3355: When You're Strange - Malorie Talbot
Don't forget about the fanfic contest. I'm leaving it at that today as I've a headache.
TITLE: When You're Strange
PERPETRATOR:
SUE-O-METER: It is a clip of the writer's avatr, which is a picture of the writer I believe.
COVER/BANNER ART:
(bad)
SUMMARY:”Malorie Talbot grew up in a muggle world thinking she was a freak, no one important. But little did she know that she was special to the friends she was about to make at Hogwarts. She was special to Sirius Black. Not that he'd ever tell her that. (Sirius/OC) ”
FULL NAME: Malorie Talbot
SPECIES: She is the adoptive daughter of Scott and Karen Carrol. (Why doesn't she share their last name?)
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The first chapter involves angst and then her finding out that she's not really a freak. That's it with the freak buisness. Malorie meets a Jenny, Josie and Max on the train as well... before she meets Remus.
ORIGIN: The writer decided to go the route of Muggleborn freak. Except in this particular case the character is quite possibly not Muggleborn. She randomly found out she was Metamorphmagus. Once she caused the paint pots to exploud in another child's face.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a Metamorphmagus.
NOTES: Here is a note about the story. “It will follow through their journey at school and if all goes according to plan, right on till after Harry's war with Voldemort.” It fills like the writer is using the "freak" part to draw the readers in, but not really use it. Also... doesn't the Metamirphmagus ability show up at a very, very young age and not when it shows up for Malorie? I didn't want to read far as the formatting is pretty bad.
SAMPLE:
Being called a freak is never an easy thing to deal with, whether you are a fully grown adult or just a child. But being a child with no one to turn to, it is exceptionally harder. Being a ten year old child who spent all of her spare time alone, Malorie Talbot knew better than anyone just how hard it can be to be called a freak. And it wasn't just the other children at school that used that word to hurt her, no, she had heard the very same one falling from the lips of her parents. Not her biological parents of course, they had died a long time ago, but the couple that had adopted Malorie at just seven months old. She had heard them say that word in hushed conversations in the kitchen when they thought she was in bed.
And the worst part of this was that Malorie didn't blame them, not one bit. Most of the time she actually agreed with their assumptions of her. She too thought of herself as a freak. She hadn't for a long time. She didn't know that her hair was changing colour before she could even walk. She didn't know that she had made her eyes go purple one afternoon. She didn't know. Not until she was a little older and had been running away from some school bullies. She'd hidden in the girls toilets, panting with fear and exhaustion when she'd heard voices coming from the hall. Before she realized what was happening she was staring up at her bullies from the floor, no taller than an inch. The other girls took one look at her and screamed, running to tell the teacher there was a mouse in the bathroom. It wasn't until she got home that she realized she had been that mouse. She didn't know how she'd done it and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't for the life of her do it again. But she did know that no one else could do it. And she knew that that made her a freak.
Her adoptive parents, Scott and Karen Carrol, thought maybe it would be something that would fade with time, as Malorie grew older she'd grow more... Normal. And for the most part they believed they had been right. Malorie kept her disorder, as she'd come to call it, hidden from the world. Occasionally when she was scared she'd slip up finding herself altering her appearance without even realizing it. But most of the time she was a normal girl.
Scott and Karen never grew more fond of her though. When they adopted a daughter they had been hoping for a bright young lady who would speak only when spoken to, do everything she was told and expected of her, and would follow in Karen's footsteps to being a smart business woman. Malorie however did none of these things. She was bright for her age but not in a way that pleased her adoptive parents. They wanted her to excel in school which she did, but with the amount of detentions and fights she had gotten in they would hardly call themselves proud. Malorie only did her chores when threatened with being sent back to the children's home. She might not have liked living with the Carrol's but anywhere was better than that children's home. Malorie let people know what she was thinking, unless it was something she wanted to keep secret, and as for becoming a business woman, well Malorie had her eyes on the more creative side of things. She wanted to write and paint and sing. She didn't know how she would make that a career but she was determined that she would. Somehow.
At school she had separated herself from others. At first this had been unintentional but soon she meant to be alone. She liked her own company finding that other kids her age didn't care about much other than playing and 'what time is lunch?' Malorie used her free time to indulge herself in her creative nature and her vivid imagination. She like to write adventurous stories and paint the pictures to go with them. And she so loved to sing. And luckily, after months and months of pleading with the Carrol's, they had bought her an old second hand guitar. She had to use what little money she had saved up from past birthdays to have it re-stringed but she was beginning to get the hang of it.
There was a music teacher at school called Miss Fox. She had long black hair with the fringe cut short, shining green eyes and was always dressed in long sleeved tops, floor length skirts and laced up boots. Her hands and neck were always adorned with lots of silver jewellery and Malorie always thought she looked like a witch. She had taken to teaching Malorie how to play her guitar and she was the only person in the world that didn't look at Malorie as though she were a... Well, a freak.
