Nemi Montoya, Lise Myhre's "Nemi" comic

[frioggrusom]

((While Nemi does know an awful lot of fandoms and refer to them from time to time, she is actually of the firm conviction that it’s, in fact, all real, and would never “out” a character as fictional. She is prone to fangirling. Fair warning to muns of attractive males. XD

Feel free to visit Nemi's journal, for shameless canon pimping!))

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[vislor_turlough]

"That is the least witty name for a bar I ever heard."

[frioggrusom]

Uh huh. What was she supposed to do with this information? Say she was sorry? Hell no.

"Then my suggestion for you is that you get a sense of humour," said Nemi dryly. "And maybe remove the stick up your bum."

Vote: Squib

[vislor_turlough]

Well, fuck you too.

[cardarchitect]

Near just caught sight of Mello sashaying out as he entered the sorting room; clearly he hadn't thought much of the applicant.

But Mello didn't think much of most people. Near couldn't really fault him for it; he just tended to be less aggressive about it.

He surveyed the application and the applicant thoughtfully.

"Is that your natural complexion, or is it makeup?

[frioggrusom]

"Mix of both," said Nemi and shrugged. "I don't go into the sun that much." But she still loved the sun, rejoiced when summer came, and then spent most of her time being outside under a large, black umbrella.

[cardarchitect]

"A minor affectation, then." He shrugged. Near didn't have any choice in his own paleness, but there were more annoying ways to decorate oneself.

"Do you think you belong here?"

[frioggrusom]

Nemi smiled hugely, eyes absolutely sparkling. "Yes. Yes, I belong here." She'd been wanting to go to Hogwarts for years. "I'm pretty sure I do, anyway," she added. "I mean, it's way better than back home. Why do you ask?"

[lemondrop_party]

"Well, good afternoon, Nemi Montoya."

It was none other than Albus Dumbledore. His smile was genuine and broad and radiant, and it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

[frioggrusom]

Eeeeek!

Suddenly Nemi felt very small and awed. He was here! An old, wise mentor person! A Gandalf person! She didn't need her overactive imagination to picture this man giving sage advice to his young apprentice, and a huge, huge grin spread over her face as she was torn between the urge to hug him and the desire to ask for an autograph.

"Good afternoon!" she squeaked happily. "Is... how... are... and... I'm..." She had no idea what to say. In fact, she had a lot of trouble stopping herself from jumping up and down with glee. Finally she blurted out, "Can I have your autograph, please? I'm a really big fan!"

[lemondrop_party]

Albus, fully aware of his reputation in the wizarding world (Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, defeater of Grindelwald, and near-universally acknowledged "greatest wizard of the century" that he was), had long since grown used to reactions like this. He had also long since determined not to let it go to his head.

"I propose a trade. I will autograph this for you -" he produced one of his Chocolate Frog cards from his sleeve; earlier that day he had unwrapped and eaten the candy it accompanied - "if you will autograph this for me," and he handed her his copy of her Sorting application.

[frioggrusom]

Muh? Trade?

"Alright!" beamed Nemi. You do not question the Old, Wise Mentor Person. "But I haven't really done anything important. I mean, I'm not famous. I mean, not like you are. I mean... I work retail," she finished lamely. "Why would you want my autograph?"

[sbisawesome]

(( feel free for Nemi to 'recognize' Strong Bad as well, if she would recognize him. He is sure he's quite famous for answering e-mails. It's equally fun when no one recognizes him, too. ))

Wow. Just ... wow. She was one hot-looking lady. Too bad her all-black attire and general demeanor probably made her a likelier match for brother Strong Sad. Strong Bad sauntered up to say hello anyway.

He felt his quintessential and notorious smoothness would surely see him through.

"... Uh. Um. Hey," he offered, waving a boxing glove. Suave! "I'm Strong Bad!"

Grandiose. Oh, grandiose.

[frioggrusom]

Nemi blinked. She had not expected Strong Bad to be here. Then again, who had she expected? This place had an open bar in Ravenclaw and hookahs in Slytherin, so who was to say Strong Bad couldn't be here too?

"Hello... Strong Bad. I'm Nemi." She gave him the thumbs-up. "Fan of your work." She'd seen an episode or two of sbemails, and she had laughed, so... fan. Sure!

[sbisawesome]

"Yeah, Dangeresque is probably my best-known work." Strong Bad preened, insofar as a creature without feathers could preen. "You know, a lot of those scenes were totally based on a true story! Like all the scenes where I'm awesome, those were all real."

[frioggrusom]

"I don't think I saw that one. But I'll take your word for it." Nemi leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. "So... Strong Bad. What are you doing here?" Seriously. She was really curious.

[bantersucks]

((*gives in* Yay! You apped her! And since this is the only pup who's talking to me now...))

Jaime was torn between backing away from the crazy and being amused by it. The latter won out. "Guess nobody could accuse you of false advertising with that bar name."

[frioggrusom]

Nemi grinned. "I think it's catchier than T.G.I. Friday's. There could be a whole chain of them, and I'd have veto rights on any decisions." It was definitely going on the list of Things Nemi Wanted To Be When She Grew Up.

"Who are you, then?" she asked. She was in a pretty good mood. Hey, she had already met a personal hero of hers here (no, not Strong Bad), so she was all open to meeting new people.