Post by Livinia Lange on Jul 13, 2009 23:21:42 GMT -5
LADY MADONNA
I, Norma Jasper BLack, am thirty years old. As a pureblood, I support the Order of the Phoenix. I claim that I am a heterosexual female. I am a practicing athetist and the current wand on display - eight inch, oak, combined billywig stinger and dragon heartstring - is mine. If asked, I can present evidence of my human status. I currently do own two german shepherds- Achilles and Aries. My patronus can best be defined as a lioness. I am currently employed by The Ministry as an auror.
PERSONALITY
VOICE, LANGUAGE, ACCENT
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
CLOTHING STYLE
FATHER
MOTHER
SIBLINGS
GRANDPARENTS
AUNTS AND UNCLES
COUSINS
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS
JAIDEN DRAGOS SCABIOR, TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD, OLD MONEY/ENTREPENEUR, BROTHER LIKE
"Okay, I feel terrible about Jaiden. It was all my fault he got put into Azkaban. I knew that Royce kid was trouble when I first saw him, but I didn't say anything. I should have said something. I should have got rid of him, but I didn't. Plus, I could have covered it up. I've done it before -And that's between you and me, buddy- and I would do it for him. Sure he's a cheeky little bastard, but he's like a little brother to me. My kids like him too. I try to pay weekly visits and make sure the house is in order. He's like a little brother to me. I owe him bigtime too. He shouldn't have had to go to Azkaban. He didn't deserve it. I could've prevented it. I will pay him back any chance I get."
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"You say one word about my father in that tone of voice again and no one in this room will be able to protect you," she interjects. Her father is a touchy subject for sure. NJ has a zero tolerance for anyone talking about her father in any way but praising him for the amazing man that he was. Indeed, Sirius Black had not known of his daughter, held hardly any love for her mother, and died before Sabbath's pride had given in to tell him, but that did not matter much to Norma. As she fixes Blicava with an unpenetrable gaze, it is apparent on her face that she is dead serious about her father. There is no sign of her wavering from her gaze, leaving Blicava to look down at the file again.
"Your mother is going to character witness for you, Miss Black?"
"I suppose," NJ grumbles. She does not watch as Sabbath lifts herself out of the audience. Her false public smile comes on automatically as she makes her way down the stairs and to witness chair. Her movements attract attention for sure because she still looks young for her age. Her body has not sagged from what can be seen and her face is still just as lovely as any thirty year old woman. She walks with a sway to her hips that demand attention. Blicava can see much resemblence between mother and daughter as they now face them. Their jawlines are identical. Their cheekbones are high with a rosey glow. Their foreheads are high, showing off thin quirked eyebrows. Below them are the same shape of eyes, one holding crystal caverns of blue and the other dark murky waters. Her nose belongs to her father however as does her hair color. Where he mother's is black laquer, Norma's is a dark brown with hints of copper. There was no doubt to Norma Black's parentage now. Anyone with eyes could see that.
He pulls himself up, not willing to be outdone by Sabbath's straight posture and sanguine smile. It was obvious where NJ recieved her attitude, from a mother that seemed to personify a black widow. A motive lay behind those pleasant blue eyes. It was, surprisingly, the will of a mother protecting her child. Sabbath rarely showed such feelings towards NJ, which was why Blicava found himself regretting calling her. Mother's protecting their young were a hassle.
"Mrs. Lange," he speaks in a kinder tone to vixen. "Could you tell us some about Norma's childhood? Fill the court in on the little girl you once knew."
"It is Miss Rookwood and of course, Mr. Blicava." Sabbath's head bobbles when she speaks. Each word has its own head tilt. Her eyes speak along with them. "I would say Norma was in general a happy little girl. She always had more than she needed. I was very glad to have her. She's the only thing left of my Sirius."
Her words are sugar coated, but NJ still scowls up at her mother. Leave it to Sabbath to lie terribly to the entire court. She is right on some parts, but the fact that she was even acknowledging Sirius is a shock to NJ. She had refused to talk about him throughout NJ's entire childhood, and now she was speaking of him as if she were his widower now? It sickens NJ to hear her mother talk like that.
