Post by penster on Jul 22, 2011 22:19:06 GMT -5
knox oliver finnigan
twenty-one , slytherin , senior , josh farro , canon
tell us about yourself:
[in a room for an interview, sitting, voice rather calm, though his posture obviously shows he's irritated] Why am I here again? Right, cause you want some stupid interview. You know when someone typically says piss up a goal post, they mean bugger off. [pause] That was me hinting again, rather subtly might I add, that you need to go waste your time on some other unfortunate soul. [pause] Leave. [snorts after a pause] Fuck off. [arches an eyebrow] Merlin above, I am not saying please.
Tell me about you and who is related to...such a charming bloke as yourself.
Most people call me Finnigan. Oi, guess what? That means you can call me Finnigan too. But my parents, Jesse and Sandy, she was a Mayweather before becoming a Finnigan, named me Knox Oliver. I ask you what sort of name that is? [shifts in his seat a bit] An annoying one since you're not obviously going to answer my questions. I don't think this is going to work out very well between the two of us to be honest, so maybe you should just...shoo... [groans at the lack of movement from the interviewer] Fine, fine, whatever. Knox Oliver Finnigan. Got my parents, told you who they were. I got siblings too. I'm the oldest of the three of us. There's... Paxton. He's twenty, a junior at the university and in Hufflepuff. He's an alright kid. I mean, I love him and all. I love all my family. Only damn people I actually like. Right, anyways, then there's Melina. She's a little sophomore, nineteen, and got sorted into Gryffindor, little poofer. Between you and me, she and Pax are probably the only two people I'd ever risk my life for, only people worth that sort of trouble. I'm a year older than Pax, meaning I'm twenty-one, just in case your math skills are just as bad as your hearing. [scoffs] I got sorted into Slytherin, and I'm a junior. I'm the basically the black sheep of my family now. Is that enough information for you? Can I go now?
No, we're not done here. We've got some questions for you, Mr. Finnigan.
No mister. That's my father. I'm just Finnigan.
Right. Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, somewhere in between? Is there a place for everything and everyting in its place?
What's it matter to you? I like every other damn student live in a dorm on the grounds. I'm in the Slytherin ones obviously seeing as that's what house I'm in here, and in case you're blind as well as deaf, I'm a bloke. I've got a dick. Would you like to see it? It's right here in my trousers; I keep it tucked away in my knickers. [snickers] Which by the way are folded neatly and stored away in my trunk at the end of my bed. Knickers are to the left of my shirts, most of which are v-necks and rather baggy. I prefer loose shirts over tight things that make my chest, which is perfectly muscular, thank you very much, pop out. I don't need ladies over me constantly, alright. My pants, which as you can are definitely tighter than how I wear my shirts, are on the right side of the trunk. Socks are folded neatly together and placed in a little crevice between my clothes and the trunk, shoved right down there along with a few miscellaneous items such as parchment, quills, and perfectly stopped bottles of ink. My bed is always made; pillows fluffed with their covers completely over them, wrinkle free sheets pulled up over the pillows and a blanket over that. In the colder months, it's a comforter. Everything colour coordinates as well. It has to or it's just tacky. My shoes are lined up under my bed so I can just lean over and grab them. The nightstand's only got the necessary items on; a candle, pocket watch, and a book to read. There aren't accessories hanging up anywhere. No posters or pictures or love letters. That's how it was at home as well. Everything has its place and is in it. I'm not obsessive compulsive. I just like things to be neat and precise. Precision is the key.
Now am I done?
Of course not. We're not letting you off that easily.
[groans and crosses his arms, looking highly unamused as he just stares at a blank wall, pause] Well, get on with it.
Anyways, what is your fondest childhood memory? What is your worst?
Getting personal now, are we? [rolls his eyes] As a kid, I spent most of my time either by myself at this pond near this park close to where we lived or with my siblings. Pax, Melina and I were all pretty good friends when we were little. I didn't enjoy all of the games we played, rough housing and messing out in the mud, because personally I don't like mess and dirt and such, in case you missed that earlier. Alright. Well, just playing around and messing with them, being genuinely happy and carefree was a glorious feeling. I suppose those are some happy memories, just in general. My happiest memory as a kid might've been getting my Hogwarts letter. I don't particularly know. Nothing just sticks out for me. So, I'll go with Hogwarts letter. [pause, continues on after getting an interested look from the interviewer] I was eleven, just like everyone else. An owl came and dropped my letter off. Oh, congratu-fucking-lations, you're a wizard and can attend to Hogwarts. Whoo. [twirls his left pointer finger in the air unenthusiastically] My parents seemed pretty ecstatic about me getting my letter. That's what made it such a great moment. I like seeing them happy and proud of me, you know. They had similar expressions when I first discovered I could do magic. [shakes his head] I am not telling you about that. It was bad. [leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees] I blew up several mailboxes when I was about nine, let's just leave it at that.
