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Post office bounty! I’m finally cognitively together enough to actually manage this :D
Top image, clockwise from upper left:
A pyramid of owls from @bookfanatic which DID arrive by Christmas but which I did not photograph in time for it :D Thank you!
An awesome vintage car from @kimmiesue13 -- love the stamps you sent too! I saved them inside the card :D
The “Catmas tree” is from @howshouldibegin; the kittens and I both thank you!
The green tree card and the lovely tiny cross-stitch are from @wynjara -- what a wonderful ornament to add to my tree, thank you!
The pretty red berries card is from Daniel, I’m so glad you enjoy the fic and thanks for being such a long-term loyal reader! (And yes, I am enjoying the deck -- especially showing it off to my envious goth friends :D)
The Magritte-esque cardinal adn bowler hat is from @3pennyjane, thank you! The Hogfather was kind to me this year :) (LOL SEASON’S MAGRITTE-INGS)
The Llama card and awesome Dummy sticker are from @nonsenseandstuff -- Dummy is going straight onto my laptop!
The Flying Spaghetti Monster is from L and kitty Ripley -- I love the format of card you chose, so imaginative!
And finally, the stirring mouse is from @mooseman13579 -- thanks Ishmael! I love it. Might hang it in my kitchen.
Second image (inadvertently themed on “Blues”), clockwise from upper left:
The tower of green cats is from Lisa -- what a great picture, thank you!
The galactic kitty sticker and glittery snow flakes are from @delphie200, and that’s another sticker going directly onto the laptop!
Feline Navidad cracked my shit up, thank you Kris & Josh!
The snowy owl with the narrow look is from Wendy -- it’s a wonderful Chanukkah card :D
The “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” card is partially obscured just to make sure nobody’s face got shown who shouldn’t, but thank you Hutts for a lovely photo card! (You have SO MANY FISH.)
And finally, the pipe-smoker in the winter wonderland is from @crimson-creature, who also wrote an amazing poem on the inside of the card. I don’t know if you have it posted anywhere but if you don’t you should share it!
The third image is a package from @winds-wanderer; I LOVE the Lunch Money pouch and the postcards, and I’m pretty sure you sent the origami (but if not do let me know -- it got separated from its family in my bag :D). I’m planning to hang up the postcards at work!
And lastly, thank you for your patience, the wonderful tartan bird card and “Fuctifano” coaster (OH MY GOD) are from Rua M; I plan to feature the coasters at my next get-together. Meanwhile, the awesome chocolates and postcard and neat brochure from Hawaii, the blessed candy and the new Ofuda, are from @janedrewfinally. I have to say I’m especially grateful for the Ofuda, since the cats managed to PULL DOWN AND EAT my previous one. I’m hanging this one higher on the wall. :D
Thank you so much, everyone, for your wonderful cards and gifts. I know it always takes me some time to share them but I do love getting mail and I read and enjoy every single card I receive! You guys bring a lot of joy to my mornings.
#bookfanatic#kimmiesue13#wynjara#howshouldibegin#3pennyjane#nonsenseandstuff#mooseman13579#delphie200#crimson-creature#winds-wanderer#RuaM#janedrewfinally#post office bounty
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task 001
GENERAL
Name: Harry James Potter
Nicknames: n/a
Age: almost 21
Place of birth: godric’s hollow
Spoken languages: english, parseltongue
Sexual orientation: demi-romantic bisexual
Occupation: deputy head auror at the dmle
APPEARANCE
Eye color: green
Hair color: black
Height: 5′11″
Scars: many; most notable are a lightning bolt on his forehead, a large puncture through his right forearm, & ‘i must not tell lies’ across the back of his right hand
Piercings: none
Tattoos: none
FAMILY
Sibling(s): none
Parents: james & lily potter
Relationship with Family: his parents died before he was really old enough to remember them much, but he loves and misses them anyway; he has found a family with hermione, ron, sirius, remus, teddy, lavender, & the weasleys
Spouse/Significant Other: none
Children: none
Pets: hedwig, a snowy owl who was killed in 1997 in a death eater attack
MAGICAL
Wand: holly and phoenix feather, 11″ {the elder wand, lying in dumbledore’s tomb}
First Spell: lumos
Favourite Spell: patronus charm
First Magical Experience: stuck himself to his mum when she tried to put him in his crib
Patronus (if they have one): a stag
If they were a Magical Creature what would they be: phoenix
HAVE THEY
Had sex in public: no
Had a broken heart:
Been in love: yes
Cheated: no
Stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes
Broken a bone: many
Bullied someone: no
Been fired: no
Got into a physical fight: yes
Got any grudges against anyone?: yes
A dark secret: only a few people know that harry was a horcrux
ARE THEY
A virgin: no
A cuddler: yes
A kisser: yes
A smoker: no
Scared easily: no
Jealous easily: no
Trustworthy: yes
Dominant: he’s not an alpha male, but he won’t be walked over or allow others to be
Submissive: when he’s exhausted, or around parental figures
Forgiving: yes
Single: yes
RANDOM QUESTIONS
Have they wanted to kill someone: yes
