MISTY TRICIA FAWCETT
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There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
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Post by MISTY TRICIA FAWCETT on Dec 16, 2010 2:52:52 GMT -5
"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus per Citius, Altius, Fortius." [/center] The Summer Olympics. London, England had the the privilege to host it this time and all the muggles of the country were excited. It was all lost to those in the wizarding world though as they didn't care much except for Quidditch. It was a shame that they didn't involve it secretly in this great muggle event. The building that was made for the event was huge! It could hold eighty thousand spectators. It was an amazing feat to think about that people could accomplish without magic. To those that were, they were astonished that it happened. Then again, it was possible that there were many other stadiums built that held more people than that. Misty Fawcett never understood this excitement over some silly sports venue. There was nothing exciting like quidditch involved. She was curious though of this Olympics things. Her family never really had the time to immerse themselves in muggle activities. They weren't a terrible family that hated the non-magic folk. What with having a mother leave and a father too busy with work to take care of the children, there was never much room for fun. At least, Misty didn't have to be the one to take care of the girls. Her older sister, Amber, did but at least she appreciated it and attempted to help. Occasionally. Anyways, Misty was so curious about this sports event that she wanted to go herself and see what it was all about. She had been taken a walk the previous day and saw a newspaper stand by a phone-contraption-booth telling all about the events that were about to occur on their island. She thought long and hard about going or not all that day and the next. She planned to go to the opening ceremony that weekend but didn't enjoy the idea of going by herself. She knew that Amber or Jillian would not go with her as it was their time to do their own thing whenever possible. Sitting in her room she thought long and hard about who to go with. Most of her friends or other family members wouldn't dare be seen setting foot in such a place filled with literally thousands of muggles. Then she thought of one finally. Quickly, Misty went to her writing desk and grabbed parchment and a quill. She penned her letter and gave it to her aged owl, Patience. “ Wait for a reply so I can have an answer quickly. I'll need to find an alternative if she declines,” she said as she opened the window to let her bird out. Dear Tonks, I feel terrible for not keeping contact with you very much but I have just the thing to put us back into grace with each other. The muggle event, the Olympics, is beginning this weekend and I figured you to be just the person to join me. I have no idea what I shall be doing there when I arrive and I could use company from a dear friend. Say you shall come, please? I'll love you forever! And, I'll have cookies ready at home when it's over? My house elf is a lovely cook. Cookies, scones, cake, chocolate? Just come with me! I have no one else! …..Ah-hem, anyways, do reply and so I know whether to see you soon or find another suitable person to go with.
XOXO, Misty Characters: Nymphadora Tonks & Misty Fawcett Location: London Olympics Subject matter: Witches and muggles and sports; oh my!!
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Post by NYMPHADORA TONKS on Dec 18, 2010 12:09:19 GMT -5
Sunday. That was the day Tonks received her letter. Not her letter to Hogwarts, no no! For Tonks was far older than 11; that particular letter had arrived 5 years previous. This letter was a completely different letter, of entirely different sorts. Tonks hadn't been expecting it at all, not like the last, in fact, truthfully, it was the kind of letter she never would have thought she would receive; still, it could be described as nothing less than a pleasant surprise. She remembered the day clearly, and not just because it was the kind of letter that made you stop and take note of the day, because not only was it that, but there was one other detail that meant the day was tattooed into her brain; it was LAMB Sunday. Yes, Sunday isn't just an ordinary day in the Tonks household; it's a special day... well, at least to her mother. To Tonks it was anything but. It was a day of eating lamb, and spending good quality time together as a family. Yet as it happens, Tonks didn't eat meat and, though she loved her parents, a whole full day of family time was just too long for her liking. The only plus side was, that on Sundays, Tonks was allowed to watch television, though under supervision of course, because apparently Tonks already had enough crazy ideas in her head, without the help of certain, fantasy, muggle programmes.
Now, I realise that this must beg the question ‘if every Sunday was Lamb Sunday, why did this one in particular stand out?’ Well that answer is simple. It stood out because that was the day that Tonks learnt that Misty's owl was, in fact, really rather clever. See, every Sunday Tonks liked to play hide and seek with her mother, as a way of avoiding the consumption of lamb. For long gone were the days when Tonks could wake up early, disguise herself as another person entirely and prance around her neighbourhood not returning until nightfall to escape that horrible Sunday. She was in her fourth year, when her mother decided to start locking all the doors and windows to prevent her getting out. A hostage, that's what she was. Yet, by changing the term to 'grounding', Joan and Jesus Tonks were able to get away with it on every Sunday Tonks was home! Tonks realised that she needed a new means of resistance, so hiding around the house became just that. Two years on, and her options were weighing thin, and without Krystal to give them to her, Tonks was slowly running out of places to hide. It seemed that as she got better at hiding, her mother and father got better at finding! They were now aware of her best hiding places; the kitchen cabinet under the sink, behind the clothes in her wardrobe, the bath, under the beds, behind the curtains; everywhere. Everywhere, except one. One that was so clever, and so ingenious that it seemed impossible anyone would find her there. But for Misty’s owl, impossible was nothing; because Misty’s owl DID find her there.
