Stephanie Plum Series//Janet Evanovich
Name: Pippin. Yep. I’m ba~ack.
Age: 16
Gender: Ovaries.
1. Give us reasons for and against you being sorted into each house.
a. Gryffindor Ah, Gryffindor. House of the brave, the chivalrous, the daring!
For:
For bravery: When I was little, if my sister was scared of anything, if we heard bumps coming from downstairs, the cat yowling outside, a fight between parents, I’d be the one to run in and check it out. Sometimes, not terribly willingly. Yet, if there is no one else to do something, or I don’t think whoever is with me could handle it, I resign myself to it immediately and go ahead.
If I say I’ll do something, it typically will get done. Even if I’m sweating bullets and beating myself up over agreeing in the first place. , I don’t like sitting idly if something smells off- I’d much rather find out the problem and fix it now, damnit.
For chivalrous: I tend to be polite. I tend to see things in shades of grey, but it doesn’t stop be from attempting to be polite. Most of the time. Growing up, I had to impress the adults who worked with my dad. Thus, I would speak well, act polite, and smile big. It worked well, charmed adults and lingers even today. I open doors, say please and thank you, and don’t address anyone older than me by their first name unless invited to do so.
For daring: Maybe not so much adventurous, but god knows I’m daring. Or maybe just stupidly blunt. There really isn’t a line in me between the two- I say what I want to when I think I can. I have a thought? I’ll say it. I want to do something? If possible, I’ll do it. This might not sound very daring, but when you take it to a certain level it feels daring. Telling your crush, exactly what you think. Telling a good friend that good lord, his hair is UGLY. Re-dye now, kthx. Going up and asking for directions, help, or whatever else the group needs but is too nervous and twittery to go up and ask for.
Against:
Against bravery: I tend not to leap into things unless I absolutely have to. Especially if I might regret and/or be caused pain. If there is any chance I might not be happy, if there is any time whatsoever to think about it, thinking ho! I like new things, sure, but if I might not be absolutely in love with it, I will toe to water, rather than jump in.
Good example is ear piercing. When I was twelve, I’d been wanting to get my ears pierced FOREVER. I lusted after earrings. Lusted. I wanted to show off my (non-existent) style with the wicked awesome earrings my mom had, colorful and dangly and fun. Only, another friend told me it hurt like a mother. And, I’m terrified of needles, holes, cuts, pain in general. The solution? Force my sister to get her ears pierced before me. I finagled and bargained and resorted to pleading. I was ready to say “nay” should she so much as whimper. She, the brave one, went under the piercing gun first. After she didn’t die, scream or whine, I went ahead happily. Randomly, my ears are now triple-pierced. I decided I kind of like that pain XD. My sister has also saved me from marauding geese, annoying cling-on people, and anything she didn’t need protection from.
Against chivalrous: “I was raised to be charming, not sincere”. My upbringing means I like to have people think well of me, of my manners. It also made me a manipulative child who knew how to get away with murder. I lie, I see what I can get away with, and I doubt I’ll ever get myself out of the habit of snap judgments, no matter how polite I’ll be to you. Plus, the whole polite thing is fading in my teenager-ness. I’m more inclined just to say screw it now, if tired, cranky or annoyed. I may be polite on reflex, but I don’t mean it anymore.
Against daring: So similar to bravery! Yet, different. When I’m daring, it’s more the fact that I don’t care, rather than me overcoming fears and inhibitions. You won’t ask the creepy dude to stop touching us? I will. He’s smelly and probably harmless. He weighs maybe a hundred ten, tops. Worse comes to worse, I’ll sit on him while you call for help. I’ll just be sure to shower later. You won’t ask the lady where her bathroom is? Fine, I’ll ask. I gotta go too. You won’t tell her she’s annoying? I’ll phrase it nicer, but just tell me why and I’ll do it. I just don’t care enough about what they think of me to be bothered by being ”daring”.
b. Slytherin Oh Slytherin, where dwell the ambitious, cunning and resourceful.
For:
For ambitious: I am competitive. There is no better way to stir me up then to make me want something and give me a competitor- trivia in particular. I take a game Way Too Seriously if I want to win, although I draw the line once I’ve lost and attempt not to be a bitter loser. Occasionally that works. Occasionally I’m childish and stick out my tongue.
