A N-Ok.. I've never tried to write like this, I guess it's sort of stream of conciousness writing.. Hopefully you will be able to tell who it is.. I've noticed not many people are interested in this character, but I think there's more to him than JK has let on yet... R/R! Flame's are welcome, but constructive criticism would be better.
Perfect
by Justin Weasley
Perfection. Every word that comes out of my mouth, every move I make. All of it must be perfect. Sometimes the strain gets to me, but, I have learned to block it out. Most of the time. This is not one of those times. I have to succeed. I have to get ahead. I have to do everything those around me have not been able to do. I have to take care of them.
Things would be so much easier if those two weren't so busy making asses of themselves. Things would be easier if they would help. It's not that I don't understand having a dream, but the time hasn't come for dreams. The time hasn't come when any of us can afford dreams.
If only it were as easy for me as it is for him. My brother's friend. His best friend. Why is his life so easy? So he lived. So what. He was a baby, it's not like he fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in a head to head wizards duel. It was a fluke. An accident. But I don't hold it against him. He's just one more person I need to watch out for.
If only they would understand. If only they would look past the necessity of my behaviour. If only I could joke with them, laugh with them. If only they would accept that this is who I need to be. Do they think I enjoy it? That I want to spend my days working for a man who doesn't even know my name? That I truly care about the mundane office work I bring home every day?
She understood. She cared. She knew the real me. That is, until I started my job. Then she stopped understanding. She said, 'All you ever do is work!' Why couldn't she realize? How could she not see that I am tired of living like this? The laughing stock of the wizarding world. My whole family a laughing stock.
Father tries, but he is deaf to their taunts.
Someday they will understand. Minister of Magic. Who would make fun of me then? Who would see my red hair, my freckles, and immediately think of my family? Noone. Then I could help my family. New books for my sister, not hand-me-downs. I could finally laugh at my brothers' jokes. I could finally laugh.
All I have to do is be perfect. Then no one will laugh at me.
Perfect
by Justin Weasley
Perfection. Every word that comes out of my mouth, every move I make. All of it must be perfect. Sometimes the strain gets to me, but, I have learned to block it out. Most of the time. This is not one of those times. I have to succeed. I have to get ahead. I have to do everything those around me have not been able to do. I have to take care of them.
Things would be so much easier if those two weren't so busy making asses of themselves. Things would be easier if they would help. It's not that I don't understand having a dream, but the time hasn't come for dreams. The time hasn't come when any of us can afford dreams.
If only it were as easy for me as it is for him. My brother's friend. His best friend. Why is his life so easy? So he lived. So what. He was a baby, it's not like he fought He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in a head to head wizards duel. It was a fluke. An accident. But I don't hold it against him. He's just one more person I need to watch out for.
If only they would understand. If only they would look past the necessity of my behaviour. If only I could joke with them, laugh with them. If only they would accept that this is who I need to be. Do they think I enjoy it? That I want to spend my days working for a man who doesn't even know my name? That I truly care about the mundane office work I bring home every day?
She understood. She cared. She knew the real me. That is, until I started my job. Then she stopped understanding. She said, 'All you ever do is work!' Why couldn't she realize? How could she not see that I am tired of living like this? The laughing stock of the wizarding world. My whole family a laughing stock.
Father tries, but he is deaf to their taunts.
Someday they will understand. Minister of Magic. Who would make fun of me then? Who would see my red hair, my freckles, and immediately think of my family? Noone. Then I could help my family. New books for my sister, not hand-me-downs. I could finally laugh at my brothers' jokes. I could finally laugh.
All I have to do is be perfect. Then no one will laugh at me.