The previous day, while both her parents were at work, Tonks had been busy putting up a wall [using plasterboard panels from a muggle DIY store] in front of her already existing wall. It was just far enough forward for Tonks to fit between the two walls; and she had spent over an hour perfecting it to look exactly like the wall she already had. She, of course, then left a space for her to climb behind her new wall, which her shoe rack concealed quite nicely. It was hard to notice that Tonks room was any smaller, and when her parents performed their weekly search of her room, they had no idea that anything had been changed. So how Misty’s owl, who as far as Tonks knew had never been to her house before, knew she was behind there remained a mystery. Tap, tap, tap, followed by a hoot. Tap, tap, tap, followed by a hoot; constantly for 15 minutes before Tonks decided to poke her head out to find the source of the noise. And there it was, with its big, knowing eyes staring back at her; Misty’s owl with a note attached to its leg. Quickly she crawled out, ripped it open and read. A giddy excitement arose in her; and while she had only heard of the Olympics briefly, she was more than positive that she wanted to go. Without delay, she grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, and scribbled back;
Dear Misty, I would love to come with you! Just tell me the exact time and place, and I am there. The added bonus of cookies, scones, chocolate and cake sounds a treat. I’m also looking forward to anything your house elf cooks, I’ve started to forget what decent food tastes like [if you tasted my mother’s cooking, you’d understand]. Can’t wait to see you, Love Tonks xo
[/i] Tonks quickly attached her note to the bird, gave it a treat and watched it disappear into the distance; leaving her behind to daydream about the great adventure to follow. [/blockquote]
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MISTY TRICIA FAWCETT
ravenclaw
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
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Post by MISTY TRICIA FAWCETT on Dec 30, 2010 1:18:56 GMT -5
Punctuality was always a thing that Misty enjoyed. Nothing was going right in the Fawcett house after she sent her fantastically written letter to Tonks. Sunday was always a day where father got ready for work and the girls would run around the house in chaos or sit around quietly with absolutely nothing in the world to do. This was considered “family time” to them. Sundays they weren't allowed out. It was like Sundays for muggles that go to church. Misty thought it to be horrid and boring but was used to it. Today wasn't such a grand day that goes well though. This particular Sunday was different because Amber breached the rules of the day and invited her boyfriend, Corey Goldstein, over. That was fine with Misty, though, so she wasn't ready to say anything against the occurrence. She was so in love (and lust) with this boy. Truthfully, she was like that with many boys in her life. Her father was angry when he found out the news and Amber was having a fit with him about it. Their youngest sister was sitting in the library reading with charms up to block the sound of the two fighting. Misty was waiting anxiously at the door waiting to answer it before the houselves did so. Corey was running late and she wanted desperately to see him privately before her sister and father stopped their bickering and Amber came to whisk him away from her. Oh if only her older sister knew the greatest secret of all in Misty's life. Her house-elf was beginning to get nervous with Misty pacing the entrance hall waiting. The poor thing kept tugging its ears thinking that something was wrong and maybe she should go punish herself. She said it once to Misty and the Ravenclaw just gave a sigh and said not to in a harsh tone. She didn't mean to be rude but she was impatient. The boy was late and she wanted him right now!! Finally there was a quiet knock on the door. It sounded strange to Misty but she didn't think anything of it as she raced to the door. The house-elf just barely popped to the door as the brunette got there and got shoved out of the way. " I've got it!” she said excitedly. She opened the door to find....no one on the porch. Misty was about to growl in anger when she saw what in fact had knocked. " Patience, you bloody bird! You had me excited,” she told her bird. She was hovering by the door so she could tap on it. It was a smart owl, that was for sure. Misty's excitement came back though instantly when she saw the letter in her beak. She grabbed it out quickly and a smile and let Patience in. “ Aww; good girl. That was quick for a reply. Tonks must not have been busy or something,” she said speaking to the owl...but mostly herself. She was just about to open the letter herself when there was a knock again. The same routine happened again as Misty pushed the house-elf out of the way. Opening it, she instantly saw Corey and jumped into a hug with him. His arms wrapped around her strongly as he kissed her neck letting and she on his shoulder. “ It seems someone was waiting for me,” Corey said with his gorgeous smirky smile placed before giving a small peck on the lips. Misty giggled a little. “ I wished to see you before my sister took you away from me.” Just as she said that, her sister came in and kissed Corey instantly. “ Thank you for letting him in, Mist. We'll be in my room if you need me,” she said, smiling at her little sister, before leading Corey up the stairs. The boy looked behind him and sent a kiss to her and she gave him one back without Amber seeing. She gave a smile then turned her attention back to the letter, still in her hand. Sitting in her room, at the desk, Misty re-read the letter and pulled a small piece of parchment and began to write a reply. Tonks dear, Yay for you getting back so soon! My owl actually knocked on the door to be polite...I think it to be smarter than its own good. Must get it checked...Hmm...Anyways! We should meet Saturday morning! You can floo over to my house and have yummy food then we can be off to the games!! Must make friends with my house-elf again though...pushed her out of the way a few times to answer the door today. Might make something terrible to eat instead. Like that muggle thing, SPAM. I'm gagging now so must send this before it is soiled. Much love and see you soon!!! Love, Misty She folded the paper and put it in an envelope before letting Patience fly away with it. The owl didn't seem too disappointed to be flying back in for with correspondence between the two girls but Misty was sure that sooner rather than later the owl would be peevish and start making a fuss about it. The Ravenclaw shrugged and smiled, skipping out of her room happy with her day so far. She walked down to the library and sat with her sister and began to read a book.