For cunning: I’m clever, every now and again. I’ll figure out connections, spot something previously missed, and tend to add to anything I’m involved in. I always try and find a better solution. I’m surrounded by people far more clever than I, though, so ideas bounce around us like ping-pongs, one always upping the other. I’m as subtle as a slap in the face, at times, so when I’m sneaky it’s a real piece of work. Although, I’m a damned good liar. If you let yourself be caught lying, lying badly, a few times, no one can believe you can actually lie well.
For resourceful: I tend to make use of what I have. Typically, you can make due with whatever you find around you, as long as you know how to use it and know what is dangerous. Know which herbs are in your garden, know what you have in the fridge, know what tools you have in the box. Butterknives make good screwdrivers. On the social side, know enough people, be sure to be kind to the teachers and you get into locked rooms with trust, you get to skip class sans any punishment. As long as you don’t screw over your resources, you can get into places and out of situations far easier.
Actually, that happened today. The story goes like this: I forgot which day it was, and accidentally went to lunch instead of gym. I missed a second gym class for another, more valid reason. I caught up with the teacher today, told her I’d skipped accidentally- and she basically waived it off. Just because I talk to her, and she “knows I’m not that sort of kid”. In our school, gym is a graded class. Skipping gets you automatic bad points, as well as detention. You are required to make up classes you miss when absent. Nada. I’m scott-free.
Against:
Against ambitious: I am lazy. I don’t mean this in the sleepy way. I mean this in the procrastinator, housecat-who-only-eats-and-sleeps-all-day, good for nothing way. If I don’t want to do something, if I don’t feel like doing something, chances are it won’t happen until the last minute, if at all. My plans for the future read as follows:
1. Finish High School
2. Go to collage, get degree in something useful
3. Find a job
4. Buy a house in the country, small is good
5. ???
6. PROFIT.
I really have no collage goals. I have no job goals. I have no more long-term goals than those listed. I, in short, am content to be an average person, living an average life, and having as much fun as I can throughout.
Against cunning: As mentioned, the people I hang out with tend to be wittier, cleverer, and definitely more cunning. I can’t begin to compete. Doesn’t stop me from trying. When I can, I try to do things the simplest way possible, only taking the time and effort if I give a flying frog. So, even if I have cunning, it atrophies periodically in-between uses. And I can be very stupid about looking ahead and prioritizing. Oh. And I’m as “subtle as a slap in the face”. This puts a bit of a dent in things, at times.
Against resourceful: I tend to overlook my resources, letting them dissolve instead of nurturing them. Or I’m too chicken shit to keep them up. And if I can’t think of any way to do something, I may just give up and leave it to someone else to work out. Especially if that’ll save me effort and I wasn’t into it. I’m lazy.
c. Hufflepuff The darling Hufflepuffs, loyal, fair and hard-working.
For:
For loyal: I’m your friend? Your close friend, someone who runs up to hug you and will behave in ridiculous ways without fear? Do we have mutual respect and understanding? Then yes. I am loyal. Tell me a secret, I will not spill. Confide in me the vague hopes and dreams, and I’ll open up to you. If you can’t handle something, and I’m there to see and help? I will do anything I can. Someone says something about you behind your back to me? I possibly will get offended. I won’t say I am, unless they are really in the wrong. But I will make a nice little mental note about them. And I will quite possibly tell you, if it will help you in the slightest or you would want to know.
For fair: Giving people a chance is a Good Thing. If other people hadn’t, I would be friendless today (lordy know I was one creeeepy kid). If something can be made equal? I’ll probably try and get things in balance. I hate having one side of the story, mostly because I twist things myself and know how bias slips in. Everyone deserves a chance to tell their side, get their share of things, and have the same rights. Unless you reject these rights by being a fathead who doesn’t give people their own chances. I will be polite if you will, sir. Get entitled and superior and it’s only fair I ignore your ass. Really, my definition of ‘fair’ is that you get what you give.
For hard-working: … I’m almost tempted to laugh. Um. Huh. I tend to only work hard when I’m incredibly interested. If it matters gradewise? I’ll do it last minute and not care about the grade. I’ll care a bit if I take pains, but that’s it. The things I work hard on are typically my own things- a story that went through revisions up the creek, a batik that took me half a summer because the etchings, a painting I had to get just right, and so on. After they’re done, I actually feel proud. Other things I work at are raising my stick bugs (who are now all dead. I just have to wait a few month for the eggs to hatch- then it starts all over again!), tech at school, caring for the animals in general, and attempting to be a bit better a friend.
