0077: Mandy - Mandy Epson
Ladies and Gentlemen, a repeat offender.
TITLE: Mandy (but I sent you away, oh, Mandy!)
PERPETRATOR: Andariel666 (her other Sue is also named Mandy... bets on the Author's real name, anybody?)
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Mandy Epson
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: 'long, thick dark hair'
EYES: 'hazel eyes'
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: a nose ring. I somehow doubt Hogwarts' dress code allows that. Also a fancy-dandy broom called an Excalibur.
ORIGIN: Unknown... apparently she's descended from Robert the Bruce (for no better reason that so she can discuss this with Oliver) and has lived in Spain for a while (for no better reason than to give her an accent Draco thinks is yummy). She's in Gryffindor.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Draco's attracted to her. Has a crush on Oliver, but he doesn't return the affection. Go, Oliver!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She plays Quidditch.
NOTES:
o/` I remember all my life
o/` Hazel eyes as cold as ice
o/` Silky raven hair
o/` Curves in all the right places
o/` Cryin' in the night
o/` The angst goes into
o/` Mornin', just another day
o/` Canon people look your way
o/` OOCness in their eyes
o/` I see a memory
o/` I always realized
o/` How Sue-ish you were, oh Mandy
Sorry. ^_^
SAMPLE:
Mandy cast a disdainful glance at Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Her so-called friends were all bantering about nothing in particular. She felt her short fuse slowly burning. She knew that she should get outta there before she did something she would later regret.
She ran through the common room and darted out of the portrait hole, none of the Gryffindors noticing her absence.
Draco Malfoy reclined against a wall, looking into space. His spacious and airy common room had become to claustrophobic and tight for his liking, and he had sought the solace of the open hallways of Hogwarts.
He was flipping a coin in the air absently, watching as it’s gold surface glinted in the dim light, and catching it effortlessly in his palm, only to repeat the process. He sank into the shadows as he heard a noise.
Mandy Epson round the corner. She paused for a moment, catching her breath. Draco watched her, amused. Something about her interested him. She had long, thick dark hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, and a figure resembling that Muggle’s, Salma Hayek’s - quite fitting in a way, because although she had pale skin, she’d lived in Spain before transferring to Hogwarts - she had a slight Spanish accent, very slight but there nonetheless. She was tall, 5’8, and wore a lot of jewellery - from the rings on her fingers to the stud in her nose. She had the kind of mind a Slytherin found admirable - smart, perceptive, yet cunning and fast. She was able to spin webs of deception around a lot of people, including some of the teachers. He always watched her. She often used sharp humour, strong satire. She could either be genuinely humorous, trying to cheer up some poor friend, or her words could drip sarcasm and cruelty. He still found it hard to believe her a Gryffindor. And friend to the Wonder Trio. She had joined Hogwarts quite late, he didn’t know why - her past and even her present were shrouded in mystery. She had become fast friends with the Wonder Trio, and this he had seen as a flaw.
But he could not deny his attraction to her. At the same time, he could not deny that he had treated her like he treated most Gryffindors. With sneering cruelty, sarcasm, mean pranks and false accusations. And it was always the same - she would look to him, and raise an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. And he would laugh.
She had a short temper - she never rushed things, always acted calmly, but piss her off, and you regretted it. She ran on a short fuse and anything could spark it off. At the same time she was calm, she was spontaneous, humorous and generally a mad female.
He watched her as she tried to calm herself. She wore Muggle clothing - jeans and a black tee with a picture of a pack of wolves on the front. Her hair was tied back messily but nicely. She looked about her, her eyebrows knitted together angrily. Then she stalked away.
TITLE: Mandy (but I sent you away, oh, Mandy!)
PERPETRATOR: Andariel666 (her other Sue is also named Mandy... bets on the Author's real name, anybody?)
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Mandy Epson
SPECIES: Human/Witch
HAIR: 'long, thick dark hair'
EYES: 'hazel eyes'
MARKINGS: none
POSESSIONS: a nose ring. I somehow doubt Hogwarts' dress code allows that. Also a fancy-dandy broom called an Excalibur.
ORIGIN: Unknown... apparently she's descended from Robert the Bruce (for no better reason that so she can discuss this with Oliver) and has lived in Spain for a while (for no better reason than to give her an accent Draco thinks is yummy). She's in Gryffindor.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Draco's attracted to her. Has a crush on Oliver, but he doesn't return the affection. Go, Oliver!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She plays Quidditch.
NOTES:
o/` I remember all my life
o/` Hazel eyes as cold as ice
o/` Silky raven hair
o/` Curves in all the right places
o/` Cryin' in the night
o/` The angst goes into
o/` Mornin', just another day
o/` Canon people look your way
o/` OOCness in their eyes
o/` I see a memory
o/` I always realized
o/` How Sue-ish you were, oh Mandy
Sorry. ^_^
SAMPLE:
Mandy cast a disdainful glance at Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Her so-called friends were all bantering about nothing in particular. She felt her short fuse slowly burning. She knew that she should get outta there before she did something she would later regret.
She ran through the common room and darted out of the portrait hole, none of the Gryffindors noticing her absence.
Draco Malfoy reclined against a wall, looking into space. His spacious and airy common room had become to claustrophobic and tight for his liking, and he had sought the solace of the open hallways of Hogwarts.
He was flipping a coin in the air absently, watching as it’s gold surface glinted in the dim light, and catching it effortlessly in his palm, only to repeat the process. He sank into the shadows as he heard a noise.
Mandy Epson round the corner. She paused for a moment, catching her breath. Draco watched her, amused. Something about her interested him. She had long, thick dark hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, and a figure resembling that Muggle’s, Salma Hayek’s - quite fitting in a way, because although she had pale skin, she’d lived in Spain before transferring to Hogwarts - she had a slight Spanish accent, very slight but there nonetheless. She was tall, 5’8, and wore a lot of jewellery - from the rings on her fingers to the stud in her nose. She had the kind of mind a Slytherin found admirable - smart, perceptive, yet cunning and fast. She was able to spin webs of deception around a lot of people, including some of the teachers. He always watched her. She often used sharp humour, strong satire. She could either be genuinely humorous, trying to cheer up some poor friend, or her words could drip sarcasm and cruelty. He still found it hard to believe her a Gryffindor. And friend to the Wonder Trio. She had joined Hogwarts quite late, he didn’t know why - her past and even her present were shrouded in mystery. She had become fast friends with the Wonder Trio, and this he had seen as a flaw.
But he could not deny his attraction to her. At the same time, he could not deny that he had treated her like he treated most Gryffindors. With sneering cruelty, sarcasm, mean pranks and false accusations. And it was always the same - she would look to him, and raise an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing. And he would laugh.
She had a short temper - she never rushed things, always acted calmly, but piss her off, and you regretted it. She ran on a short fuse and anything could spark it off. At the same time she was calm, she was spontaneous, humorous and generally a mad female.
He watched her as she tried to calm herself. She wore Muggle clothing - jeans and a black tee with a picture of a pack of wolves on the front. Her hair was tied back messily but nicely. She looked about her, her eyebrows knitted together angrily. Then she stalked away.