"-You see, we lived with my mother. I could not bear to leave my own mother in such a large house alone. She enjoyed Norma's company more than anything. I just wanted a baby's laughter to fill those grim halls. She was indeed a most beautiful child. She was always curious and into everything. Her favorite past time I do believe though was playing outside. She did so every chance she got. Of course, I had to be away often because my very respectable business was in its infant stages as well. She begged me not to go sometimes, and it really did break my heart to leave her. But, I had to provide for us. So, to ease the pain of seperation, I enrolled her in a ballet school when she was four. She was the most splendid dancer-"
Those who are looking at NJ can see her scowl reform at the mention of ballet. She is not going to condradict Sabbath on the splendid dancer part. She thought she was herself, but that was because the imperious curse was used more than once to get her to go to that stupid dance academy. Ballet had consumed her childhood when she was not yet old enough to challenge Sabbath's superiority over her life. Her savior grandmother Gremula had not even contradicted the woman. She had been in favor. The word traitor pops into NJ's mind as she listens to Sabbath's babbling.
"-though we did have some trouble when I married Marcus. Norma had no real interest in a father. But, only being five years old she adjusted quite nicely I would say. I believe their common ground was Quidditch. Marcus is the head of Magical Sports and Games and would take her to Quidditch games. It was pleasant to see them bonding so well. -"
NJ gives a deep sigh at the mention of Marcus Lange. Even at the age of five she could tell the marriage wouldn't last. Marcus was routine, Sabbath loved adventure. Marcus was safe, Sabbath adored danger. Marcus had money, Sabbath was a gold digger. It was not hard to deduce the marriage would end badly. Though, NJ had never predicted it would last this long. The birth of her sister, Livinia, was what brought Marcus back, that was obvious even though at the time he didn't know it was not his child. NJ remembers warning him the day of the wedding, but he had not heeded her. Finishing up her grand lie, Sabbath is dismissed.
"Thank-you, Mrs. Lange," Blicava says, returning to his file. He recieves a curt nod and a "Miss Rookwood" as she moves back to her seat. NJ finds herself tenser as Sabbath passes behind her. The familiar, flowery perfume fills her nose, nauseiating her. This is the first time this has ever happened, and NJ has a feeling it will be problematic.
"Now, Miss Black," Blicava turns his attention to the gagging Norma. He rolls his eyes, thinking it is an act and has the judge bang loudly with gavel. NJ, in return, gives a ferocious look and swallows hard. Her head is light, but she manages to straighten herself. The color is draining from her face and Blicava gives a sick smile. He believes he has broken the girl already. "I believe that brings us to school years."
There is a loud echo after a considerably large file is dropped in front of Blicava, making a grand bang as it does. There is a smirk on NJ's lips. It is obvious she is proud of her "accomplishments". Her eyes glaze over a bit with nostalgia. Blicava takes note of this. Typical that a former Gryffindor would be caught up on their "glory years". He had expected this.
"So, first year," he began. This is going to take forever, Norma thinks bitterly, as she props her feet up again. She had not been the one to forget the tradition of trouble making that was her father's legacy. Though, first year was not all that bad. "Professor McGongall, would you please approach."
Norma is not exactly surprised the only living adult figure she really ever cared for was there to speak in her name. Understandbly, McGonogall has a soft spot for the young Miss Black. She sits facing the stand, looking much like the Professor she is. She removes her pointed hat, revealing that the majority of her hair has faded to grey, with only two brown streaks up the sides. She does not appear old or tired though. Blicava inwardly groans. Protective females annoy him greatly.
"Ah, Professor, you remember Miss Black's Hogwarts years, correct?" Blicava starts.
"Are you presuming, Mr. Blicava, that I am losing my memory?" She gave an eyebrow quirk that had him looking back down at his papers. During his own school years McGonogall had been his most hated teacher. He was not exactly enthused to see her now.
"Of course not, Professor," Blicava says simply before trudging forward. He wants to get out of this area as fast as possible. Two Gryffindor women would be hard enough to fight, that was for sure. But, he thinks them inferior and keeps that in mind as he charges forward. "It says here that she was incredibly cheeky to the professors and was accused of stealing books from the library? Do you believe this is where her roots to a life of crime have taken place?"
McGongall's lips turn white, eyes flashing dangerously. "Mr. Blicava, I do not see how a couple of stolen books can lead to murder. If you've noticed, everyone has been a bit cheeky to their professors. It is perfectly irrational to connect that to a murder trial."
"It is proven that petty crimes lead to bigger crimes, Professor," Blicava adds casually. "The books were all about the heroes of the second wizardring war?"
"They were a connection to her father," McGonogall allows. "Until her first year she knew nothing of him. The books were easily replaced and she was put in detention for that."
"Yes, of course," Blicava says with a roll of his eyes.
"Excuse me, Mr. Blicava," NJ interjects. "Are you implying that I later committed criminal acts?"
"Well, by these records
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