Post by fraser on Jul 24, 2013 13:04:58 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] fraser maynard lestrange. twenty-six. obliviator for the ministry of magic. 10", red oak wood, doxy hair, hard. ezra koenig. | |
[rs=2] | Fraser Maynard Lestrange. Does the name ring a bell? I thought so. You may’ve heard of my Aunt Bellatrix; there are very few people who haven’t. I’m pretty sure that my mother, Alecto, is more well-known than my father, Rabastan. Both former Death Eaters, of course, but my mummy-dearest also had a job at Hogwarts for a while. She made sure her students didn’t forget her in a hurry and, by doing that, she ensured that the ministry didn’t either. They were after both of my parents and that meant, until I started my education at Hogwarts, we moved around an awful lot to avoid my parents being found and then sent off to Azkaban. I still saw a lot more of my mother than my father. She raised my siblings and I with a firm hand, let me tell you. The amount of times I have been put through the agony of the cruciatus curse by my own mother, I can’t even remember, it happened so often. It was an effective choice of disciplinary action but it messed with my head a bit. I was taught since birth that blood status matters and I believed it at first – I still do, to some extent. The thing is, I’m more likely not to care if you don’t treat me differently because of my heritage. Truthfully, I don’t see a lot of my family anymore. My parents influenced by beliefs, but they no longer dictate them. I’m neither ‘good’ nor ‘bad’. I’m not your ‘typical’ Lestrange, but neither are my siblings. One thing that gets to me the most is people only judging me by my last name. Honestly, I’m not just Lestrange, I’m Fraser. (Well, or Frasy, if you insist.) Back to my damaging childhood… there’s not much else to say about it? My siblings were born but I was never particularly close with them. I hold something of a secret, subtle grudge against my family for the strife they cause me even now. The professors treated me differently, as did the students; but I gathered a group of loyal friends in my own house, Slytherin. Hogwarts went reasonably well for me, with my magic I always focused more on martial magic as well as potions. Those were the most fun, and the most useful kinds. My first kill would’ve probably been towards the end of my sixth year. It was a muggle girl, drowned in a lake. It was silly. They thought she’d fallen in! I was never suspected. Not Frasey the not-so-strange Lestrange. My motive, you ask? There wasn’t one. I just wanted to try it out. The girl looked like she would’ve been an annoying little twit anyway. I doubt anyone missed her in the slightest. What else, what else, what else… Oh, personal things, people like to know personal things. I’m pretty sure I’d be disowned if I publicly announced that, golly gosh, I’m pansexual! I don’t see the issue with it. Why limit yourself to one gender, that’s not enough. I bet my parents would have something nice to say about that. They didn’t find out about how I tended to sleep around a lot while at Hogwarts. I don’t anymore, I’m a big boy. Big boys learn from their mistakes. Because, although it was fun, it wasn’t so fun having a hoard of angry girls and boys after you for apparently toying with their hearts. Ah, hearts! That leads me onto my next point: contrary to popular belief, Lestranges do have hearts. I have a heart, it just doesn’t work in the conventional way. Personally, the problem is that I have too many emotions to deal with. I’m very on edge, but not, at the same time. Mostly I’m laidback but certain things make me snap into a deranged state that I’ve been told is similar to how my Aunt Bellatrix used to act. Isn’t that sweet? Yuh-huh. I’ll try explaining something to you now. I’m a normal guy, why wouldn’t I be? I’m full of energy, friendly, social, make bad jokes/puns, and so on. Mm, mischievous may work for describing me too. Or… disloyal, manipulative, insensitive, violent... Okay, not so many people get to see that. Only people I need something from or I’m after. Things such as being judged by my family name or blood status can make me snap, as well as people acting rudely or disrespectfully towards me and, on some occasions, my siblings. It’s an obvious change when I’ve lost my temper. I could go from being carefree, smiling and laughing, to dangerous, cold and murderous in a matter of seconds. It’s something I have very little control over but it helps me in making sure I successfully deal out payback to those who deserve it or just to have a little fun. That qualifies me as being a slightly crazy person, doesn’t it? Oops. But I promise you, I’m not a complete nutcase – I wouldn’t be able to stand that. Currently I work at the Ministry of Magic as an Obliviator. Having a position in the ministry helps me gain trust, even if some people aren’t too pleased about me being there. I don’t live at home anymore, although I still visit from time to time. Strictly speaking, I don’t have a home right now. I’m darting around from place to place to avoid some sticky situations involving certain witches and wizards I don’t get on with. I’ll be frank with you: I find it too hard to resist messing with people. Life’s a game and I’m playing it in a much more interesting way than the average guy would. |
connie. 14. 2 years. |
