Post by FREDERICK LOUIS GILLIN. on Aug 2, 2010 9:35:29 GMT -5
FREDERICK LEE GILLIN.
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SO BEFORE WE GET STARTED, LET’S COVER THE BASIC NAME.
“everyone calls me freddie because my grandpa’s fred and, well, saying frederick would all the time would just get annoying. freddie lee gillin. there’s nothing really special about my name. i was named after my two maternal grandparents, fred and louanna gillin. i guess mom always wanted to honor them in whatever way she could. she's made some mistakes, but she’s a real good daughter like that. i have her last name because my dad took off before i was born and she’s acted like he just never existed ever since. i don’t mind it too much, really. it just gets confusing sometimes because i live with my grandparents and my grandpa and i have the same name.”
THAT’S PRETTY COOL, I GUESS. SO TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
“so… i'm a senior in high school and i just turned eighteen. people always ask if you feel different or something when you have your birthday, but i don’t. i mean, i know i completed another year, but that doesn’t make one day any different from the one before it… especially when nothing ever happens. high school is ok, i guess… i mean, you have to do it, right? i don’t care much for most of my classes, but it doesn’t really matter either way. i don’t really know what i’ll do when it’s all over, so i can at least enjoy the ride while i’m on it. that’s life, isn’t it?
“i have a lot of friends at school, but i don’t really date much. things with me have always been pretty family-centered - even more now than ever – and that just doesn’t leave too much room for it. i like girls and everything, but it’s hard to be steady with someone when you can’t really open up to them. i know that i don’t have anything to hide – i mean, im not ashamed or anything – i just don’t really like the idea of bringing too many people into my business. even friends aren’t very likely to come over to my house, and i don’t go out too much after school. it's not something i advertise, but i’ve never had sex because, well, the time has just never been right. i’m still young.”
WELL, REGARDLESS, I THINK YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD LOOKING.
“i have light brown or blond hair like my mom and my eyes are a dark, pale sort of blue. Sometimes they’re even a little green. my mom and grandparents all have the light brown hazel sort, so i assume my eyes come from my father’s side of the family. i don’t actually know what he looks like, though, so i can only guess. my skin usually keeps a tan pretty well and sometimes (at the end of the summer, usually) it even seems like there’s a little olive to my complexion. i freckle sometimes, but not often. i’m told i have nice teeth, but i sometimes wonder if a dentist is just supposed to say that. i don’t pay extra attention to them or spend any money on that whitening stuff, but i do eat natural, home-grown food, so maybe that has something to do with it. who knows?
“to tell you the truth, i’m a little short for a boy, coming up to 5’ 6”, and that can be a little annoying at times, but i try not to let it bother me. after all, it isn’t something i can change, and there’s really no point in being angry about things you have no control over. i also used to be really thin, which made things worse, but i took to working on my granddad’s old friend’s ranch, so that changed pretty quick over the summer. that’s not easy work, after all. i never used to spend time with my shirt off, but when i was working on the ranch, i thought it was best if i didn’t get a farmer’s tan too, so a bunch more people than i would like saw the scar across my back. i don’t remember how i got it, but everyone who sees it asks. sometimes i think they think i’m lying when i tell them that, so i try to just keep it hidden when i can.
“i talk with a bit of a twang, and sometimes i think that makes me stand out a little bit. i’ve been here for quite a while, but my ma and grandparents were all born and raised in louisiana, and i spend most of my time with them so i’ve taken on some of their accent even when i’m talking to other people at school. i think sometimes i might say some things that people around here aren’t used to, but they’re usually pretty friendly about it.
“style? well, i don’t really have much of a style. i guess i’m your basic small-town boy. i usually just wear whatever jeans and t-shirt fall out of my closet. sometimes i wear a button-up (flannel or otherwise) over my shirt. i own a few pairs of boots, but i usually just wear sneakers to school so i don’t fulfill the stereotype. my hair usually just stays however i wake up. i’ve tried putting gel in it like some people do and making it stand up a bit wild and i actually liked it. it’s just more effort than i plan in putting into my hair on a daily basis, so usually it just falls down into my face. i don’t cut it as much as my gran would like, but if i did everything she wanted, i might as well have been born in the ‘50s. i want to please her, i do, but i also want to be a normal kid, so that’s a no to the old-fashioned haircuts and extra time at church events. i’m also not a fan of that music she listens to, but i’m lucky enough to have avoided that lecture so far. i tend to listen to just whatever’s on… don’t have too much of a preference, but i do like to hear it.”
I’M NOT COMPLAINING. TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOU LIKE-WISE.