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Post by NYMPHADORA TONKS on Feb 17, 2011 15:57:09 GMT -5
Tonks stared distantly into the sky, where the bird previously was, for several minutes before realising that she had been in the middle of something before a distraction, in the form of Misty's letter, had taken her off track. After closing the window, she quickly jumped to her feet and began pacing the floor. She was in quite the predicament now. She glanced over at the hole in her wall, and heaved out a big, overly-dramatic sigh. The problem was, she had no idea when Misty would reply her letter. Would it be immediately? In an hour? Two? A day? She just didn't know. Could she risk going back into hiding, to have that bird come and reveal her whereabouts, deeming it useless? No, was the answer. She simply couldn't. She would just have to take one for the team. It was this kind of quality in Tonks, that made people admire her - or so she egotistically thought.
Marching over to her wall, she moved the shoe rack so it covered her hole once more, and then sat down with her back towards it, so that she couldn't change her mind. All she could do now was wait. Wait for her parents to find her and wait for Misty's reply. She sincerely hoped it would be the latter, and that her mother would conveniently forget all about Lamb Sunday, perhaps even treat her to a nice vegetable feast! Of course, highly unlikely as it was, Tonks still liked to believe it could happen. That was another adoring quality she held; the ability to dream big [though many would argue it was more delusion, than dream].
Much time had passed, during which Tonks and her parents had a cartoon-style chase scene; with a song and everything [something about catching a ghost?]... okay, maybe she had imagined the song, but they had definitely ran through many doors, and at one point Tonks did find herself chasing them, so when Misty's reply finally arrived, she was clinging onto her bed frame for dear life, as her mother and father pulled on a leg each trying to pry her off. All three of them jumped at the low tap, tap tap on the window, and turned their heads to see huge eyes staring at them. "A-HA!" Tonks screamed, a lot louder than necessary, "A letter! A very important letter that I must read right now!" Her mother, Joan , rolled her eyes before putting her leg down - her father, Jesus, quickly following suit. "It can't be so important, that it cannot wait until after dinner." Joan replied, annoyance clear in her voice. "Ah, but what if it's from Dumbledore! You know how upset Dumbledore gets when people don't read his letters straight away... I heard that this one time, a girl didn't open his letter quick enough, so he sent a troll round to find out why, but the troll forgot what he had gone round for so he smashed up her house, and ate her little brother, as well as their last slice of cake. Quite tragic, really..." Her mother stared at her in that disappointed way, that mothers do. Her father on the other hand, while normally annoyed with the kind of behaviour, humoured her. "The last piece of cake?" he questioned. Tonks quickly jumped on this, as a way of averting her mother's angry face, and focused all her attention on Jesus. "Yeah, that's the part that really gets me too. it was chocolate as well, and home made... a cake in a million, so they say." she would have continued, but her mother made a point to cut her off. "Enough, Tonks! I've had it with your silly games. Dinner is getting cold, I expect you down in ten minutes to eat it." and with that, she stormed off down the stairs [followed closely by Jesus]; slamming Tonks's door behind her as she went.
It was only now that Tonks noticed the persistent hoots and taps from the owl, it was obviously irritated from being left outside for so long, and a small part of Tonks was worried that the moment she would open the window, it would swoop in and do it's business on her head... or bite her fingers, at the very least. Still, she wanted that letter, and according to Joan, she only had ten minutes to read and reply it, so she just had to hope that this owl was well-mannered as well as smart. Turns out that it was; Misty had trained this bird well. She gave it a treat while thanking it for being that distraction that temporarily saved her from being forced to eat terrible cooking, before hurriedly reading over the letter. Grabbing some parchment and a quill, she sat down once more to reply.
Misty, that sounds fab! I shall come over on Saturday! I can hardly wait! I must apologise for the shortness of this letter, but I have only minutes remaining before my mother comes to find me, and I'd rather like to find another hiding place before then... In regards to your bird, definitely get him checked! Very clever! Perhaps test his eyes too, I think he can see through walls? Anyway, see you this Saturday, expect me some time after breakfast! Yay! Enjoy your week! Love, Tonks. xo
She sent the bird on his way, this time not staying to watch him vanish in the horizon. Slowly and silently, she crept out her door in search of somewhere to hide; she'd save wall for the next Lamb Sundays.
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