Next question.
Worst childhood memory?
Yeah, I don't like the idea of telling you about that one. Let's just go on. [sighs and runs a hand through his hair at the look he's given] Alright, so I may have lied earlier when I said I wasn't obsessive compulsive. Technically, I'm not the obsessive compulsive most people think about. I've got obsessive compulsive personality disorder. I was diagnosed for it as a little kid, and finding out that I was ill or sick or handicapped or whatever probably had to be the worst day of my life so far. You know it's not enjoyable being told you're fucked up in the head. Basically what it mens is that I have to do everything for myself or else I'll panic about people doing it wrong. I've got rules for everything, how everything has to be and be done. It's annoying as fuck, mind you. I spend too much time on everything, taking things apart and putting them back together. I'm a cognitive learner. I like learning, but mind you, I'll bicker and argue and tell you I'm right, because I am. That's what leads me to my second worst childhood memory. Before attending Hogwarts, I went to this Muggle school. You see, I begged my parents to let me go, not because I wanted some social life or cause I wanted to get away from my siblings--because trust me, I'd rather be with my siblings than anyone else in this world--but because I wanted to give school a try. I have a drive to learn, and that's what I did. I got into school and made it through a good portion of primary school, if I do say so myself, until this little pudgy kid with a face filled with pimples and blackheads decided to try and test me. He argued with me and bickered and all this other stuff. Whenever I went to do something he'd try and do it for me and always try to do everything better. It'd be safe to say that I hated him. Anyways after one particular debate he pissed me off enough that I beat his face in. [shrugs, snickering to himself] I got expelled. [starts picking out some dirt from under his nails, then looks up with eyebrows raise] Being here, you know, is really wasting my time.
Do you currently have a lover? What is their na--?
No, shut up. [shrugs a bit, arms crossed tightly] This whole [waves a hand around carelessly] thing is pointless. Nobody cares enough to read whatever it is you're scribbling down, just like nobody cares enough to date me. I do one nights stands, flings and such. Fuck buddies even, but I don't like people and people that aren't my family don't like me. It's always been that way, and I don't care any other way. No one's good enough for me. And between you and me, [leans forward once again, gulping, and lowers his voice] I'm not good enough for anyone. I wouldn't want to date a nutter like myself anyways. [straightens up, clearing his throat as if he said nothing] Obviously I'm not a virgin, but I didn't lose that to anyone special. The importance of someone's virginity is subjective. I'm great in bed, or so I've been told, and I believe. I'm great in bed. [straightens out a wrinkle in his shirt] I'd date me.
If you could choose one of your personality traits to pass on to your children, what would it be?
For starters, do you really think I'm going to have children? [scoffs] That's the most ridiculous thing I think you've said so far! I'm impressed, really. [shifts in his chair] The ability to get things done, I suppose? Oi, wipe that look off your face, I'm just answering your damn question. Anyways, I think it's important to get shit done with and done right, but that might just be the OCPD talking. I'd also want them to have the talents of lying, manipulation, and persuasion. See in my mind, it's not breaking the rules if someone else is doing the dirty work for you. I have an innocent conscious and a clean slate, but I get what I want. Of course, it kills me to see someone else doing what I should be doing, but...my mind battles itself. They can also know how to cook. Not to brag, but... [snickers] Who the hell am I kidding? Guess what world? I am a brilliant chef, best one at this school I bet, besides the little house elves. Honestly if by some cray chance I end up having children, I hope they turn out to be just like me, because I'm basically the greatest person you'll ever meet: blunt, persuasive, organized, responsible. [shrugs] Plus, who wouldn't love having a bunch of me's running around?
What would you attempt if you knew you could not fail?
I'd be the best at everything, because that's my main goal in life. I just want to succeed and be better than everyone, and by that I mean, even more better than them than I already am. Make sense? If not, you're just incompetent and don't deserve to be in my presence. [rolls his eyes] No one should be in my presence. I like being alone. I like being the best there will ever be, more so than usual, and I like being alone. It seems to be really hard to get those two things. [leans forward again, gulping once more, before his voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper] The thing that sucks admitting more than anything though about this whole thing is that, I always come in second place. What I want more than anything is to come in first in something. I always try to be the best, but my trying is never good enough, and I'm never the best. I fear that one day, I'll make it to the top and then someone will come along shortly after and just snatch it away, but I yearn for that top dog spot. I want to be the very best, and if I wouldn't fail at it, I'd do it with every last thing on this pathetic planet. [sits back, putting his hands behind his head]
Finished yet?
You're not very patient, are you?
I could sit here and wait all I wanted. It's you I'm sick of.
...What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?