”in i like to be outside just after dusk. i know it’s strangely specific, but it seems like the whole world changes when it gets dark. in a way, i think it really does… the part of the world i’m in, anyway. i mean, people spend so much time in the sun, but when the sun goes down and all the critters we’re used to go to sleep, everything’s new. nighttime around my house is noisy. there are the crickets for one; they make most of the noise, but there’s a whole lot of land and not too much movement, so i think animals just feel more comfortable coming out. beyond that, there’s the stars. the moon lights up the yard in a way that’s completely different from the sun. sure, there isn’t too much light, but what you can see, you see differently – like there’s another side to things that you can’t see in the sun. i don’t know… maybe it’s strange. there’s just something i always liked about it. this isn’t to say that i don’t like the daytime, but i’m not a big fan of it when i’m in the blistering heat (ironic considering the fact that i came from louisiana).
“listening to music is something i do pretty often. it doesn’t really matter what sort… i could listen to classical or country, rock or jazz. i wouldn’t say that i’m cultured because i haven’t really travelled much or met too many people who tried to get me listening to anything else, but i would say that i have an open mind… especially when it comes to music i’ve never really been interested in rap because i don’t like what they talk about and i don’t really like the sound either.
“i have never liked egoists. anyone who thinks they’re better than another person is pretty low in my book because everyone suffers the same, and i’ve learned that over the years. if you ask me, there’s really no excuse not to be nice to another person. even when people get really angry with you for no reason, it’s important to remember that they might just be having a bad day or something. i prefer to just be nice, and if the other person isn’t, well, i don’t really have to stick around, do i?
“i like listening to people talk. i know it’s weird, trying to have a conversation that’s mostly one-sided, but i really do like to hear about their lives and what they like or don’t like. people can be really interesting. sure, many of them are just like the rest, but sometimes even that can be good to hear. strangely, i don’t really like sharing too much. i don’t have a very interesting life, and the few things about me that are interesting are private, so i try to avoid it just in general.
“i don’t like cherry pie. it may seem, but i just really don’t. i like cherries alright when they’re fresh, but there’s something gross about cherry pie. i prefer apple. as a rule, i like sweets. anything home-cooked is usually wonderful. mom can’t cook for the life of her, so i’m happy gran is around; she’s a miracle worker. i don’t think i’d be able to do it if mom couldn’t, so i’ll just count my blessings there. really, you could just say that i like food… most of it, anyway.
“i’m not great at math. i’m not really all that good at school period, but i do try. i just despise trying to figure out how a letter is actually a number. i mean, why does anyone really care about that stuff anyway? my favorite class in school has got to be shop, but since i couldn’t really take that too long, i’ll admit that i do like some things about english. i’m not a great writer or anything, but i like to read some of the old stories. once you’ve translated it all, it really gets you thinking.
“i don’t like being called to do things in class. with math, i’m too slow to be confident doing a problem on the board and with english, i usually think that what i got from the story isn’t actually right, so i try to keep it to myself. really, i spend most of my life trying to keep things to myself. this might explain a thing or two about my relationship issues (or lack thereof)… i like it when someone (usually my best friend) manages to get past that, though, because it’s nice sometimes to share things.
“i don’t like going shopping – especially for clothes. i had to do a lot of that this summer when i grew out of what i had, and it’s really annoying. luckily i went with my granddad. gran would’ve had me try on half the store if she were with me while pop usually wants to get out quicker even than i do. strangely enough, though, i like buying things for other people... not running errands, but getting presents. it might be one of my favorite things, finding the perfect present for mom. something about giving just makes you feel better.
“i don’t like most holidays, but i love christmas. halloween is my least favorite, but that might just be because i don’t get it. i’ve never really wanted to dress up as something scary and knock on strangers’ doors… it just doesn’t seem natural. valentine’s day is another one of those pointless ones. maybe it’s nice if you’re in love, but it seems to just give people an excuse to avoid acting nicely towards another person until that day. like i said before, Christmas is great. oh, and thanksgiving. really, i just like the food and the presents are nice. my grandparents are extremely religious, but my mom has shown little interest other than showing up at church on sundays, so i don’t really know what to think. it’s all a bit farfetched if you ask me… like halloween.
“if that’s not enough, i don’t like spending too much time on the couch or in front of the tv. i don’t sleep in and i like to see the sun rise. i like old movies and old music, but i’ll deal with the new stuff too. i don’t like cooked berries or hot leafy greens. i don’t like feeling down or making other people feel bad. i like baked goods and other types of sweets but i don’t really like all the pre-packaged stuff you get at the store that’s more sugar than flavor. i like the dark and rain and even snow. i like working with my hands and am a pretty sharp handyman. i’m not an intellectual, but i like to read sometimes. i’m a history buff, really. i don’t like when people assume that i’m ignorant or closed-minded just because i’m from the south. i love my family more than anything and i don’t like to see them hurting.”
YOU’RE NOT TELLING ME SOMETHING… TELL ME.