Have they actually killed someone: yes
Have they ridden a beast: yes
Do they prefer private or public praise after helpings others: private
What keeps them up at night: nightmares, guilt
Guilty Pleasures: spending time in the muggle world, using his invisibility cloak to avoid people he doesn’t want to talk to
Last time they cried: often wakes up from nightmares with a few tears, but he last deeply cried shortly after the final battle, while trying to calm down a very distressed teddy
What event would you choose death other living through: losing all of his family, especially if it was his fault. otherwise he wants to be there to support his remaining family
If they died today would they be happy with the life they’ve lived: yes
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I didn’t remember the owl
until he brought me the book about owls that he’d never shown interest in before. I remembered that we discovered it by ripping up the old wood, it was rotted, but then we ripped too much up, we ripped up the good wood, too. I didn’t rip it up, but I stood by and watched the impulsive and hasty thrashing. I realized the baby owl was living inside, “Wait! Stop!” I yelled. Perhaps the ripping-up was part of his birth. He flailed around panicked at the new freedom and in his haste to escape your careless freneticism. He behaved as if just learning to use his wings. He’d been trapped and now needed to exercise his strength to be able to use it. He was frightened. He flew to a nearby tree and looked back at those who ripped up his home, eyes wide. I was next to them, but not with them. I, too, stood apart and looked back at them, eyes wide with fear. The owl’s feathers were brown and white, almost stripes, a most beautiful and unusual configuration.
I was at dinner at a restaurant I used to frequent. I thought you never went there any more out of a distaste born of your own shame. You decided to hate the place instead of yourself, but truly you hated both now. I was surprised to see you there, eating with some friends. (Including some old friends of mine. I don’t speak to them anymore, although I continued speaking with them long after I discovered they were feral.) Wearing an old baggy sweater, navy blue with some holes in it, and baggy jeans. Perhaps a hat. All slightly too large and dirty, but intentional none-the-less. You left the table to smoke a cigarette, which surprised me because you were never really a smoker before and now you had a baby. I figured if you smoked, he probably hadn’t quit. I had no feelings upon seeing you beyond my surprise at your presence and at your smoking. Perhaps satisfaction that you’d gone back to a kind of filth in which you indulged before you’d ever met me. I was relieved to see you return to something truer, and yet less flattering.
I went outside into the snow and behind me the restaurant was the old house where my dead husband’s parents live. My friends left without me so I used my cell phone to call my father for a ride home although it was late and I worried about his driving in the snow and also wondered if he’d perhaps had one more glass of wine than prudent for driving dark, snowy roads. As I talked with him I saw one of your friends sledding down a hill and she hit a fence and screamed with pain. I saw her crash but didn’t imagine it too be so bad. She continued to writhe and scream, seemingly unable to get up. I ran over to her body in the snow, dropping my telephone with my father on the line. Dropping my way of getting home. She lay face down, a wound swelling and bleeding on the back of her skull. Other injuries to her abdomen; she tried to get up but could not. I told her not to move and went for a phone to dial an ambulance. I worried that she lay in the cold snow, but worried more about moving her. I thought to bring a blanket. I found a cell phone in the snow to call for help, but it wasn’t mine and I couldn’t unlock it. I found my phone. Her friends were nowhere in sight.
You were going to travel to Greece and I saw the large, ancient stone walls rise at the coast, a dam holding back the sea. I pointed to the sea lapping the top of the wall, hundreds of feet tall, and told you that this was the highest the sea had ever risen in history. The sky darkened grey and navy blue and the stone wall was dark and brown. People still populated the beach, they were too close to the wall to understand the threat. You would travel to the monastery.
I lived in a house on the coast. I was there with two men who used to come into the restaurant, someone my friend used to affectionately call “the mayor” because of his gregarious nature and his relationships with so many people in the town. The other was a real estate agent. We all stood on the second floor of the house and looking out the window I saw the sea rise darkly, pushing against the paneless window. There were traces of clear silicone caulk sealing this fixed panel of glass into the wall; it was never meant to open, but the sea had never risen this high before. The storm had not even begun and the water was already threatening the second story.
“You live on the coast, too, just further up. Is the water rising around your windows?” I asked “the mayor”. “No,” he responded, seemingly unfazed.