Actually, right now I have this project in sculpture that’s taking up a butt-load of time, effort, sweat, tears, and band-aids. Tiles are sharp and hammers shouldn’t be used by the klutzy. I’m just glad there’s no exacto knives this time. As is, I have a blood-blister-thing on my thumb from a hammer strike, a few mid-sized slices from various sharp ceramic/glass tiles, and one potential large scar running down my finger. I am working on this thing every spare moment I have, including the days I have lunch. It’s one of the few things I’m really, really proud of, even uncompleted. Short and the long, if I’m interested I’ll work hard.
Against:
Against loyal: I have degrees of loyalty. Try and gossip to me about a friend I am more loyal to? I will change the subject or remind you of the fact I like the person they are talking about. Bet the bottom dollar I will inform whoever you were talking about. Especially if you are being two-faced about it. Yet, if I can avoid confrontation, I will. Chances are I’d rather tell whoever was talked about, rather than yell at the gossiper. Depends on the people and how much they scare me.
Against fair: Some people seem to be scummy. I am guilty of pre-judging and being particularly reserved. If they do something on top of that (kick a puppy, do something pointedly nasty for kicks, abuse someone I happen to like, ect) I probably won’t be fair and nice. I’ll just be polite and possibly chilly. Perhaps downright hostile, given the right circumstances. And I am quite guilty of not giving them a sporting chance. Also, when I’m not paying attention, I can sound mucho condescending. I feel bad afterwards, but I may just have a secret superiority complex.
Against hard-working: This one is easy. I am a lazy procrastinator with no sense of time or organization. Conclusion? I like to spend my time doing as little actual work as possible. Unless I really want whatever the work will give, I like taking shortcuts and fudging steps. Far more time to devote to things I actually like if I just don’t bother with the things I don’t enjoy.
d. Ravenclaw Those clever Ravenclaws, with intelligence, creativity and wisdom!
For:
For intelligence: I am bright. This is just true, although I may not really feel all that smart. I take advanced courses and now, in my junior year, have done all the requirements for math and sciences to get the advanced regents diploma (the one you need a hellish amount of credits for, as well as the highest you can get without being an IB student). I get things pretty easily, and love having discussions that are nearly over my head.
For creativity: I have some intensely artistic friends. Next to them, I’m roughly as creative as a sea slug. Yet, I love writing, spending weeks designing a pattern, waxing the fabric, dyeing (dying?) the lightest color to the darkest. Batiks are pure awesome. I’ve recently discovered mosaics, as well, but have probably overreached myself with the one I’m doing, my first. I have a sense of colors, if not intricate lines, and love writing down the stories that pop into my head as I watch the world.
For wisdom: The difference between wisdom and intelligence is that you are born with intelligence, the capability to learn. Wisdom is gained throughout life, by living. I have only the wisdom imparted to me by people who know hell of a lot more.
Against:
Against intelligence: Easy. I don’t bother to try, most of the time. I can’t focus worth a damn, getting bored easily. Although I managed to fulfill my science/math creds, I proceeded to quit them both entirely. Probably bad for college, but instantly made school bearable. Numbers and I do not get along- I mix them up and have issues remembering more than the general pattern. Science was dropped due to labs (wooork) and numbers. I now have classes purely of English, History, Music and Art.
Against creativity: I’m not that good, that original. Anything I write or do feels like it’s been done before. I enjoy myself, regardless, but I doubt I could make a living with what I make.
Against wisdom: This is easy. I haven’t lived enough to gain much wisdom, haven’t experienced enough, done enough, had enough happen. I am young, though- give me time.
2. If you had access to a Time Turner, and did not have to worry about any restrictions, nor about whether you were going to return or not, what would you use it for and why?
I’d go back in time with a neat little letter. This letter would have in it everything, everything I’ve ever regretted to the point of wishing to change, everything I missed until hindsight, everything I value now that I took for granted. It would be a long letter, and some of it would be shallow. Some of it would be wise. It would find its way to younger-Pippin, right around fifth grade, when she was dropped out of wonderland and back into reality shop. It would have warnings, comforts, and advice. I really, really wish there had been a letter, a friend, a freakin’ puppy to soften the blow reality had on my prior-sheltered psych. I’m glad I was pushed out of the rabbit hole, but I wish there had been someone there to point out the things I never knew, guide me slightly in the unfamiliar landscape.
3. Under what circumstances would you use an Unforgivable Curse?
Imperio: When someone was going crazy. Doing things they would definitely regret. When someone was about to hurt someone else, and controlling them would prevent harm. Alternatively, because I’m a brat, when it would be a hilarious prank and no one would end up worse for the wear. The possibilities are ENDLESS.