”i’m not a big fan of sharing, but i guess it can’t be helped, can it? there isn’t anything real interesting about me to be honest. i guess i would call it a secret since i’ve never actually told anyone, but i kind of do wish that i knew who my dad was. i mean, i wish i knew what he looked like. i got real excited when i was about to get my learner’s permit because i thought, surely my dad’s name would have to be on there and at least i would have that, but it wasn’t. we come from a small town in louisiana, though, so i think i might just go back there one day when i’m older and ask around. i’d ask my mother, but i don’t want to hurt her or anything. i don’t like to be secretive about things, but sometimes i can’t help myself.
also, my mom’s real sick. the doctors say she’s got cancer in her lymph nodes. if i knew more about science i might be able to understand it, but i’ve read everything i could think to and it doesn’t look too good. they say they’ve caught it early, but i’m not sure that that means she’ll be fine. the bills are going to be pricey, so i try to work as often as i can. my schoolwork will probably start suffering, but i don’t think i’m going to college anyway, so it is what it is. she’s just more important. a few people know about this, so i don’t know how much of a secret it is, but i don’t make a habit of telling people. it’s private to me, and i really don’t want them feeling sorry for me, so it’s just another one of those things i keep inside.”
OOH, DO YOUR PARENTS KNOW? SPEAKING OF FAMILY...
”my family is very important to me. i just spent this whole time bringing up my mom, gran, and pop, but i guess i haven’t really told you anything about them. my mom is really my best friend. i guess you would call me a momma’s boy, and i wouldn’t argue with me. if you knew her, though, you wouldn’t wonder why. she’s really a great person to be around. my mom’s always smiling no matter what’s going on in her life, and she’s the nicest person you’ll meet. we don’t have much, but she does try to be generous. mom’s a waitress at this diner, and most of the people that go there are regulars. she’s always real kind to them even when they might not return the favor. she loves children and helps a lot at the church. still, she won’t stand for certain insults – particularly from people who are younger than her. she can have a fiery temper when she lets herself, and she’s smart to boot, so i wouldn’t want to get on her bad side.
“my gran is sweet too, but mom says she treats me differently than she did my mom or my uncle bill. she loves animals and is always feeding strays, so they tend to come around pretty often. pop hates that. sometimes he runs them off (which i think he does for fun, though he’ll say it’s because he can’t have them hanging around his house). he’s a quiet sort of man and is surprisingly strong for his age. he works at that ranch i was at over the summer, but he says i won’t do much good if i have to be in school all day, so during the year i just keep the one job at the grocery store that’s close (or at least the closest) to my house. my grandparents left their life in louisiana to live with mom and me, so it’s easy to say that they’re great people. i’ve lived with them all my life, and they helped raise me even after their own kids were older.
“i don’t really have family here in wyoming, but i do have an uncle back in louisiana. he’s eight years older than my mom and has a few kids of his own. he’s been married since he was my age, and he works in construction, last i heard. gran keeps in touch with him, but i haven’t seen or heard from him since we left. i do remember that i used to play with his sons, though. they were a little weird, but they were my cousins. i guess you put up with things like that when it comes to family, don’t you? ive got a couple of close friends, but i don’t know i’d call them family.”
JUST ANOTHER MOUNT V FAMILY; TELL ME MORE.
”i was born in the southern part of st. james, louisiana. my family had been there for a long while, but i had taken little interest in our history at the time. like i said before, i never really knew anything about my father, but i know that my mother was very young when she met him. she hadn’t even finished high school when i was born, and he had taken off, so we were quite the scandal for a while, but things died down eventually. my uncle had long since left to live on his own and was already married with children by the time i was born. mom stayed in my grandparents’ home, where my uncle and his family moved after we had left to keep it in the family. it was an old home, and apparently some of our relatives built it up from the ground, so it’s pretty important to our family.
“when i was younger, the elementary school i went to burned down. they never caught who did it, and some even think it was just a wiring problem, but i’m guessing that’s where the scars on my back came from. i don’t really remember it, but i don’t have the best memory in the world, so i don’t suppose i would. i mean, i remember a bit about being in the hospital, but that could have been at any age. no one was hurt badly, though. it was a small school, so the teachers didn’t have as hard a time getting everyone out once they caught wind of what was going on. all i know is that mom was shaken for a while after that… everyone was, really. things like that didn’t happen in our little parish.
“she never really said why, but mom moved us to wyoming when i was around eight and we’ve been here ever since. mom got a job waitressing and we had a little apartment. one of our neighbors was in some kind of serious accident that left him in a wheelchair, and since he didn’t work, he offered to help my mom out by watching me whenever she did. he was a smart man and knew a lot about carpentry. when he was in a good mood, he would teach me a thing or two, and i loved it. about three years after we got here, my grandparents followed us so they could help out (i think they were just used to having us around and missed it). they bought a home with more land like they were accustomed to and things sort of just went back to the way they were in louisiana.
