cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-07-13 15:24:00

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miranda
happy ✢ angry ✠ sad ϟ concerned ☁ scared crying ✌ jealous ☺ first crush ★ regret ღ innocent birth ♦ betrayed ☄ best friend ☮ content ʊ traumatized death ☯ drunk ✿ flustered ☾ bitchy ✓ parental first year ✦ hogwarts ∞ deathly hallows ♣ family ❂ giddy ***baby
	sad "You're going to be late, Miranda, and you need to do something with your hair! Ooh, you should add some pink." She wiped the mirror clean of steam and blinked at the blurry reflection of Gillian Bones over her shoulder. Miranda smiled gently, her damp hair wilting over her shoulders, soaking her black blouse. Her eyes dropped from Gillian's mirrored form to her own reflection. She looked very tired, as if she hadn't slept in days, and Miranda tried to think of the last time she'd been able to sleep through the night, or when she'd even been in her own bed. She realized she couldn't, and her eyes started to swell. She shut them and shook her head. "Miranda? Miranda..." Gillian's voice pushed through her unnerving thoughts but Miranda refused to open her eyes. When? When was the last time she slept through the night? Her head was beginning to throb and Miranda was starting to believe that she never had. She would be able to remember, wouldn't she? Everything had been moving around her so fast lately, it seemed like everyone knew something she didn't; they all managed to move with relative ease while her legs were frozen stiff, unable to get her out of her current state. "Are you okay?" Miranda shook her head, lurching forward to press into the sink in front of her. She felt sick, she felt ready to throw up all of her insides. Her stomach, her lungs, her heart---everything was ready to lurch up through her throat to rid her of all her unnecessary insides. She already felt hollow, there was no need to have anything functioning inside of her. It was a waste, a waste of space, of energy, not when this thing called a life could be so easily--- "I need you to open your eyes, Miranda." "I can't," she finally croaked. Why was Gilly doing this to her? Why was she---how could she? Didn't she see that--? Miranda's chest heaved so harshly that she thought for sure that her body had decided to listen to her commands and discard her soul. The hands on her arms jolted her out of her miserable fog and Miranda's eyes flew open, letting the tears that had been fighting to break free fall down her cheeks. Ralph's worried face stared down at her, and Miranda blinked frantically. She twisted to look over her shoulders, unable to get out of his grip, and found that the bathroom was empty save for the two of them. She---Greta was hovering by the door, her arms crossed tightly as if to support herself. "I'm fine," Miranda snapped, jerking herself away from Ralph and pushing out of the bathroom. Ingrid and Eliza were on the coach and stood immediately at her appearance, and Kingsley stood by the door, always on guard. Davy scuffed the floor, unable to meet her eyes, and it was now painfully obvious that this class was now incomplete, irrevocably incomplete. "We're going to be late," she said hoarsely, somehow having taken on the role of leader in this time of despair. She struck her wand out and with a few twists and flare her hair was dry around her head, and a strip of pink shot down the side. "Come here, all of you!" "Miranda--" She turned sharply toward Ralph, her eyes daring him to tell her to stop. This is what Gillian wanted, he could not tell her to stop. Seemingly able to read her thoughts, Ralph's mouth shut and he bent his knees, giving her a proper angle to create the streak of pink hair in his. Greta pushed forward to be next, and the Gryffindor class of 1979 was ready to grieve the loss of their friend together. return to top
	concerned Miranda couldn't remember the last time she went to bed before ten. She pressed her face into Ralph's bare chest, letting out a sigh. Normally they wouldn't have pulled the curtains closed so early, but she didn't want the other boys in Ralph's dorm to see her up there. Which usually didn't bother her, sometimes she came in around midnight with no qualms about waking the boys, but this week had been far too tiring to deal with Davy's groans or Kingsley's wolf whistles. Tomorrow was a week before Grease, and she felt like shit, but it was going to get done, God damn it. Her eyes were shut tightly, trying to force herself into sleep when she felt Ralph's fingers begin to play with her hair. Miranda's breaths eased up and she thought about feigning sleep, enjoying the gentle touch. Ungh, they hadn't even bickered since the whole Ludo fiasco, and in a way she was thankful for the trouble. It brought out their true feelings, what they really wanted from each other, and it was good. It was a very