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nessa abigael byrne
HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
133 posts
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Jan 11, 2020 18:00:22 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jan 11, 2020 18:00:22 GMT -7
▲ June 7th, 2025 One week of the summer was said and done with. Nessa hated it already. All of the extra people – students – that she had wanted to avoid for the entirety of the break while suffering in her own misery at the orphanage, had been forced to stay there with her until school started back up again in September. Granted, she knew of this already before returning, but it was even worse in person than she had ever imagined it to be. The fact that the orphanage decided to adopt similar meal times to Hogwarts and events to keep everyone there occupied and in order was complete nonsense. The intruders also had the chance to leave for the day if they wanted to, as long as they had permission from mommy and daddy and were old enough to handle everything on their own. These were like, the goody two-shoes of Ilvermorny for some reason. Just happy that they had somewhere to bunk for the summer or until the disease plaguing England decided to off itself. Whatever came first. The worst part though? She had to share her room. Now that had happened on occasion over the years, but as she got older and less families wanted to adopt a sixteen year old, the prospective roommates she could have there grew less and less. That was where the caretakers were sort of good with the older kids that were stuck there. That was also literally the only autonomy she had. Now there was a second bed shoved up against her wall, and she had to share her dresser with the girl. Never before had Nessa realized how little she owned. Her new roommate practically took over the whole thing – three and a half of the four drawers. What sort of injustice was this? Her room used to be her sanctuary away from the little kids there, and now it was just somewhere to sleep. All of her time now was spent sitting out on the front steps or somewhere on the vast grounds, avoiding all human contact aside from Nate. Today was slightly different though. Perched on the large stone railing on the front steps of the main building, Nessa had been watching Ilvermorny kids come and go all day. The front gate opening and closing wasn’t necessarily interesting, but it was better than nothing. Occasionally someone new came through. The almost white-blonde haired girl that popped through was definitely not one of the jailbirds coming home. It was Jimmie Blishwick. Queen prick and everything Nessa wasn’t. “Daddy tell you to come over here and pick out whichever one you liked the most?” Nessa called down to her. She could have a little fun with the Gryffindor before finding out what she really wanted. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Jan 11, 2020 20:20:29 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jan 11, 2020 20:20:29 GMT -7
THE PUPILLUS DOMUM ORPHANAGE WAS A perfectly respectable home, and yet the entire establishment made Jimmie feel terribly uncomfortable. From her polished brogues to her lint-free duffel coat, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Not to say the staff and wandering orphans were badly dressed, but there was a plainness to the land that made Jimmie shift in her coat, the package clutched at her chest like a set of delicate pearls.
And not to mention, the entire place was heaving with activity. Jimmie had read every article available about the outbreak, and yet it never seemed like enough. The understanding was vague, cure unknown. Jimmie had seen people with masks on Diagon Alley. She dodged a shoulder as a group of three kids hustled past her, drawing in a breath and keeping it tight in her chest. This looked like an infection waiting to happen. Jimmie kept her gloves on as she moved to the main entrance, cursing her father the entire time.
The Blishwick's were charitable individuals. They held benefits, donated when necessary and put on a face for the papers, but Jimmie thought this was perhaps her father's most bizarre venture. A paid internship at the Blishwick building, with exclusive boarding included - which in short meant they were going to take the spare room in their penthouse. She knew her father hated unhappiness like it was a disease itself, but letting somebody stay in their home? God, it was a frightening thought. But, he wouldn't be unconvinced, he'd heard about overcrowding at the orphanage due to the quarantine and there she was, showing face. It was like he wanted her to get sick.
Foot on the first step, Jimmie had meant to side-step the body on the steps like a dead rat on the road, but it spoke. Her head whipped to meet it, her chin dipping to catch their eye. It was a face Jimmie knew, but couldn't recall the name of. "What?" She asked dumbly, the flyers slipping on her leather gloved hands. "And- and what exactly is that supposed to mean?" She took a step back, quite prim about it, like she was facing a gargoyle at the gates, her eyes narrowed. She was looking for any reason not to go inside.
