Post by ROY BRUCE ROBINS on Aug 22, 2014 2:46:46 GMT -6
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I'm not too sure where to start. I'm a really interesting person and I have a lot of things to say about myself(!) No, okay. I hate this. What do you want me to say? What is this anyway? An interview? A chance for you to stick your nose where it really doesn't belong? I guess you can clearly see why I was placed in Slytherin. But, it took that damn hat a long time to decide. It was probably making my head sweat for around five minutes until it yelled "Slytherin!". It was embarrassing! Having to make awkward eye contact with all the other students who were waiting for the verdict like vultures. The five minutes seemed like an hour to my eleven year old self.
At this point in my life, no other house seems fitting. A half blood in Slytherin wasn't the most popular so... they didn't know. Robins isn't a widely recognised name in the Wizarding World which made it easy to lie about my background. To them, I was as pureblood as they came.
I kept to myself most of the time. People infuriate (note: I use the present tense for a reason) me so, I didn't really mesh with the other students unless I had to for a project or something. My best subject was probably Charms. I was able to enunciate a spell after the first time of hearing it. My worst subject? I'd like to say none but, Care of Magical Creatures was my fall from grace (one of many). You don't really think I'm going to touch those creatures, do you? I ended up skipping most of those lessons. Don't look at me like that! I still managed to salvage an "Acceptable". My Hogwarts life passed by as uneventfully as you could possibly imagine. Well, to me anyway. To my teachers... not so much.
Getting into trouble was my favourite hobby. By a certain point, teachers just gave up on me. Sure, they could tell me a million times to not feed my Potions homework to the First Years but, it didn't mean I was going to listen. Also, I did well in most of my subjects so they literally couldn't complain about my studies. Yeah, I was a stubborn brat. Still am... just in different ways. Old habits die hard, I suppose. When it came to my fellow classmates well... I wasn't the most popular. Let's just say I tended to repel people with my "better than you" attitude. Even other Slytherins would slink into the shadows when I walked by. It felt great. I felt like some sort of powerful usurper.
Wait... you still want me to go on? After all the things you just heard me say about myself? Okay. Well... suit yourself. I can tell you now it doesn't get better. You still good? Okay then.
Game plan. I needed a game plan for when I left the sheltered halls of Hogwarts. A job in the Ministry seemed the most promising. I had the grades for it and it was easy to know what to expect. However, working there also meant co-operating with others and you and I both know what won't be happening. A lone wolf, I am. What? Oh don't give me that "wolves travel in packs" lesson. Don't. Some people are better off alone. Some people being me. Whilst I am some people, I am also not all people. If that makes sense. I'm not anything extra ordinary and I'm not underwhelming either. What I am trying to say is that... I exist. That's what I do. Exist. Go about each day. Survive. Try to make some form of a living for myself. I still have that "better than you" attitude. Because, I kind of am. Like I said, old habits die hard.
Oh sorry. I forgot to mention. I'm an artist now. Probably the most muggle thing you can think of, right? It's fun, though. People smile and gasp and coo whenever they see my work and it boosts my ego and that's all I need. Don't you dare tell my parents but uh... I even tried drawing a few of those comic book things. They turned out okay. Just please don't tell my parents. I won't hear the end of it and it will be non-stop Batman jokes. You know who Batman is right or do I have to expl- Oh right. You wouldn't have understood my joke at the beginning of this thing if you hadn't- okay I'll stop. I guess that's it. There's no massive finale to this. It is what it is. The end. It's always abrupt and leaved you unfulfilled and never the romanticised version you hope for. Sorry to break it to you. Anyway.
