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I was a hero early in the morning
I ain't no hero in the night
05 March 2008 @ 01:54 pm
Who? Maisie MacIntyre
What? A walk through hell.
When? Right before the protest in Diagon Alley.
Where? The library
Why? Because she's not lucky enough to forget for good.
( Catch me as I fall--Say you're here, and it's all over now--Speaking to the atmosphere--No one's here, and I fall into myself--This truth drives me into madness--I know I can stop the pain, if I will it all away--If i will it all away... )
What? A walk through hell.
When? Right before the protest in Diagon Alley.
Where? The library
Why? Because she's not lucky enough to forget for good.
( Catch me as I fall--Say you're here, and it's all over now--Speaking to the atmosphere--No one's here, and I fall into myself--This truth drives me into madness--I know I can stop the pain, if I will it all away--If i will it all away... )
27 February 2008 @ 12:59 am
O Where Are You Going?
"O where are you going?" said reader to rider,
"That valley is fatal when furnaces burn,
Yonder's the midden whose odours will madden,
That gap is the grave where the tall return."
"O do you imagine," said fearer to farer,
"That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,
Your diligent looking discover the lacking
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?"
"O what was that bird," said horror to hearer,
"Did you see that shape in the twisted trees?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is a shocking disease."
"Out of this house," said rider to reader,
"Yours never will," said farer to fearer,
"They're looking for you," said hearer to horror,
As he left them there, as he left them there
~W.H Auden
22 February 2008 @ 02:47 pm
The Character Physically
1. What is the character's stature and build? Is she overweight? Thin? What is her height and weight?
She's tiny. 5'2 and almost always on the too thin side. It's the whole werewolf metabolism it burns away almost as many calories as she puts in her body.
2. How old is she?
Seventeen.
3. Describe her posture. Is it good? Does she carry herself well? Is she crooked? Straight?
Most of the time Maisie moves with grace. The closer it gets to the full moon however the more her hip (where she was bitten) hurts and her gait is a bit uneven. Directly after the full moon she's prone to dragging her leg a bit.
4. Is she in good shape or out of condition? Is she muscularly weak or strong?
People that see Maisie wouldn't immediately use the word 'strong' to describe her. She's not well muscled or defined. But there is real strength there - far more than people expect that don't know her. She's fast and strong.
5. How is her health? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities?
As good as any person's health can be when their bones break every month and reform themselves into the shape of a wolf. The week before the full moon Maisie is often tired, achy and not all that pleasant. And directly after the moon she is usually in a great deal of pain.
1. What is the character's stature and build? Is she overweight? Thin? What is her height and weight?
She's tiny. 5'2 and almost always on the too thin side. It's the whole werewolf metabolism it burns away almost as many calories as she puts in her body.
2. How old is she?
Seventeen.
3. Describe her posture. Is it good? Does she carry herself well? Is she crooked? Straight?
Most of the time Maisie moves with grace. The closer it gets to the full moon however the more her hip (where she was bitten) hurts and her gait is a bit uneven. Directly after the full moon she's prone to dragging her leg a bit.
4. Is she in good shape or out of condition? Is she muscularly weak or strong?
People that see Maisie wouldn't immediately use the word 'strong' to describe her. She's not well muscled or defined. But there is real strength there - far more than people expect that don't know her. She's fast and strong.
5. How is her health? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities?
As good as any person's health can be when their bones break every month and reform themselves into the shape of a wolf. The week before the full moon Maisie is often tired, achy and not all that pleasant. And directly after the moon she is usually in a great deal of pain.
( LOOOOONGGGG MEME )
20 February 2008 @ 07:00 pm
Okay- here's the thing. All our furry little friends have furry names: Moony, Fluffy, Padfoot, Prongs... Maisie is feeling all left out!
Poll #1141709 Pick Maisie's Furry Name
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 7
Poll #1141709 Pick Maisie's Furry Name
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 7
What do you think Maisie's 'furry' name should be?
View Answers
Tala - Wolf
3 (42.9%)
Taini - Returning Moon 0 (0.0%)
Mahina - Moon 0 (0.0%)
Bunny - a fluffy creature wolves like to chase 4 (57.1%)
Other - Leave suggestions in comments 0 (0.0%)
20 February 2008 @ 03:31 pm
Never.
That's how often Maisie looked forward to the full moon.