What the fuck? What kind of question is that? I don't really think that I'd like to think about being disfigured, thanks. I'm pretty damn good looking. [snorts, then shakes his head] I think I'd just be screwed over if I didn't have hands. [wiggles his fingers a bit, looking down at his hands] They're quite useful, and I use them on a daily basis to take things apart or fix them or put them back together. I quite enjoy just messing around with things, tinkering with them and just inventing all sorts of insane things. Most of those...end up blowing up in my face later, like most of my Potions do. I guess that's a family thing. [chuckles quietly, then stops, face returning to its typical unamused expression] Anyways, I'm inventive and a cognitive learner. Without my hands, I have no chance of survival. Some people could settle for prosthetics. There's no way in Hell I ever could. Over the years I've become attached to my fingers and my hands; they've done me some...good. They've made many a masterpiece on a platter. Yeah, I cook, remember? My fingers know their way around everything without me telling them. They've got their own mind, and so it's like I have eleven minds within my body which isn't an issue. Everyone should have my mind; maybe then the world would be a better place.
What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there that's scarier than that? What do you think that would be?
First off, if I'm going to tell you what frightens me the most wouldn't I tell you the thing that, you know, frightens me the most? Those other questions are completely unnecessary. It's things like that which irk me. People asking unnecessary questions and just wasting the air that other people with brains and a purpose could being using to survive. The majority of the human race would be better off with their mouths and noses clogged up so they could suffocate and be gone from this world. Or you know, if you want something less...morbid... we could just cast silencing charms on people. A silent world sounds better than the world we all currently live in. I really only appreciate people talking when they actually have something to say, and most of the time people don't have anything to say. There's only two people that I'll actually stand to listen to ramble and go on about whatever they want; that'd be Melina and Paxton Again, they're the only people in this world I can legitimately stand to be around for more than a few minutes, and I'll protect them until I die. [leans forward, chewing on his lower lip, and speaks in a hushed whisper] Well, there's also Vivienne Parker. I listen to her too, but... Shut up, I didn't say anything. [sits back, glaring]
Interesting, Finnigan. Now, will you actually answer the question? Please tell me about your greatest fear.
[rolls his eyes] I don't know why anyone would go blurting out their fears. Shouldn't that be kept quiet, a secret? People like myself can use those against everyone. Find out your fear and you're vulnerable, easy to be manipulated and used, blackmailed essentially. People jump on things such as these to bring you down, why give them that opportunity? Especially if you want to be the very best, which you can't because...that's what I'm going to be, one of these days, and I don't need anyone standing in my way, and I'm sick of everyone standing in my way from being what I need to be. I don't want to be second place any more. [sighs, shaking his head] There it is. I can't believe, just what the hell am I doing? I guess if I had to say it, I'm afraid of being second place forever. I don't want to be the understudy anymore. I want to be number one. I want the role,the part. I want to feel accomplished, be dubbed five stars and just worthy of everything. And if you didn't know, I do whatever I can to try and get there; the only thing is... I just can't seem to do it, because...something comes up and I have to fix it or someone went along and fucked something up. [lets out a frustrated sigh] I've already come to the conclusion you're an idiot and you might not have picked this up, but I'm afraid of being vulnerable. I don't want to get close to people because I hate them, and I hate them because they always seem to be able to beat me. And I'm sick of it, and one of these days, I'm going to prove everyone wrong, I'm going to be there on the top.
Very interesting. What hobbies do you have?
Congratulations, you finally gave me a tolerable question. [snorts] I play the guitar sometimes. It's not something I'm passionate about, but it gives my hands something to do. I'm not the world's largest fan of music, but I play it anyways. It's rather relaxing, and it speaks in ways that people just can't. Good company, really. I play when I'm bored, lonely, or whenever I'm not working, and one day I plan on being a master at it all, obviously, but for now I'm just practicing seeing as I've only been playing since I was about seventeen. I picked it up after graduating from Hogwarts. I just saw some Muggles playing it on the street, and I figured it could be something that I would finally be the best at. I also play Quidditch, and I'm pretty damn competitive. Again, I want to be the best there is, but... for once I actually also want everyone else on my team to be the best. We have to win, and I'm a bit of a sore loser. [shrugs] Sometimes I just sit around in the park, alone, and watch people, make up life stories for them or whatever. I like watching people, seeing if anyone is actually worth it anymore. Most of the time though I sit there thinking of how they might die or how much I just hate everyone. [snickers quietly] Does sneaking around count as a hobby? Because I'm the best damn sneaker on this planet. Stealth is a profession of mine. It's mainly because I'm just a quiet person, but I've learned how to carry myself so that I don't make boards creek or anything. This talent started when I was little and would creep out of my room to go to the kitchen to make myself midnight snacks or something along those lines. I need to know how to sneak in order to get away with some of my...crazier inventions on campus as well. Like I've said a thousand times, I tinker with things, trying to improve them, but I also break things apart in order to put them back in a way I fashioned to improve the original concept of the object. It's sort of an architectural thing, I guess.