“I’ve been having dreams about floods,” I told you. You were in Los Angeles and I was on the East Coast, with dogs recovering from surgery. Preparing for a fireworks display that would terrify the animals, send them running for cover that they would never adequately find, shaking and panting. Years ago the fireworks were viewed as a celebration, but now, there was significant dissent among the population, who, like the dogs, found the bombast terrifying and corrupt. “I don’t think these floods are about me,” I continued. “It is a warning. A message for everyone.”
We continued our conversation, but your manner changed. You were alerted and concerned because your dog was pacing. He needed something, but this time the answer to his interrogative was unclear. You decided to take him outside and returned my call after a few moments.
We continued to talk and your room began to move. It continued. The floor, the clothes swaying in your closet. You needed to sit down. These earthquakes continued for the next days, opening a massive fissure in the earth. The large crack extended from an area that apparently held water before. The erosion patterns on the desert sand indicate that some of that water was sucked out. The giant crack isn't the only evidence that the region's topography has permanently changed.
You tried to hang yourself again. He had to take the belts and scarves rigged around the apartment. You screamed violence at him and he left shaking. Everyone wanted to call an ambulance, but we prevented that from happening. I don’t know if your physical safety is important, but I continue to behave that way. Once people came to get you, to look after you, you remained often angry and secretive. This happened before. Six months ago, but before that too, and it would happen again. It is your shame. You’ve decided to hate things instead of hating yourself, but really you just hate them all, most of all yourself. It pulls you into the fissure that’s opened in the earth. I wish you were guilty instead. Alchemizing the sickening yellow of loathing into a charcoal lump of regret. After all, charcoal is useful. It is power.
I spoke to you yesterday and you said the said things you’ve always said, writhing in the snow, head bleeding. All the while insisting you’re fine.
The dog pulled our his stitches. Again. Reopening the wound that never healed.
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task 001 + mackenzie freya finnigan-thomas
“and that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. with bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. she never let anything get in her way, resilient. a fighter, not by choice. but a warrior by heart.”
ORIGINS & FAMILY.
name: mackenzie freya finnigan-thomas (born mackenzie freya pelletier)
nicknames: mac, kenzie, kenzo, kenz, kenzel washington
reason for name:
mackenzie: her biological mother fell in love with the name when looking through baby name books.
freya: it was mackenzie’s biological paternal grandmother’s name.
birthday: july 27, 2003 (leo)
age: nineteen
gender: female (she/her)
place of birth: paris, france
places lived since:
paris, france: lived with her biological parents
monaghan, ireland: moved at age three when she was adopted by seamus and dean finnigan-thomas
highlands of scotland (hogwarts): lived here for schooling, during the school year
hogsmeade village, scotland: moved here at age eighteen with james potter after she graduated from hogwarts
parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations:
apolline pelletier (biological mother, deceased): she was a muggle and a teacher in a primary school in france before she died. she was kind and wonderful, but alexander’s parents’ didn’t approve of her.
alexander pelletier (biological father, deceased): he was a pureblood who worked in the french ministry. it was an accident that he met apolline and fell in love with her. he eloped with her because his parents didn’t approce. mackenzie received the house of his parent’s who were trying to make amends for not loving apolline.
seamus finnigan-thomas (adopted father): seamus is a halfblood, former gryffindor. he realized that dean was the one he loved a few years after they graduated. it was seamus who found kenzie tottering around the orphanage with her brother. he works as an auror and is married to dean finnigan-thomas.
dean finnigan-thomas (adopted father): dean is an assumed muggleborn, former gryffindor. he works as a sports writer for the daily prophet and is married to seamus finnigan-thomas. he convinced seamus to go back and try and adopt mackenzie’s brother when they had enough money to afford two child, but it was too late when they went back.
number of siblings: one
theodore dubanowski (biological older brother): mackenzie forgot about him after the accident. he search for her and eventually found where she was and became a professor at hogwarts. when she was eighteen she found out that he was her brother, and she had been trying to make up for the fifteen years that they missed together.
relationship with family:
apolline & alexander pelletier: mackenzie was the couple’s beloved daughter. she was a fussy baby and could only be calmed by singing a french lullaby. she never left her mother’s side, and her father taught mackenzie her first swear word by sccident. they were close and mackenzie hates that she doesn’t remember them even though she loves her fathers.
seamus & dean finnigan-thomas: mackenzie is their beautiful daughter and only child. she loves them with all her heart. she is a finnigan-thomas through and through even though she tries to learn about the pelletier side of her. they are the reason she’s found quidditch and loves it. that are the reason she fell in love with the kestrals and is currently now their seeker.