good feeling to have, some sort of security in this crazy world. "What would you think of me being an auror?" Miranda lifted her head, eyebrows high. She could tell by the smirk on Ralph's face that he was kidding, but it was a very strange thing to randomly bring up. "I...think I'd have to kill you," she said. Ralph let out a quick laugh, then his brows furrowed in question. Miranda shimmied up closer to him, pushing herself harder under his arm and she dropped her chin to his shoulder. "You can't be an auror, I can barely take you getting a broken arm, how am I supposed to deal with you battling death eaters?" "This is true," he said, pressing his cheek to her forehead. Ralph pulled back with a frown. "You're burning up." "Eh, Gilly's been sick," Miranda said with a yawn, too occupied with this auror business. "Where'd all this auror talk come from?" "There's not a lot of talk, but Kingsley was talking about it, and, I dunno," Ralph shrugged, his other hand going to her forehead idly, though Miranda knew it was to feel her temperature, "You wouldn't want me to do something important like that? And to make lots of money?" Miranda frowned, crawling a bit to lie halfway on top of Ralph. Before she had thought the auror thing had been a joke, but he actually looked a bit worried about this, about her opinion of his future career. Miranda wasn't dumb (well---), she knew that he didn't have the grades to get into the program, so it was more than a long shot, but maybe he'd thought he could do this because of the threats against his family, to protect them. That made something inside of her chest jerk, and she fully climbed on top of him, pressing her face into his neck, arms going around him. "We can be poor and unimportant together...I think that'd be nice..." Ralph's fingers went back to her hair, and she felt him nod against her before she fell asleep. return to top
	giddy "Mmmffwaah---" Miranda's hand slipped off the shelf behind her and her entire body faltered to the side, causing her lips to slide off of Ralph's and to his chin. It elicited giggles more than arousal, and she clawed onto the front of his robes to regain some balance. Snogging in the library was hard work, you know! You had to find a sturdy enough bookshelf with books that didn't shift against your weight, you had to be quiet which was never any fun, and you had to keep an eye out for-- "Oh, get a bloody room!" Ralph's hands quickly reappeared from their hiding place underneath Miranda's robes (and escaping the confines of her shirt, at that), and he jumped back at the sight of the Ravenclaw. "Sod off, Vance," Miranda snapped, her grin widening at the disgusted look. She grabbed onto Ralph's hand and pulled him quickly past the girl, making sure to get one last word in, "Not my fault you're stuck with Madley." "Hey, fuck---" But Miranda's pace was already nearing a sprint and soon enough, as what usually happened, Ralph's long strides drew him in front of her and he took the lead in their escape out of the library. Once you were caught, especially by a snot-nosed Ravenclaw like Vance, the real trouble wasn't usually far behind--- "NO. RUNNING!" the shrill shriek of Madam Pince rang from somewhere in the aisles, but Ralph had made a sharp turn and they were out the library and into the corridors of Hogwarts, the safety zone. Miranda let him tug her between the crowd of students passing between classes, and did her best to dodge and tiptoe through the masses without letting go of Ralph's hand. He looked over his shoulder at her with a disapproving frown, "If you keep pissing off Dedalus' friends he's going to start giving us detentions when he catches us out at night." "Then she needs to stop being a bitch," Miranda responded simply, her eyes drifting from Ralph to a tapestry of Godric Gryffindor. Her peripheral vision caught sight of her boyfriend turning once again to lecture her on how nice the benefits of being best mates with a prefect in line for the Head Boy spot were, but Miranda paid no mind as she jerked Ralph across the corridor and swiftly behind the tapestry. "Oy," was all he said before Miranda reached up and kissed him again. Ralph could never argue against her kisses and they immediately resumed what had been interrupted not even a few minutes before. Tapestries were a bit safer than the library, even though you technically had other people walking mere centimeters away from you on the other side. No one actually walked behind the tapestry unless they were trying to sneak away for a snog (or other frowned upon activities the students of Hogwarts got up to). Really, they should've just ducked behind here rather than risk it out in the--- The tapestry curled up and revealed them to the passing students and Miranda winced greatly as the lecturing voice of Professor McGonagall rang through her ears, "This is the fourth