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nessa abigael byrne
HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 24, 2024 5:03:05 GMT -7
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Jan 11, 2020 20:47:16 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jan 11, 2020 20:47:16 GMT -7
▲ Nessa couldn’t help but think that her interaction with the Blishwick girl was going to be like a cat pawing around prey it found outside and dragged into the house. Because that was exactly how the Slytherin was going to treat this. Blishwick had entered her home for some unknown, unannounced reason. As much as Nessa hated admitting that Pupillus Dorum was her home, it sort of was, despite not feeling like it. She didn’t like when people appeared out of nowhere and wanted something. Her already sour feelings towards the influx of Ilvermorny tenants meant she was only going to be even more horrible in this encounter. And she really didn’t care, because Jimmie Blishwick probably deserved it for something she had done at some time or another. “It means exactly what I said. We’re like the local pound. Lost and unwanted, and people much like yourself come by every so often and shop for whichever one they like the most,” Nessa explained plainly, though she didn’t think such a simple comparison would have gone over the other girl’s head like that. Maybe she was rich and stupid? That checked off two boxes for the average Gryffindor. “So that’s why I asked if you were sent over to pick out the perfect one.”Sliding off of the railing, Nessa skipped down the rest of the stairs and got uncomfortably close to the girl, even pushing her own personal space bubble a bit further than she normally liked to. Her eyes snapped down to the thing under the Blishwick girl’s arms. “Or maybe you already have and you’re just bringing the paperwork by? Who won the lottery today? Scott Goodwin? Lulu Lowry? They’ve had lots of potentials lately, but I’ll let you on a little secret,” Nessa leaned in closer and whispered, “Lulu wakes up screaming from night terrors every night still if she doesn’t have her medication, and Scott, well, he never stops talking. Ever. Quite the annoying little thing.” But they were both prime targets for families looking to adopt because they were still young. Neither had been there as long as Nessa had, and they would never get close to her record either. They were wanted, probably by Jimbo Blishwick, the great love doctor himself. Nessa had seen the advertisements in the paper before. He had an interesting sounding job, and that was all she could comment on it. “Anyways,” Nessa added after a few seconds, taking a few steps back so she could get her space back, “what can I do for you? I can take that paperwork to the adoption office if you’d like to skedaddle back to your mansion, or whatever.” She held her arms out to take it, just in case Blishwick really did want to leave. Delivering it would probably get her a few brownie points with the big man in charge. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 23, 2024 14:57:02 GMT -7
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Jan 11, 2020 21:11:36 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jan 11, 2020 21:11:36 GMT -7
THE VICIOUS WAY THAT THE GIRL LOOKED AT Jimmie put her immediately on guard. She knew this interaction was going to be painful, but she was no coward either. Though, the minute she opened her mouth, Jimmie wished that she were. That energy filling her with something foul, she wrinkled her nose, as if something smelled awful. There appeared to be no stopping her once she started, so Jimmie wedged the flyers under her arm and crossed both, head tilting as if she were watching a performance.
Jimmie did not flinch when she stood, as if to punctuate her speech, skipping down the steps and coming uncomfortably close. They were about the same height, which meant they could look in to each others eyes quite uncomfortably. Jimmie resisted the urge to step back and regarded this as she might a difficult article, squaring her jaw and being as stubborn as possible.
"Before you go on, let me start by saying that is a terrible generalisation." Jimmie began, quite self-righteously. "I feel quite sorry for you if that's how you regard your own home." She pressed a slight sympathetic smile, but her eyes were sharp. She knew when she was being needled. "I'd be willing to do an anonymous exposé if you are being mistreated." Something told Jimmie they were not, but it was an interesting thought. "Are night terrors common?" This she said quite coldly, her gaze flickering across Nessa's face, the message loud and clear. Crossing her arms tighter, Jimmie laughed delicately, just a slight exhale through her nose.
"You know, if I didn't know any better," Her smile grew a little as she caught her eye, shaking out that icy blonde hair. "I'd think you were trying to get me to adopt you." And then she leaned back as if to say, 'well are you?'.
The flyers Jimmie pulled out from under her arm, pulling one from the top and offering it to her it. This was a topic she could share her scorn with. "It's more marketed towards the poor transfer students confined to the country by the quarantine," Jimmie explained with a stiff smile, she'd truly pull all of her hair out if she had to share even a hallway with the unpalatable little firework. "Nothing you'd be terribly interested in." The mad font her father preferred was splattered with colour and Jimmie thought again how she really ought to have her father rethink his designs.
