Character of the Month Interviews, (Not IC knowledge)

[Thunderstruck]

CotM Interview: February 2009 Jezebel Bain Interviewed By: Wolfe Hughes Wolfe: *Sits down, grumbling about having to do things he doesn't want to do* Ok, first off. Let's start with the basics. Name, age, height, weight? Jez: *Blinks* Jez Marie Bain, twenty, five foot ten and... err, I dunno how much I weigh. Wolfe: Amazon. *gets focused* Where'd you grow up? Jez: In a tiny place called Horsham in Sussex. Wolfe: How was your family life? Did you get along with your parents? *winces, knowing this is a touchy subject* Jez: *Scratches head* Got along great with my dad, but me and mum were always having a row. Pretty average, really. Wolfe: I can imagine women in your family are all stubborn. *amused* So you're an Auror-In-Training, was this what you always wanted to do? Or did you ever want to be anything else? Jez: Erm, I dunno, really. I'm Muggleborn, and when somebody explained what Aurors were, I thought 'that'll be me' and nothing ever changed that, really. If I hadn't been a witch, I suppose I'd be a WPC in the Muggle police force. Or if I'd not been accepted into Auror training, been a Hit Witch or maybe played pro-Quidditch. But it was always what I wanted to do. Wolfe: Well it's good to know whatcha wanna do. Where do you see yourself 5 years from now, assuming we all live of course. Jez: I don't really plan ahead, mostly because I probably will have kicked the bucket by then. In theory, I'd be a full Auror. That's about it, I think. Wolfe: That's very bleak and narrow. Not a get married and pop out a dozen kids type of girl are ya? Jez: I can't believe you'd bother asking that, you twerp. Wolfe: *snorts* Just checking. You never know. Would be humorous to picture you as a mum. Anyway, name one thing that scares you the most. Jez: Babies *glare* Wolfe: I can agree with you there *shudders* Have you ever stolen anything? Jez: *Evasive* The Ministry runs a thorough background check on all trainees. Wolfe: That's not what I asked *raises brow* Jez: Well, but- that- right. Yes. The last thing was... remember that Death Eater what attacked me right after we started training? He ruined my leather jacket, so Sirius and I nicked one from a Muggle shop. I'm not proud. Jez: Well, a little proud. Wolfe: Your secret is safe with me. *amused* What would you do if you found out someone close to you was a Death Eater? Would you turn them in, or find another solution? Jez: Turn them in. But I know none of mine are Death Eaters, so it'll never happen. Wolfe: If you could push someone off of a very high cliff... who would it be? Jez: Obviously You-Know-Who and his pals. But if I had to pick somebody I know, I'd say Auror Sidebottom. The man's a wazzock. Wolfe: You need a new trainer *snorts* Ok, I'll ask the question everyone is really wanting to know. What is the true relationship between you and Black? Jez: I have no idea what you're talking about. Shut up. Wolfe: Just answer the bloody question, ya big wimp. Jez: Wimp? WIMP? Come and say that to my face! Wolfe: I will... as soon as you answer the question. . . . Jez: Yeah? Really? You sure about that? 'Cause a fist in the gob often offends! Wolfe: ...New question. What's your favorite possession? Jez: Harley-Davidson XLH-1000 Sportster. Wolfe: Shoulda figured. Seems like you are always on that thing. *drums his fingers on his knees* Favorite color? Jez: Blue. Wolfe: That's such a peaceful color... and you are totally not a peaceful person... so why blue? Jez: First time I punched Raizel, her eye socket turned a beautiful shade of blue for a week. Wolfe: That's a... fun image. *chuckles* If you were stranded on a deserted island... and could bring along one person and one muggle object, what would you pick? *Obvious he finds this question dumb* Jez: *Shifts awkwardly* Siriusandabed. Wolfe: Well that answers the question you avoided earlier *smug* When you look in a mirror what do you see? Do you like who you are? Jez: *Blinks* I see me. Obviously. And... I dunno. *Shrugs* Not really bothered either way. Wolfe: Ok last question, I promise. *relief* Name three goals that you have set for yourself. Jez: Complete training and become an Auror. Go on holiday to New Zealand again. Kick seven kinds of arse. Wolfe: Ok... thanks Jez. You've been a good sport... threats nonwithstanding. Jez: Well you shoulda kept your neb out of other people's business if you didn't want threats... *trails off, muttering* Wolfe: Well you shouldn't be such a wimp about answering it...