Please tell me we're done now.
So...you said you had a job. What is it, and what's it like? Do you enjoy your occupation?
[groans] Shit, just shut up, will you? It's just a job to get some money coming in while I'm at school, you know. That way I could take a girl out on a date by some crazy chance I can actually get one to like me. I mean, if I didn't have money I could always just take them home, cook them dinner, and then fuck them. [shrugs] Whatever floats my boat, right? [scratches the back of his neck] But as for my job, I work on the Knight Bus. I'm the guy who jumps off the bus, gets your luggage, gives you your ticket and all that jazz. I'm not a full time student, but I stay at the dorms when I get the chance. Sometimes you've just got to sleep on the bus. It gets me money. And it's not all that bad of a job when nobody's riding the bus, or even when someone is. I'm not required to talk to passengers after getting them situated, so I don't. I plop my ass down on chairs or a bed, depending on the time of day, and work on some of my course work. The whole motion of it all was annoying at first, but now I've gotten used to it. It's not a full time job either. I'm pretty sure some other guy pops in and does it when I'm not around. Still, it's pretty cool because I get to travel all around England and the United Kingdom really. That's the fun part and a benefit, free travel. The driver's an alright bloke. Neither one of us talk to each other much, just because he knows I don't really like conversing. [gives the interviewer a rather annoyed look] I've been doing it since I was eighteen, nearly nineteen, but I'd rather be working in a cafe or at some restaurant instead.
A few more questions.
Thank Merlin.
What's the worst thing you've done to someone you loved?
[scratches the back of his head] That would be with Pax. When he came out of the closet and all, I wasn't the most fond of the idea. Heh, can you imagine me actually being fond of something though? Right, I'm not a homophobe or anything, but... I just didn't like the idea that my brother, my own flesh and blood, was a homosexual. It disturbed me since I say it's against human nature and all. Plus the thought of saying sex with another bloke just disgusts me. Two dicks should not be flopping around in the same bed at the same time. Anyways, when he came out of the closet and I found out, I basically shunned him and didn't talk to him for months on end. I'm pretty sure Melina was pissed at me for that. It was just a fact that I couldn't accept. I said it was a phase, still do. I was nothing short of an asshole to him throughout the whole thing. I pushed him in the mud whenever he was around. I just didn't want him near me. When family dinners came along I refused to talk or even look at him. I did the whole spill where I called him a faggot and flamer and other insults that I would've never said to him before, and I'll never say to him now. To put it simple I was a shit big brother. [shrugs] No regrets.
Describe the perfect romantic partner for you.
Shouldn't you have asked this back when you asked if I had a lover or whatever? [waves a hand dismissively] Someone who's smart and doesn't annoy the hell out of me. Or... [drifts off, shaking his head] I might end up being attracted to someone who annoys the hell out of me, but is bloody brilliant. [shrugs] Someone organized and who won't mind me doing everything for myself. They have to like sushi; that's my favourite dish. They've got to be independent and not beat me at everything. Simple. [smirks a bit, wearing an almost challenging look] I don't have my standards set too terribly high, do I?
Can you give me a better summary of your life before now?
Absolutely nothing eventful happened besides what I told you already. I went to Hogwarts, got sorted into Slytherin there too, then came here after getting a job on the Knight Bus. All the while I had OCPD. It's simple as that. My marks at school could've always been better. I got oustandings on almost everything...except the classes Vivienne was in, but she can go fuck herself. I don't want to do it again. [huffs] Yeah, I don't have some sob story or impressive childhood. I spent my time with my two siblings, dissed my brother. Oh, I saved my sister from looking like a total tramp when she caked her face in cosmetics and wore whatever those sluts where nowadays. It's not a bad look as long as it's not on my sister. I always watch out for my siblings now, though I'm not sure if we're on the greatest terms because of what I did to Paxton. [shrugs] They're lost, won't stop me from taking care of them and making sure everything's alright. And that's that. [crosses his arms] I grew up around magic. [raises an eyebrow] What more do you want than that?
Nothing, that's fine, Finnigan. The next few questions only require short answers since we're coming to a close.
Finally.
Birthday?
May fifteenth. I'm twenty-one. I'll let you do the math as to when the year is, or are you too ignorant to do that?
Wand?
Manticore hair, black limba, ten and a quarter inches, sturdy.
Done?
Done. Thank you for your...wonderful time.
