1671: Fairy Princess - Arya Elias
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TITLE: Fairy Princess
PERPETRATOR: JessieJay14
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Arya Elias
SPECIES: half fairy, half human
HAIR: "waist-length black hair", it is also described as "glistening black waves of hair", and "a pure, genuine black, like a raven’s wing".
EYES: "deep emerald eyes, the color of leaves after rain, under thin, sculpted brows and framed by thick, long lashes". Her eyes turn "pearlescent" black when her wings come out.
MARKINGS: "sparkling, multifaceted wings". "She had an exotic beauty to her, one that no one could ever place, and she knew it. It was fairy beauty" "She had a thin, majestic face with high cheekbones and a small, straight nose that turned up at the end a bit. She had full lips and straight, white, shining teeth."
POSSESSIONS: A Hogwarts letter and a wand with one of Fawkes' feathers. Yes, he didn't give only two, he gave three. She has a "pure white kitten" named Angel. A "girly" bedroom: "One wall was a light green, not lime but pastel, and the next was blue. Then there was yellow, pastel, not mustard, and the last was pale pink. Her bedspread was a checkerboard incorporating many different colors and all of her furniture, the desk and chair, the bedposts, her vanity set, the bureau, and the bookshelf, was painted white". A "pair of tight jeans, a tight camouflage T-shirt, and black sneakers".
ORIGIN: She was rejected by her mother's fairy clan, so she lives with her human father. She receives a Hogwarts letter.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She meets Harry and Draco at Madam Malkin's on the very first day of first year. Harry is mesmerized by her beauty, which amuses me because they are 11. Then she gets her wand, and Mr. Ollivander tells her that he was wondering when she would turn up in his store. Which is quite creepy, I might add. Anyways, after sundaes with Harry, she goes home and sees him again on the Hogwarts Express. In her compartment with Ron and Harry, she beats up Draco Malfoy with her fairy strength. Harry and Ron think she is amazing. She could be sorted into any Hogwarts House, but she is sorted into Gryffindor.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "As a fairy, she had a great liking, and respect, for nature and the creatures that shared their habitat." You know, I'm sure there are humans that feel the same way. Her sister says she is beautiful, funny, talented and sweet. She is too beautiful to be human. She has the ability to lift something six times her own weight.
NOTES: Purple prose, and plagiarism of the first book. What fun to read!
SAMPLE:
A voice came over the magical intercoms all along the train: ‘We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please put on your school robes if you have not done so and prepare to exit in a calm and orderly manner. Your baggage will be taken to the castle separately.’
Arya jumped out of her seat and pulled her robes out of her trunk in the overhead compartment. Then she stopped. ‘Where am I going to change? I’m definitely not changing in the same room as you two,’ she said. No one answered her. ‘I guess I’ll have to go change in the bathroom,’ she sighed, them traipsed off in an annoyed fashion.
Harry pulled his robes over his head, as did Ron, then they sat down to await Arya’s return. ‘So. You like Arya?’ he said. It was more a statement than a question. Ron flushed beet red.
‘No!’ he said defensively. Harry smiled knowingly at him and he blushed deeper, his face clashing horribly with his face.
‘Then why are you blushing so much? And getting so defensive? Face it, Ron, you fancy her,’ he said. Ron opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, closed his mouth, and opened it again.
‘So what if I do?’ he asked. ‘You like her, too,’ he said accusatorily. Harry shook his head.
‘No, I don’t,’ he said. Ron smirked at him.
‘Oh, yes you do! I see the way you smile so much when she looks at you. You blush whenever you touch her, you take her by the hand whenever you take her anywhere. Your eyes sparkle for, crying out loud!’ he said, throwing his hands up in the air. ‘You’ve been flirting with her all day!’
Arya turned the corner just in time to hear Ron’s last sentence. Instead of entering the compartment, she knelt down and pressed her ear to the compartment door, all the better to hear. There was a pause.
Harry thought over the day’s events, his brow creasing in thought. When he thought about it, he did seem to be a lot happier when she was around. ‘Well…maybe,’ he admitted. ‘I don’t know. She’s just amazing. Like you said earlier, she’s wonderful, intelligent, beautiful, powerful, funny, kind, everything! She’s like the perfect girl, and she hugged me in Diagon Ally! She was the only girl I’ve ever spoken to and she hugged me! Of course I like her!’