[Fever]

CotM Interview: March 2009 Sirius Black Interviewed By: Jezebel Bain Warning: Bad language. Jez: *Mutters quite a lot and frowns at list* Says here "name, age, weight and height". Sirius: *unblinkingly* Odiferous Popsicle, 48, 84 kilos and 7 feet and 4 inches. Jez: *facepalm* Where'd you grow up? Sirius: *grin* In a land far, far away... by the name of Grimmauld. Horrible place, really. Jez: *Reads next question and snorts* How was your family life, did you get along with your parents? Sirius: *joins in the snorting* It was full of kittens and puppies. My parents took me on little picnics every Sunday until I was accepted at Hogwarts. After that my evil brother Regulus took over their souls and they became just as evil as he was! Jez: You work for the Order of the Phoenix. Was that what you always wanted to do, or did you want to do something else? Sirius: Why, yes I do. And no, not at all. I haven't the foggiest idea what I wanted to do before. I did go through a little stint with the Aurors, but there was too much studying involved. If there wasn't a war, I'd be a... really rich and annoying sod who did something with motorbikes. But I think I originally wanted to be a pirate of some sort. Does that answer your question? Jez: Just to clarify, these aren't MY questions. *Grumble* Where do you see yourself in five years? Sirius: Dead. Jez: Other than that. Sirius: Floating in a happy place, aaaaaand dead. Jez: I'm serious. Sirius: ... realistically serious? Jez: Just say something that doesn't involve being dead. Sirius: But statistics and probability and, you know, war suggests I shall in fact be, what's that? Dead. Jez: I had to answer the fucking question without being dead, now you do too. Answer it! Sirius: *wiggles eyebrows* Something about your demeanour indicates to me you're particularly perturbed about me being dead. Jez: I'm perturbed by your pigheaded idiocy, thanks. Sirius: I beg to differ. I think you're perturbed about my manly charms suddenly going amiss in your world! Jez: You're right. You'll be dead. And I'll be the one who kills you. *Glowering* Name one thing that scares you the most. Sirius: Jezebel Bain. Jez: Wise choice. Have you ever stolen anything? Sirius: Yes. Jez: Elaborate. Sirius: Yes, I have. Jez: *Grinds teeth* What would you do if you found out someone close to you was a Death Eater? Sirius: I'd... *sobers up rather instantly* Depending on how close, I'd either kill them or turn them in. Jez: If you could push someone you know off a very high cliff, who would it be? Sirius: Severus Snape. No, wait, Regulus. Waitwaitwait MY MOTHER, that's who. *nods* Can I push them all off the very high cliff? Jez: *Grumpy* I don't care, do what you like. What's the tr- *Stops* Sirius: *raises eyebrows* Yes? Jez: *Wordlessly hands sheet over* 'What is the true relationship between you and Jezebel Bain?' Sirius: *is silent for a few moments, and the clears his throat* Jezebel and I are... we're... we... yell a lot, at each other and don't get each other and after we're done banging our heads on the walls about the first two things, we sometimes, if not too pissed off or haunted by Giant Wombs, shag, and then repeat the process. Jez: Which the world really needed to know, thanks a bunch. What's your favourite possession? Sirius: Well, you bloody well asked. *rolls eyes* And the amazing flying motorcycle. Jez: I didn't, the fucking paper did! I threatened to beat Wolfe up rather than ANSWER. God knows you're good at avoiding all the other questions, you could've avoided that easily! Sirius: *raises both eyebrows* And what the hell am I avoiding? Jez: Please, you've answered two questions properly since this started. Sirius: Are you serious? You asked me stupid crap about my NAME. What the heck did you THINK my name was? Jez: How many times do I have to tell you that THESE AREN'T MY QUESTIONS? NOW TELL ME WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE FUCKING COLOUR IS, WANKER. Sirius: I'm not sure why you HAVE to ask them in the first place! And BLACK. Silly woman. Jez: I wouldn't if I had a choice! You're stranded on a desert island with NO WAY TO ESCAPE, before you start, and you can bring one person and one Muggle object. What do you bring? Sirius: These questions are absurd. *glares* And you and my motorbike. Jez: Well-spotted, you stupid fucker, really, well done. When you look in a mirror, what do you see? Do you like who you are? *Mutter* I don't like who you are */mutter* Sirius: I'm not the one spouting them off despite them being stupid. I see a good looking sod with wonderful hair, and there's no point not liking who you are. *flat look* Jez: It was this or death, okay?! And you're right, there's no point in not liking who you are. Not when everyone else can do that for you. Jez: Name three goals you have for yourself. Sirius: *snort* I'd take death. And everyone else can go to hell. *slighly mutinous look* I don't think I have any goals, unless you count Order business. Jez: Yeah, God forbid you think about going on holiday, seeing some of the world, helping to beat the other side... nono, death is so clearly the best goal ever *trails off, fuming* Sirius: OH SEE THE WORLD! *follows* Good thought, that. I should have thought about visiting all the zoos on the planet...