I, Roy Bruce Robins (that will never ever sound cool), may not be anything special but I'm still something and I will cling onto that thought for as long as I am able.[/PTab={background-color:#444; font-size:9px;padding:5px;color:#fff;tab-hover-background-color:#000;tab-selected-background-color:#000;}][/PTabbedContent={width:400px;color:#fff; font-size:9px;animation:fade;tab-hover-background-color:#000;tab-selected-background-color:#000;tab-background-color:#000;}]
ROY B. ROBINS
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[PTabbedContent][PTab=I]TWENTY SIX
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HALF BLOOD
SLYTHERIN
ARTIST
JESSE EISENBERG
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I know what you're thinking. Roy Bruce Robins? Yeah, I hate it too. You see my parents kind of became obsessed with muggle comic books and with the surname Robins, the middle name was inevitable. Don't even dare make a joke about the name because, I promise you, the joke has probably been said a hundred times already. Enough about my pretentious name and more about my pretentious self.I'm not too sure where to start. I'm a really interesting person and I have a lot of things to say about myself(!) No, okay. I hate this. What do you want me to say? What is this anyway? An interview? A chance for you to stick your nose where it really doesn't belong? I guess you can clearly see why I was placed in Slytherin. But, it took that damn hat a long time to decide. It was probably making my head sweat for around five minutes until it yelled "Slytherin!". It was embarrassing! Having to make awkward eye contact with all the other students who were waiting for the verdict like vultures. The five minutes seemed like an hour to my eleven year old self.
At this point in my life, no other house seems fitting. A half blood in Slytherin wasn't the most popular so... they didn't know. Robins isn't a widely recognised name in the Wizarding World which made it easy to lie about my background. To them, I was as pureblood as they came.
I kept to myself most of the time. People infuriate (note: I use the present tense for a reason) me so, I didn't really mesh with the other students unless I had to for a project or something. My best subject was probably Charms. I was able to enunciate a spell after the first time of hearing it. My worst subject? I'd like to say none but, Care of Magical Creatures was my fall from grace (one of many). You don't really think I'm going to touch those creatures, do you? I ended up skipping most of those lessons. Don't look at me like that! I still managed to salvage an "Acceptable". My Hogwarts life passed by as uneventfully as you could possibly imagine. Well, to me anyway. To my teachers... not so much.
Getting into trouble was my favourite hobby. By a certain point, teachers just gave up on me. Sure, they could tell me a million times to not feed my Potions homework to the First Years but, it didn't mean I was going to listen. Also, I did well in most of my subjects so they literally couldn't complain about my studies. Yeah, I was a stubborn brat. Still am... just in different ways. Old habits die hard, I suppose. When it came to my fellow classmates well... I wasn't the most popular. Let's just say I tended to repel people with my "better than you" attitude. Even other Slytherins would slink into the shadows when I walked by. It felt great. I felt like some sort of powerful usurper.
Wait... you still want me to go on? After all the things you just heard me say about myself? Okay. Well... suit yourself. I can tell you now it doesn't get better. You still good? Okay then.
Game plan. I needed a game plan for when I left the sheltered halls of Hogwarts. A job in the Ministry seemed the most promising. I had the grades for it and it was easy to know what to expect. However, working there also meant co-operating with others and you and I both know what won't be happening. A lone wolf, I am. What? Oh don't give me that "wolves travel in packs" lesson. Don't. Some people are better off alone. Some people being me. Whilst I am some people, I am also not all people. If that makes sense. I'm not anything extra ordinary and I'm not underwhelming either. What I am trying to say is that... I exist. That's what I do. Exist. Go about each day. Survive. Try to make some form of a living for myself. I still have that "better than you" attitude. Because, I kind of am. Like I said, old habits die hard.
Oh sorry. I forgot to mention. I'm an artist now. Probably the most muggle thing you can think of, right? It's fun, though. People smile and gasp and coo whenever they see my work and it boosts my ego and that's all I need. Don't you dare tell my parents but uh... I even tried drawing a few of those comic book things. They turned out okay. Just please don't tell my parents. I won't hear the end of it and it will be non-stop Batman jokes. You know who Batman is right or do I have to expl- Oh right. You wouldn't have understood my joke at the beginning of this thing if you hadn't- okay I'll stop. I guess that's it. There's no massive finale to this. It is what it is. The end. It's always abrupt and leaved you unfulfilled and never the romanticised version you hope for. Sorry to break it to you. Anyway.
I, Roy Bruce Robins (that will never ever sound cool), may not be anything special but I'm still something and I will cling onto that thought for as long as I am able.