Not once since she was six years old did she look forward to transformation.
Tonight is the single exception.
It has been building for weeks. The slow steady creeping of her wolf to the surface. A sniff here. A nip there. A snarl. It was getting to be impossible to tell where the girl ended and the wolf began.
All Maisie knows is that her family is under siege from the outside. Her family. Her pack. Yes, they were hers just like she was theirs. She could feel the tensions in Scorpius and her Dad growing. They were both so skilled with wearing masks that if her human side was fully in control she might not have noticed. Maisie didn't know - but the wolf knew. She felt her Dad's snarl. She smelled the death that clung to Scorpius when he'd been sitting with his grandfather. And she could taste the fear in the air around the castle. The Durmstrang students feared her and Maisie enjoyed it. The scent, the taste of it on her tongue. It was all she could do not to send her patronus over to the Durmstrang ship and have it howl for them.
But she doesn't have to wait any longer. As soon as the sun starts to descend Maisie is out of the castle faster than she's moved in days. She wants away and now. It's like all the ache and pain in her hip simply disappears.
Her last thought before the bones in her hips, back shoulders, legs start to break and reform themselves into a whole new shape is 'FINALLY'.
Once she's pieced back together again and the wolf is standing strong Maisie tosses her head towards the others as if saying 'Come on! Let's play!' She wants to run and keep running until dawn.
They fall into old patterns, chasing and playing with her and Scorpius holding back just enough so they can all stay together.
There's a snapping of a twig and they all change direction without even slowing down. But unlike Scorpius who keeps following Moony, Maisie lets out a short howl of 'good luck and happy hunting' and turns back. She's not ready to stop running yet.
Once she's by herself she shifts into full speed and everything in the world slows down in comparison. The freedom is like a drug pumping through her spurring her on faster and faster until she's miles away from where she started. When she finally slows, her head cocks to one side.
The place is familiar to her. The scent is...
Ohhhh...
She knows where she is Or at least close to. Her birthplace.
She leaps up a pile of stones that might have once been a wall and looks out. She can see the park from where she sits. The park and a house not far in the distance. Certainly not far for her.
Her head tilts to the moon and her voice lifts proud, loud and stronger than ever. The howl she lets out is anything but plaintive. It's a calling. It's a dare. It's a threat. 'This is mine.' and 'Go ahead! Run! Hide!' and most of all 'I'll find you!'.
Then she smells it.
Someone is in her territory. Someone is trespassing.
Someone's about to learn a very unfortunate lesson.
She's off and running.
17 February 2008 @ 07:16 pm
To: Deputy Headmaster Wilkes,
From: Maisie McIntyre
Sir,
I am writing this with the full knowledge that I will be making my apologies face to face soon, Headmaster Snape and I discussed what I did at length and he was quite clear that I will apologize for my actions, my rudeness and fill you in on the events more fully than I did when we spoke.
I wanted to write this before facing you. I need to know this is all written down.
First, please let me fill you in on just what it was that provoked me to take such drastic action. Your two students were casually discussing killing my father and myself. One was going to write to his father for a gun with silver bullets--so I hexed them.
Next, I should apologize about my unforgivable lack of manners and respect when we spoke. You see, I was feeling angry because you gave my name to your students. I am sure that you understand. But that doesn't mean I should have shown you that disrespect.
I should have covered it. Buried it. Swallowed it. Choked on it. Done whatever necessary to make sure that you would have no outward signs of just how repulsive I find you. How much I hate you and how much a part of me wants nothing more than to reach down your throat and rip out your spine. You fear the anger you're shown. Let me tell you something, that is short sighted. You should fear what I don't show you far more.
You are an arrogant, moronic, bottom-feeding bigot who has devoted his life to raising other bigots. You, your kind and the hate filled monsters you spawn will make it so that my father never has a moment of peace, make it so that I never have a moment of true peace throughout my life. For that I wish I'd done far worse.
I'm sure you think you know what a 'dark creature' is, what one can do but you have no idea. You don't know darkness until it takes up residence in your own heart and mind. You can't possibly know the howling, raging beast that lives inside of me. If you knew, if you had a clue, you wouldn't have sneered at me during our last conversation--you would have pissed yourself and prayed to whatever God you think might hear you for mercy.
...and I wouldn't have shown you any.
