Send in the clowns.

Oh, wow...
Hi! I'm Mimi McCormack! Erm, I like a lot of things and love the things I love. Some things I hate I even like a little bit, but not a whole lot. I tend to understand everything because it makes sense in the eye of the beholder, even if it doesn't to me. I hate my ankles. I like my hair. I like girls and boys. I love odd people. I love to believe in things spectacular. I love my daddy. I'm American and crazy. I have an older brother and he doesn't like showers. I have a younger brother and I hug him a lot. I have quirky features that I like to call Mimi-isms.

((I am not Alyson Hannigan or Hannah Murray, nor do I own HP!))

[Having read the rules, I know the smart thing for me to do would be to drop two characters and only have one… I know right now that I would pick Otto to survive, because he’s my baby, but Mimi and Fabian are my darlings… ;;

If I get more time back, do you think it would be possible for me to take them back? If not, I understand, of course. Just, we all know that agony of dropping a character we love a lot.]

Wow, so… 

I’m back.

Well, I’ve been back for a couple of weeks, but that’s okay.

So… how is everyone? 

all the time / open para 

lucindajaynetalkalot:

Her feet threaded over dying leaves in Greenhouse Number Two, the one with the least amount of dangerous plants. The pots in here were mainly filled with flowers, the floors covered with dried leaves and mud. People only came to Greenhouse Number Two to either smoke or shag, and Lucinda wasn’t here to do either of that. Her feet had lead her here since she decided to go for a walk, to make use of her free period. Things were rather quiet around school, most of the students either busy studying, or trying to create as many memories as possible before the seventh years were sent off on their own after graduation.

The thought left a bitter taste on her tongue and she shook her head slightly, resting her back against the wall of the greenhouse, her hands tucked into the sleeves of her jacket. Ever since last weekend she had been feeling rather conflicted and alone, and absurdly, she wished there was someone she could cuddle up with and just have a silent moment without the awkward. “Stop being emotional, stupid.” she muttered under her breath, sliding down the wall to sit down on the floor, her knees pulled close to her chest.

“Hm?” A voice piped up through the greenhouse from the opposite end. Mimi poked her head out from between two high sections of drooping flowers. She was small, so it was easy to see how she could conceal herself. She clutched her large open book to her chest— seemingly much to large for a girl her size— and looked down the aisle of the greenhouse to see a head of dark hair. It was easy to see. Dark hair didn’t match in a greenhouse.

“Oh, hello, Lucinda!” Mimi said brightly with a wide smile, leaning forward from her hidden seat more. “Wow, what are you doing here? How are you?” She couldn’t see the Slytherin very well from this position— only her hair and part of her face, but Mimi never forgot a face and had a great skill of remembering people.

Well, I’m back! 

insensitiveflorence:

mimi-mccormack:

I know I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, but… I needed to. I think. So.

But I’m better! I think. At least, I’m trying. Yeah?

Mimi! I’ve missed you.

Florence! Oh, wow, lovely!

I bet the dorm was so quiet, wasn’t it?

. 

Well, I’m back! 

I know I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving, but… I needed to. I think. So.

But I’m better! I think. At least, I’m trying. Yeah?