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Post by vertigomalfoy on Apr 19, 2009 7:35:50 GMT -8
There is a common agreement in this world that says we can't all be good at absolutely everything. Perfection may be a good goal to strive for but it is never achievable. If anything perfection is flawed only because of the lack of flaws. This irony could not in any way or another be said for a certain Vertigo Malfoy... particularily on another certain Wednesday afternoon in another other certain empty charms classroom.
In fact, Vertigo had many flaws. And she knew it. Not because people freaquently pointed them out to her, which they did but that's not the point, but because she was a lot more well rounded than other people... specifically unspecific people in her faimily who always strived to be the best. But that was not the point. The point was that Vertigo had made a point of being especaially flawed that Wednesday afternoon in the empty charms classroom by committing an accidental involuntary crime. If that wasn't imperfect enough for you then swallow this, she also accidentally involuntarily wasn't able to fix the crime she'd committed, when anyone else in the school probably could have. And I'm talking like, first years probably could have.
The facts were these: Vertigo had just finished talking with her charms teacher just after she'd finished her charms class which, as the teacher had pointed out to her, she was failing miserably. This displeased little Vertigo to a certain extent , but not to the extent where she'd voluntarily break the charms teacher's most prized possession in revenge after said teacher left the room. No, instead it displeased Vertigo to the extent that once her teacher left the room she would accidentally involuntarily break the teacher's most prized possession. I know what your thinking. Your thinking it's the perfect crime that Vertigo was perfectly guilty for. But the real crime was being so imperfect at charms that she had not power to fix this teacher's most prized possession with a charm she'd learned three years ago.
"Re-FUCKING-paro!" She could be heard yelling down the whole hall way. That's right folks. Probably one of the first spells you learn in charms class and this fourth year gal still couldn't accomplish this. Maybe it was because she had the word 'fucking' hidden in the middle of the spell... yeah that could be it, or maybe it was because she sucked at magic all together... hence why she was failing charms class, and why she'd been around to break this prized possession.
A thousand little glass pieces lay scattered on the floor in front of the gurl and the gurl sat on her knees in front of the scattered pieces. Her wand was gripped in her hand and was being waved frantically at the pieces in hopes that something, anything would happen. The occasional "reparo!" could be heard in long angry bursts from Vertigo's mouth. But otherwise nothing was happening.
An unsatisfyed frown decorated Vertigo's pale face, though you couldn't really read her anger because her wild hair was covering her oversized eyes. As usually the black mass of mess was sticking out in every which direction. Today's attire consisted of lime green tights just because Vertigo wasn't quite weird enough and a vintage robe with a high collar and big brass buttons. The mess of colour of a gurl seemed just as shattered as the mess of glass in front of her. Must she be such a miserable failure at everything?
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Post by Cepheus Malfoy on Apr 19, 2009 8:13:55 GMT -8
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up and down. Down and up again. Exactly how small was the attention span of second years? Was it all second years that acted in that ridiculous manner? He doubted it, he certainly couldn’t remember behaving in such a preposterous way, even at the young age of twelve. So, that must mean that these particular second years were just idiots, or that the newer generation of students were all progressing backwards. After all, he wasn’t that different from most of the other students. He certainly didn’t aspire to be different while in high school, unlike some people he could mention. But he wouldn’t bother mentioning them now. How weird would it be if he just started naming people out loud, with nobody listening? Well, he supposed there were some people who’d be listening. He gave the younger students another frosty glare.
Having quickly decided that he couldn’t tolerate any more dim-witted behaviour from them, he swiftly moved on. Wandering along the corridor, without a purpose, but walking in such a way that suggested he did have one. During this aimless walking period, he came across what he had thought to be an empty classroom. That was to say, an empty classroom at that time. Being the Charms classroom, it was regularly filled with many students. But that was during the actual class times, hence his prediction that the room would be empty. He didn’t need to check to prove or disprove his predication, however, as the shrill voice of a younger girl came from inside the classroom, almost at the same time that he had passed the doorway.
