Post by JULIANA MAGDALENE SELWYN on Jun 3, 2012 6:49:52 GMT
juliana magdalene selwyn
[/i], as they call themselves, by the name of remus lupin had had a session here once before. she doesn't much like tardiness, and being seconds from casting the long hand of the clock to half past, well. five minutes would be more than enough time to be considerably lenient. however, as the hand ticks by the big "6", she doesn't move. hard as it may to believe, she's actually fond of gryffindors, and remus goes just third of her most favourite. he's infinitely submissive, but his veracity never wavers. that's one of the reasons why she doesn't mind being tutored discreetly, by him. james, sirius and peter ties for the tenth place.
full name: juliana magdalene selwyn
age: fifteen
year: 5th
birthday: fourth, september
blood line: pureblood
occupation: student
former / house: slytherin
"well, well. you've had a fair amount of time to ponder over your thoughts, haven't you?" her train of thought stops in a crash as she looks up, to find an elderly man adjusting his glasses as he crosses his legs, not entirely sure of how she should react on how she's been surpassed so easily. she gives an undetermined, perplexed smile, sitting up slightly straighter and crossing her legs as well, putting her hands together as she swallows. she purses her lips, afraid that she might speak out the wrong reply. "now, now. let's not be too reserved; you are here to spill your heart's content, my dear." she nods curtly as he smiles reassuringly. "why don't you start by telling me a bit more about yourself?" she's not oblivious to his knowing, testing tone, but nevertheless gives way to the question. she huffs. "well, my full name is juliana magdalene selwyn. but.. my grandfather used to always call me juliette, so that's how i've been presenting myself as. i guess.. i got accustomed to, so much so that i didn't like people calling me by juliana anymore. though, my brother has an annoying habit of calling me maggie," she adds with slight humour, her expression softening as a faint smile beautifies her face. "i lived in a normal household, i suppose. my father was very proud of our heritage, so in order to please him, and apparently the rest of the world, we lived in a higher order, popular among the high class. honestly, i never bothered with the attention. it was easier to be around the people that didn't assume of who i am or what i'm like in the instant that they hear of who i am and where i belong. and then you get treated like that the moment you enter a school, it just goes down to a hole."
she looks out toward the grey skies, narrowing her eyes at the painting being created by the slithering rain drops on the glass. "the time i love the most is just.. sitting in front of the fire, listening to my mother tell mythical stories just completely out of the ordinary, while father dozes off on the side and my brother leans his head on my shoulder. i mean, it's not that i don't like hogwarts. it's just.. it gets tiring, to put up a front, that people expect of you." she pauses. "it gets tiring when people automatically categorize me as an automatic narcissist without a heart, so i get fed up of it alot. and it seems that the people in my house expect alot of that attitude too, so, it's just.." she trails off, shrugging, unwilling to say anymore. she doesn't know how she got to this point, so fast in their session, but she's starting to get cautious now. admittedly, she's always been tired of being seen as a typical slytherin, with no amount of sincerity or morality off the idea of lineage. granted, she gives off the usual radiance of a high-standardized lady, equipped with a sharp tongue, witty mind, and observant eyes that can just about see through any bullshit.
"very well.. i see here," he looks down at the parchment he's holding, "that you have a sister--" she looks down, twiddling her thumbs "--by the name of olivia. i presume i'm correct, because i'm never wrong." she knows that he's expected her to be looking at him, but by the hesitance in the air, and the quietness that's daunting, when she raises her gaze up, the slight frown curving down the sides of his lips is there, as expected. now she's wondering if she should just go ahead and tell him that she's already dead. it's truth that's coated with lie, because that's how her parents have pretty much seen her sister as. she casts her eyes down slowly, lips pursing in slight contempt; she knew that this subject would pop out sooner or later, but she was just really hoping that it would be later.
in the deepest, darkest corner of her heart, she knows that she still loves her sister, but in reality, she's made to never feel anything of that sort again, towards her. in reality, it pains her that she can't run to her sister and spill the distress that's building in her chest, or cling by her when the stress from everything gets too much. however, her love for her father is too much, so much so that it's blinded her from the ways of sympathy and overwhelming care and well-being for the one she still called her sister. "josie is no longer.. regarded as part of the family. she seems to be fine with it, so.. there's no need to ponder about it anymore." she's disturbed now, and wants to ask if they can shift to another topic. she looks out the window with a determined glare. "that is rather distasteful to hear, especially since.. she's the one who got you invested in the subject of fashion and art, isn't she?" she doesn't answer, and she doesn't want to. she's forgotten it for so long now, but the silence does answer for her.
her world's revolved in fashion because of josie. this is why she can't answer her parents straight when they question her fervent interest in it.
"abbrasive from the distance, complete with the set of an endearing smile and contagious laughter, uncommonly observant and keeps with punctuality. i read here that you don't like delays or lateness, but it seems you make exceptions for things that expresses a much different persuasion." now she's looking at him funny, and he takes this as a green light. "it is obvious to me that you are torn between the high judgments of the world in which you grew up in, and that of the other side that you seek so desperately. even though you possess the traits: narcissistic, short-fused, generally insensitive, haughty and sprinkles of arrogance. i, for one, do not believe that these make you as a whole, but if you are tired of people seeing as you as is, then should you not do something about it?" he adds, concern clear in his eyes. but she doesn't need it, she doesn't need his pity. she doesn't need help, and she never will.
"there's no use in trying to change what's already set in stone," she comments coldly, looking away. his sudden chuckle makes her look up in sudden surprise. "you know, juliette, you look more beautiful when you smile. what's more, you have an uncanny ability of making people like you despite what you come across as. now, i know i've no right to meddle in the affairs of your family, but i would think that, given your situation, you long for the closeness you once had with your sister, do you not?" no answer. "it is heartbreaking to see such a--" "your tie," she cuts in, eying his attire intently. "it doesn't match.. that mismatch rainbow you thought to wear."
it's not only because she doesn't want to talk about josie anymore. the mustard tie just really doesn't match the lime jacket, blue dress shoes, or his red-striped brown shirt.
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alias: jack sparrow
gender: oh, my mistake. there should be captain in there
rp sample: yeah, captain jack sparrow went to hogwarts
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