[Cora]

CotM Interview: April 2009 Lily Potter Interviewed By: Sirius Black Sirius: Er *perplexed by his task, looks at the sheet of paper with questions on it* right: name, birthday, weight, height and do you prefer blue or red? Lily: Lily Evans Potter. January 30, 1960. I'm 5"4, about 128 pounds, I guess and...what has the last part got to do with all the rest of it? Sirius: It's all part of a grand cosmic plan. And I have the questions. *grins, slightly evilly* Blue or red? Or pink? Which colour, in general, do you prefer? Lily: In Honestly, that's a worrying thought. Between blue, red AND pink, I prefer blue, for obvious reasons. *shakes her hair meaningfully* Sirius: The universe is a worrying place. *peaceful look* Now, er, blah! *sticks tongue out and looks at the questions again* Let's see here, where did you grow up? Lily: *gives him a look* Thank you for that sentiment. I grew up in Didsbury, suburbs of Manchester. Sirius: You're welcome. Did you like it? Lily: Growing up? Of course. Missed home lots while I was at school Sirius: : Who was your best friend? Lily: Before Hogwarts? My best friend from school was Phyllis Middleton. We used to sleep over ever Friday night and cut up our mothers' old catalogues. *slightly awkward pause* Other than her...I don't have much contact with my friends from home much anymore. Sirius: *nods, waiting, and then realises he needs to ask another question* Ah! Yes, er - what do you do and is that what you've always wanted to do? Lily: *fond laugh at him* While, right now what I want to do is get through my training at St. Mungos, so be a Healer. It's nothing like what I thought I'd be doing. When I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a teacher. I expected it to change but...not quite the way it did. Sirius: A teacher? *wrinkles nose* I can see you being McGonagal-ish about things. What would you have taught, do you think? Lily: Not Transfiguration. That wasn't on the radar. Back then I wanted to teach sciences, I think. Because I was infatuated with my science teacher at school. I may have changed around a bit. I'd have definitely done a better job of keeping you lot in line if I had been. *smile* Sirius: Never! Where do you see yourself in five years? Lily: Apparently with a five-year-old child. That's quite a thought. *sigh* I'd like to think in five years we'll be able to live more peacefully than now. Sirius: Congratulations on the spawn, by the way. Do you think there will be more? Lily: Give it a bit of time to properly sink in and we'll get back to you. I want to say hopefully not until things are more peaceful. But, obviously, my predictions might be meaningless. And thank you.. Sirius: Do you feel weird? About the spawn? *curious* Lily: *sharply* /Child/, Sirius. Thanks very much. Pretend to be up to the concept of humanity, at least. Lily: Yes. It's strange. But it's not as if we can't be ready. I've come to terms with it now. Sirius: I'm sorry, child. What sort of a sp- child do you think it will be? Do you prefer a girl or a boy? >> Lily: *rolls her eyes at him* I'm thinking James would be easier with a boy, but I'd like to set up for whoever it is to be welcome. So I'm not really fussed. I spend enough time picking up all of you boys to be ready for anything. Sirius: And we're always grateful *solemn, then grins* okay, eeeeer, have you ever done anything illegal? Lily: *eyebrow* What do you think? Sirius: *clears throat* Moving on. If you could push someone off a very high cliff, who would it be? Lily: Are you the one making up these questions? That's quite a juvenile way to put it. I've never exactly thought about pushing people off cliffs, though I hope it's pretty obvious which particular 'man' I think we'd be better off without. I don't think that's how I'd go about it though. Sirius: No, that's one I didn't modify, actually. And that would be a very novel way for him to go. What's the most precious thing in the world to you? Lily: My family. Old and new. Sirius: What's the true relationship between you and Jezebel Bain? Sirius: Ohwait o.o; Er... James. Sirius: What's the true - wait, we know that. >< Never mind. Do you like Bain? *alarmed* Lily: >< I..., um, I