time I have caught--" "CLASS! WE'RE LATE FOR CLASS!" Miranda whooped, once again yanking Ralph into the crowd and rushing away. She knew that they were both screwed for a detention (as, McGonagall had stated quite loudly, it had happened before), and they technically were late for class...because they'd just skipped Herbology. "You!" Ralph let out as they turned a corner into the courtyard, skidding and pulling Miranda along with him. She stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, unable to control her laughter, "You're going to get us expelled, you realize!" "For snogging!" she exclaimed, pushing herself forward and into Ralph. Miranda pinned him quite nicely against the stone wall of the courtyard, pleased that the rose bushes had grown so tall and full this year. They provided excellent coverage. She lifted her chin and pressed her lips against his neck. Miranda felt the pleased murmur in his throat and grinned once more. "I think we'll have to do a lot more than public snogging to get expelled." Miranda giggled at the insinuation and how it caused his face to burn a bright red, nearly matching his hair. Ralph's hands found their way back underneath her robes and he sighed, pulling her into him, Miranda knew she had won again, "Miranda, Miranda, why must you tempt me so?" return to top
	innocent "I wonder how many people have lost their virginity in this dorm." Miranda felt Ralph's smile against her neck as she mused out loud, and her fingers danced along his bare back in thought. This was a big step for them, that was sure. It hadn't been discussed, with each other, anyway, and it was more of a 'the dorm is going to be completely empty for a week' decision than anything else. Miranda supposed that having sex for the first time should probably be taken into more consideration than taking advantage of some empty space, but. She and Ralph never really thought that far in advance. They had closed the curtains, though, and Miranda hadn't thought twice about pulling Ralph's quilt over them. The rest of the stuff--they were pretty aware of how all of that worked. They hadn't been dating for long (regularly, anyway, they were always good for a 'on a break' sort of break up until recently), but she found herself completely at ease with the idea of shagging Ralph Merridew. Some might say she was even thrilled that he was her first, and that she wouldn't want anyone else to be here with her. Well--if James Potter had approached her... But that would never happen, so! She smiled though, enjoying the pleasurable exhausted state she was in. Miranda would have to thank Davy and Kingsley for deciding to spend the Easter holidays at home, though she would probably have to send her family and Ralph's something too--you know, for obliging with her whines about so much homework to get done. Like they'd believed that for a second. "I could get used to this," Ralph let out in a breath, and Miranda grinned wickedly. She was definitely not shy about this sort of thing, and would never deny that she'd been more than forward with the idea. Her hands gripped at--him, his side, and she twisted to kiss his jawline. "Good--let's keep practicing.". return to top
	baby "And...there's your baby." Miranda gawked at the...she didn't know what to call it. It was like a floating---picture made up of spells and whatever sort of charms that healers were experts at, but it was floating, in mid-air, less than half a meter in front of her face. That---it...looked like a--- "Holy shit," escaped her, and Ralph's grip on her hand tightened. She dared to look down at him and saw that he seemed to be just as enthralled as hers had been a moment ago. Miranda's eyes welled at the sight of her boyfriend's amazement and she bit her lip to hold back any emotion as her eyes turned back to the depiction of the baby growing inside of her. "It's so tiny," she said, leaning forward to get a closer look. The healer bounced on her toes, pulling her clipboard to her chest, "Yep, she's about the size of a sprinkle on a cupcake. Isn't that cute? I love saying that. Lil' cupcake sprinkle." "She?" Ralph managed a word for the first time since the beginning of the appointment, and Miranda smirked when the healer's smile dropped into a look of shock and worry. