(no subject)
Here is day eleven. The Disney female featured today is another one of the official princesses, Fa Mulan. I couldn't find a story though with a character named Mulan and but I found one where the summary read like this. “She wants her parents to be proud of her; thats all she wants. There is only one way to do that. This story is based slightly off of the Disney movie 'Mulan'. Eventually will be a Draco/OC.”
I have managed to write up the entries so that I have enough to last me through the twenty-fifth but whether or not they get posted depends on how much computer time I have. Checking comments will be taking priority over posting entries.
TITLE: Two Reflections
PERPETRATOR: Lacey Grimstone (No... it isn't the writer's real name. She says so on her profile and I am rather glad to hear that.
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: It's a really creepy mask.
FULL NAME: Celina
SPECIES: She is the daughter of a Death Eater.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: She'll eventually use a Polyjuice potion.
CONNECTION TO CANON: Voldemort comes to their house and ridicules her for being a Hufflepuff which results in her father kicking her out of the house after Voldemort leaves. She's found by some random Muggle woman. She finds out later on it is really her grandmother and we find out that her parents were supposed to kill her so now she has to use a Polyjuice potion.
ORIGIN: This is supposed to be slightly based off Mulan...
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is to eventually be paired with Draco.
NOTES: I haven't a clue what this has to do with Mulan.
SAMPLE:
"Ah, Hufflepuffs. Particularly good finders…" You-know-who said causing the laughter to go up another notch. My face had gone from extremely pale to turning completely red in a matter of seconds. "You must be so proud of your daughter." He said to my parents. They still were looking at the ground.
While the laughing was still going on I ran over to the door. Once outside of the dining room I ran up to my bedroom and began crying. My parents are definitely not 'proud' of me. Far from it.
I had been up in my room for hours before anyone came up. This was of course after the various cracks of people apparating out of the house.
Instead of the usual knock on the door my father just burst in.
"Pack up." He told me, he waved his wand once and I watched my books fall from the pile I had stacked them into land inside my opened luggage case.
"Dad, what are you-"
"Do not call me your father. You are no daughter of mine." He said. My things began to come flying out of my closet and into the luggage now.
"STOP!" I yelled trying to push him out of my room. I felt myself being pushed to the ground. The now full luggage flew over me and tumbled down the stairs. My father pulled me up by the arm and began dragging me out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
"MUM!" I yelled hoping she would stop this. She was already downstairs. "Mum tell him to stop!" I said as he pushed me towards my luggage.
She said nothing.
"Leave." My father ordered.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I asked now with newly formed tears streaming down my face.
"Leave." He said again. I looked to my mum who again said nothing.
"Please!" I begged as he gave me one final push so that I was outside of the house along with my luggage. I stood outside of the door for several minutes hoping that they would open it. It was pouring down rain outside now. I knew they wouldn't change their mind. I had to find somewhere to stay; anywhere.
I have managed to write up the entries so that I have enough to last me through the twenty-fifth but whether or not they get posted depends on how much computer time I have. Checking comments will be taking priority over posting entries.
TITLE: Two Reflections
PERPETRATOR: Lacey Grimstone (No... it isn't the writer's real name. She says so on her profile and I am rather glad to hear that.
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
COVER/BANNER ART: It's a really creepy mask.
FULL NAME: Celina
SPECIES: She is the daughter of a Death Eater.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: She'll eventually use a Polyjuice potion.
CONNECTION TO CANON: Voldemort comes to their house and ridicules her for being a Hufflepuff which results in her father kicking her out of the house after Voldemort leaves. She's found by some random Muggle woman. She finds out later on it is really her grandmother and we find out that her parents were supposed to kill her so now she has to use a Polyjuice potion.
ORIGIN: This is supposed to be slightly based off Mulan...
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is to eventually be paired with Draco.
NOTES: I haven't a clue what this has to do with Mulan.
SAMPLE:
"Ah, Hufflepuffs. Particularly good finders…" You-know-who said causing the laughter to go up another notch. My face had gone from extremely pale to turning completely red in a matter of seconds. "You must be so proud of your daughter." He said to my parents. They still were looking at the ground.
While the laughing was still going on I ran over to the door. Once outside of the dining room I ran up to my bedroom and began crying. My parents are definitely not 'proud' of me. Far from it.
I had been up in my room for hours before anyone came up. This was of course after the various cracks of people apparating out of the house.
Instead of the usual knock on the door my father just burst in.
"Pack up." He told me, he waved his wand once and I watched my books fall from the pile I had stacked them into land inside my opened luggage case.
"Dad, what are you-"
"Do not call me your father. You are no daughter of mine." He said. My things began to come flying out of my closet and into the luggage now.
"STOP!" I yelled trying to push him out of my room. I felt myself being pushed to the ground. The now full luggage flew over me and tumbled down the stairs. My father pulled me up by the arm and began dragging me out of my bedroom and down the stairs.
"MUM!" I yelled hoping she would stop this. She was already downstairs. "Mum tell him to stop!" I said as he pushed me towards my luggage.
She said nothing.
"Leave." My father ordered.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I asked now with newly formed tears streaming down my face.
"Leave." He said again. I looked to my mum who again said nothing.
"Please!" I begged as he gave me one final push so that I was outside of the house along with my luggage. I stood outside of the door for several minutes hoping that they would open it. It was pouring down rain outside now. I knew they wouldn't change their mind. I had to find somewhere to stay; anywhere.