Character Bios: Albus Severus
This week's bio:
Title: Albus Severus
Rating: G
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris. Al is lightly based off of mistful's Coda to an Epilogue Al, but he's mostly mine. (You can't tell from the short blurb, but you can tell from the way he'll act in the EPIC.)
Thinking makes me nauseous. That is because when I start to think, I start to worry. And worrying upsets me, which, in turn, upsets my stomach. Then again, it seems like just about everything upsets my stomach. Mum says I have a nervous stomach and that I will grow out of it eventually.
When I started going to the Muggle school this year, I had an upset stomach nearly every morning for the first month. I couldn't help it though; I didn't know anyone from the school, and what if they didn't like me? James said that the Muggles were very different from us. I was terribly afraid I wouldn't have anything in common with any of the other kids and that no one would want to be my friend.
My stomach doesn't get upset at school anymore, unless something big is going on. I spent the whole morning before the Winter Skits performance throwing up in the bathroom.
I do not mind having a squicky stomach that much. I don't like throwing up all the time, of course, but I'm pretty used to it. My reaction to stress has been the same since I was a little baby. Nearly all of my adult relatives have told me the story of my first Weasley family dinner. I was just two weeks old at the time and being passed from person to person. It upset me so badly that when I was thrust into Uncle Charlie's arms, I spat up my entire bottle down the front of him. Uncle Charlie's aversion to babies is as obvious as Uncle George's missing ear, so he was less than thrilled at that. He never so much as hugged me until I was four because of that.
James teases me sometimes for being a "nervous Nellie." It annoys me to no end. He'll get it someday though, because when he is an Auror, I will be the Minister of Magic. As his boss, I'll assign him the worst duties, like staking out a graveyard full of Inferi. At least, I will if I can keep my stomach in line long enough to become Minister.
That's my dream though. I've wanted to be the Minister for ages and ages, ever since I met Minister Kingsley for the first time. He's the current Minister and he is about the coolest adult I know. I like him because he is kind of like me, quiet and unobtrusive. He's also powerful and intimidating though. I've seen him silence an entire room with a word before. Plus, unlike me, he never seems to be nervous, even when he gives speeches in front of hundreds of wizards. I want to do that someday, to stand up in front of a crowd and tell people what to do without my insides feeling like there are newly opened Chocolate Frogs in them.
I hate that feeling. It reminds me of unhappy things, like Mum and Dad fighting or doing show-and-tell in front of the whole class. It's the same feeling I get when James is mean to me or Lily starts to cry or one of the Muggles at school calls me a freak. Dad says freak is a very bad word that we should never use, so I really hate it when they call me that.
I don't get along with the Muggle kids very well. They say I'm weird because of my stomach. Luckily it's only my stomach that makes me weird. I haven't had any magic spills in public like James has. He tends to spill magic when he gets upset. Still, somehow he always manages to talk himself out of any situation. I just clam up... and throw up.
And Lily, she's so easygoing; I don't think anything upsets her. She is only four, so I guess that is part of the reason. All she really cares about is tea parties and dressing up her dolls. Even when Mum and Dad are screaming, she'll just barge into my room demanding I read her a picture book or play Exploding Snap with her.
Dad and Mum are really good at talking to people too, unless they are trying to talk to each other. They are famous because of their jobs, so people come up to us on the streets wanting to shake their hands or snap their pictures. The older ladies will pinch Dad on the cheek, saying they remember when he was just a little thing. Guys will come up to Mum and talk to her about Quidditch, which always upsets Dad. Mum gets even more upset when the younger ladies come up and hug Dad or kiss him on the cheek. Some of their loudest fights were over that. I remember because whenever a girl or a guy walks up to them, my stomach turns over like it does when they argue.
I wish I knew some way to keep my stomach from doing that. Mum gives me potions to calm my stomach, but they don't work very well. Dad's taken me to all kinds of Healers at St. Mungo's too, but most of them just offer the same potions that don't do much and say I'll grow out of it. I can't wait until I do grow out of it. That's when I'm going to be able to stand up and take control and be the leader I know I can be.
Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred - Dominique - Molly - Lucy - Roxanne - James
Title: Albus Severus
Rating: G
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris. Al is lightly based off of mistful's Coda to an Epilogue Al, but he's mostly mine. (You can't tell from the short blurb, but you can tell from the way he'll act in the EPIC.)
Thinking makes me nauseous. That is because when I start to think, I start to worry. And worrying upsets me, which, in turn, upsets my stomach. Then again, it seems like just about everything upsets my stomach. Mum says I have a nervous stomach and that I will grow out of it eventually.
When I started going to the Muggle school this year, I had an upset stomach nearly every morning for the first month. I couldn't help it though; I didn't know anyone from the school, and what if they didn't like me? James said that the Muggles were very different from us. I was terribly afraid I wouldn't have anything in common with any of the other kids and that no one would want to be my friend.
My stomach doesn't get upset at school anymore, unless something big is going on. I spent the whole morning before the Winter Skits performance throwing up in the bathroom.
I do not mind having a squicky stomach that much. I don't like throwing up all the time, of course, but I'm pretty used to it. My reaction to stress has been the same since I was a little baby. Nearly all of my adult relatives have told me the story of my first Weasley family dinner. I was just two weeks old at the time and being passed from person to person. It upset me so badly that when I was thrust into Uncle Charlie's arms, I spat up my entire bottle down the front of him. Uncle Charlie's aversion to babies is as obvious as Uncle George's missing ear, so he was less than thrilled at that. He never so much as hugged me until I was four because of that.
James teases me sometimes for being a "nervous Nellie." It annoys me to no end. He'll get it someday though, because when he is an Auror, I will be the Minister of Magic. As his boss, I'll assign him the worst duties, like staking out a graveyard full of Inferi. At least, I will if I can keep my stomach in line long enough to become Minister.
That's my dream though. I've wanted to be the Minister for ages and ages, ever since I met Minister Kingsley for the first time. He's the current Minister and he is about the coolest adult I know. I like him because he is kind of like me, quiet and unobtrusive. He's also powerful and intimidating though. I've seen him silence an entire room with a word before. Plus, unlike me, he never seems to be nervous, even when he gives speeches in front of hundreds of wizards. I want to do that someday, to stand up in front of a crowd and tell people what to do without my insides feeling like there are newly opened Chocolate Frogs in them.
I hate that feeling. It reminds me of unhappy things, like Mum and Dad fighting or doing show-and-tell in front of the whole class. It's the same feeling I get when James is mean to me or Lily starts to cry or one of the Muggles at school calls me a freak. Dad says freak is a very bad word that we should never use, so I really hate it when they call me that.
I don't get along with the Muggle kids very well. They say I'm weird because of my stomach. Luckily it's only my stomach that makes me weird. I haven't had any magic spills in public like James has. He tends to spill magic when he gets upset. Still, somehow he always manages to talk himself out of any situation. I just clam up... and throw up.
And Lily, she's so easygoing; I don't think anything upsets her. She is only four, so I guess that is part of the reason. All she really cares about is tea parties and dressing up her dolls. Even when Mum and Dad are screaming, she'll just barge into my room demanding I read her a picture book or play Exploding Snap with her.
Dad and Mum are really good at talking to people too, unless they are trying to talk to each other. They are famous because of their jobs, so people come up to us on the streets wanting to shake their hands or snap their pictures. The older ladies will pinch Dad on the cheek, saying they remember when he was just a little thing. Guys will come up to Mum and talk to her about Quidditch, which always upsets Dad. Mum gets even more upset when the younger ladies come up and hug Dad or kiss him on the cheek. Some of their loudest fights were over that. I remember because whenever a girl or a guy walks up to them, my stomach turns over like it does when they argue.
I wish I knew some way to keep my stomach from doing that. Mum gives me potions to calm my stomach, but they don't work very well. Dad's taken me to all kinds of Healers at St. Mungo's too, but most of them just offer the same potions that don't do much and say I'll grow out of it. I can't wait until I do grow out of it. That's when I'm going to be able to stand up and take control and be the leader I know I can be.
Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred - Dominique - Molly - Lucy - Roxanne - James