"I'll deliver the rest myself," She held them quite possessively to her chest. "You might lost." She smiled politely and stepped around her expectantly. It was at this point that Jimmie realised that perhaps she could benefit from this interaction after all. "Actually..." The thought was like a worm in her ear. "I've changed my mind." She thrust the flyers out to her, blinking innocently. "Do what you like with them." It was a terribly selfish decision, but meeting the girl had really solidified Jimmie's disapproval of it. It simply couldn't happen.
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nessa abigael byrne
HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 24, 2024 5:03:05 GMT -7
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Jan 11, 2020 23:22:38 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jan 11, 2020 23:22:38 GMT -7
▲ A terrible generalization? What the fuck was this girl on about? Last Nessa checked, she was the one that lived at Pupillus Dorum and had witnessed how things operated first hand. While she had never been to an animal shelter, she certainly knew what went on at them. If anything, most of these adults window shopping children would probably do better with a gerbil. Everyone at the orphanage had a lot of baggage they were carrying, and they were better off faring on their own in the world. She certainly didn’t need a pity adoption. “Would you really? They did say they were going to stop whipping us with belts this summer because we can’t have all those bruises with the Americans around. Personally, I think some of them will find a way around that. But it hasn’t happened yet.” Nessa did her best to lace everything she said with the heaviest amount of sarcasm she could muster, so that the Blishwick girl didn’t actually run off and report child abuse to the police. Despite the strict rules, the caretakers were decent people. That sort of pissed her off more than anything, especially when they tried to play the role of the surrogate parent. They weren’t good at that part. “Depends on the trauma I suppose,” she shrugged. “Some have it when they show up, some get it once they’re here.” Once again, trying to heavily imply that there was something else at hand causing that. And then Blishwick had the audacity to say she thought Nessa wanted to be adopted. The scoff that escaped her was on a level she didn’t even know was possible for her. “Me? Join the Blishwick family? No thanks. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to be free from this hellhole, but you don’t strike me as the type that likes to share Daddy’s attention,” Nessa pointed out before adding, “Or his money.”Trying to chop the girl down was proving harder than she thought. Jimmie Blishwick was too damn goal-oriented, and her primary focus seemed to be the paperwork in her hands. One of the fliers was handed to Nessa, and she briefly scanned it as the Gryffindor girl explained what it was. A live-in paid internship with Jimbo Blishwick. Now that sounded interesting. “You’re right. It’s clearly made to help those poor transfer students who will invariably succeed in life with whatever they do, and not to the poor, useless orphans like myself. I understand,” Nessa responded with a swift attempt at guilt tripping the girl. It was really easy to do that when everything she said was absolutely true. Jimmie stepped around her, seemingly understanding that Nessa would have disposed of the paperwork since it wasn’t anything important for the orphanage or any of its tenants. At least the lion had the brains for that. But then she stopped and turned heel on everything she had just said. Now the Blishwick was playing the big game! Nessa reached out and took another flier to add to the one she already had, looking back and forth between the stack and Jimmie’s face, trying to decide whether or not she really wanted to help the girl. “Wow, you really don’t want anyone else in your home do you? Can’t say I disagree with you on that, but I was starting to like the idea of losing a few of these kids so I could get my own space back.”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 23, 2024 14:57:02 GMT -7
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Jan 19, 2020 15:58:42 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jan 19, 2020 15:58:42 GMT -7
JIMMIE ALMOST BELIEVED HER FOR A MOMENT and her pale face slackened with horror before tightening all at once. Her tone was mocking, but Jimmie frankly couldn't believe the lengths she was willing to go to make her uncomfortable. "What an awful thing to joke about," She sniffed, crossing the flyers in to her chest tighter, her opinion of the girl cinched in one. She was simply awful. "You're mocking a really very serious problem with institutions very like your own." Jimmie knew she was being preachy, but she couldn't help it.
