive been through so much with him ( as a character I have been rping for almost a decade now ) and I just can’t keep myself away I always come back to him and him alone. I love one ( 1 ) demigod to the ends of this earth.
but in all seriousness he is such a good character to address the fact you don’t always get this black / white mentality !! he clearly shows a grey moral area. he’s a character that regularly agrees with those labeled the “villain” just as much as he agrees with what is “right” and I think ?? that is really what makes him so important to me. he is good. percy fights for the betterment of others. percy fights for balance and justice and hope. percy pushes himself to be that person who others can trust. he’s also ruthlessly, mercilessly brutal and vindicitve and cunning and pathological in the way he approaches obsticles set in his path. he’s manipulative and angry. percy is a character who acts one way while thinking something totally different !! when people look at him they see someone whos going to cause problems — they see someone untruthworthy and terrifying — and percy does very little to disuade that idea. percy continuously loses more then he gains. he’s that character you take a moment to look at and you can see how, under even the slightest change of circumstances, he would be the bad guy. you can see that his intentions aren’t as pure as they seem.
you can see that all percy truly cares about are the people he holds close to his heart.
percy doesn’t hold much thought for others outside the basic “this is morally correct” because all percy knows is being demonized. he’s the victim of constantly trying circumstance. percy stands up for the little guy ( the outcasts, the forgotten, the pushed aside ) because they remind him of himself in a way he cannot ignore. percy puts himself in the line of fire because his gut reaction is to push a bully back down because he can not because he’s seeking the glory. percy only fights for what seems like the best intentions in canon because he can’t stand someone who weilds power for thier own pleasure over those who don’t have the means to protect themselves because he was that person and its something he can’t shake.
percy wants revenge.
he takes his anger out on whatever foolish creature crosses his path in a way that represents that resentment. percys powers mimic his emotions to a degree he has no control over and hasn’t been given the opportunity to learn ( no one to teach him ). nico and thalia ?? even jason have an understanding of what they can do and how to do it. percy just gets angry and everything around him goes to shit. his mom named him perseus hoping that luck would rub off but instead it did the opposite — through him we can see that names true meaning shine forth ( to destroy ). percy is a weapon, he is powerful and scary. percy made even Fear afraid. it’s so overlooked due to fanon interpretation and percy’s own inner narrative doesn’t address it, even though its so pinacle to why percy has lived as long as he has. he’s a survivor. his actions aren’t that of someone who was taught but that of someone who has to learn along the way. whatever stands before him is torn apart easily because most can’t stand up to the way percy fights — it’s unrefined, ruthless, and unpredictable. you can’t expect to properly fight someone who doesn’t understand the basics of a fight but made up their own. on top of that his own brilliance and cunning comes forth because percy ( who brushes it off as luck or what have you ) does think his actions through. he debates and strategizes what actions to take. percy looks at a problem and solves it rather then giving up. when he gets a new power ?? he doesn’t question it he asks how far can it go.
then you see him with people like his mother or tyson or annabeth and you think ?? how can someone as vicious as percy have the capacity to care as much as he does — be as soft as he is. percy is all smiles and jokes and unabashed loyalty. the two sides just seem such polar opposites it forces the reader to look at this grey area of characterization and adapt. most, rather then address percys clear and severe darker side, fall back onto jokes and cute moments. percy is a character who is so very rarely truly happy in canon that we seek to give him that happiness the books are so desperately lacking and so he becomes this black / white hero mentality we’re all used to.
if anything, percy is more the villan then the hero. he’s only a hero by circumstance. the winning side is the one who writes history and percy is the hero who won the gods their victory — as someone idolized he’s painted the hero. we can clearly see that shift when looking at percy through the eyes of others. ESPECIALLY when he’s mid fight.
I’m going to be honest for a moment — I don’t really rp percy as a dark character as much as I would wish. it’s very hard to do so because of expectations other rpers have. I’ve rp’d a villain and most people aren’t as open to villains as they would think. percy is that middle grey area thats had years for fanon perceptions to overrun what canon clearly states and thats what people are looking for. they’re looking for the kind hearted joker who gets along with everyone he crosses. moral of the story is percy doesn’t do that. percy is cautious and cruel when necessary. he’s curious up until the point where ( potetially ) it will no longer be of use to him. percy’s barriers mean his reponses tend to be sharp jokes aimed to either appear friendly enough or be purposefully dangerous. if your character holds any form of power it immediately makes him react in a way thats asking for trouble — but this doesn’t mean percy doesn’t try. those who look more threatening get a stronger pass then those who don’t. its weird how percy has a greater level of trust for those seemingly terrifying then those who are all good natured intentions with perminant smiles.
anyway this turned into an essay but nonnie I’m !! so glad you like my portrayal ?? and I hope I can continue to imbue such traits in my writing as I see in percy to their full potential. please have an amazing rest of your night cause this anon legit made my week 💙