respect her, I think. I don't know her very well anymore so I can't really say. Sirius: Excellent! How excellent for you. *determinedly not reading questions anymore* So, er... favourite memory? Lily: *folds arms* If I say, I don't trust you not to be alarmed. Sirius: *tilts head* I... solemnly swear. *blinks* Lily: Well. My wedding then. Sirius: ... that's not alarming. Unless you count Petunia, who is always alarming. Lily: No. I wasn't counting her as part of the 'favourite memory' bit. Sirius: Something we agree on. Okay, least favourite memory? Lily: *makes a face* A few horrific nights prior to NEWTs come to mind as well as a few...run-ins at the hospital. Honestly, I try not to advertise my least favourite moments. Sirius: Fair enough. Final question: what's the craziest thing you've ever done? And if you've not, what's the craziest thing you wan to do, but may never manage to do? *grins* Lily: ...You're making these up, aren't you? Sirius: The powers that be have chosen me, and you're obligated to answer! Lily: I don't think I agreed to submit myself to you quite like that. But I didn't say I wouldn't answer. Er. The craziest thing I did, honestly, was marry James Potter. The craziest thing I'd like to do and won't...I had a dream of walking through Paris alone at night ever since we visited when I was a little girl. I like to think that might be a 'one-day' thing though. And I know it won't fall under your definition of 'crazy', so I don't know why I bother. Sirius: Yes, you will certainly need to avoid the law for that one. *shakes head* Well, there you go. We're done! Did you like it? Did you have fun? Lily: Barrels of it. Very good interviewing, Sirius. Even if a little...deviant. : ) Sirius: *hands her an enormous bowl of raspberry ice- cream and proceeds to steal huge spoonfuls of it over the next half hour*

[Sticky Fingers]

CotM Interview: May 2009 Remus Lupin Interviewed By: Noah van Hagens Noah: So, Remus my friend, let’s get started. If I gave you a Hippogriff where would you hide it? Remus: Why would you give me a hippogriff? That's a ridiculous question. What's the next one? Noah: It’s not at all ridiculous, and one day perhaps I will, would make a change from Playwizard subscriptions and strippers now wouldn’t it? But that’s not the next question, so, if you were a biscuit, which would you be? Remus: ... You wrote these yourself, didn't you? I'm going to have to skip them all, aren't I? Noah: I find that highly offensive thank you very much, I put a lot of thought into these, even snuck ‘Whiter Shade Of Pale’ into yesterday’s show just to make sure I had a whole six minutes to write them. Anyway, what is your favourite colour of socks to wear? Remus: Brown, it's the most practical colour - not that I understand why anyone would ever care to know that. Noah: Pfft, practical, what a surprise. What makes a perfect first date? Remus: One that has not been arranged by the likes of you. Noah: I will let that slip, just you wait until you are proposing to a girl I found you, we’ll see who gets the last laugh then. Just so I have an idea what sort of woman to avoid, what’s the biggest turn off in a potential partner? Remus: Bad breath is quite awful, but I'd have to say that a woman without a mind of her own - or the correct level of intelligence required to make one's own informed decisions - really takes the cake. Noah: Fair dues, though bad breath is a turn off for everyone I’m sure. Or at least it should be. Anyone who likes it should be hexed off the face of the earth for crimes against hygiene. Anyway what is the biggest misconception people have about you? Remus: That I do, in fact, have manly bits. And no, they are not attracted to other manly bits. Noah: I always thought you had manly bits Remus, I’m sure they are impressive as well, still, not everyone is as astute as me. If you could have pushed anyone off the top of the Astronomy tower whilst at school who would it have been? Remus: Actually, I think I might have pushed Sirius off once ... Noah: Really? That’s interesting… Where would you most like to go on a summer holiday? Remus: Somewhere very quiet, very old, and with very few people about. Noah: What is your favourite book? Remus: : I can't pick just one. Imagine if I asked you which pair of leather trousers is your favourite. Noah: Easy, the ones my sister gave me, though I’ll have you know Remus I will always be a denim man at heart. Which authority figure would you refuse to spit on if they were on fire? Remus: Madam Pince. The only human being in the world capable of turning a library from a place of sanctuary into Hell. Noah: Who understands you better, women or men? Remus: Neither. Even I don't understand me. Noah: Well I suppose this question is on a crash course to failure then, but what is the meaning of life? Remus: Well, to quote Webster, 'The course of existence of an individual; the actions and events that occur in living'. Noah: Right. Yeah. Totally Remus. Quote some no doubt long dead dude. I don’t think that counts. But anyway, Bertie Botts or Chocolate Frogs? Remus: Bertie Botts. I'll take the chance of eating mucus over food that squirms as I chew. Noah: But I thought you were a chocolate junkie! Surely that sweet chocolately goodness could overcome a bit of squirming and the sensation of eating a living thing? No? Oh well, speaking of killing living things, could you kill a Death Eater? Remus: ... I'm not sure. I hope I never have to find out. Noah: What is the coolest spell you know? Remus: Two years ago I learned how to cast a patronus. It isn't all too useful, but it's very fancy and flashy. Noah: Very swish Mr. Lupin. Name your favourite drinking establishment, why is it so? Remus: The Three Broomsticks, for sentimental reasons. Noah: Ah, the old sentimental reasons eh? So, the last person you would want to get caught jerking off by is…? Remus: *blushblush* Wha-? Well ... I don- that is to say ... my mum. Noah: If you could only save either Sirius OR James from mortal danger, who do you save? Remus: Si- *pause* ... James. *pause, then in a much less serious manner* Can't afford to lose my landlord, after all. Although that would leave Lily a poor, lonely widow. Noah: Life is like…? Remus: An awful Kafka novel gone wrong. Noah: A what now? Sheesh Remus, are you sure we are the same age? Moving on, die quietly or in a blaze of glory? Remus: Quietly. I'm not suited for blazes of anything, but especially not glory. Noah: Aww, I’m sure there is a blaze of something in you, just waiting to escape, but we are onto the last question. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life what would it be? Remus: Honeyduke's fudge.

[Sticky Fingers]

CotM Interview: June 2009 Noah van Hagens Interviewed By: Iggy Lathrop Iggy: Give me one minute. *writes* I've already started filling this out, sorry. Noah: Please tell me you are not prioritising a corpse over my fifteen minutes of infamy? Iggy: What? No! This is about you. Ironically, it does kind of read the same way. Name, birthdate, weight, height... really all I'm missing is sex, address, and cause of death. Noah: ... Iggy, even I don't know how much weigh, I don't see why you would need to. Iggy: You don't know how much you weigh? It can't be that much. Er, sorry. So. At least I don't have to examine your body now, right? Right. Sorry. Noah: *half glares, half leers* You can examine my body any time you like Igmeister, though apparently you don't think very much of it. Iggy: *rolls eyes* New topic? New topic. Do you like playing match-maker all the time? Noah: Of course, only a selfish twat likes to see his friends languish in lands of unsexed idleness, Of course it doesn't always work, if you had gone with any of my suggestions you would be getting regular head by now Iggykins. Iggy ... Thank you for that. I'm very happy, just so you know. Who was the hardest person to set up? Noah: *waves dismissively* Well you were a nightmare, but you set yourself up. I suppose Remus is being tricky, that guy could be knee deep in girls if he would just wake up and smell the perfume, and well, I'm not exactly set up unless we are counting two night stands as setting up. Iggy: I was afraid I was going to be on that list. Does it ever bum you out, the two night stands? Noah: *dies laughing* Rephrase por favor? Iggy: Do you wish for more? Noah: Yes, but not with any