ATTICUS, flick emory

[FLICK EMORY ATTICUS]

FLICK EMORY ATTICUS



these eyes you bought have gone to my head
but they won't take you to my bed

"Well, my name is Flick Emory Atticus, but you can call me Flick, or Ms. Atticus, Flick isn’t a good name for a girl, but apparently, my parents thought that it would be suitable, and nonetheless; amazing. So here I am, stuck as Flick, which they say is some form of Felicity, which means Happiness, or good…luck? Emory, which is a different form of Emery, which is derived from Emmerich, means ‘power’. It’s such a strong word, you know? And Atticus has a really simple meaning, which I really don’t want to tell you, and make you look up in a baby name book, but it means, ‘from Attica’. My last name is pretty, and masculine at the same time, but it’s quite boring compared to the rest of my name, don’t you think? So basically, my name means, “Good luck power, from Attica’. I sound like I’m a human letter. Hooray! Anyways, I have to say, that I’m not very lucky. Even at the solid age of thirty-nine, as I haven’t found a man yet, which I must mention that I do like men. I don’t really enjoy how manipulative female relationships can get, so I tend to stay away from that.
On a lighter note, I’d rather my children be happy than like the former pureblood I was, but now I happen to be tainted. So if I do happen to fall in love with someone who’s a mud blood, or a complete muggle, I’ll be quite fine bearing their children…even though I’m close to the age where I won’t be able to support a child in my body. Moving on, I have to say that I used to be a strong Slytherin, so there is at least a big part of me that’s cruel, but I won’t tell you when I will be that way. Oh, and just to make things clear, I am most definitely not a male after another male, I am a female, and if you would like me to prove it…I’ll show you my birth certificate, and my Ministry badge. I’m proud to say I’m retired at a young age, as I was left quite a fortune from my family, but I still allow orphans that live at Hogwarts to stay during the holidays! Everyone needs a good meal and a couple of gifts every so often, correct? I’m happy to have moved on from my place as the Head of Slytherin, but at the same time, I’m quite worried about if it was the right decision. Though I do have more important reasons as to why I left Hogwarts, and don‘t worry, they aren‘t to betray anyone. Oh dear, I suppose I‘ve been rambling quite far into the interview. I‘ll just finish with some ridiculous thing that some muggle-born had said to me when I was in their world studying America‘s Cuisine…which isn‘t all that bad. They said I appeared to look like a certain woman named, Sierra Miller, how interesting!"

you talk a good game, but girl you've been played
look at this face you choose to play

"I happen to have a deep fascination with teeth, and I am a bit of a collector of mystical items. You never know which ones are rigged with power, I constantly hunt for new things! I suppose you could call me a ‘treasure-hunter’, but I’d disregard that to the highest. I love to talk to students about their lives and I love helping, though I like to make it extremely difficult to understand, so they have to work. I’m always up for good stories and teaching, but I’m sure that my love for potions overrides everything! I do have a thing for men, but I don’t think that they really notice me! I’ve developed quite a thing for blood, and no matter how much I love the sunlight I can only go out during dusk, night and dawn. Gee, I wonder why!
I really dislike people who misbehave, what does it show you that their parents didn’t teach them well? Posh. I don’t like failure, and I most certainly don’t like rainy days. Even though I was a Slytherin in my time at this school, I dislike extreme cruelty, though I wouldn’t say I’m the best young woman, though ‘every dog has their day’. And though it is not as important as this, I dislike people who wear strong perfumes, or cologne. I may not be a werewolf, but I do have a very sensitive nose! I’m starting to dislike Garlic, no matter how many times I eat it, I just can’t seem to enjoy the taste anymore. It makes my eyes water…and I also lose what I eat.
Speaking of dislikes, I’ll let you into a little secret, a small fear of mine that I’ve never let anyone know. It’s top secret, so don’t pretend like you know whenever you see me! I’m warning you!
I’m afraid of being alone.
Silly, right? I just, with recent events at least, have developed a huge fear of being alone for the rest of my horribly long life. Sure, I can see people age, but I know that I can’t now, and it scares me. Plus, there aren’t many attractive men that live forever, now are there?
Another fear of mine… let’s see, I have this horrid fear of failure. I can’t stand to fail at anything, whether it was teaching a student, or finishing a document, I can’t handle it, and it’s something I don’t want to go through very often, you know?
This is why I’m kind to people, I want to hold them close, and make sure that they don’t feel like a failure, as even I do most of the time. It’s something I can do for them, even if it’s nothing like the way it should be. I‘m also quite helpful to people, though I can’t work at Hogwarts anymore due to my resignation, I still feel the compulsive urge to bring the orphans to my home for the holidays, and let them get away from all the people who are within the ratty old shack they live in. People used to call me outgoing, though I never understood why, I suppose it’s because I go out of my way to do things that seem impossible…but I’m a witch, so that is reasonable, isn’t it? I’m always spontaneous! On the spot! Making accurate answers and great ideas immediately! And another good thing about me, could also go as a bad thing, but I am quite cunning, always able to trick, persuade, and influence those about me to do the things I wish them to, but in a gentle manner, of course. I don‘t really like to hit people, but I make sure to get to the point, I dislike dilly dallying. It’s a waste of time, and a waste of space.
Nowadays, I’m quick to anger, I suppose it’s because my blood boils easily due to my new issues, but you’ll find out about that further into the interview? I can be very bossy at times, and if I don’t get my way, or they keep posing irritating questions, I can’t help but be a bit abusive… it’s not my fault. It really isn’t. I could be considered just a tad bit vain, whenever I pass by a window, or I see a mirror, my eyes lock onto my reflection. It’s almost instinct now, hoping for the first wrinkle on my face to form. I still can’t believe that I haven’t aged. I can be blunt, and that hurts most that I know, when I point out something that they don’t want to hear. But I am truthful…so that compensates, right? Some students, back when I worked at Hogwarts, commonly stated that I was emotionally manipulative. But that’s just a tiny bit about me, and I hope that I’m easy to understand, because people have always said that I’m very difficult to understand."