Crucio: I honestly can’t thing of a circumstance I’d run into requiring crucio. Mace works perfectly, legal or not. When I hear about heinous, evil crime and the remorseless perpetrators, crucio comes to mind- but I don’t think I could do it.
Avada Kedavra: When there is no other option, when a quick death is preferable. Although, I have no clue if it’s a horribly painful death or not.
4. Under what circumstances would you work for Voldemort?
Under ones involving time travel, bootlegging, pinstripe-suits and the dropping of the blood purity cause. Because the idea of Voldy running a speakeasy cracks me up.
Honestly, as he stood in the book? The only way to get me to join would be to hold my family and friends under the gun. Put a gun to my head, I probably won’t comply. Put a gun to my sister’s head? What do you want me to do, sir? I am not strong enough in my morals to put them about lives other than my own.
5. What class do you think you would excel in at Hogwarts? What do you think would be your favorite?
I would excel at charms, most likely. Little spells that make your life that much easier appeal to me immensely, and with the absence of music/art and English classes, the one that calls to my inner procrastinator wins. Don’t want to put that book on the top shelf? Levitate it! Want to get that water bottle, on the other side of your room, while you’re cozy in bed? Summon it! Unlock doors, so you don’t have to bother to get the key! Banish the random bug that keeps hovering around you! Possibilities are endless
GAH. And I just got buzzed by a ladybug. Serves me right. I could never banish bugs-they’re too fast. A bubble-head charm would take care of it, though. Horrah for Charms!
As for favorite, probably Herbology. Being able to recognize healing properties, dangers, potential foodstuffs, and all the natural signatures that can be read by those who learn the code- this appeals to me. Forget the fact I just killed two of my roseplants. I would suck at it, yes, but I would try hard! (I hate yellow rosepants, on another note. They are incredibly moody about water/light/temperature. The red-blooms are far more hardy and don’t mind if I take them out of the sunny window for a few days on rotation.)
6. You have to make five Horcruxes. What significant objects would you choose, and why? Why are these objects so important to you, that you would be willing to stick your soul into them?
-My journals. All of them would magically morph into one long chronicle, though, because I have more than five. My writing, daily, dream, idea, quote and sporadic journals contain a piece of me already- giving them a literal piece of my soul isn’t much of a jump. They are a part of me given voice.
-My laptop. It has given me the means to communicate with some of my closest friends, living far away. The internet has given me connections I will always cherish, as well as thousands of hours of entertainment and knowledge (as well as garbage). It gives me a daily dose of music I would surely shrivel up and die without. Plus, I have tetris on my laptop. My soul-piece would never get bored!
-My jewelry. By “jewelry”, I basically mean the pretty rainbow necklace that has little meaning beyond the fact I wear it daily, and the leather wristband that one of my closest friends gave me. It has her nickname inscribed on it, and I wear it daily, thinking of her and how much of a positive impact she’s had on my life. I can only hope to help someone else as much as she has helped me on this crazy path of life. She’s the older sister I never had.
-A sharpie. Sounds mundane, right? Wrong. Drawing on myself has been the escape for me since middle school. I don’t do drugs. I don’t cut. When I can’t take it anymore, I take a sharpie and transform my arm into a canvas. …of course, I also do this when I’m simply bored, as I was today, but it’s a good release in any form. I have half an arm of simple design bracelets, a huge spiral-sun, and patterns racing up my fingers.
-I honestly don’t know. I’d say the project I’m working on, but it’s not done and will possible steal my soul anyways. Probably my big, four-foot-long pillow. Simply because I’m one of those people that always falls asleep hugging something, and my big purple pillow has an awesome pillowcase with colorful mermaids and fish. It’s a really soft, fuzzy pillow under the case, and reminds me of when I was little. My sister and I would always annoy my mother by crawling into bed with her and dad, and we’d just curl up together. The pillow reminds me of that- same sense of security.
7. What would your Boggart form be? Why?
It’s hard to describe my fear in a simple image. I fear my family hurt, sure, but I fear them not really living life more, mostly my little sister. I fear my friends not living for the sake of life, but because they don’t know what else to do. I fear having so much life, and wasting it. Not “doing nothing”, but not enjoying the gift, the journey, the connections and the people you meet along the way. How does a Boggart turn into such a thing?
