I would want to be a professor at Hogwarts. That's what I want to do now, so it seems only fitting. My dad is a teacher and I've always loved the idea of someone knowing something because I put it there in their heads. I'm hoping to one day have a Ph.D. in Egyptology and I would love nothing more than to be a professor. Molding minds is tough job -- somebody's gotta do it.
Tough question -- my favorite subject is history, but I don't know if I could do what Binns does. Maybe Ancient Runes since its a foreign language for wizards and I've studied both Spanish and French. I'm a virgo, I'm ruled by Mercury -- I'm very language oriented. I've tutored Spanish before and really loved it, so Ancient Runes would be what I would teach at Hogwarts. I think I would prefer to teach Ancient Runes only because my view of History of Magic has been jaded because of Harry's perspective. He finds it completely boring and even slips out of class under Binns' nose, who isn't even paying attention anyway. Plus, Binns is so droning and non-amazing. And if I'm not making it up, doesn't he not even know he's a ghost? I wouldn't want to ruin him or anything by replacing him for being the world's most boring entity. Ancient Runes for me at Hogwarts -- Egyptology in the real world.
As much as I would like to say yes -- probably not. All those dragons and sphinxes and -- no thanks. I'll leave all that up to someone who's is in fitter shape than I am. I would just make a fool of myself. Plus, I would get stage fright, freeze in the middle of a battle with a mermaid and then die because I couldn't reach the surface in time. We don't want another Cedric Diggory -- God rest his poor, gorgeous soul.
I think I would be a big dog, one you find on a farm or something. I'm reminded of the dog my grandparents had when I was little. She was suspicious and quiet when you first met her but when you spent time around her, she was wild and vivacious and so loving. That's how I am -- inwardly suspicious of those I first meet, quiet because I'm not quite sure what to say, reserved because I don't know how to react. But once I get to know someone a little better, I become wild and crazy, firing off jokes and trying to make everyone laugh. I would be that dog.
Ok. To elaborate from my previous answer, I really identify with Sirius, Snape and Remus. I've spent hours talking about them, thinking about them and I have such a grasp on them as characters. Sirius is my favorite of the three and I understand his actions so much. Before Jo had given us more insight on Sirius (I think after OotP, but before HBP) I always thought of Sirius as someone who never had the chance to grow up. He'd been thrown in Azkaban at the tender age of 21 and never got to experience anything in life. Suddenly, he's 36 and is supposed to care for his godson, who was, the last time Sirius laid eyes on him, only 15 months old. Now he's 15 years old and everyone is telling him he needs to be a father to Harry? He was still a teenager in so many ways. It must have been so confusing for him to have to look at Harry and have to tell himself that that was not his best friend, that his best friend was dead, that his old life died with James and that his new life lay with Harry. At least to me, I am finding it so very difficult to leave behind childhood and I'm doing it gradually and at my own slow pace. Sirius was thrust into adulthood and parenthood and he was not ready for it. Yes, Harry needed a godfather, he needed guidance and it was awful that he wanted it from Sirius who could not give it because he was emotionally only 6 years older that Harry. I feel like I'm making a bunch of excuses for him -- but it really wasn't his fault what happened to him. Sure, he was a reckless person, but age and experience would have taught him to control his emotions. Azkaban stole that from him. Azkaban stole everything from him and because of it, he was never able to be what Harry needed most. I felt horrible for him. Here he is, stuck in the house he escaped when he was a teenager only to be thrown back in. He traded one prison for another. He was trapped in his childhood home, he lived in that room he decorated with pictures that were meant to piss hs parents off, pictures of friends who were long gone -- including Remus, who is now an adult, while Sirius is still a child. He was haunted by a life that he left behind 14 years ago and he wanted desperately to return to it. It was strange to visit his room in DH because I had always thought it would look something like it did. There are so many things about him that I thought I had made up only to find out that Jo thought of him that way too -- like the not growing up, his bedroom, why he was a not so good godfather. To be honest, a part of me died when she killed him off. It was so devastating to me to lose him -- which I know sounds really crazy.
Snape -- damn, he's so complicated and I love it. For some unknown reason, after I got done reading GoF, I thought to myself that Snape had loved Lily. It was a theory I think I formed to answer why he hated Harry so much. When OotP came out and in his worst memory, he called her a mudblood, instead of me scrapping the idea that he could have loved her, it only made it stronger. There was no evidence that Snape and Lily were even friendly, let alone romantically involved and yet I was convinced that he had loved her. DH shattered me to the core, the two hardest moments for me were when I thought Harry was dead and when Snape died. I literally had to set my book down, put my head between my knees and convince myself not to throw up. It was only a fraction less of what I felt when Sirius died, but it was still enough to break me in two. To find out that I had been right all along, that he had loved Lily and that he had always been on Dumbledore's side made me feel. . .I'm not sure. It made me feel vindicated. For years, I had been arguing for Severus Snape's loyalty and innocence and for years only one person agreed (my best friend who also counts Snape as her favorite character.) He, like Sirius, never grew up. He was only 31 when we first met him. He was so young and what torture must it have been to have to look at Harry and see his childhood tormentor and the woman he loved and subsequently killed. I feel so bad for him and I love him so very, very much.