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I just---no one really waits, ever, I---y-yes, it's a girl." Miranda just grinned and looked back at her baby, her little, teeny tiny baby girl. She looked like a little person, too, not one of those shrimp-like things you hear about. As hard as it had been to accept that she was pregnant, it wasn't hard to imagine that little person inside of her. Miranda could just...she felt like she knew her, already, and with this charmed image floating in front of her enhanced the feeling a tenfold. Miranda wasn't ready to raise this child, but she sure as hell was ready to meet her. "Okay!" the healer chirped, "I'll be right back so I can schedule your next appointment!" She nearly hopped out of the room and Miranda and Ralph were left alone, save for the floating image of their baby. Their baby. "This is so crazy," Ralph let out softly, standing and stepping closer. He looked from the baby to Miranda, eyes wide, "That's her!" "I know!" Miranda replied happily, glad she could be happy about something. This past week had been filled with crying and panic attacks, so to feel this overwhelming love for this baby and for Ralph, was simply brilliant. "This is the best thing we're ever going to do," she said, choking up. Oh, she was getting emotional and she put a hand to her cheek, "I mean like...plays and degrees and---all that, this...I don't think I could ever beat it." Ralph nodded once, twice, and continued to nod as he pushed forward and grabbed her face, kissing her hard. Miranda sucked in a happy breath before kissing him back, sure that he completely agreed. return to top
	flustered Ralph Frobisher could tell that something was up. From the moment he stepped foot into his flat, he was sure that something was...off. He wasn't sure what, but he had a feeling it might have had to do with Miranda's strange behavior over the course of the last week. Whatever his wife was up to (they'd have been married for a year come February and it was still exciting to call her that), Ralph had a strong feeling that he was going to find out tonight. "Miranda?" he called out, dropping his jacket and other winter accessories to the couch. He heard a frantic shuffling going on in the kitchen, and Ralph started toward the noise, "Mir...anda?" "DON'T COME IN HERE!" her voice shrieked from the other room. "JUST----NOT---YET!" He froze in the living room, staring down at their dog, who had seemingly also been banished from the kitchen. "What's going on in there, Piggy?" he said to the puppy, who just pounced on his feet. Ralph sighed and swept the dog up into his arms. They took a seat on the couch to start a playful wrestling match, but Ralph's attention was almost a hundred percent on the bustling noise in the kitchen. What could she be doing? Making dinner? Miranda was always good in the kitchen, Ralph reckoned he was going to gain double his weight by the time their first year was through. Piggy had him pinned when a shriek of pain erupted from the kitchen. Ralph nearly flung the dog into the cushions of the couch as he bolted out of the living room and to her. He didn't notice the decorations, or the smells of the food that lined the counter; Ralph ran straight to Miranda, who was running her hand under a stream of water from the sink. "What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. Miranda nodded, pouting greatly and looking at everything else but Ralph. "I burnt my hand on the stove," she said with a defeated sigh. Ralph frowned and lifted her hand to examine the burn. It didn't look too bad, but it would have definitely caused him to let out a yelp like Miranda's. He lifted her hand to kiss the burn, and it was then that he noticed the streamers dangling from the ceiling. The very bright, pink streamers, which were attached to very pink balloons bouncing against each other. Ralph's eyes traveled from the decorations to the counters, where there were rows of pink frosted cupcakes, and pink fizzy drinks. "Er..." he said, looking back down at Miranda. Her face was red and she bit her lip, and Ralph had absolutely no idea what was going on. Why would a person need so much pink? "It's ruined...I wanted to tell you the right way, this time," she said, leaning back against the sink. Miranda waved her hand around the kitchen, looking defeated. "I burnt my hand and the cake, Piggy ate all the baby carrots before and---" "What's ruined? I--" Ralph knew that Miranda believed that her surprise was over, but he was just as clueless as he had been when he entered the flat. "What's all this for?" He blinked down at his wife, who stared up at him with an incredulous expression. Ralph felt his face heat up, as the seemingly obvious answer was still alluding him, but he supposed that meant her surprise wasn't ruined, right? That should make Miranda happy? "Ralph..." she started, putting her hands on his waist, "I'm pregnant." "Oohh--" He felt dizzy, now. They hadn't been trying to have a baby, it had been a very--difficult topic to bring up, and now that...Ralph blinked rapidly a few times, finding himself very emotional at the announcement. Miranda was pregnant, again, they were..."A--a girl?" Miranda nodded, brushing away tears from her eyes. Ralph's breath grew quick and he lurched forward to wrap himself around her as tightly as he could. Holy--holy---this...this--- "I--I--" "Eat some cupcakes," Miranda muttered through her tears, into his shoulder. Ralph choked out a laugh and nodded, deciding that he needed to hold onto her for a few more moments before divulging in the sweets. return to top