Yeah, yeah, [puts his hands behind his head as he leans back in his chair] fuck off now. [leans back too far and falls backwards in the chair as the interviewer leaves]
[in a room for an interview, sitting, voice rather calm, though his posture obviously shows he's irritated] Why am I here again? Right, cause you want some stupid interview. You know when someone typically says piss up a goal post, they mean bugger off. [pause] That was me hinting again, rather subtly might I add, that you need to go waste your time on some other unfortunate soul. [pause] Leave. [snorts after a pause] Fuck off. [arches an eyebrow] Merlin above, I am not saying please.
Tell me about you and who is related to...such a charming bloke as yourself.
Most people call me Finnigan. Oi, guess what? That means you can call me Finnigan too. But my parents, Jesse and Sandy, she was a Mayweather before becoming a Finnigan, named me Knox Oliver. I ask you what sort of name that is? [shifts in his seat a bit] An annoying one since you're not obviously going to answer my questions. I don't think this is going to work out very well between the two of us to be honest, so maybe you should just...shoo... [groans at the lack of movement from the interviewer] Fine, fine, whatever. Knox Oliver Finnigan. Got my parents, told you who they were. I got siblings too. I'm the oldest of the three of us. There's... Paxton. He's twenty, a junior at the university and in Hufflepuff. He's an alright kid. I mean, I love him and all. I love all my family. Only damn people I actually like. Right, anyways, then there's Melina. She's a little sophomore, nineteen, and got sorted into Gryffindor, little poofer. Between you and me, she and Pax are probably the only two people I'd ever risk my life for, only people worth that sort of trouble. I'm a year older than Pax, meaning I'm twenty-one, just in case your math skills are just as bad as your hearing. [scoffs] I got sorted into Slytherin, and I'm a junior. I'm the basically the black sheep of my family now. Is that enough information for you? Can I go now?
No, we're not done here. We've got some questions for you, Mr. Finnigan.
No mister. That's my father. I'm just Finnigan.
Right. Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, somewhere in between? Is there a place for everything and everyting in its place?
What's it matter to you? I like every other damn student live in a dorm on the grounds. I'm in the Slytherin ones obviously seeing as that's what house I'm in here, and in case you're blind as well as deaf, I'm a bloke. I've got a dick. Would you like to see it? It's right here in my trousers; I keep it tucked away in my knickers. [snickers] Which by the way are folded neatly and stored away in my trunk at the end of my bed. Knickers are to the left of my shirts, most of which are v-necks and rather baggy. I prefer loose shirts over tight things that make my chest, which is perfectly muscular, thank you very much, pop out. I don't need ladies over me constantly, alright. My pants, which as you can are definitely tighter than how I wear my shirts, are on the right side of the trunk. Socks are folded neatly together and placed in a little crevice between my clothes and the trunk, shoved right down there along with a few miscellaneous items such as parchment, quills, and perfectly stopped bottles of ink. My bed is always made; pillows fluffed with their covers completely over them, wrinkle free sheets pulled up over the pillows and a blanket over that. In the colder months, it's a comforter. Everything colour coordinates as well. It has to or it's just tacky. My shoes are lined up under my bed so I can just lean over and grab them. The nightstand's only got the necessary items on; a candle, pocket watch, and a book to read. There aren't accessories hanging up anywhere. No posters or pictures or love letters. That's how it was at home as well. Everything has its place and is in it. I'm not obsessive compulsive. I just like things to be neat and precise. Precision is the key.
Now am I done?
Of course not. We're not letting you off that easily.
[groans and crosses his arms, looking highly unamused as he just stares at a blank wall, pause] Well, get on with it.
Anyways, what is your fondest childhood memory? What is your worst?
Getting personal now, are we? [rolls his eyes] As a kid, I spent most of my time either by myself at this pond near this park close to where we lived or with my siblings. Pax, Melina and I were all pretty good friends when we were little. I didn't enjoy all of the games we played, rough housing and messing out in the mud, because personally I don't like mess and dirt and such, in case you missed that earlier. Alright. Well, just playing around and messing with them, being genuinely happy and carefree was a glorious feeling. I suppose those are some happy memories, just in general. My happiest memory as a kid might've been getting my Hogwarts letter. I don't particularly know. Nothing just sticks out for me. So, I'll go with Hogwarts letter. [pause, continues on after getting an interested look from the interviewer] I was eleven, just like everyone else. An owl came and dropped my letter off. Oh, congratu-fucking-lations, you're a wizard and can attend to Hogwarts. Whoo. [twirls his left pointer finger in the air unenthusiastically] My parents seemed pretty ecstatic about me getting my letter. That's what made it such a great moment. I like seeing them happy and proud of me, you know. They had similar expressions when I first discovered I could do magic. [shakes his head] I am not telling you about that. It was bad. [leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees] I blew up several mailboxes when I was about nine, let's just leave it at that.
Next question.