Remus -- what is there to say about that man? A LOT. I see Remus as such a tragic figure. He desperately wants for others' approval so badly that he will go to any lengths to get it. I'm not a fan of Tonks at all and honestly, it sickens me that he married her and had a baby. I feel like the only reason he did it was because she liked him and so because of that he liked her. He was never excited about his relationship with her -- he even wanted to leave her to go on an adventure with Harry. But at the end of it all, I think what's really happening is that Remus isn't living up to what I expect of him. I see him so tragically -- a little boy mauled by a monster becomes the monster. Sometimes I think half the reason I like him is because it's so easy for him to cut himself off from everything, which underneath all my problems is what I really want to do. Remus is a monster and sometimes, that's all I think I am. He's a werewolf, he's poor, all his friends gone -- dead or in Azkaban. He's dangerous because of what someone else infected him with and I feel like that's me at the worst times in my life. Remus is tragic because he lets others decide for him. He was the nicest of the marauders -- but did he ever think to stand up to Sirius or James while they attacked Snape? What did he think of the prank and how angry was he with Sirius for using him like that? He let it go on because he didn't want to lose his only friends in the world and for so long, I was the exact same way. He compromises his dignity, his honor, his values all for the sake of acceptance and that's what I used to do. When I dropped the most domineering person in my life, I felt so free. We were friends for five long years and every single day, she was conditioning me to be just like her -- afraid of living life, afraid to meet new people, afraid to leave our hometown to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming an Egyptologist. She had me afraid to be brave and when we stopped being friends, I was free to live my own life. I was done with compromising myself just to be someone's friend. When Remus married Tonks, I felt like her was compromising himself all over again and because I had finally discovered what it was like to be a free person, I felt betrayed that, for some reason, he hadn't. Remus will always be trapped by his own insecurities and while I'm trying not to be, he always will. By marrying Tonks, he gave in again. To me, he was marrying her because he just wanted someone to love him. I have to remember though that canonly, he probably did love her and Teddy very, very much. But to me, he'll always be the loner, longing for acceptance, longing to be appreciated, longing so desperately to just be loved because, deep down, that will always be me as well.
In short, Remus is my third favorite character, but the one I identify with the most.
Myself, strong and independent of anyone, living in England and having achieved getting my Ph.D. To know why I dream of being independent of anyone, read about Remus again. To say that all again would only be redundant and a waste of your precious time after I rambled on about those guys for about 12 years. I want to live in England because most Egyptologists live there. And because it's amazing. And it's not Omaha, Nebraska.
I would pay off my car and student loans and with the money left over I would start a college fund for my little sister. I was completely unprepared by how much college cost and my parents have ended up paying for a lot of it. I don't want my sister to have to feel unprepared either. I would probably put some more aside for my mom and dad to pay some bills off and make sure they were comfortable. If there was anything else left after all that, I would buy a couple of Coach purses, a new Mac laptop, an iPod cover (hey, I need one!) a new tv and a tank of gas. Then because I would feel like a complete failure at thinking of my fellow man, I would donate anything left to charity, specifically ones to help Darfur.
Ever since I was about 7 or 8, I have wanted to be an Egyptologist. That was even before I knew you could become such a thing. I would cut out newspaper clippings that had to do with Egypt, I bought books that showed you how to make little play sarcophagi, I used to wrap my arms in bandages and say I was a mummy. I was 8 years old and watching the discovery channel -- my mother was amazed. I never thought you could dedicate your life to studying only Ancient Egypt, so I always thought it would just be a passion of mine. When I was in high school, I discovered that you can dedicate your life to studying only Ancient Egypt. It was in that moment that I decided that was what I was going to do with my life. There has always been some kind of strange, ethereal pull to Egyptian culture for me, always. Maybe I was Nefertiti in a past life (not Cleopatra though, she was horrible and not even Egyptian. . .) Not many people support me in becoming this, including my parents, which makes it hard, but not impossible to actualize my lifelong dream. I know the proudest moment of my life will most definitely be when someone refers to me as "professor." It gives me goosebumps just thinking of it now. I can't wait.
This is probably the hardest question of all. I would make a potion to allow someone to live a day in someone else's shoes -- being another person entirely, having their memories and thoughts -- sort of like a tweaked Polyjuice Potion. After the 24 hours is over, the drinker returns to their normal state remembering what it's like to have lived as someone else. Now this will be hard for me to explain, so forgive me. I have always wondered, in fact almost daily, what would be like to not be me, what it would be like to have a different body, to have a different voice in my head, to have completely different memories -- basically, to be a different person entirely. It's all about my personal quest to find myself honestly, to answer the question that I've put to myself -- was I always meant to be the person I am now or did I just happen to become this person? Was I created to be this way or have I become this person because of my own doing? That's why I would invent that potion if I could. I would ask Snape to help -- even though he'd give me a "you stupid yank, get out of my office," look and then I'd go cry in a corner. I'd call it The One-Two Switcheroo Potion.