8. You can only store one memory into your Pensieve to visit over and over again. Which one would it be? Why?
It would be improvising. Which improv? I’m not sure. Whichever one elevated me to new levels of human understanding. It could be the improv shows I’ve watched, things created on the moment, words I wrote on a card being sung by many different throats. It could be a dance improv, a room lit by candles with instruments in the corner and people dancing to the sound they create. It could be a song, sung by three or five people who just let their voices play, experiment, join and harmonize. It could be a conversation had on a theme that morphs into something all new. It could be a concert where the audience, collectively, sang and harmonized, two hundred people sharing a soul. I have no clue which improvised moment I’d chose, but it would be one of these.
9. You have stumbled across the Mirror of Erised. What is it that you see? Why?
I see myself, holding a laptop, wearing techie black-backstage clothing, headphones around my neck, journal tucked into my hoodie, surrounded by my tribe, surrounded by my family, and smiling. And a good twenty pounds lighter.
-The laptop, to connect me to anyone who isn’t there, to give me the ability to look up whatever information I want with minimal effort and multiple views, hopefully.
-My techie-wear, because spending time with the stage crew has created some of my favorite memories, has had me in stitches of laughter and gotten me closer to friends.
-Headphones, because music has saved my soul from eternal silence, given vent to all the things I couldn’t say.
-My journal, for giving me an outlet for all the strange thoughts and emotions I could say.
-My tribe, because without my friends I’d be helluva bitter, snarky individual, lonely, confused and possibly no longer alive.
-My family, because my family is amazing and loving and I have no clue where I would be without them.
-Smiling, because I’d be happy.
-Twenty pounds lighter because I’m shallow.
10. What are your hobbies/interests? How do these activities contribute to your personality?
My hobbies are mostly restricted to singing, DDR (standard/heavy), book reading galore, writing, and random insane projects. The singing contributes an immense amount to my life. It stems from the fact my family is incredibly “open”, and singing was just another natural expression of this openness. I was rarely told I couldn’t sing at the table. I was encouraged to sing, to dance, to tell stories and be as random as I wanted. Even today, if I feel something I’ll just go with it, singing if I can, writing when that’s more acceptable. DDR has done nothing for my personality. It makes my personality unable to dance without arrows. Reading, however, has change my world. It has expanded me, completed me in ways I didn’t know I was missing, has taught me and given me innumerable gifts. From books, I learned anything is possible, and to stop standing there with my mouth open and just roll with it. The writing is just another expression of my soul, same as song, but to text and far more durable than a note that shifts with memory. The random insane projects are exactly that. They enlighten me, frustrate me, and teach me some form of patience involving a zen-like meditation, sitting amongst the destruction I have created with a smile on my face.
11. If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
Poof. There is now a magic cure for illness. Now that we’re all healthy, let’s work on figuring out equality, figure out how to stop being idiots to each other, figure out how to save the abused, and save the planet. Mmmkay?
12. List three major qualities you look for in a friend. Why are these qualities important to you?
My friends all seem to have some vague things in common. First, they have viewpoints that they share, debate, and inform about. They are their own people. Second, they typically have a sense of humor. It’s a coping method; if you have to be friends with me, you better be able to laugh off the weirdness. Third, they have respect. Respect for people, for debate, for whatever.
Why so important? If you aren’t your own person, who are you? Someone else’s? I don’t want to know a vague copy of someone- I want to know a real, live, contracting confusing person. Humor is just a given. If you can’t manage to laugh, you’ll go insane And without respect, nothing can happen.
13. Who is one person, real or fictional, that inspires you? Why?
My mommy. She is her own person, a laughing, creative, assertive, funny, open, insane, understanding, and all around beautiful person. I have seen her from all sides, and see how she is entirely human, concerned, loving, frustrated, happy, introspective- every side of the spectrum. I have seen her at her worst and best. And she has given me such a role to aspire to, that defies description. She lives, breaths and experiences life on a level that borders on unreal. And yet, she still has time to be a wonderful mother and friend, worker and community leader. She amazes me.
14. Outside of Harry Potter, what book has had an impact on your life and why?
“The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. I set down the book, the first time I read it, and simply let myself weep. Everything struck a chord, revived memories and lead to thoughts unconsidered. It was a powerful, heady moment. I’d believed in the sheer power of the written word since I finished the His Dark Materials trilogy and sat there for upwards of an hour, just thinking and letting myself feel. I’ve had a similar moment with other books, since them, from The Dark Tower series to Orson Scott Card’s Ender series, but the cathartic release of emotions after finishing “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” has always been memorable.