"Vanessa, it's Vanessa isn't it?" Jimmie began with a slight tilt to her head. She wasn't entirely sure if she'd remembered the girl's name correctly. In fact, Jimmie hoped she hadn't. She was usually very good at remembering other student's names, mainly based on the stories she had learned them through. But, all Jimmie really knew about the girl was that she hung around that awful boy Sari was hopelessly in love with. "You clearly have some kind of superficial problem with me." She pasted her best shop smile in place. "And by the looks of things, I'm not the reason you're not getting out of this place." Jimmie gave her an appraising look, her point very clear - her attitude was abominable.
"There's a plague in our country, you know that, right?" Jimmie snapped, the girl's selfish opinion as irksome as could be. "Have a little compassion, people are dying." This, of course, was the primary reason Jimmie was there, she needed to be reminded of that. And with it came her disgust for the whole ordeal. In a way her new 'friend' was right, Jimmie didn't want to share her space with somebody she didn't know. Especially a girl like 'Vanessa'.
"No, I don't." Jimmie said, pushing the flyers in to her hand, she decided to be as awfully honest as she could be. "Especially not when someone like you could be sharing a room with me." She flashed a stiff, fake smile. "It's embarrassing that my father thinks something like this isn't incredibly insulting and exploitative." Jimmie felt the weight of the flyers leave her and sighed, thinking about the articles that would surely surface if something like this were to actually ever take place. Not on her watch. "He thinks he's Daddy-bloody-Warbuck's."
And then Jimmie began to back away. "Be sure to get those flyers exactly where they belong." And then she smirked and pointed at the metal bin at the bottom of the stairs. "Bye, Vanessa." She clasped her hands, stopping for a minute before she fled. "Pleasure speaking with you." And then she rolled her eyes and left in a flurry of wealth and sweet, floral perfume, feeling quite impressed with herself.
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nessa abigael byrne
HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 24, 2024 5:03:05 GMT -7
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Feb 25, 2020 23:49:46 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Feb 25, 2020 23:49:46 GMT -7
▲ Nessa didn’t find anything wrong with her joke. Everyone knew the orphanage was beyond squeaky clean and the workers were all vetted and top-notch. It wouldn’t have all the donors to keep it running if it wasn’t the epitome of perfection. Obviously the prisoners (she had grown to like using prison terms around the adults for shock value) had to play their part even if they weren’t all little angels. Herself and Nate were occasionally told to disappear for a few hours or given permission to explore the town whenever the really important people came around. A little extra pocket change to pretend they existed even less was a pretty even deal to her. Nate probably went and used his on booze. “That’s life. Nobody really cares about us at the end of the day. They just pretend like they do.” Jimmie had a point, but Nessa knew that what she countered with was the realistic answer. The Blishwick girl could stand there and jabber away all day in her expensive brogues about the wrong-doings of orphanages and the abuse children in the system received. But all of that was talk and it never changed. People only cared if they weren’t fed three meals a day and given clean clothes and a place to sleep. Pupillus Domum checked off all those boxes in expert fashion. She didn’t respond when Jimmie got her name wrong, not feeling like getting into that whole debate. It was probably on purpose anyways and she wasn’t going to win a fight with someone as pretentious as the Blishwick girl was. Nessa nodded her head in agreement as the girl continued, stating that she clearly had a problem. “Not gonna refute that at all,” she commented quickly under her breath. Because it sort of was her problem that she was still at the orphanage. There had been plenty of opportunities that quickly disappeared once she turned on her brat mode. The same one that was making an appearance currently. Faking a small cough as Jimmie brought up the plague, Nessa stepped closer to the girl as she took over the pile of papers, making sure not to cover her mouth as she did so. In her experience, rich people were afraid of two things: losing their money and dying from poor people diseases. Nessa was currently the number one enemy in Jimmie Blishwick’s eyes if she rolled into Chateau de Blishwick. “No idea who that is, but you clearly don’t have a charitable bone in your body like your father does,” Nessa said rather harshly as the papers were finally in her hands. “And with you too.” She called after the Blishwick girl as she left the property. Nessa was going to take the papers to the trash immediately, without first snagging a couple for herself. A cursory glance at the flier made it sound like this was her escape from Alcatraz. First she needed Nate to look at with her and see what he thought of it. They schemed better together, after all. [THE END] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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