Arya blushed, suppressing a grin or pleased embarrassment. She stood up, waited a moment, and then opened the door. Both boys looked up and flushed, smiling at her. She sat down by Harry, close enough that their knees were touching, and Harry darkened another shade.
‘So, what did you boys chat about while I wasn’t here?’ she asked teasingly. The boys glanced at each other, as though caught in a trap.
‘Uh, um, Quidditch?’ Harry suggested. Arya smiled at him and nodded. Harry smiled back, though it was a bit strained looking.
‘Oh, well, I can see that,’ she said brightly. ‘Is that all you two ever talk about? Anything else?’ Arya was trying to pry information out of them. She knew she was flirting, turning on her charms to see how they would react. Now that Harry was aware of his feelings, they seemed much more acute. He was acting like Ron had when he first met her.
‘Not really, no,’ he lied. ‘Just Quidditch. So, uh, what do we do until we get to Hogwarts?’ he asked, trying to think of anything to save him from the pending humiliation.
‘The same thing we’ve been doing since we got on the train?’ Arya said. ‘What should we talk about? And don’t say Quidditch! I’ve gotten a tad tired of talking about that.’ The boys looked at each other again, but this time remained silent.
After another moment or two of awkward silence, Arya stood up. She knew that Harry was about two inches taller than she and, using this information to her advantage, she pretended she needed something from her trunk. She reached up to the overhead compartment but she stopped herself short, using her acting skills to make it look like she couldn’t quite reach it.
‘Harry? Could you help me get my trunk down? I need to get my wand out of it,’ she said, putting on that whole ‘damsel in distress’ act. He nodded and stood up. ‘It’s the big one right there,’ she instructed, pointing to her trunk. Harry heaved her trunk down and deposited it on the seat. Arya searched through it until she found her wand, which she pocketed.
‘Thanks, Harry,’ she said. ‘I think I can get it back up myself.’ She picked up one end of the trunk and raised it up level with the overhead. She held the other end and pushed. She pretended to lose her grip, letting out a little scream as the heavy trunk came sliding back toward her. Harry caught the trunk and shoved it back up.
Arya clutched at her heart in mock fear. Harry turned to her. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked worriedly. She nodded, looking up at him. Their green eyes met for a moment, and she pulled him into a hug. They stayed there for a moment, she leaning comfortably into his chest.
‘Thank you, Harry,’ she said, her words muffled. He pulled back and smiled broadly at her, relieved her was okay, and his eyes indeed sparkled as Ron had said they did.
‘Anytime,’ he replied. ‘You should be more careful. That thing could squash you flat,’ he warned, gesturing to her trunk.
‘Not if I have you to save me,’ she said flirtatiously. She hugged him again and sat back down, pulling Harry down by the hand to sit next to her. Ron glared at them, having watched the whole scene jealously. ‘What’s the matter, Ron?’ She asked, knowing full well what the matter was.
‘Will you two stop flirting? It’s making me sick,’ he said bitterly. Harry shot daggers at him. Arya decided to have a little fun with him. She leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee, smiling seductively.
‘You think that was flirting?’ she asked quietly. ‘No, no, no. This is flirting.’ She moved over to sit next to him, pressing her thigh up against his. She traced lazy circles on his knee with her fingertips, moving her other hand to his shoulder. She leaned in and blew lightly in his ear, making him shiver. Then she abruptly returned to her seat beside Harry, looking smug.
Ron gaped at her, and then at Harry, who was looking partly jealous and partly amused. ‘You little tease!’ he yelled, glaring at Arya. ‘And you!’ he cried, turning his sights on Harry. ‘You were supposed to be my friend. You both were. But you tease me and you laugh at me! Fine! I’m out of here,’ he finished, storming out of the compartment.
Arya stared after him, horrorstruck at what she had done. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt him that bad,’ she said quietly, turning to look at Harry. He was looking as well, with a shocked and dismayed expression. ‘It was just a joke. What’s he so mad about?’
‘Well, Ron has five older brothers and one younger sister; he gets skipped over a lot. He’s the youngest boy so all his things are hand-me-downs and his little sister is the princess of the family, you know? He really liked you but, then, so did I. When you overlooked him and started flirting with me, I guess it was just one too many times,’ he explained. He hugged her once more. ‘It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll forgive you.’
‘I hope so,’ she whispered, though she doubted he would. Arya snuggled into Harry’s chest, drawing comfort and assurance from him. By the look of it, she had upset him a lot more than intended.