of the creeps I've actually slept with. I don't like casual, but it's like itching, you know? Or well, you wouldn't, have you even had sex with anyone who wasn't Se-Addy? Iggy: I'm supposed to be the ones asking the questions, Noah. Noah: That will be a no you have not, then. Iggy: *scowl* I don't see why it matters. What's your favorite thing about being out of Hogwarts? Noah: Not being the only damn gay in the castle. It's hardly surprising I never managed to match-make myself. Iggy: What was your favorite thing in school, then? Noah: *looks thoughtful* Lots of things, the food, Quidditch commentating, pureblood wanker bashing, the food, Slytherin tormenting, having you around for mad escapades. Really, it was all pretty good. Iggy: hat's a refreshing answer. I don't think my sex life was mentioned once. Anyway. What are you looking forward to in the upcoming years? Noah: Iggy, you didn't have a sex life, how could I enjoy it? And erm, well, I think I might ask Levi on another date, which will be... nice, if he agrees, and erm, well, work and stuff, and oh! I can't wait for Gene Huntley to finally get his appointment official and whatnot. He's this awesome Hit Wizard dude, I mean like, awesome, anyway he's going to get the top job, WWN got tipped by the Ministry on it... but I totally did not tell you that. Iggy: He's not crazy, is he? Not like that other bloke you mentioned, that Muggle guy? Noah: Fuck no, Huntley is just a no nonsense kind of bloke, kind of like Bain, but with you know, actual balls. Iggy: I wouldn't go so far as to doubt Jez Bain's anatomy. But this Levi person, you like him, then? Noah: ... *stares* He's not Levi person, you know him, he was in Gryffindor. Iggy: ...I thought it was a different one, maybe. I don't know ... Does he know you're gay? Noah: I assume so, he does appear to have two working eyes and a full-ish complement of brain cells. Besides, does anyone not know I'm gay? Iggy: Well, I'm just saying. I thought he was straight is all. Er, favorite song? Noah: ... Yeah, so did I, but he asked me out, so, well, whatever, and erm, fuck, that's hard. I seriously have to pick one? Iggy: *proud that he picked a hard question* Yes. Noah: Stop looking so damn smug Iggles and gimme a minute. Iggy: Well? Noah: I dunno! Time by Pink Floyd, but only when I'm stoned, it's not the same when I’m not… I also like Bowie... and Whiter Shade Of Pale… Iggy: Good choice. Hrm. What's your earliest memory? Noah: Fucking hell Igs, what happened to the easy questions? I guess, fuck, probably the time me and my sister broke into my father's study, must have been about three or four, and accidentally mucked up months and months worth of writing. That lead to one hell of a lonely summer stuck in my room, which I remember only because it was so fucking warm and sunny outside and there was me stuck inside with a set of paints I had no interest in. In fact I think I may have painted my walls in protest as a result. Iggy: ...I am so glad I did not know you as a child. What's your favorite color? How's that for an easy question? Noah: Yellow. Iggy: Why? Noah: Because I'm just that darn house-proud. Nah, I liked it before Hogwarts, guess it just appeals to my sunny disposition. Iggy: Your paper-eating, wall-defacing, sunny disposition. Noah: I don't eat paper! Iggy: I don't know, I've seen you do some strange stuff. Remember when you locked yourself in the bathroom? Noah: ... I was on acid Iggy, nothing counts when you see the suits of armour dancing with each other. Iggy: Just saying. Most hallucinations take root in distorting reality, though, so I think they should at least count for a fraction. But, erm, yeah. So, I guess then... barring paper, least favorite food? Noah: Erm, haggis is pretty shit, my Granddad used to attempt to make me like it when I was younger, until I told him I would rather eat a dog turd instead. That was before I found out what the fuck they put in it, which is so vile I don't think it can count as food. Peas are also lame. I mean what is the point of them? You can't eat them with a fork, they taste of nothing, far better to have proper veg instead. Iggy: ... I like peas. Noah: *rolls eyes* You would.