15. What excites you most out of life? What is it that makes you feel so fulfilled and enlightened about it?
Life is exciting just for those moments where everything clicks. A conversation with a friend lets you understand them much better. A day spent outside, and letting yourself think and come to conclusions about whatever. A first, unexpected kiss. The perfect song on the radio. A perfect day, spent in a coffee shop, spent in someone’s basement, with connections and laughter and the occasional solemn moment. That feeling you get when you finally get something right. The moments that click are the things that fulfill me, get me through the times when everything that happens that day goes sour, hurts, or is just plain annoying.
16. What do you think are your top five positive characteristics?
1. I’m pretty laid back. This makes life that much easier- if you stop sweating every detail, most of them work themselves out.
2. I’m fairly creative. Not to the OMGWOW level, but just enough to make life a bit more interesting.
3. I’m friendly. Maybe not charismatic, maybe not one of those people who shines, but I have a tribe of friends that I love dearly.
4. I’m pretty open, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes, opening my mouth was the exact right thing to do. Sometimes… not so much.
5. Erm. I can sing? Again, not OMGWOW, but it helps me get through life.
17. What do you think are your top five negative characteristics?
1. I tend to put my foot firmly in my mouth. Rinse, repeat. Either I completely shut up, go into “I’m a charming little polite girl!” or I deal with my mouth having a weird connection with my brain, one that lacks much of a filter. Being polite snaps on and off, but whenever I’m not on guard I manage to say something stupid.
2. I can be incredibly awkward.
3. I can be condescending without even realizing it. And I feel stupid as soon as I do.
4. I tend not to care as much as I should about anything.
5. I’m lazy as hell. Which has been covered, but with the combination messy/procrastinator, I’m doomed.
18. Do you believe in fate or free will?
I firmly believe in free will, just so I can hold people up to their actions. We can’t go blaming fate for every stupid thing we do. If it turns out to be true, that it was all fate? Great. That doesn’t make me any more inclined to chill out with serial rapists. I do believe in Fate to a degree, but mostly centered around happenstance and serendipity.
19. If someone close to you was in danger, what would you do to save them? This could be anything.
Depends, really. Who it is, the situation, how dangerous, where the danger is from. Physical danger, it’s easy to say I’d throw myself in front of a car for them. For some of my friends, especially the close ones, it’d be true. I value their lives more highly than my own- the world needs them more, would benefit from their presence more so than mine. ‘Course, during the actual event, I’d only have time to think “Oh SHI-“ Bang. I like to think I’d save those close to me, even if it’s never been proven.
But, what if the danger was more mental, more emotional? Say, they were in danger of hurting themselves horribly over a girl/guy. I’d do my best to help the situation, be supportive, but I doubt I’d be able to save them without their own desire to be saved. I’m great at being a friend. Yet, I don’t think I have the skills to save someone from themselves.
Of course, if it’s a danger that goes too quickly for me to do anything, then I won’t. Simply because I can’t. It’s impossible. An airplane falls on top of them. I mourn, I cry, I move on. There was nothing I could do. My secret ambition is to learn how airplanes stay up, though, so I can prevent that from happening.
20. What is one important life lesson you have learned so far? What did it take out of you to realize this?
“Speaking words of wisdom, let it be”. Let the moment be infinite. Let forgiveness be given. Let the imperfections charm you, rather than aggravate. Let people do what they want. Learning when to just let go of stuff was, possibly, one of the biggest moments in my admittedly short life. There was no one event that led to this conclusion. It took many screw-ups, many panic attacks, many tears and frustrated screams to finally figure out that magical point where it doesn’t matter. It will not end the world, prevent me from living, or stop me from loving. So, let it be.
21. You have stumbled across five magical wells. One is the Well of Common Sense and Logic, the second is the Well of Creativity, the third is the Well of Optimism, the fourth is the Well of Physical Strength, and the fifth is the Well of Beauty. You can only drink from one well, but once you do you will be endowed with that ability for the rest of your life. Which well do you think you would definitely not need, and which do you think you would want to drink from?
I could go through and say the pros and cons of each. But that’s annoying- each one can help and hinder, and each one can be found in its own way by working at it and just experiencing life. So, I chose Creativity. I can get optimism from my sister, common sense by opening my ears, strength from hard work, and beauty by taking care of myself and ditching what pop culture says. I can find creativity only in myself, although anything can inspire it.
22. How did you find out about hogwarts_unity? (If you remember a certain person tell us so we can award points.)
Petra! ...wait, Gryff leader? Huuh? But I thought you were the badger of the snakes, not the lion. *shrugs* Well, in any case, hello everyone.