the town talk keeps me up to date
we will never be the same

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Quinton Neil Atticus, father, deceased.
Malary Kay Atticus [nee Bristol], mother, deceased.
Sven Emory Atticus, uncle, unknown if alive or dead, roughly forty.
Bracken Yule Bristol, uncle, deceased.

Let‘s see about our dearest Flick…
She was born into a quiet family in a small cottage off the side of a grassy green nook, it seemed that the family was quite old fashioned, other than the light electrical appliances that they had bestowed upon them for ‘emergency‘ reasons that their family had brought in. She was raised in a happy wizard upbringing, her father was part of the ministry, and still has light dealings with them when they are clueless as to what to do next. So there was no doubt that at some point in time, she had met Harry Potter, and greeted him open heartedly.

But glancing back at our dearest Flick’s past, she grew to a loving mother, who taught her the simple things as soon as she could walk, like washing the dishes, trying to read, and many other things, including sending her to muggle elementary school for prep in writing and socialization. Her father had never been there, often out in his early forties busy working with the Ministry of Magic, leaving her mother to raise her on her own, except for the few days that he came home for a vacation and spent time on the hill having picnics and swimming in the nearby lake.

But somewhere in her mind, Flick had developed quite a problem, spending much time brooding when her father was away, as the times he was around, it was simply not enough to give her a fair family structure. At age eleven, she finally made her problems known by glaring at everyone she saw, crossing her arms over her chest, and looking away. She was a very testy young girl, but she had her moments of kindness, helping out people as she entered her life of wizardry and friendship.

Flick had been a very awkward child, not having much contact with other children until the age of eleven, she often found herself being quiet, or simply blurting things that made her hate them more. They Slytherin group was more than pleased to accept her into their house as she passed along the row, giving the other groups a cute sneer of sorts. She had advanced quickly, over the years, excelling in Potions Class and Defense Against the Dark Arts, among her other thriving grades. It was not surprising that the professors adored her, no matter what area she was in, she seemed to do better than most of the other wizards and witches. At one point in time, it was rumored she was given a chance at becoming a prefect, but had denied it for her studies.

But she wasn‘t getting good grades for herself. She was trying to impress her father enough so that he would come home each holiday and spend time with them. Her family life had grown tense, her mother was lonely and wanting another child, but her father was too far away, and her mother was past the years of child bearing. At age sixteen, the young woman made a trip to hunt down her father, finding him stuck in the Ministry for years on end due to a problem that they couldn‘t solve, but with at least five careful readings of the same document, she clearly, and bluntly told them the answer.

It shows you how smart she was. As she moved on from her years in Hogwarts, she found that she was making frequent visits, paying attention to the lot of people around her, including the students, helping them when they had their free period, and it wasn‘t uncommon for the headmaster to take notice of such diligent behavior. At the decent age of twenty-six, they had asked her to become a professor in Hogwarts, she, surprised, had accepted, and became something she would have never expected: the head of Slytherin.

Flattered and nervous, she moved in, and with a proud heart, forgetting her family situation for a moment, she became the Potions Professor, becoming the first noticeable female in the Slytherin group to achieve something greater than what they thought witches of her kind could do. Nowadays, she tends to lurk about in the Dungeons, or outside near the Forbidden Forest, it seems she has a fascination with the creatures, and they, equally, to her.

During her time at Hogwarts however, she had grown to know that she was going to be lonely, and soon began to exclude herself from events, teaching after class, and other things, often walking to the kitchen to receive food, instead of snapping her fingers for her house elf. She started to believe that she could not trust anyone, and that hurt many people who were once close to her. It wasn’t until an incident that happened near the tip of the Forbidden Forest , that pushed both her, and the people that loved her over the edge.

She was attacked by a very, very thirsty vampire. During his little drinking session, he let slip a bit of his venom, paralyzing her beauty for the rest of her life. In other words, our dearest Flick became a vampire. She had tried to keep it undercover at the school for quite some time, but when someone cut themselves with a broken piece of glass in her classroom, all she saw was red. She had awakened with a furious burning sensation in her side, and saw that there was a mending spell in action, sealing up a glowing piece of her muscle tissue. The headmaster had been in the room, and asked her to explain herself, and begrudgingly, she did. The headmaster understood completely, but said that she now posed a serious danger to the students, and that, even though the staff enjoyed her company, and the students that followed, that she should leave Hogwarts.

Flick packed her bags quietly, and left in as much of a blur as possible, heading to the Forbidden Forest to feast on some poor un-expecting creature, and traveled all the way to her cabin, falling into a peaceful, lonely life.

Nowadays, Flick still invites orphans over to spend the holidays, but makes them promise not to hurt themselves in any way, meaning they are not allowed near any sharp objects, or areas that she doesn‘t approve of. In that manner, the third floor of her home is closed. However, Flick is content with the life she has brought, other than the creeping insanity as each birthday passes, and there is no change in her appearance."

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i had a front row seat to you on your knees
it was everything i hope it be

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