[Peregrine]

CotM Interview: October 2009 Thomas Taylor Interviewed By: Jungwen Levenworth Jungwen: *Rubs hands together* Why, hello Thomas. *Grins widely* It's time to confess: full name, age, weight and dietary habits, please. Thomas: *Grumbles* Why did I agree to this? *Clears his throat* Alright, Thomas... R. Taylor. 25 years old. Weight, none of your damn business. Dietary habits, I treat my body like an amusement park. Jungwen: *Eyes him* You don't look particularly chunky, though. Popular opinion has it that you have a substantially agreeable arse. How do you respond? Thomas: I don't tend to stare at my own arse, so I'll have to believe that. Who said that? *Demands* Jungwen: *Shifty look* No idea. So! Important questions? Why did you become an Auror? Thomas: *Stares hard at her, then shrugs* I like to catch bad guys, play the hero, then disappear without much mention about me. Jungwen: *Raises an eyebrow* Why do you want there to be little mention of you? Thomas: Because a real hero doesn't want credit for what he does. *Looks irritated* Jungwen: People should be remembered though. *Glares* What's the R.? Thomas: Just an R. *Grins roguishly* Jungwen: There is no such thing. *Mutinous* Come oooooon Thomas, you agreed to do this. Thomas: I agreed to this, yes. But sorry, love, this is one question I'm not answering. So just move on. Jungwen: Isn't the point pretty much to spill the beans on all? What is it, Ridley? Richard? Romulus? Reverend? I'm going to make something up if you don't tell me. Thomas: Fine. Make something up. *Grins* Jungwen: *Scowls* Fine. Did you always want to be an Auror? Thomas: Nah. Before I wanted to be a world famous Quidditch Player. Jungwen: What position? Thomas: Beater. *Smirks* But, in the end I decided Auror. I still beat on people, so not much difference. Jungwen: Why did you change your mind, though? Thomas: Hmm like I said. I like the idea of catching bad guys, being a hero, then disappearing without much mention. Especially with the war going on and all. Jungwen: Alright - favourite Quidditch team? Thomas: Westgate Winged Horses. *Yawns* Jungwen: *Wrinkles nose* You're joking, right? Favourite colour, food and possession and why - for the last one, that is? Thomas: What's wrong with that team? *Demands* Ah... color.... probably red. Food? Hmm... junk food. Possession? My leather jacket. As for why... I was given to me by someone special to me. I don't want to dishonor her gift by messing it up. Jungwen: Romantic at heart, are you? *Teases gently* And everything's wrong with that team. Their seeker looks like a duck, for one. Thomas: No. I'm not *Shuts down* Next question? Jungwen: Absolutely. What the hell crawled up your arse and died, Taylor? Thomas: *Shrugs* Nothing. Jungwen: Idiot. *Snorts, and moves on, muttering about brick walls and multifaceted stubbornness* Word on the street is you've conned some poor girl into the sack - comments? Thomas: ...who said that!? Jungwen: *Solemn, straight-faced innocent look* I think you did, actually, a while back. Thomas: I highly doubt that... *Doesn't remember telling anyone anything of the sort* Jungwen: *Shifty look* Answer the question. Thomas: In a minute. Is the girls name revealed? *Alarmed* Jungwen: ...sleeping with a Death Eater, are you? No, you paranoid monkey, it's not revealed. Thomas: *Blows out a breath of relief* Thank god... anyway. Yeah got drunk one night, had sex. No big deal. *shrugs* Jungwen: Just big enough a deal to inspire paranoia, eh? Thomas: Well. She IS a friend of mine. I don't want her to be ragged on, or looked down on for it. *Rubs the back of his head* Jungwen: So do you like her? *Noses* Thomas: *Opens his mouth to say no, then closes it; reminds himself that he agreed to tell the truth* Yeah. I do. Jungwen: *Grins* Do you reeeeally like her? Thomas: Yes... okay? I love her. Geesh *Annoyed* Jungwen: *Grins even more* How cute. Have you told her? Thomas: I wouldn't tell her that. She doesn't love me, plain and simple. *Shrugs, still irritated* Jungwen: *Frowns* Loving someone who doesn't love you back appears... counter-productive. Why do you love her? Thomas: She's... passionate, fiery, beautiful. *Smiles* She doesn't take any shit from anyone, and she is loyal to those she is close to. What's not to love about her? Then again, she's also stubborn, childish, and irritating to the point that I want to kill her sometimes. So maybe I'm a masochist. Thomas: She hates me half the time. Actually more than half. Jungwen: *Seriously* Do you think that may be because more than half the time you're a bit of a tosspot? *Ahem* Don't answer that. Final question! If your life wasn't about heading towards death, what's the one place in the world you'd live to visit and why? Thomas: *Considers* I'd like to visit Italy sometime... It sounds beautiful Jungwen: Okay, there you have it. Thomas Rambo Taylor, wall of brick, wants to die in a blaze of idiotic glory and disappear. See you later, big sod. *Grins and skips off*