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TITLE: Three Kindnesses
PERPETRATOR: fearthepaintedangel
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
COVER/BANNER ART: A clip of their avatar which is a stack of sheet music.
FULL NAME: Katherine
SPECIES: She is an angst ridden seventh year.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: She has tear streaks from crying.
POSSESSIONS: “A handkerchief. Embroidered with black roses as a borer. Someone had left me a handkerchief for my tears but I didn't know who.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Katherin wrote Lily up to two weeks ago because a month ago her grandmother's health got bad and then she passed away two weeks ago. She then has major angst about how she doesn't want Lily to comfort her because it was to soon. Sirius secretly leaves her his handkerchief. She's majorly depressed and doesn't want to listen to the conversation. “I let out a sigh, and decided to focus on eating. I spotted a chocolate truffle on one of the trays, the last of them left but before I could grab it, one of the other gryffindors grabbed it. Disappointed that I did not get to eat a truffle, I dejectedly stared at my plate, but a few seconds later, a chocolate truffle appeared on it.” She then sees Sirius but his wand back and suspects that it was him who left the handkerchief but she thinks it's not possible because this is Sirius and it is out of character for him 'cause “we weren't exaclty friends”. Sirius admits that it was him and is able to get her to smile.
ORIGIN: She lost her parents and now her grandmother.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Her dead grandmother wished that Katherine would find someone to fall in love with her like her grandmother loved her grandfather. (Um... isn't it supposed to be how her grandfather loved her grandmother?)
NOTES: The writer has another one-shot where an OC is paired with Sirius. The name of said OC is also Katherine. My issue with this particular story comes to how the OC treats Lily and how someone Katherine clearly states is not a friend takes precedence over a friend for interacting with and healing from this kind of hurt. Does it bother anyone else?
SAMPLE:
“What were you doing the past two weeks? You wrote to me every couple of days and then two weeks ago, nothing!” she said.
I was hoping to avoid this subject but I guess I had to tell her eventually, so I cleared my throat and plucked up the courage to tell her what I didn't want to talk about. “Gran's health got worse last month and she passed away two weeks ago.”
Lily was speechless as she moved to sit beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Oh, Katherine I'm so sorry for your loss. I know she meant the world to you. You should of told me sooner, you shouldn't have to face this alone.”
I know Lily was being supportive but I really didn't want to talk about it. I knew that this is exactly what people would do when I told them and I frankly did not want their sympathy. It was just too soon, and I still missed Gran, I still couldn't believe that she was gone.
Just as Lily was about to get me to talk about it, James, suprisingly now Head Boy, came by to get Lily on their way to meet the prefects. “I'm sorry, Katherine, I have to go but we'll talk about this when I get back.” She gave my hand a squeeze and left with James who seemed overjoyed to see her.
It was our seventh year at Hogwarts, every year my Gran had seen me off at the platform leaning on her cane, and smiling her smile that always reached her eyes with a twinkle. I remember her telling me in first year that she thought I would become a wonderful person that she would always be proud of. Her belief in my gave me strength after my parents death. Last year, she had held my hands in her own warm, wrinkled ones and told me how she fell in love with my grandfather in her sixth year on the train to Hogwarts, when she tripped and fell right in his way. She told me she hoped someone would trip into my way too and love me the way she loved my grandfather.
I missed her stories and I missed her smile but above all, I missed having someone to love and someone who loved me as well
Despite myself, tears began to track down my face. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and let them fall.
PERPETRATOR: fearthepaintedangel
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
COVER/BANNER ART: A clip of their avatar which is a stack of sheet music.
FULL NAME: Katherine
SPECIES: She is an angst ridden seventh year.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: She has tear streaks from crying.
POSSESSIONS: “A handkerchief. Embroidered with black roses as a borer. Someone had left me a handkerchief for my tears but I didn't know who.”
CONNECTION TO CANON: Katherin wrote Lily up to two weeks ago because a month ago her grandmother's health got bad and then she passed away two weeks ago. She then has major angst about how she doesn't want Lily to comfort her because it was to soon. Sirius secretly leaves her his handkerchief. She's majorly depressed and doesn't want to listen to the conversation. “I let out a sigh, and decided to focus on eating. I spotted a chocolate truffle on one of the trays, the last of them left but before I could grab it, one of the other gryffindors grabbed it. Disappointed that I did not get to eat a truffle, I dejectedly stared at my plate, but a few seconds later, a chocolate truffle appeared on it.” She then sees Sirius but his wand back and suspects that it was him who left the handkerchief but she thinks it's not possible because this is Sirius and it is out of character for him 'cause “we weren't exaclty friends”. Sirius admits that it was him and is able to get her to smile.
ORIGIN: She lost her parents and now her grandmother.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Her dead grandmother wished that Katherine would find someone to fall in love with her like her grandmother loved her grandfather. (Um... isn't it supposed to be how her grandfather loved her grandmother?)
NOTES: The writer has another one-shot where an OC is paired with Sirius. The name of said OC is also Katherine. My issue with this particular story comes to how the OC treats Lily and how someone Katherine clearly states is not a friend takes precedence over a friend for interacting with and healing from this kind of hurt. Does it bother anyone else?
SAMPLE:
“What were you doing the past two weeks? You wrote to me every couple of days and then two weeks ago, nothing!” she said.
I was hoping to avoid this subject but I guess I had to tell her eventually, so I cleared my throat and plucked up the courage to tell her what I didn't want to talk about. “Gran's health got worse last month and she passed away two weeks ago.”
Lily was speechless as she moved to sit beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Oh, Katherine I'm so sorry for your loss. I know she meant the world to you. You should of told me sooner, you shouldn't have to face this alone.”
I know Lily was being supportive but I really didn't want to talk about it. I knew that this is exactly what people would do when I told them and I frankly did not want their sympathy. It was just too soon, and I still missed Gran, I still couldn't believe that she was gone.
Just as Lily was about to get me to talk about it, James, suprisingly now Head Boy, came by to get Lily on their way to meet the prefects. “I'm sorry, Katherine, I have to go but we'll talk about this when I get back.” She gave my hand a squeeze and left with James who seemed overjoyed to see her.
It was our seventh year at Hogwarts, every year my Gran had seen me off at the platform leaning on her cane, and smiling her smile that always reached her eyes with a twinkle. I remember her telling me in first year that she thought I would become a wonderful person that she would always be proud of. Her belief in my gave me strength after my parents death. Last year, she had held my hands in her own warm, wrinkled ones and told me how she fell in love with my grandfather in her sixth year on the train to Hogwarts, when she tripped and fell right in his way. She told me she hoped someone would trip into my way too and love me the way she loved my grandfather.
I missed her stories and I missed her smile but above all, I missed having someone to love and someone who loved me as well
Despite myself, tears began to track down my face. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and let them fall.