Post by Mandee on Aug 1, 2008 14:44:27 GMT -8
Name: Mandee
Character: Lily Potter
Parents: Harry and Ginevra Potter
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 14/4th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:
[Recycled, and a little random...but I hope it's good enough]
Stressful times. They can put cracks in even the most sane person on Earth's armor. So what could they do to a schizophrenic boy of 17?
Loads.
Marshall was at his wit's end with the all the stress he was facing lately. The fact that NEWTs were just a few short months away apparently meant that professors felt obliged to pile their students on with so much homework that there wasn't enough room for such frivolities as sleep. Eating. Having a social life. But all those things are nothing when you compare it to the big picture, correct? Not for Marshall. Lack of sleep can cause normal people to hallucinate some pretty strange things, but imagine what that did to poor Marshall's psyche. He hallucinated strange things with the proper amount of sleep.
Factor in Madam Pomfrey's experiments with a new antipsychotic potion and it's a recipe for trouble. Stir lightly, and let simmer.
Why, just this morning, Marshall stumbled upon Roger (you know, the incredibly attractive zombie that followed him around every once in a while) in the shower just when he wanted to go in there. Now, logic would say that he could push the imaginary member of the living dead out of the shower quite easily, but that would involve seeing things that Marshall really didn't want to see. So he had to go the day without taking a shower. Smelly Marshall. Yummy.
Classes were their usual boring selves. With the exception of Charms, Marshall's favorite class, which was the only light in what was otherwise a horrible day. Once classes were finally over, the students didn't get a break, oh no. They had mounds of...you guessed it, HOMEWORK to do. Many students were going back to the common room, but Marshall didn't feel like heading back there just yet. Not after the fiasco this morning. He was pretty sure some of his classmates in Gryffindor would have a few questions from him. He had, after all, stormed out of the common room muttering about naked zombies several hours before.
So he headed into the library. There were still a considerable number of students there, but not as many. Marshall headed to an empty table in the corner of the library and sat down, whipping out his Transfiguration book. As much as he hated the subject, he still had to study for it, seeing as he wanted to pass. Ugh.
After studying for about ten minutes, Marshall looked up to rest his eyes. They stopped on the table right next to him. Chelsea and Roger were sitting at said table, having a tea party. Marshall's eyebrow went up, and his head met his Transfiguration book as he laid his head down.
"Madam Pomfrey, I think I need new meds."
He lifted his head again, looking at his Transfiguration book. His rabbit ears drooped in his eyes as he did so.
Long pause.
"Since when do I have rabbit ears?"
The rabbit ears disappear, followed by a smile.
"That's better."
Character: Lily Potter
Parents: Harry and Ginevra Potter
House: Gryffindor
Age/Year: 14/4th
Birth gender: Female
Sample:
[Recycled, and a little random...but I hope it's good enough]
Stressful times. They can put cracks in even the most sane person on Earth's armor. So what could they do to a schizophrenic boy of 17?
Loads.
Marshall was at his wit's end with the all the stress he was facing lately. The fact that NEWTs were just a few short months away apparently meant that professors felt obliged to pile their students on with so much homework that there wasn't enough room for such frivolities as sleep. Eating. Having a social life. But all those things are nothing when you compare it to the big picture, correct? Not for Marshall. Lack of sleep can cause normal people to hallucinate some pretty strange things, but imagine what that did to poor Marshall's psyche. He hallucinated strange things with the proper amount of sleep.
Factor in Madam Pomfrey's experiments with a new antipsychotic potion and it's a recipe for trouble. Stir lightly, and let simmer.
Why, just this morning, Marshall stumbled upon Roger (you know, the incredibly attractive zombie that followed him around every once in a while) in the shower just when he wanted to go in there. Now, logic would say that he could push the imaginary member of the living dead out of the shower quite easily, but that would involve seeing things that Marshall really didn't want to see. So he had to go the day without taking a shower. Smelly Marshall. Yummy.
Classes were their usual boring selves. With the exception of Charms, Marshall's favorite class, which was the only light in what was otherwise a horrible day. Once classes were finally over, the students didn't get a break, oh no. They had mounds of...you guessed it, HOMEWORK to do. Many students were going back to the common room, but Marshall didn't feel like heading back there just yet. Not after the fiasco this morning. He was pretty sure some of his classmates in Gryffindor would have a few questions from him. He had, after all, stormed out of the common room muttering about naked zombies several hours before.
So he headed into the library. There were still a considerable number of students there, but not as many. Marshall headed to an empty table in the corner of the library and sat down, whipping out his Transfiguration book. As much as he hated the subject, he still had to study for it, seeing as he wanted to pass. Ugh.
After studying for about ten minutes, Marshall looked up to rest his eyes. They stopped on the table right next to him. Chelsea and Roger were sitting at said table, having a tea party. Marshall's eyebrow went up, and his head met his Transfiguration book as he laid his head down.
"Madam Pomfrey, I think I need new meds."
He lifted his head again, looking at his Transfiguration book. His rabbit ears drooped in his eyes as he did so.
Long pause.
"Since when do I have rabbit ears?"
The rabbit ears disappear, followed by a smile.
"That's better."