Worst childhood memory?
Yeah, I don't like the idea of telling you about that one. Let's just go on. [sighs and runs a hand through his hair at the look he's given] Alright, so I may have lied earlier when I said I wasn't obsessive compulsive. Technically, I'm not the obsessive compulsive most people think about. I've got obsessive compulsive personality disorder. I was diagnosed for it as a little kid, and finding out that I was ill or sick or handicapped or whatever probably had to be the worst day of my life so far. You know it's not enjoyable being told you're fucked up in the head. Basically what it mens is that I have to do everything for myself or else I'll panic about people doing it wrong. I've got rules for everything, how everything has to be and be done. It's annoying as fuck, mind you. I spend too much time on everything, taking things apart and putting them back together. I'm a cognitive learner. I like learning, but mind you, I'll bicker and argue and tell you I'm right, because I am. That's what leads me to my second worst childhood memory. Before attending Hogwarts, I went to this Muggle school. You see, I begged my parents to let me go, not because I wanted some social life or cause I wanted to get away from my siblings--because trust me, I'd rather be with my siblings than anyone else in this world--but because I wanted to give school a try. I have a drive to learn, and that's what I did. I got into school and made it through a good portion of primary school, if I do say so myself, until this little pudgy kid with a face filled with pimples and blackheads decided to try and test me. He argued with me and bickered and all this other stuff. Whenever I went to do something he'd try and do it for me and always try to do everything better. It'd be safe to say that I hated him. Anyways after one particular debate he pissed me off enough that I beat his face in. [shrugs, snickering to himself] I got expelled. [starts picking out some dirt from under his nails, then looks up with eyebrows raise] Being here, you know, is really wasting my time.
Do you currently have a lover? What is their na--?
No, shut up. [shrugs a bit, arms crossed tightly] This whole [waves a hand around carelessly] thing is pointless. Nobody cares enough to read whatever it is you're scribbling down, just like nobody cares enough to date me. I do one nights stands, flings and such. Fuck buddies even, but I don't like people and people that aren't my family don't like me. It's always been that way, and I don't care any other way. No one's good enough for me. And between you and me, [leans forward once again, gulping, and lowers his voice] I'm not good enough for anyone. I wouldn't want to date a nutter like myself anyways. [straightens up, clearing his throat as if he said nothing] Obviously I'm not a virgin, but I didn't lose that to anyone special. The importance of someone's virginity is subjective. I'm great in bed, or so I've been told, and I believe. I'm great in bed. [straightens out a wrinkle in his shirt] I'd date me.
If you could choose one of your personality traits to pass on to your children, what would it be?
For starters, do you really think I'm going to have children? [scoffs] That's the most ridiculous thing I think you've said so far! I'm impressed, really. [shifts in his chair] The ability to get things done, I suppose? Oi, wipe that look off your face, I'm just answering your damn question. Anyways, I think it's important to get shit done with and done right, but that might just be the OCPD talking. I'd also want them to have the talents of lying, manipulation, and persuasion. See in my mind, it's not breaking the rules if someone else is doing the dirty work for you. I have an innocent conscious and a clean slate, but I get what I want. Of course, it kills me to see someone else doing what I should be doing, but...my mind battles itself. They can also know how to cook. Not to brag, but... [snickers] Who the hell am I kidding? Guess what world? I am a brilliant chef, best one at this school I bet, besides the little house elves. Honestly if by some cray chance I end up having children, I hope they turn out to be just like me, because I'm basically the greatest person you'll ever meet: blunt, persuasive, organized, responsible. [shrugs] Plus, who wouldn't love having a bunch of me's running around?
What would you attempt if you knew you could not fail?
I'd be the best at everything, because that's my main goal in life. I just want to succeed and be better than everyone, and by that I mean, even more better than them than I already am. Make sense? If not, you're just incompetent and don't deserve to be in my presence. [rolls his eyes] No one should be in my presence. I like being alone. I like being the best there will ever be, more so than usual, and I like being alone. It seems to be really hard to get those two things. [leans forward again, gulping once more, before his voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper] The thing that sucks admitting more than anything though about this whole thing is that, I always come in second place. What I want more than anything is to come in first in something. I always try to be the best, but my trying is never good enough, and I'm never the best. I fear that one day, I'll make it to the top and then someone will come along shortly after and just snatch it away, but I yearn for that top dog spot. I want to be the very best, and if I wouldn't fail at it, I'd do it with every last thing on this pathetic planet. [sits back, putting his hands behind his head]
Finished yet?
You're not very patient, are you?
I could sit here and wait all I wanted. It's you I'm sick of.
...What is the most frightening potential handicap or disfigurement you can conceive of? What makes it so frightening?