“When i was sixteen and i got my license, i got my first job. it wasn’t until my mom was diagnosed with cancer that i thought about taking on another one. working on a ranch a town over was fun, to be honest, but hard. even i don’t like to wake up as early as pop and i did to get there with the sun, but it was worth it. now with school, i’ll probably be trying to find another job i can do in the evenings or maybe just on the weekends, i’m not really sure. still, this year should be something special. i don’t know why, but i just have a feeling.”
WHAT ARE THE MAGIC WORDS?
”ADMIN EDIT."
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As with all things, the Gryffindor dealt with the flutterby bush with the utmost concentration. He may have had some wandering thoughts, but overall, he kept his mind on the plant so as to avoid any blunders that might be detrimental to his grade. If he really thought about it (which he shouldn’t in order to protect his sanity), there wasn’t much reason for Remus to be so concerned with high marks. After all, once he left school, it wasn’t likely he’d be able to find employment. There just weren’t too many wizards out there willing to hire a werewolf. Still, it was easier to fly under the radar when he held hope; there was no point in quitting at the time when all of his classmates would be working harder. Besides, this was something he could pride himself in having been skilled at, right?
Remus started when the door jolted him from his thoughts. Having just narrowly missed slicing off a healthy stem from the bush (not to mention a bit of his own finger), he decided it safest to put down the gardening tools until his heart managed to reset itself. Why Sirius had felt the need to burst into the greenhouse like that was beyond Remus, but so were the majority of the thing the other boy did. Didn’t plants go into shock? Well, hopefully Remus wasn’t the only one. You know, generally it was quite difficult to sneak up on a werewolf in any form. The boy was not used to being surprised in the least, which could probably explain his adverse reaction.
Now that he was settled again, however, he got the urge to ask Sirius if they were speaking again. Ever since they’d returned from vacations, Sirius had been acting strangely towards him, and Remus couldn’t for the life of him divine the meaning behind it. Had he done something without noticing? Or perhaps it was something to do with his other form? While the Gryffindor couldn’t be sure when it all (whatever ‘it all’ was) started, he could certainly see it now. He did not, however, want to 1. be a git to one of the few friends he actually had or 2. be accused of being needy or whiny or anything else he would be able to come up with. No, Remus wasn’t really the taunting sort. He couldn’t pull of feelings of animosity, so he would just revert to what he knew best.
“I’m a bit large for a niffler, wouldn’t you say?” Remus asked as he turned to face Sirius, his brow furrowed slightly. Hopefully Sirius wouldn’t think his attempt at extra credit worthy of ridicule, but based on the way he barged into the greenhouse, wand at the ready, because he thought he’d be faced with a niffler, Remus doubted he would. “Trying to get some extra help with my Herbology marks,” he explained, turning his gaze back to the now-quivering flutterby bush. “What are you doing here?” the boy remembered to ask after a short pause.
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Remus started when the door jolted him from his thoughts. Having just narrowly missed slicing off a healthy stem from the bush (not to mention a bit of his own finger), he decided it safest to put down the gardening tools until his heart managed to reset itself. Why Sirius had felt the need to burst into the greenhouse like that was beyond Remus, but so were the majority of the thing the other boy did. Didn’t plants go into shock? Well, hopefully Remus wasn’t the only one. You know, generally it was quite difficult to sneak up on a werewolf in any form. The boy was not used to being surprised in the least, which could probably explain his adverse reaction.
Now that he was settled again, however, he got the urge to ask Sirius if they were speaking again. Ever since they’d returned from vacations, Sirius had been acting strangely towards him, and Remus couldn’t for the life of him divine the meaning behind it. Had he done something without noticing? Or perhaps it was something to do with his other form? While the Gryffindor couldn’t be sure when it all (whatever ‘it all’ was) started, he could certainly see it now. He did not, however, want to 1. be a git to one of the few friends he actually had or 2. be accused of being needy or whiny or anything else he would be able to come up with. No, Remus wasn’t really the taunting sort. He couldn’t pull of feelings of animosity, so he would just revert to what he knew best.
“I’m a bit large for a niffler, wouldn’t you say?” Remus asked as he turned to face Sirius, his brow furrowed slightly. Hopefully Sirius wouldn’t think his attempt at extra credit worthy of ridicule, but based on the way he barged into the greenhouse, wand at the ready, because he thought he’d be faced with a niffler, Remus doubted he would. “Trying to get some extra help with my Herbology marks,” he explained, turning his gaze back to the now-quivering flutterby bush. “What are you doing here?” the boy remembered to ask after a short pause.
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