He had no need to check who the voice was coming from either. From the moment he had heard her shout, he knew who this lone student was. How could he not? He had shared the same household with her for around fourteen years. Such happy times. Before she arrived, that was. A quick glance into the room verified his knowledge of the girl’s identity. None other than his very own little sibling. Who had taken to smashing objects, for some unknown reason? His eyes flickered over his sister, and then over the broken glass littering the floor. If he had been any other student, it would have been a funny situation. But being her brother, and wanting to protect the family name, he saw things entirely differently. It seemed she was being an embarrassment to them all, yet again.
Shutting the door firmly behind him, he stepped into the room, announcing his presence. As if she hadn’t already noticed. “The spell is REPARO. Not re-fucking-paro. Not any other variety. Just reparo, got it, yet? Merlin, are you capable of performing any spell correctly?” He could not prevent his eyes rolling back so far, they might have reached the ceiling, if he was slightly taller."And must you sit in a classroom where everyone can see you? Are you deliberately trying to draw attention to the fact that you can't even recite the correct incantation to a basic spell? There are first years, Vertigo, who are perfectly able to perform that spell correctly." He breathed in, not wanting to explode, although feeling that he was coming close to anger. Soon, he'd feel like he had to punch someone, or something, to release his frustration.
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Post by vertigomalfoy on Apr 19, 2009 9:18:43 GMT -8
Now the real question: is failure actually all that bad? Some people would say yes. Some people would look down on you for being imperfect. They would call you down, push you away, even ignore you because you couldn't live up to their standards. A cruel thing to do yes, but what kind of a cruel person would go so far as to do such a thing. Oh yeah, Mr. grumpy pants who'd just walked into the classroom would. And so would just about anyone else whom Vertigo was related to.
Of course Vertigo had noticed when her older brother had entered the room. Well, she did when he announced his presence by slamming the door shut. Before then, however, shew as to busy concentrating on the re-occurring failed spell that she was trying to perform. Things like that, for Vertigo, took much thought and much much more concentration than it did for some others. So much focus that there wasn't any left to notice when someone was coming in to rain on your parade. When she did, however, finally notice Cepheus she didn't look up. She kept her head hung forward like a child awaiting their punishment, which she might as well have been.
Of course, failure was meaningless to Vertigo. Although she was a Ravenclaw she did not strive for, nor receive, perfect grades. Sure she had the means and the smarts, but she did the best that she could. Unfortunately her magic grades didn't exactly reflect that. Many people doubted her place in Ravenclaw house for this exact reason, but, again, Vertigo didn't mind. The only people who did seem to mind were people like Cepheus who was clearly embarrassed by her absentmindedness and lack of ability to cast simple charms.
At the end of her older brother's first insult Vertigo's frown turned into playful smirk. Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly (not that you could tell there was so much hair in her face) and she lifted her head to meet Cepheus' harsh gaze. "Nice to see you too brother dear" she said sarcastically, though something about the way she said it wasn't meant to be an insult. Her tone was playful and light. It was hard to believe she could still talk like that to someone she'd disliked for most of her life. "Besides" she added. "I already tried the original version. It didn't work so I thought I'd try a few different ones."
Vertigo sat up straight and smiled, but there were things about her that were not as confident as she wanted to seem. Although her eyes were locked with Cepheus' her hands seemed to have a nervous life of their own. Her long fingers fiddled with one of the screws on the metal braces she wore on both her legs, the contraption covering most of the long limbs. Her other hand, the right one, gripped the wand she'd been holding tighter and tighter as if trying to squeeze the spell out of it and make it work so that she wouldn't look like such a looser... again. Usually she didn't mind, but family was always different.
"What do you care if people see me being a looser? You watch me be a looser all the time, what's the difference if I let other people see. Besides no one cares any ways. It's my life, not yours or theirs or anyone Else's." The knuckles on the wand hand were almost white, but her face and posture maintained their composure. "And if you're so great anyways, why don't you fix it." She gestured towards the shattered glass. Of course she wanted to be able to fix it herself, but she knew it'd take her ages. She hoped that she could get the trick past her older brother and make him fix it before her charms teacher came in and gave her detention, but she knew he was sharper than that. Still a gurl can hope.
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