Let's get together and ride the Purple Prose Train! Choo-choo! Next stop, the Pit of Voles!
TITLE: Fairy Princess
PERPETRATOR: JessieJay14
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Arya Elias
SPECIES: half fairy, half human
HAIR: "waist-length black hair", it is also described as "glistening black waves of hair", and "a pure, genuine black, like a raven’s wing".
EYES: "deep emerald eyes, the color of leaves after rain, under thin, sculpted brows and framed by thick, long lashes". Her eyes turn "pearlescent" black when her wings come out.
MARKINGS: "sparkling, multifaceted wings". "She had an exotic beauty to her, one that no one could ever place, and she knew it. It was fairy beauty" "She had a thin, majestic face with high cheekbones and a small, straight nose that turned up at the end a bit. She had full lips and straight, white, shining teeth."
POSSESSIONS: A Hogwarts letter and a wand with one of Fawkes' feathers. Yes, he didn't give only two, he gave three. She has a "pure white kitten" named Angel. A "girly" bedroom: "One wall was a light green, not lime but pastel, and the next was blue. Then there was yellow, pastel, not mustard, and the last was pale pink. Her bedspread was a checkerboard incorporating many different colors and all of her furniture, the desk and chair, the bedposts, her vanity set, the bureau, and the bookshelf, was painted white". A "pair of tight jeans, a tight camouflage T-shirt, and black sneakers".
ORIGIN: She was rejected by her mother's fairy clan, so she lives with her human father. She receives a Hogwarts letter.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She meets Harry and Draco at Madam Malkin's on the very first day of first year. Harry is mesmerized by her beauty, which amuses me because they are 11. Then she gets her wand, and Mr. Ollivander tells her that he was wondering when she would turn up in his store. Which is quite creepy, I might add. Anyways, after sundaes with Harry, she goes home and sees him again on the Hogwarts Express. In her compartment with Ron and Harry, she beats up Draco Malfoy with her fairy strength. Harry and Ron think she is amazing. She could be sorted into any Hogwarts House, but she is sorted into Gryffindor.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "As a fairy, she had a great liking, and respect, for nature and the creatures that shared their habitat." You know, I'm sure there are humans that feel the same way. Her sister says she is beautiful, funny, talented and sweet. She is too beautiful to be human. She has the ability to lift something six times her own weight.
NOTES: Purple prose, and plagiarism of the first book. What fun to read!
SAMPLE:
A voice came over the magical intercoms all along the train: ‘We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please put on your school robes if you have not done so and prepare to exit in a calm and orderly manner. Your baggage will be taken to the castle separately.’
Arya jumped out of her seat and pulled her robes out of her trunk in the overhead compartment. Then she stopped. ‘Where am I going to change? I’m definitely not changing in the same room as you two,’ she said. No one answered her. ‘I guess I’ll have to go change in the bathroom,’ she sighed, them traipsed off in an annoyed fashion.
Harry pulled his robes over his head, as did Ron, then they sat down to await Arya’s return. ‘So. You like Arya?’ he said. It was more a statement than a question. Ron flushed beet red.
‘No!’ he said defensively. Harry smiled knowingly at him and he blushed deeper, his face clashing horribly with his face.
‘Then why are you blushing so much? And getting so defensive? Face it, Ron, you fancy her,’ he said. Ron opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, closed his mouth, and opened it again.
‘So what if I do?’ he asked. ‘You like her, too,’ he said accusatorily. Harry shook his head.
‘No, I don’t,’ he said. Ron smirked at him.
‘Oh, yes you do! I see the way you smile so much when she looks at you. You blush whenever you touch her, you take her by the hand whenever you take her anywhere. Your eyes sparkle for, crying out loud!’ he said, throwing his hands up in the air. ‘You’ve been flirting with her all day!’
Arya turned the corner just in time to hear Ron’s last sentence. Instead of entering the compartment, she knelt down and pressed her ear to the compartment door, all the better to hear. There was a pause.
Harry thought over the day’s events, his brow creasing in thought. When he thought about it, he did seem to be a lot happier when she was around. ‘Well…maybe,’ he admitted. ‘I don’t know. She’s just amazing. Like you said earlier, she’s wonderful, intelligent, beautiful, powerful, funny, kind, everything! She’s like the perfect girl, and she hugged me in Diagon Ally! She was the only girl I’ve ever spoken to and she hugged me! Of course I like her!’