theodore dubanowski: she was close to her brother before the accident. she took her first steps toward him, her first word was “teo”. he used to sing la lung to her when her parents didn’t get to her fast enough. he protectd her that day in the car. when she was adopted, she forgot about him until she found out that he was her brother when she was eighteen. now she is working on learning everything about him and her biological family to make up for those fifteen years that they missed together.
natalie davies: though she is not officially part of mackenzie’s family, mackenzie knows that theo cares for her, plus she’s kenzie’s niece’s mother. kenzie will do everything in her power to protect the girl, and she woud risk her life for natalie.
apolline davies: growing up an assumed only child, mackenzie never thought she’s get a niece. family is important to mackenzie, because she has lost family before. she would protect her niece like she was her own child.
happiest memory: when she was five years old, her dad took her to her first kestrals game. she was completely mesmerized by the players flying around on the brooms, playing the game. this was when she really realized she loved it.
childhood trauma: when she was fifteen, she was in an abusive relationship with a boy named drew. he manipulated her multiple times and lead to physical abuse. she got him expelled from hogwarts and arrested.
children: none
PHYSICAL.
height: 5′3″
weight: 115lbs
build: slim
nationality: irish (previously french)
disabilities: migraines, anxiety
complexion: clear complexion, light skin tone, a small birth mark behind her right ear.
hair color: blonde
usual hair style: pulled up in a simple high ponytail or left down
eye color: blue
glasses or contacts: contacts
style of dress/typical outfits: anything she thinks is fashionable and comfortable. her outfits are usually depending on her mood. she wears a lot of leggings, jeans, or jean shorts. she liked open back and complicated shirts and tank tops rather than t-shirts. though, she loves sweaters and her quidditch jumper is her favorite. the only thing she won’t really wear is sweatpants outside the house.
health: she’s pretty resilient because she likes to stay healthy for quidditch, but if she’s sick she’ll refuse to stay in and admit she’s sick
grooming: she wears minimal makeup and shower daily.
tattoos or piercings: no tattoos, both ear lobes pierced, right cartilage pierced, left daith pierced.
accent: strong irish accent
unique mannerism/physical habits: she plays with a snitch when she’s stressed, bites her nails, paces when she’s worried.
INTELLECT.
level of education: private school till age eleven, graduated from hogwarts, no current schooling.
gifts/talents/skils: a very gifted seeker, talented writer
shortcomings: disorganized, horrible at herbology, loyal to a fault
style of speech: she can get quite loud and speak quick and mixed together. her tell when she is anxious, she is unusually quiet.
religious stance: agnostic
cautious or daring: daring
most sensitive about/vulnerable to: sensitive about her injury, ex-boyfriend drew, and when she was kidnapped.
optimist or pessimist: equalist
extrovert or introvert: extrovert
RELATIONSHIPS.
current marital/relationship status: in a relationship with james potter
sexual orientation: bisexual
past relationships:
was in an abusive relationship in her fifth year
level of sexual experience: had sex with drew, some one night stands, currently having sex with james potter
most comfortable around: james potter, evan parkinson, theodore dubanowski, lucille weasley, and frank longbottom
oldest friend: james potter and evan parkinson
pets: athena (snowy owl)
VOCATION.
profession: seeker for the kenmare kestrals
past occupations: part time barista at a muggle coffee shop
passions: quidditch, writing, coffee
attitude towards current job: she loves it, it’s her dream occupation and she would do anything and everything to keep it.
attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: she loves them, she works well with them.
SECRETS.
phobias: equinophobia (fear of horses) and aichmophobia (fear of needles)
life goals & dreams: to play in the quidditch world cup
greatest fears: that she’ll never play quidditch again, losing james
most ashamed of: getting injured and keeping her secret, not being able to protect lucy more when they were kidnapped.
compulsions: her broom has to be cleaned before every game
crimes committed: none
what she most wanted to change about herself/life: her injury, her abusive ex-boyfriend, her biological parents
DETAILS & QUIRKS.
daily routine: get up at six in the morning for a run, dirnk coffee, eats breakfast, takes a shower, goes to quidditch practice, eats lunch, hangs out with friends, dinner, writes some, has some alone time with james. sleeps.
night owl or early bird: early bird
light or heavy sleeper: mostly light
favorite food: mac and cheese with sharp cheedar cheese and mint chocolate chip ice cream
favorite book: romeo and juliet
favorite movie: beauty and the beast
favorite song: annasun by walk the moon
favorite color: crimson
coffee or tea: coffee
crunchy or smooth peanut butter: crunchy
typer of car she drives: none, she doesn’t want to drive
lefty or righty?: righty
cusser: often
smoker // drinker // drug user: no // yes but not around james // no
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