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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 20:51:36 GMT -5
"Are you sure you'll be all right, honey?" "I'm positive, Ms. Flahtery. " Fiona said a quiet good bye to the pretty young woman who had helped her find her way here.
The letter had reached G.R.I.M at exactly Five Forty Five A.M. It was a request from the Muggle Legal System wanting her to help in an experiment on a certain Abigaila. She could not quite remember her last name. But it sounded like one of the older families. The paper asked if she would wish to simply come to this exact playground and interact with Abigaila. Abigaila, or 'Abby', had a criminal record, but wanted to work with children. The Courts had looked to her, who had tons of experience in being 'Difficult', to make sure that Abby could work with children. Fiona was to work her hardest to be strange, difficult, stubborn, and hard headed. That wasn't very hard for she had accepted that she wasn't exactly the best of 'Little Girls'. The one thing the courts did not know about Fiona, something she was sure Abigaila did not know either, was that Fiona was not difficult purely because of her personality. But 'Abby' would have to find this out herself, wouldn't she?
So she sat on the empty swings, glad that no other children were there, and lifted a rock. Not with her foot or hand, but with her own power. It was small, not very hard. But she still took a bit longer to crush it than usual. She needed to practice more. Once done with the rock, she let the dust gently lift itself on the slow wind. She pushed the ground with her foot and began to swing. Today would be very, very interesting.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 21:05:05 GMT -5
After recieving her letter, Abby Weasley wasn't to pleased. She didn't have a big criminal record! It was small, unlike others that have had some problems in the past, like Bella. Unfortantly, Bella Johnston was rejected as being the Kindergarden teacher and was boated to a hospitle for insane people like herself, literaly. So Abby applied. Little to her liking the court sent a girl in for her to spend the day with, and the girl would report back saying if Abby was good for the job or not. Brats Abby thought bitterally as she made her way to the playground, kicking rocks out of her way once or twice.The girl Fiona, or whatever her name was, was probably already there. She forot the girls age and last name, but she assumed she was at least six or seven. It shouldn't be to hard...
With an effort, Abby smiled warmly as she approached a girl on the swings. "Are you Fiona?" she asked, managing to make her tone sweet.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 21:08:37 GMT -5
Fiona looked down and swung even harder. Part one of being difficult? No. Just Fiona being Fiona. She was not going to just let this girl barge in when she was doing some quality swinging. Once she was done, she would talk. The 12-year old girl kept swinging and kicked Abby while doing it. She slowed down and Fiona finally looked up. "Who wants to know?" Fiona said, jumping off the swing. "By the way, not a good idea to try and Bull-Shit your way into teaching. It never works." She added.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 21:18:06 GMT -5
Abby'seyes blaized while the brat kicked, anshe quickly moved out of her way.There was no way this brat was going to cost her a job. "Don't you kick me again," she warned in a harsh voice, though she doubted it the girl would listen. "I'm Abby, and I'm guessing your the girl I have to spend the day with," she said, her voice still firm.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 21:26:59 GMT -5
"My name's Fiona." Fi corrected. "Don't call me Fi. Don't call me Fione'. Or Fie. You don't know me, but I know you. So I wouldn't suggest trying to get revenge on me after this." Fiona was making it plain and simple that this would not be easy. "And I suppose you aren't so good at guessing because I'm going to be spending the entire weekend with you." Fiona held up the sheet of paper.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 21:33:15 GMT -5
"Weekend? What the bloody hell?" he mumbled, taken aback. "Bloody court," she said after a moment as she read the sheet."Oh perfect, so sadly I'm required to ask, what-do-you-want-to-do-today?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 21:55:47 GMT -5
She motioned to her old swing. "Sit down, please." Fiona snapped her fingers and whispered a small spell. A pair of forgotten glasses and a clipboard flew twords her. She put on the glasses, having unspelling them, and brought out a pen. She sat in the swing right next to the one she had previously occupied.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 22:00:17 GMT -5
Abby supressed a laugh, but couldn't help but grin. Slowly she sat in the swing the brat motioned to a looked at her. "Andwhat are we going to do?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 22:08:07 GMT -5
"Tell me about your childhood." She said, simply. She swung softly and whipped her hair up into a bun.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 22:09:54 GMT -5
After a moment she reliezed the child was serious. "Seriously? Why on earth would you want to know?" she asked, confused.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 22:11:39 GMT -5
"Because I do. Now, do you want to teach or no?" Fiona snapped.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 22:15:44 GMT -5
Her face went hard for a moment as she stuided the brat she was assigned to. "Fine, what do you want to know?" she finally said.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 22:20:43 GMT -5
"Your first memory of childhood." Fiona said simply. "And I don't want any crap. I do know how to hypnotise, and I'm not afraid to do so."
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 22:28:38 GMT -5
"What, like the time my brother almost killed me when I was five by almost pushing me off the cliff and into the ocean. Or the time my sister knocked me out for a few hours by 'acciedently' hitting me with rock when I was seven,"Abby said boredly, having no idea why she was telling a twelve year old this.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 22:53:00 GMT -5
"Cliff. Rock. Has this causes a pathological fear of Earth or Dirt or Stone?" Fiona asked while drawing a bunny rabbit on the clipboard.
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 22:55:00 GMT -5
ooc: lol
bic: Abby gave a short laugh."No! Of course not! But itis one of the reasons I've hated my siblings since as long as I could remember," she noted.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 19, 2007 22:58:33 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" Fiona tried to loosen the bindings on her own mind and lifted a rock. It hit Abby in the head. "And you cannot hate your siblings. It's simply impossible. You may be able to hate your parents. But not siblings."
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Post by Bai on Nov 19, 2007 23:01:03 GMT -5
Abby's head shot around before her eyes narrowed on Fiona. She had a crazy feeling she did it, but she wouldn't say it the first time, next time she would. "Please, why do you think I didn't cry when both my siblings were killed. I was beyond relieved," she said simply, remembering the crash.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 20, 2007 13:43:03 GMT -5
"All your relatives are dead?" Fiona asked, raising an eyebrow. "No brothers, or sisters or family left?"
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Post by Bai on Nov 20, 2007 13:49:57 GMT -5
"Ha! Please even parents died-or nevermind-then I would have thousands of releatives left. I'm a bloody Weasley. There are to bloody many of us," she muttered.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 20, 2007 20:26:57 GMT -5
"Weasley, eh?" Fiona asked, adding a nice pair of ears to her bunny. "Lucky to be such a big part of something." she commented. She tried to let loose on something again and she appeared to be concentraiting more on herself than on anyone else. She finally called the rock that had hit Abby back to her.
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Post by Bai on Nov 20, 2007 20:34:01 GMT -5
"Ha! Please...I hate how big the bloody family is," she muttered.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 20, 2007 20:54:39 GMT -5
Fiona felt sudden hatred twords this Abigaila Weasley. She narrowed her eyes and the glasses suddenly flew off. The wind. That was all. Fiona bent down to pick up the glasses and suddenly hated her own parents. But, unlike this spoiled Weasley brat, Fiona had an honest reason to hate her mum and da. "So, Abby." She made small quotations sharply. "What's your second memory of family?"
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Post by Bai on Nov 20, 2007 20:58:14 GMT -5
"My older cousin almost drowning me," she mumbled angrily. Such an abused child, Abby. But, what she left out about the drowning was that she deserved that one.
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Post by Tally-Wa [crazy admin #1] on Nov 20, 2007 21:08:45 GMT -5
"How old are you?" She asked, simply. But her voice was laced with hate and poison.
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