Death himself, though not as I imagine Voldemort would. Voldemort fears death in that he sees it as a thing that only happens to those who are weak. Death is something that you cannot escape and I know that. What I fear about death is the unknown. Is there an afterlife? Is there a paradise and will I go there? Is it only just blackness? Is it nothing and it's all just over? It scares me more than anything ever has ever. My boggart would turn into the unknown about dying, it would turn into Death taking me and starting me on a journey that had no end, only darkness. One day, I hope I can be a well organized mind like Dumbledore. Riddikulus turns him into -- and hear me out -- if anyone has seen those Cox Cable commercials with the little Cousin It dude covered in money and everyone says "Oh, that's just my savings." It would turn him into that little dude -- he makes me laugh every single time I see those commercials. If you haven't seen them, seek them out on youtube, they're hilarious.
I like people who are honest with others and themselves. I like people who are funny funny funny. I like people who are different from me because if they weren't, then it would be like being friends with myself -- and that would be no fun. It would take all the spice out of getting to know someone if the acted just like I do. I already know how I act. I love people who are spontaneous because it challenges me to act on my feet. I love people who intellectually stimulate me because honestly -- it gets boring being the smartest person in the conversation, doesn't it? I love a person who can keep me on my toes because I have got one hell of a short attention span.
People who seem to have no logic or common sense at all really get on my nerves. I have no tolerance for close-minded people either -- mainly a lot of
My sense of humor -- I will be arrogant enough to say that I am freaking hilarious. My dead pan sarcasm is almost frightening. It's taken years to perfect, but I think I've got it down to a science now. I'm always trying to make people laugh and I love being the life of the party.
My loyalty to my loved ones -- Nothing is worse than a backstabber. I will always be there for a friend in need and will be there until they give me reason not to. I will defend any one of my friends if the occasion calls, I will support them through the happiest of times and the most trying times, I will love them no matter what.
I am an incredibly tolerant person -- One of my best friends is a lesbian and even before she came out to me, I knew she was gay. It's never affected our relationship at all and why would it? It's a part of who she is and I love her inside and out. The same goes for strangers on the street. Being a cashier, I meet a lot of different people and I love the diversity of humanity.
I put others well being before mine -- I make sure everyone is taken care, then I relax. I make sure everyone has a plate of food before I sit down, I hand over the remote or iPod to whomever I'm with, I even make sure people have their breaks before me at work.
I am very perceptive -- I can always tell when something is wrong with my friends, I can read people almost instantly, so much so that after a few days of knowing someone, I can almost tell them what they're unconscious motives are. I almost teeter on the edge of being clairvoyant. I get feelings that something will happen and then it will happen. I get a feeling of deja vu and realize that I actually dreamt it months before.
I tend to judge books by their covers -- for example, a kid at work always has this glossy look about him, so I figured he was not very smart -- that kid got a 33 on his ACT. How wrong I was. Another way to say I judge by looks would be to say that I am highly suspicious of people I first meet. If I can't read someone within 10 minutes of meeting them, it's really hard for me to trust them on even a basic level of the sense of the word.
I procrastinate A LOT -- Somehow I always manage to leave writing a paper to the night before its due. Always. I even procrastinated while re-writing this application. I could have been done hours ago, but I'm still sitting here typing at 6:30 am. That's how bad I am.
I tend not to pick up after myself -- only in my room though. In a community space, like say, the kitchen, I will always clean up my mess. But my room -- now that's a different story. I just throw stuff around on the floor and its not that I like living this way, because I do not like a messy, unorganized space whatsoever, but I'm just too lazy to do anything about it.
I'm really loud -- people tell me this all the time and it makes me really self-conscious. My sometimes booming voice can get annoying to a lot of people. When I'm not paying attention to myself, I get the loudest and when someone points it out, I feel horrible.
I can be confrontational -- when I'm angry, I want to talk and argue and yell right then and there and it's really off putting to me when someone doesn't want to interact with me when I'm like that. I fly off at the mouth and say things out of anger and its sometimes not until days later when I'm talking about my fight with someone else do I realize that I shouldn't have said [insert insult here].
- Courage: Acknowledging the presence of your fear and yet continuing on. I find perseverance and courage to be synonymous with each other. Courage in no way means being without fear. No one is without fear. I don't think there's anything braver than admitting that you are afraid of something, whatever it may be.
- Loyalty: Supporting someone you love even if you wouldn't make their decision for yourself, standing next to someone's side through the good and the bad, no matter what obstacles you encounter.
- Intelligence: Combining reason, understanding, logic and even intuition. Intelligence is something that is, in my opinion, very hard to come by if you are not born without it.
- Ambition: Wanting something so bad, that no matter what, you get up and do it, the drive that keeps you up all night long so that whatever it is that you want can get done to the best of your abilities, needing something in your life so badly, that without encouragement, support, or praise, you find it in your heart to do it.