TITLE: When You're Strange
PERPETRATOR:
SUE-O-METER: It is a clip of the writer's avatr, which is a picture of the writer I believe.
COVER/BANNER ART:
(bad)
SUMMARY:”Malorie Talbot grew up in a muggle world thinking she was a freak, no one important. But little did she know that she was special to the friends she was about to make at Hogwarts. She was special to Sirius Black. Not that he'd ever tell her that. (Sirius/OC) ”
FULL NAME: Malorie Talbot
SPECIES: She is the adoptive daughter of Scott and Karen Carrol. (Why doesn't she share their last name?)
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The first chapter involves angst and then her finding out that she's not really a freak. That's it with the freak buisness. Malorie meets a Jenny, Josie and Max on the train as well... before she meets Remus.
ORIGIN: The writer decided to go the route of Muggleborn freak. Except in this particular case the character is quite possibly not Muggleborn. She randomly found out she was Metamorphmagus. Once she caused the paint pots to exploud in another child's face.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She's a Metamorphmagus.
NOTES: Here is a note about the story. “It will follow through their journey at school and if all goes according to plan, right on till after Harry's war with Voldemort.” It fills like the writer is using the "freak" part to draw the readers in, but not really use it. Also... doesn't the Metamirphmagus ability show up at a very, very young age and not when it shows up for Malorie? I didn't want to read far as the formatting is pretty bad.
SAMPLE:
Being called a freak is never an easy thing to deal with, whether you are a fully grown adult or just a child. But being a child with no one to turn to, it is exceptionally harder. Being a ten year old child who spent all of her spare time alone, Malorie Talbot knew better than anyone just how hard it can be to be called a freak. And it wasn't just the other children at school that used that word to hurt her, no, she had heard the very same one falling from the lips of her parents. Not her biological parents of course, they had died a long time ago, but the couple that had adopted Malorie at just seven months old. She had heard them say that word in hushed conversations in the kitchen when they thought she was in bed.
And the worst part of this was that Malorie didn't blame them, not one bit. Most of the time she actually agreed with their assumptions of her. She too thought of herself as a freak. She hadn't for a long time. She didn't know that her hair was changing colour before she could even walk. She didn't know that she had made her eyes go purple one afternoon. She didn't know. Not until she was a little older and had been running away from some school bullies. She'd hidden in the girls toilets, panting with fear and exhaustion when she'd heard voices coming from the hall. Before she realized what was happening she was staring up at her bullies from the floor, no taller than an inch. The other girls took one look at her and screamed, running to tell the teacher there was a mouse in the bathroom. It wasn't until she got home that she realized she had been that mouse. She didn't know how she'd done it and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't for the life of her do it again. But she did know that no one else could do it. And she knew that that made her a freak.
Her adoptive parents, Scott and Karen Carrol, thought maybe it would be something that would fade with time, as Malorie grew older she'd grow more... Normal. And for the most part they believed they had been right. Malorie kept her disorder, as she'd come to call it, hidden from the world. Occasionally when she was scared she'd slip up finding herself altering her appearance without even realizing it. But most of the time she was a normal girl.
Scott and Karen never grew more fond of her though. When they adopted a daughter they had been hoping for a bright young lady who would speak only when spoken to, do everything she was told and expected of her, and would follow in Karen's footsteps to being a smart business woman. Malorie however did none of these things. She was bright for her age but not in a way that pleased her adoptive parents. They wanted her to excel in school which she did, but with the amount of detentions and fights she had gotten in they would hardly call themselves proud. Malorie only did her chores when threatened with being sent back to the children's home. She might not have liked living with the Carrol's but anywhere was better than that children's home. Malorie let people know what she was thinking, unless it was something she wanted to keep secret, and as for becoming a business woman, well Malorie had her eyes on the more creative side of things. She wanted to write and paint and sing. She didn't know how she would make that a career but she was determined that she would. Somehow.
At school she had separated herself from others. At first this had been unintentional but soon she meant to be alone. She liked her own company finding that other kids her age didn't care about much other than playing and 'what time is lunch?' Malorie used her free time to indulge herself in her creative nature and her vivid imagination. She like to write adventurous stories and paint the pictures to go with them. And she so loved to sing. And luckily, after months and months of pleading with the Carrol's, they had bought her an old second hand guitar. She had to use what little money she had saved up from past birthdays to have it re-stringed but she was beginning to get the hang of it.
There was a music teacher at school called Miss Fox. She had long black hair with the fringe cut short, shining green eyes and was always dressed in long sleeved tops, floor length skirts and laced up boots. Her hands and neck were always adorned with lots of silver jewellery and Malorie always thought she looked like a witch. She had taken to teaching Malorie how to play her guitar and she was the only person in the world that didn't look at Malorie as though she were a... Well, a freak.