Arya blushed, suppressing a grin or pleased embarrassment. She stood up, waited a moment, and then opened the door. Both boys looked up and flushed, smiling at her. She sat down by Harry, close enough that their knees were touching, and Harry darkened another shade.
‘So, what did you boys chat about while I wasn’t here?’ she asked teasingly. The boys glanced at each other, as though caught in a trap.
‘Uh, um, Quidditch?’ Harry suggested. Arya smiled at him and nodded. Harry smiled back, though it was a bit strained looking.
‘Oh, well, I can see that,’ she said brightly. ‘Is that all you two ever talk about? Anything else?’ Arya was trying to pry information out of them. She knew she was flirting, turning on her charms to see how they would react. Now that Harry was aware of his feelings, they seemed much more acute. He was acting like Ron had when he first met her.
‘Not really, no,’ he lied. ‘Just Quidditch. So, uh, what do we do until we get to Hogwarts?’ he asked, trying to think of anything to save him from the pending humiliation.
‘The same thing we’ve been doing since we got on the train?’ Arya said. ‘What should we talk about? And don’t say Quidditch! I’ve gotten a tad tired of talking about that.’ The boys looked at each other again, but this time remained silent.
After another moment or two of awkward silence, Arya stood up. She knew that Harry was about two inches taller than she and, using this information to her advantage, she pretended she needed something from her trunk. She reached up to the overhead compartment but she stopped herself short, using her acting skills to make it look like she couldn’t quite reach it.
‘Harry? Could you help me get my trunk down? I need to get my wand out of it,’ she said, putting on that whole ‘damsel in distress’ act. He nodded and stood up. ‘It’s the big one right there,’ she instructed, pointing to her trunk. Harry heaved her trunk down and deposited it on the seat. Arya searched through it until she found her wand, which she pocketed.
‘Thanks, Harry,’ she said. ‘I think I can get it back up myself.’ She picked up one end of the trunk and raised it up level with the overhead. She held the other end and pushed. She pretended to lose her grip, letting out a little scream as the heavy trunk came sliding back toward her. Harry caught the trunk and shoved it back up.
Arya clutched at her heart in mock fear. Harry turned to her. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked worriedly. She nodded, looking up at him. Their green eyes met for a moment, and she pulled him into a hug. They stayed there for a moment, she leaning comfortably into his chest.
‘Thank you, Harry,’ she said, her words muffled. He pulled back and smiled broadly at her, relieved her was okay, and his eyes indeed sparkled as Ron had said they did.
‘Anytime,’ he replied. ‘You should be more careful. That thing could squash you flat,’ he warned, gesturing to her trunk.
‘Not if I have you to save me,’ she said flirtatiously. She hugged him again and sat back down, pulling Harry down by the hand to sit next to her. Ron glared at them, having watched the whole scene jealously. ‘What’s the matter, Ron?’ She asked, knowing full well what the matter was.
‘Will you two stop flirting? It’s making me sick,’ he said bitterly. Harry shot daggers at him. Arya decided to have a little fun with him. She leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee, smiling seductively.
‘You think that was flirting?’ she asked quietly. ‘No, no, no. This is flirting.’ She moved over to sit next to him, pressing her thigh up against his. She traced lazy circles on his knee with her fingertips, moving her other hand to his shoulder. She leaned in and blew lightly in his ear, making him shiver. Then she abruptly returned to her seat beside Harry, looking smug.
Ron gaped at her, and then at Harry, who was looking partly jealous and partly amused. ‘You little tease!’ he yelled, glaring at Arya. ‘And you!’ he cried, turning his sights on Harry. ‘You were supposed to be my friend. You both were. But you tease me and you laugh at me! Fine! I’m out of here,’ he finished, storming out of the compartment.
Arya stared after him, horrorstruck at what she had done. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt him that bad,’ she said quietly, turning to look at Harry. He was looking as well, with a shocked and dismayed expression. ‘It was just a joke. What’s he so mad about?’
‘Well, Ron has five older brothers and one younger sister; he gets skipped over a lot. He’s the youngest boy so all his things are hand-me-downs and his little sister is the princess of the family, you know? He really liked you but, then, so did I. When you overlooked him and started flirting with me, I guess it was just one too many times,’ he explained. He hugged her once more. ‘It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll forgive you.’
‘I hope so,’ she whispered, though she doubted he would. Arya snuggled into Harry’s chest, drawing comfort and assurance from him. By the look of it, she had upset him a lot more than intended.