My introduction
Sometimes, even I can do things that are not expected of me. Like right now, I'm posting my introduction after I already answered this week's question. How wild and unconventional of me. (What is it people say online? LOL? I don't really spend a lot of time with Muggle things.)
Currently, I teach Arithmancy at Hogwarts, which I love. The students are great, and Albus Dumbledore is a terrific employer. It's a really great job, and I'm very lucky that Dumbledore thought of me when the former teacher left; I was only twenty-five at the time, and rather unsettled. Five years later, I think I'm finally starting to feel like an adult, but at such a price, I'm not certain that it's worth it.
Holidays and some weekends, I spend at home. Home is in London: Diagon Alley, to be specific. My father owns the large apothecary shop there. He's getting on a bit in years, and I like to help him out as much as I can. Well, "like" is rather a strong word for that, actually. I despise insects, and chopping them up into bits to sell as potion ingredients doesn't make them any more palatable. The shop doesn't really smell great either, but my dad loves it. I know he wishes that I took more of an interest in it than I do, but he tries to accept the choices I make.
Once choice in particular that my father has a hard time with is the man I love. I'm not sure if it was fate or good fortune, or just a wonderful coincidence that brought me Remus Lupin, but I'm thankful that I have him. If he weren't a werewolf, I'd probably have married him by now. As it is, the Ministry of Magic takes a very dim view of anyone afflicted with lycanthropy, and right now it's illegal for him to marry anyone. I'm working on that.
Sometimes, I wish that he hadn't been bitten by that werewolf when he was a child, but then I wonder who he would be if he hadn't been? Would he still be the same sweet, kind man who is good with children and loves me, or would he be someone else entirely? You see, I think of that sort of thing from time to time, which is why I wrote my bit for the weekly challenge before I wrote this. The concepts of fate and destiny are ever so much more interesting than plain boring me. LOL, again. (I do hope I'm using that correctly.)
I don't really feel like talking about my childhood and whatnot. Suffice it to say that it was just normal. Nothing exciting, really. My mother died when I was fifteen, which was truly, truly horrible. She was killed by Death Eaters, and I really don't want to talk about that right now, if that's all right.
A bit more about myself, then? Er, I'm quite depressingly average, really. Not short, not fat, not tall, not thin, not beautiful, but not horrifyingly hideous, either. (At least, I hope I'm not.) I asked my mirror to describe me just now, since she probably looks at me more critically than anyone else does. She said (and I do quote directly), "You could do with spending more time in front of me in the mornings, but if you combed your hair and washed the ink off your chin, you'd be presentable."
So there you have it. Me, Anna Vector, in a nutshell. Largeish nut, I suppose. I'll use that "lj-cut" feature to spare anyone who'd rather not bother. It's nice to meet you all.
Currently, I teach Arithmancy at Hogwarts, which I love. The students are great, and Albus Dumbledore is a terrific employer. It's a really great job, and I'm very lucky that Dumbledore thought of me when the former teacher left; I was only twenty-five at the time, and rather unsettled. Five years later, I think I'm finally starting to feel like an adult, but at such a price, I'm not certain that it's worth it.
Holidays and some weekends, I spend at home. Home is in London: Diagon Alley, to be specific. My father owns the large apothecary shop there. He's getting on a bit in years, and I like to help him out as much as I can. Well, "like" is rather a strong word for that, actually. I despise insects, and chopping them up into bits to sell as potion ingredients doesn't make them any more palatable. The shop doesn't really smell great either, but my dad loves it. I know he wishes that I took more of an interest in it than I do, but he tries to accept the choices I make.
Once choice in particular that my father has a hard time with is the man I love. I'm not sure if it was fate or good fortune, or just a wonderful coincidence that brought me Remus Lupin, but I'm thankful that I have him. If he weren't a werewolf, I'd probably have married him by now. As it is, the Ministry of Magic takes a very dim view of anyone afflicted with lycanthropy, and right now it's illegal for him to marry anyone. I'm working on that.
Sometimes, I wish that he hadn't been bitten by that werewolf when he was a child, but then I wonder who he would be if he hadn't been? Would he still be the same sweet, kind man who is good with children and loves me, or would he be someone else entirely? You see, I think of that sort of thing from time to time, which is why I wrote my bit for the weekly challenge before I wrote this. The concepts of fate and destiny are ever so much more interesting than plain boring me. LOL, again. (I do hope I'm using that correctly.)
I don't really feel like talking about my childhood and whatnot. Suffice it to say that it was just normal. Nothing exciting, really. My mother died when I was fifteen, which was truly, truly horrible. She was killed by Death Eaters, and I really don't want to talk about that right now, if that's all right.
A bit more about myself, then? Er, I'm quite depressingly average, really. Not short, not fat, not tall, not thin, not beautiful, but not horrifyingly hideous, either. (At least, I hope I'm not.) I asked my mirror to describe me just now, since she probably looks at me more critically than anyone else does. She said (and I do quote directly), "You could do with spending more time in front of me in the mornings, but if you combed your hair and washed the ink off your chin, you'd be presentable."
So there you have it. Me, Anna Vector, in a nutshell. Largeish nut, I suppose. I'll use that "lj-cut" feature to spare anyone who'd rather not bother. It's nice to meet you all.