AVERY, tabitha

[Tabitha Avery]

{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}

hi, my name is *v-la* and i joined because *did you know that most people don't know what the hyphen is a reference to*?

{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}

FULL NAME: Tabitha Avery
AGE: 15
YEAR or OCCUPATION: 5
BIRTHDAY: October 17
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Slytherin
FAMILY:

_______ Avery - 1st Year
_______ Avery - 3rd Year
_______ Avery - 5th Year
ANYTHING ELSE:

* Her younger brother, AVERY, is a member of the Slug Club
* Pureblood and very proud of it, stuck up about the impure
* Jealous of her brother, he gets more attention because he's male
* Is the most intelligent of the siblings and knows it
* Also very outgoing and talkative - chatters with her housemates
* Looks down on other houses, especially Hufflepuff
* But really hates that purebloods hold her as secondary because she's a girl
* More charming than many of her fellows
* Stuck up but communicates in a way that makes her seem nicer than she is
* Not very good with commitment or taking a strong stance
* Free as the wind, hates being tied down to anything, unemotional and detached
* Keeps a youthful attitude, is an eternal student that never tires of learning
* Often very unpredictable, one minute she's ready to claw your eyes out and the next it's all a big joke and she's talking her way out of it with a smile
* Has a very good memory, learns things quickly

{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}

"Unexpected," she said. Fiona rolled the word around in her mouth, considering it. She liked that word, it was even better than surprising. And it was a heck of a lot better than being slapped with a crazy label like manic depressive or schizo. She'd looked that word up. Schizophrenia. According to the old computer in the living room with Net Nanny software that tracked what they looked up and kept them from accessing any "personal pages," schizos heard voices in their heads that weren't really there. She didn't hear voices, that would be totally crazy. She just saw things that weaved in and out of reality. But she knew when she was seeing nightmares and when she was looking at same old the walls of Lyle House. If she was really crazy, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Okay, maybe she got a little hyperactive when she didn't sleep for a couple of days, but that didn't count. It shouldn't.

Plus, a lot of schizos were totally faking it, according to one website. Criminals said that voices in their heads told them to rob banks or shoot little old ladies as they brought their groceries home. Seemed a little far fetched. Why would disembodied voices in people's heads need to steal money? There were so many other ways to occupy oneself, ways that wouldn't end with a one way ticket to a prison cell. Prison was no fun, so real voices wouldn't want to be stuck looking at cell walls forever. They would be out telling people to have fun. But criminals that didn't want to go to jail would use voices as an excuse. Maybe once your options were prison or a loony bin, they went with the one that was rumored to have better food. The rumors she heard about prison food were very unpleasant, something about bugs in the beans.

Being called unexpected was much better than being called a schizo that belonged in a nut house. By the way, nut house? Misnomer. The other day the slang term had popped up in her mind after she'd heard it at school, and she had asked the nurses if they had any peanut butter around. They said no. There were also no pistachios, garbanzo beans, or jumping beans. It would've been fun to put jumping beans in that new bed-wetter's shoes, but Lyle House couldn't live up to a commonly accepted term for places where they stored the crazy people. And her. That or they had plenty of peanut butter around and they had been hiding it from her because they knew she was bored and likely to play tricks on other 'inmates' if she got her hands on peanut butter or jumping beans. She'd tried to point out that she would be doing them a favor, because the website that explained that criminals said voices told them to rob banks also said that bed wetting was an early sign of being totally bonkers. It hadn't exactly gone over well.

Aw, he wanted to keep talking about the silly nurses? People always gave her those weird looks when she explained that they were nurses who kept her locked up in Lyle House, and brought her back in every time she broke out when she didn't come back on her own. She had to go back every time she broke out because she got hungry. Oh well. If he wanted a story, she'd much rather tell the story of when she'd taken a necklace from someone in her dormitory and sold it for a few galleons, which she used to buy herself a lot of candy on the train ride back. Wizard candy was much more interesting than muggle candy. Muggle chocolate she pilfered from the therapist's office was all stationary and bland, wizard candy tried to bite back if you didn't bite it first. She really loved ice mice, they set her teeth chattering like the time she'd broken into the backyard in January to investigate the white coat covering the landscape. "Well, for starters, they're mean people," she said absently, biting on one of her nonexistent nails.

At least he had some mean things to say about the silly nurses. "Yep. Them and some other people. You're in the vicinity of one accident, and they lock you away and toss the key out the window." Thing one thing two and their car driving friend too weren't much for dressing themselves. In her defense, all of her clothes were picked apart by the staff, so it wasn't her fault her wardrobe was limited. But her tanktop and pair of blue jeans still beat the flower print dresses the nurses donned to look more "homey" to put the parents of people that got to go home after a couple of weeks at ease. "I mean, I was seven. They just didn't want to let me leave." She frowned down at her toes. It wasn't her fault that her nanny had been mauled by a wolf while watching seven year old her. She had just gotten the nanny to follow her outside, she remembered. It wasn't like she'd suddenly grown fangs and killed her. That would make her a werewolf, and she definitely wasn't one of those. She would have noticed that by now.

"Aw, you're nice!" She decided that she definitely liked him. Fiona wasn't used to meeting nice people, by accident or on purpose. She spent most of her time around Slytherins and crazy people. Come to think of it, naming them separately was a little redundant. Most of the Slytherins had gotten grumpy with her for not being a "pureblood." She didn't get it - every bit of blood in her veins was definitely one hundred percent blood. There wasn't any mud in her blood. Just because she didn't know her parents didn't mean she was suddenly inferior. How many of those loonies would be able to cope with being locked in a room all day? She was willing to bet most of them would go crazy by the end of one day. Some of them might last two. "My middle name's Eydie. It's like an English name, but it's not. I dunno what it is. I know that partir means 'go away' in French though." She had learned a couple of words in French and Italian because of the Triwizard Tournament, and people kept repeating certain things to her.

She was glad to hear that he seemed confident in reaching Italy, but worried about her feet. "They won't really freeze, will they?" In one of her nightmares, a woman whose bones showed through her face had kissed a man, and then he fell and shattered against the grass. He'd started out normal-looking, but he'd turned blue as he froze while they kissed. She didn't want her feet to shatter against the ground like the man's body. They better reach Italy quick if that was the case. And she should've left before dark, it had grown colder as the last rays of daylight had trickled away. She accepted the jacket he offered, slipping her arms through the sleeves to protect her bare arms. That confirmed her nice guy theory. A lot of people like him would already be out cold in the alcove while she skipped away, but she liked him. Plus, he'd covered for her with the nurses and kept her from being chucked right back into Lyle.

When he laughed, she laughed along with him. She wasn't sure why carrying her was so funny, but she wanted to sound like she was in on the joke. "Food?" She looked where he was pointing, then released his hand and ran over to the window. Hm, that place looked nice. And food would be really nice right now, since he'd offered. She ran back and collided with him. "Whoops!" She giggled as she righted herself, then grabbed his hand again, tugging him towards the cafe excitedly. "That sounds great! It shouldn't take that long to walk after though. Just get over to Great Germany, cross the Rhinestones into France, then Italy is right next door." It was a good thing London was so close to the rest of the world, or they'd have a really long walk. But eating something before her feet froze off sounded like a really good plan.