	parental Tuna and soup, tuna sandwiches and chicken noodle soup. It was all Miranda could think about, and her wand was swishing around madly, controlling all the knives, forks, spoons, jars, toasters and pots--everything that was necessary to preparing a lunch of tuna and soup. It was the one thing that she knew she could do perfectly, even though over the years she'd learned some random tricks of the trade. If you wanted a tuna sandwich, you headed over to Miranda Frobisher's kitchen, there was no doubt. She remembered it being the only thing the cook at The Leaky would let her help with, and it became quite the thrill when an order was put up. Sometimes Miranda would cut the bread into funny shapes, making scenes for the guest to enjoy. It was really something she knew that she could do better than everyone else, and while making tuna wasn't an exceptional skill, it was her skill, and she was damn proud to be using it in her every day life. As the tower of sandwiches grew, Miranda hurried into the fridge, pulling out the nearly empty pitcher of pumpkin juice. Drats! Well, she'd just have to go to the grocer later, but what else...crackers! Crackers was the perfect addition to anything tuna related. It helped pick up the pieces that dropped out of the sandwich, and what ever was left in the bowl, the solution to a mess, she believed! Miranda dropped her wand, causing all of the utensils to stop in mid-air, and fall down to the counter half a second later. That nearly six sandwich tall tower should be enough, she believed, and with a flourish, fanned the crackers around the dish. Now--plates, napkins, trays---here we go. "I hope you guys are hungry!" Miranda let out, as she used her back to push open the door of the master bedroom. Her poor Ralph, her poor babies--they were all sick with some sort of ridiculous cold, and had taken refuge in the biggest bed in the house. Which was fine, of course! It kept the germs in one place, and made cleaning up the piles of tissues and buckets of vomit (ew) easier. She turned around, presenting the tray of tuna sandwiches with such pride, that she was sure she was glowing and would light up the dark, muggy room. "Who wants--" She pouted at the sight of the three of them sound asleep, Max moving slowly up and down as he rested on Ralph's chest, and Victoria's hair splayed across her father's face. Miranda let out a breath, looking down at her sandwiches in silent apology to them (they were so looking forward to being eaten). Oh, well. She put the tray onto the dresser and snatched up a sandwich for herself. Well, she'd just have to wait for her babies to wake up before she could spoil them with her delicacies. return to top
	first year "Morty--" "Not Morty!" Mortimer 'Jamie' Dodderidge glared down at his little sister, who had taken to following him around everywhere. At first he felt important, you know--that she was clinging to him during her first few weeks of Hogwarts, but then he started to realize that...having a little squeaky person at your right side during every free moment of time was not something he actually enjoyed. "Murrie?" "Not Murrie either---she's a first year," he explained to a passing student, as if her strange 'names' were because of her age. Hopefully that would be the case, he couldn't stand the ridiculous nicknames Miranda had for her family. Miranda pouted and stood in her spot by the bench as Mortimer made his exit, but quickly jumped up and followed her brother out into the corridors. "The Hogsmeade weekend is soon!" she squeaked, taking long, bouncing steps after him, trying to gain her brother's attention. "I know, they're the same weekend every year." "Really! I didn't know that, I'll have to remember that, so it's always the third weekend? That's a good timing because you sort of get to miss being outside of the castle but then you don't get sick of Hogsmeade because it's not too often---Merlin, I can't wait to go to Hogsmeade, I love Madam Puddifoot's and it'll be so cool to go without Mum---are you going with anyone, Morty--" "Not. Morty!" They stopped and Mortimer looked down at his sister with a stern expression. She looked up at him, looking rather clueless, and he sighed. "Could you call me Jamie? Just--in school? In school, call me Jamie, at home--whatever you want, just not here." "Whatever I want?" Jamie didn't like that sly smile on her face, but--if she kept it to the walls of the Leaky Cauldron, he didn't care if he called her Susie. "Actually--not--whatever--" but Miranda was already giggling and she'd rushed off. Jamie bit the inside of his mouth. He may have just screwed himself over for the rest of his life.return to top

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