My mask is cracked in places right now but it's still beautiful, so chances are when I stand in front of you next, looking and sounding contrite you won't have the faintest notion that in my mind I can taste your blood on my lips and when we shake hands I can feel your bones snap like tinder between my fingers.
Sincerely,
Maisie McIntyre
OOC: This letter was never sent. It was burned as soon as it was written.
06 January 2008 @ 03:25 am
*Owl to Remus* ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
hp_beyond timeline
hp_beyond timeline *the owl comes with a pack of cigarettes and a 2pound bar of chocolate*
Dear Dad,
When Pyxis came to let Capella and I know what's been going on back home I knew I had to write.
First you have to know that Leo isn't alone. Cap, Pyxis and I have decided that since Leo is going to be living in our country then he's our responsibility. Merlin knows we can't trust him to that professor of his.
I know that as you read those words a lot is going on inside of you. I know this constitutes one of the worst kinds of betrayal of trust you can imagine - not only because Leo is your godson but because he's your student and Hogwarts is your school. I can't say I know what a violation of that trust feels like, I'm not even sure I want to imagine it but what I do know is (and I'm sorry but this needs to be put in bold) I hope that you aren't blaming yourself for this.
That's right, miles and miles away and I can feel you questioning yourself from here with 'what if' and 'how could I fail him' and a whole host of other things that simply aren't true. How do I know when I'm not even there? Dad, I know they're not true because I know you. I've been your daughter and your student almost all my life.
The completely biased side - your daughter - knows that you are the wisest, kindest, strongest man alive and that you look out for and protect almost everyone that crosses your path more than once, not to mention the people you love, the people who count you as family. There is no greater protection in this world than to be loved by Remus Lupin. You can move mountains and slay dragons and banish boogey men without breaking a sweat. The one thing you can't do however, is stop protect people from making their own mistakes. You didn't fail Leo as his godfather.
The only mostly biased side - your student - knows that you are wise, kind and completely devoted to the safety and well-being of your students. There isn't a student in that school who doesn't know that they can come to you with a problem or for help, you give everything your knowledge and your experience and your protection to them just as fiercely as you do family. And no, you didn't fail Leo as his professor either.
But in spite of that this thing has happened and events have unfolded that are beyond your control. In the end you can't know everything, you can't protect people from themselves or their own lack of sense. Even as I'm writing, I know that you don't accept that. You must feel like there was some way you could have seen, should have known. I'd remove that doubt and ease your mind if I could - but I doubt I can. Not completely.
So instead I'll give you the kind of advice you've given me when I've been down on myself: All you can do is your best. If it's not enough then all you can do is learn from it and keep going.
Try not to worry about Leo more than is absolutely necessary and know Capella and I always have room for you in case you miss the little snot.
All my love,
Maisie
23 November 2007 @ 03:43 pm
1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth to.
2. I will pick two of them to answer
3. One I will tell the truth about
4. One I will lie about (the last you will have to try and answer for me).
5. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.
2. I will pick two of them to answer
3. One I will tell the truth about
4. One I will lie about (the last you will have to try and answer for me).
5. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.
27 October 2007 @ 07:19 pm
1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
1 chance...
1 honest answer...
That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.
Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.
19 October 2007 @ 03:18 pm
idea stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
youngestlupin
youngestlupin 09 October 2007 @ 04:53 am
My name is Maisie MacIntyre and this is my journal. I'm six years old and sometimes I have a lot to say.
There'll probably be a lot of stuff here about my parents. I miss them a lot. One of the Healers said that a good way to deal with missing them is to write down all the things I loved about them and remember about them so that no matter how old I get I won't forget them. My Mum was a school teacher which is how I can read and write. My Daddy had magic. He used to write songs.
We were going home from dinner and walked through a park. Daddy and Mum and I were all hurt but they were hurt worse'n me. When I woke up the Healers said my parents were 'gone'. 'Gone' is what grownups say when they don't want to say 'dead'. Since then I live here at St Mungos Hospital. They brought me all my stuff from home so I wouldn't be so homesick. It's not so bad living here. The Healers and Medi-Witches are all really nice except for the Night Medi-Witch. She's always telling me to go to bed when I'm not even sleepy!
Someday when I grow up I'm going to either be a teacher like my Mum or maybe write songs like my Daddy. Or maybe I'll be a Princess cause I think that'd be cool!