What the fuck? What kind of question is that? I don't really think that I'd like to think about being disfigured, thanks. I'm pretty damn good looking. [snorts, then shakes his head] I think I'd just be screwed over if I didn't have hands. [wiggles his fingers a bit, looking down at his hands] They're quite useful, and I use them on a daily basis to take things apart or fix them or put them back together. I quite enjoy just messing around with things, tinkering with them and just inventing all sorts of insane things. Most of those...end up blowing up in my face later, like most of my Potions do. I guess that's a family thing. [chuckles quietly, then stops, face returning to its typical unamused expression] Anyways, I'm inventive and a cognitive learner. Without my hands, I have no chance of survival. Some people could settle for prosthetics. There's no way in Hell I ever could. Over the years I've become attached to my fingers and my hands; they've done me some...good. They've made many a masterpiece on a platter. Yeah, I cook, remember? My fingers know their way around everything without me telling them. They've got their own mind, and so it's like I have eleven minds within my body which isn't an issue. Everyone should have my mind; maybe then the world would be a better place.
What is the thing that has frightened you most? Do you think there is anything out there that's scarier than that? What do you think that would be?
First off, if I'm going to tell you what frightens me the most wouldn't I tell you the thing that, you know, frightens me the most? Those other questions are completely unnecessary. It's things like that which irk me. People asking unnecessary questions and just wasting the air that other people with brains and a purpose could being using to survive. The majority of the human race would be better off with their mouths and noses clogged up so they could suffocate and be gone from this world. Or you know, if you want something less...morbid... we could just cast silencing charms on people. A silent world sounds better than the world we all currently live in. I really only appreciate people talking when they actually have something to say, and most of the time people don't have anything to say. There's only two people that I'll actually stand to listen to ramble and go on about whatever they want; that'd be Melina and Paxton Again, they're the only people in this world I can legitimately stand to be around for more than a few minutes, and I'll protect them until I die. [leans forward, chewing on his lower lip, and speaks in a hushed whisper] Well, there's also Vivienne Parker. I listen to her too, but... Shut up, I didn't say anything. [sits back, glaring]
Interesting, Finnigan. Now, will you actually answer the question? Please tell me about your greatest fear.
[rolls his eyes] I don't know why anyone would go blurting out their fears. Shouldn't that be kept quiet, a secret? People like myself can use those against everyone. Find out your fear and you're vulnerable, easy to be manipulated and used, blackmailed essentially. People jump on things such as these to bring you down, why give them that opportunity? Especially if you want to be the very best, which you can't because...that's what I'm going to be, one of these days, and I don't need anyone standing in my way, and I'm sick of everyone standing in my way from being what I need to be. I don't want to be second place any more. [sighs, shaking his head] There it is. I can't believe, just what the hell am I doing? I guess if I had to say it, I'm afraid of being second place forever. I don't want to be the understudy anymore. I want to be number one. I want the role,the part. I want to feel accomplished, be dubbed five stars and just worthy of everything. And if you didn't know, I do whatever I can to try and get there; the only thing is... I just can't seem to do it, because...something comes up and I have to fix it or someone went along and fucked something up. [lets out a frustrated sigh] I've already come to the conclusion you're an idiot and you might not have picked this up, but I'm afraid of being vulnerable. I don't want to get close to people because I hate them, and I hate them because they always seem to be able to beat me. And I'm sick of it, and one of these days, I'm going to prove everyone wrong, I'm going to be there on the top.
Very interesting. What hobbies do you have?
Congratulations, you finally gave me a tolerable question. [snorts] I play the guitar sometimes. It's not something I'm passionate about, but it gives my hands something to do. I'm not the world's largest fan of music, but I play it anyways. It's rather relaxing, and it speaks in ways that people just can't. Good company, really. I play when I'm bored, lonely, or whenever I'm not working, and one day I plan on being a master at it all, obviously, but for now I'm just practicing seeing as I've only been playing since I was about seventeen. I picked it up after graduating from Hogwarts. I just saw some Muggles playing it on the street, and I figured it could be something that I would finally be the best at. I also play Quidditch, and I'm pretty damn competitive. Again, I want to be the best there is, but... for once I actually also want everyone else on my team to be the best. We have to win, and I'm a bit of a sore loser. [shrugs] Sometimes I just sit around in the park, alone, and watch people, make up life stories for them or whatever. I like watching people, seeing if anyone is actually worth it anymore. Most of the time though I sit there thinking of how they might die or how much I just hate everyone. [snickers quietly] Does sneaking around count as a hobby? Because I'm the best damn sneaker on this planet. Stealth is a profession of mine. It's mainly because I'm just a quiet person, but I've learned how to carry myself so that I don't make boards creek or anything. This talent started when I was little and would creep out of my room to go to the kitchen to make myself midnight snacks or something along those lines. I need to know how to sneak in order to get away with some of my...crazier inventions on campus as well. Like I've said a thousand times, I tinker with things, trying to improve them, but I also break things apart in order to put them back in a way I fashioned to improve the original concept of the object. It's sort of an architectural thing, I guess.
