cris • tee • nuh (cristina_lacosa) wrote,
@ 2008-10-12 19:29:00

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Because I failed at this one last time
Pick one of my characters and a date in the future (from the time of the RP) and I'll give you facts or a ficlet (100-200ish words) about that character.

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	osteological 2008-10-13 02:09 am UTC (link)
	Tomaaaaaas. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	cristina_lacosa 2008-10-13 03:04 am UTC (link)
	Date plz? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	veevee 2008-10-13 03:05 am UTC (link)
	Uhhhhhm arbitrarily June 3, 1993. :D (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

June 3, 1993 - Tomas Booth, 45 years old

cristina_lacosa
2008-10-13 02:40 pm UTC (link)

Even his unusually loud snoring of the night could not keep Tomas from hearing the rattling in the kitchen. Years of being an auror gave you that sense (it wasn't a sixth sense, right? It was just being really good at hearing?), but it didn't mean that he had to get up and investigate. He'd retired a long time ago (of course, his wife was still running the lab, good on her! He just had no desire to be cursed at anymore), and for the past year or so, the morning noises and the rattling had been the cause of a single suspect.

CRASH

Except maybe that noise. Tomas leapt out of bed and hurried out the door, toward the kitchen where he was sure the noise had come from. He spotted the glass on the floor before he got a look at the window, and he dug his heels into the carpet to stop himself from falling.

"Connor, what the hell!" he shouted, "I know it's your birthday but this doesn't--!" Tomas just shook his head, looking strangely at his son who was sitting on the kitchen counter with his legs pulled underneath him, the sink full of a...green substance, and the window smashed from where he had presumably slammed his ladle into. "What the hell is that?"

"It's to make me magic just in case I'm not!" he squeaked, his eyes turning toward the window again, "If I don't get that letter, then! Then I'll just take this."

Tomas groaned. The boy had been extremely paranoid about being a squib for the past year (it didn't help that his siblings egged on the idea, which earned them a few locked doors) and now that his birthday had finally arrived, it was D-Day.

"You're a wizard, how many times do I have to tell you? You're the one that turned all of the drinks into the fridge into that---potion."

"Polyjuice potion."

"Yeah! And that was fucking weird, let me tell you." Tomas leaned over the sink, watching the green substance bubble. "Where the hell did you get this stuff?"

"Mum gave it to me before she left for work. It's---supposed to be a muggle kit."

Tomas' eyebrows shot up as he looked over at his son. Well. That was interesting. Not sure how well the thing would work in giving a squib magic, but he had made it bubble, and the substance was---

"Hoot!"

Connor flailed and slid off the table and onto the floor, Tomas catching his arm before he smacked his head into the ground.

"Aren't you going to open your letter?"

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	awesomecakes 2008-10-14 03:13 am UTC (link)
	Finn! Elena when they find out she pregnant with number 6 lol Adelaide (Reply to this)(Thread)

	cristina_lacosa 2008-10-14 03:15 am UTC (link)
	DAAAATES! XD AND WAIT, ELENA'S NOT HAVING SIX, RIGHT? XD just adopting four and then SURPRISE? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	awesomecakes 2008-10-14 03:18 am UTC (link)
	finn july 7 1983 yes adopt 4 surprise! and umm december 1992 (Reply to this)(Parent)

	holocron 2008-10-14 03:15 am UTC (link)
	ANTONIN, January 1982 KOBE, November 1980 EMMELINE, June 1984 ISOBEL MACMILLAN, March 1989 AGATHA, September 1990 (Reply to this)(Thread)

	crocketed 2008-10-14 03:17 am UTC (link)
	AHHHHHHHHHH (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	holocron 2008-10-14 03:18 am UTC (link)
	HOW MUCH DO I WIN, EMMA? THAT WAS TOTALLY ARBITRARY. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	crocketed 2008-10-14 03:20 am UTC (link)
	YOU WIN LIKE.... SAILOR MOON WIN (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	holocron 2008-10-14 03:22 am UTC (link)
	THAT IS HIGH PRAISE COMING FROM YOU, MISS EMMA, HIGH PRAISE INDEED (Reply to this)(Parent)

Emmeline, June 9th, 1984

cristina_lacosa
2008-10-14 04:28 am UTC (link)

"Are you crying again?"

Emmeline sniffled greatly and only her eyes moved to acknowledge Caradoc, who was standing in the doorway. She wasn't crying. There were just tears coming out of her eyes, that didn't mean she was crying. You needed a reason to cry, and for the past nine months she'd had at least a small, insignificant reason to be blubbering. Caradoc bringing home a book for her. A pretty flower. A picture of a kitten. Right now, however--no, no she didn't have a reason to be crying right now. Nope.

"No," she whimpered, eyes shutting as he flicked on the lights. She hadn't even noticed she'd been sitting in the dark, she'd been in the chair for so long, and---oh, honestly. This was absolutely ridiculous.

He sat down on the bed in front of her, looking far too amused for her to handle. Her tears started to pour even harder, and Emmeline grabbed the edge of her blanket to wipe them away. The past few weeks had been absolute hell. Panic attacks, false labor, just---she wanted it to be over but if she complained the Caradoc would just---he was a brat, that's what he was and---

Mrmmph.

He leaned back into his palms, stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles. He really hadn't done anything wrong, but if this was another false alarm, then he simply wouldn't believe her the next time, right? Girl who cried baby? Oh, hell, oh hell. This couldn't be it, could it? It hurt like it, a lot more than it had ever before, and---and---

She let out a high pitched whine and stared at him fearfully from over the edge of her blanket. She'd never been able to handle stress.

"...are you sure?"

And there he was, reading her mind. She couldn't even be mad, she was actually grateful that she didn't have to announce that yes, yes she was in labor and she was terrified of it, no, no--she would just cry and nod and mentally beg him to help her up and get out of here. Emmeline flung away the blanket to grab onto his hands, and Caradoc helped her up to her feet.

"This isn't a horrible thing, you know--you've been telling me that for nine months. Over, and over, and over and---"

"Well then you do it!" she squeaked, realizing she didn't even have the sense to bicker with him. Oh, oh hell.

It was the end of the bloody world.

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	crocketed 2008-10-14 03:17 am UTC (link)
	Uh. lmao xDDDD Will? lmao OH OH WILL WHEN THEY'RE IN FRANCE LIKE.... 87? xDDDDDD (Reply to this)(Thread)

	crocketed 2008-10-15 03:14 am UTC (link)
	In the... summer? lmao OMG BASTILLE DAY! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	crocketed 2008-10-15 03:11 am UTC (link)
	OH OH AND AND MIRANDA IN..... March... 8th, 1990 lmao (Reply to this)

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