Please tell me we're done now.
So...you said you had a job. What is it, and what's it like? Do you enjoy your occupation?
[groans] Shit, just shut up, will you? It's just a job to get some money coming in while I'm at school, you know. That way I could take a girl out on a date by some crazy chance I can actually get one to like me. I mean, if I didn't have money I could always just take them home, cook them dinner, and then fuck them. [shrugs] Whatever floats my boat, right? [scratches the back of his neck] But as for my job, I work on the Knight Bus. I'm the guy who jumps off the bus, gets your luggage, gives you your ticket and all that jazz. I'm not a full time student, but I stay at the dorms when I get the chance. Sometimes you've just got to sleep on the bus. It gets me money. And it's not all that bad of a job when nobody's riding the bus, or even when someone is. I'm not required to talk to passengers after getting them situated, so I don't. I plop my ass down on chairs or a bed, depending on the time of day, and work on some of my course work. The whole motion of it all was annoying at first, but now I've gotten used to it. It's not a full time job either. I'm pretty sure some other guy pops in and does it when I'm not around. Still, it's pretty cool because I get to travel all around England and the United Kingdom really. That's the fun part and a benefit, free travel. The driver's an alright bloke. Neither one of us talk to each other much, just because he knows I don't really like conversing. [gives the interviewer a rather annoyed look] I've been doing it since I was eighteen, nearly nineteen, but I'd rather be working in a cafe or at some restaurant instead.
A few more questions.
Thank Merlin.
What's the worst thing you've done to someone you loved?
[scratches the back of his head] That would be with Pax. When he came out of the closet and all, I wasn't the most fond of the idea. Heh, can you imagine me actually being fond of something though? Right, I'm not a homophobe or anything, but... I just didn't like the idea that my brother, my own flesh and blood, was a homosexual. It disturbed me since I say it's against human nature and all. Plus the thought of saying sex with another bloke just disgusts me. Two dicks should not be flopping around in the same bed at the same time. Anyways, when he came out of the closet and I found out, I basically shunned him and didn't talk to him for months on end. I'm pretty sure Melina was pissed at me for that. It was just a fact that I couldn't accept. I said it was a phase, still do. I was nothing short of an asshole to him throughout the whole thing. I pushed him in the mud whenever he was around. I just didn't want him near me. When family dinners came along I refused to talk or even look at him. I did the whole spill where I called him a faggot and flamer and other insults that I would've never said to him before, and I'll never say to him now. To put it simple I was a shit big brother. [shrugs] No regrets.
Describe the perfect romantic partner for you.
Shouldn't you have asked this back when you asked if I had a lover or whatever? [waves a hand dismissively] Someone who's smart and doesn't annoy the hell out of me. Or... [drifts off, shaking his head] I might end up being attracted to someone who annoys the hell out of me, but is bloody brilliant. [shrugs] Someone organized and who won't mind me doing everything for myself. They have to like sushi; that's my favourite dish. They've got to be independent and not beat me at everything. Simple. [smirks a bit, wearing an almost challenging look] I don't have my standards set too terribly high, do I?
Can you give me a better summary of your life before now?
Absolutely nothing eventful happened besides what I told you already. I went to Hogwarts, got sorted into Slytherin there too, then came here after getting a job on the Knight Bus. All the while I had OCPD. It's simple as that. My marks at school could've always been better. I got oustandings on almost everything...except the classes Vivienne was in, but she can go fuck herself. I don't want to do it again. [huffs] Yeah, I don't have some sob story or impressive childhood. I spent my time with my two siblings, dissed my brother. Oh, I saved my sister from looking like a total tramp when she caked her face in cosmetics and wore whatever those sluts where nowadays. It's not a bad look as long as it's not on my sister. I always watch out for my siblings now, though I'm not sure if we're on the greatest terms because of what I did to Paxton. [shrugs] They're lost, won't stop me from taking care of them and making sure everything's alright. And that's that. [crosses his arms] I grew up around magic. [raises an eyebrow] What more do you want than that?
Nothing, that's fine, Finnigan. The next few questions only require short answers since we're coming to a close.
Finally.
Birthday?
May fifteenth. I'm twenty-one. I'll let you do the math as to when the year is, or are you too ignorant to do that?
Wand?
Manticore hair, black limba, ten and a quarter inches, sturdy.
Done?
Done. Thank you for your...wonderful time.
Yeah, yeah, [puts his hands behind his head as he leans back in his chair] fuck off now. [leans back too far and falls backwards in the chair as the interviewer leaves]
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