Post by Iain Murray on Aug 24, 2012 1:11:17 GMT 10
This application has been filled out by; BIANCA
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Well hello dear! Come on in and sit yourself down!
My name's Serah Thalies and I'll be conducting your interview this afternoon to see if we can find you a perfect match!
Let's get started with your full name,
Iain David Murray, but jest call me Iain.
And do you have a nicknames?
Iain's fine, short enough tae not really get any nicknames.
And let's be honest now, how old are you?
Jest turn'd twenty-one.
And which school did you go to?
Hogwarts - 'twas only jest 'round th' corner.
And which house were you in?
I got sorted intae Hufflepuff.
Fascinating, now lets add a picture to your folder shall we? I believe you have brought one along today.
Thes is th' most recent one I got - wizardin' an' movin' anyway. I hope it'll dae? I havnae clue whit I was sayin' at the time.
Now what's your family heritage?
Scottish!
Oh, ye mean blood-wise or summat? Pure blood, I think.. Me great-gran'father might've married a muggle, but I dunno. I dun remember. Wasnae born yet, then, was I?
Brilliant! And when did you get your wand?
Tha's actually a very funny story- *sits up and gets ready to act out what happened single handedly when he's given a stern look by the interviewer and he slumps back down*
Uhm- Well, me brother got the fam'ly heirloom, 'cos he's th' eldest an' I'm too clumsy, anyway, so I got a new one, 'cos it didnae matter if I broke it, ye ken? 'tis, err, 13 inches - ebony with an amber core, I think? I got it at Olivander's, jest afore I went tae Hogwarts.
Tha's ten years ago - funny how time flies, iznit?
That's good to know, now is there anything else we should know? Anything that irritates you?
Me? I'm an easy-goin' person, I'm nae easily annoyed. Erm.. Okay, well.
I cannae stand snooty people, ye ken whit I mean? No one is better 'an someone else is. Same goes fer people who dunnae treat animals right. I mean, I'm nae gud with animals meself, but ye dunnae see me hurtin' 'em, dae ye? Oh, an' I dun like liars an' folk who're rubbish friends an' all. Ah, an' I need coffee in th' mornin' or I'm intol'rable, I've been told.
I s'pose there's more I dunnae like 'an I thought..
And is there anything you really quite like?
*he chuckles* Erhm, candy, fer one thin'. I have a bit o' a sweettooth on me. An' coffee, fer obvious reasons. I like havin' fun - with other people pref'rably. I like Quidditch, played beater p'sition in school, but ne'er as a career choice - same fer music, I play th' pipes, but jest fer fun. Eehm. *he shrugs a little* I like et when things go right, ye ken? When I dun cock up too much. Oh, an' I like m'job - which is a gud thing, right? I work at St. Mungo's, tryin' tae be a doctor m'self.
Okay, so let's move on, tell me your skills.
In school I was fairly gud at potions an' herbology an' things - th' stuff ye need to be a healer an' all. I'm gud with me hands, so anythin' tha's nae as abstract, ye ken, such as transfiguration an' all - tho' I dae alright 'slong as I practice. I'm a gud list'ner, I like tae help friends out an' make sure other people're okay. Uhm.. I can think outside th' box? I dun need much sleep? I can brew coffee with me eyes closed? Oh, fer Chrissakes, is thes enough? I'm nae gud at comin' up with things I'm gud at.
And anything you wish you were better at?
Ah, thes is easier! So apart fr'm bein' nae very gud at transfiguration an' tolerable at charms (which I mentioned), I was also pretty shite at Hist'ry o' Magic. Et's not that I cannae dae theory, et jest doesnae interest me 's much? Erm, apart from that people say I ne'er shut my gob - which is true, I s'pose, I'm a chatterbox. I'm also clumsy, I break lotsa things - me own bones, too. I som'times have moodswings, as well, but le'snae mention those, okay?
That's all fantastic lovey! Now shall we talk a little about your family? Great! Tell me about your parents.
Me mum's name's Imogen Murray. Her maiden name's Campbell, tho'. Pure blood 'sfar as I ken, but et's nae summat we talked about a lot. She's unemploy'd, tho' I pers'nally think she shoulds get herself something tae dae now that [Cailean] an' I've nearly left the nest an' all.
Scott's me dad's name, Scott Murray. Th' Murray fam'ly is a pretty big one in Sco'land, all mix'd muggle an' magical.
And any siblings?
I ha'e a twinbrother called [Cailean] - he's older 'an me, but only by a few minutes! Actually, he's far more brilliant 'an me an' with us bein' twins we have sort o' th' same genes.. are ye sure ye dun want him more 'an me?
That's enough about your family now so we can move on to finding you a perfect match! Do you have anyone in mind that you would like a date with?
*he hestitates* I s'pose findin' someone who's willin' tae live with me an' doesnae go barmy will be enough of a challenge, won' it? *chuckles a little* Best not be too specific or no one'll match, ye ken?
Okay, and what do you like in a partner?
Erm, jest someone nice? I dunnae care what they luk like, as long as they kin me, ye ken? 'slong as they understand me. I'd say I sort o' like bairns, but tha's th' point o' th' Bill, iznit? Oh, an', well, when I'll be workin' as a healer full time I'll ha'e an erratic schedule, prolly - so I s'pose they mustnae mind that.
And what do you not want in a partner?
I ken tha' I seem like an airhead half th' time, but please not some shallow person? Or someone who's c'mpletely taken up by pureblood issues? I really dunnae care fer that. An' I'd ha'e tae be unable tae drive 'em round the bend, tha's a pretty impor'nt feature, I s'pose..
Anyone in particular that you'd like to avoid?
I'd say.. Nae, I'm not sayin' that. Anyone deserves a chance, ye ken?
Fantastic work, fantastic! It looks like we'll be finding you your perfect match in no time lovey! Just one last thing and then you can go. Just post me your experience of finding out about the new marriage law.
As was customary in the morning, Iain just thumped down the stairs (hair in his eyes, still in his pjs, unshod, and definitely incapable of speaking in actual words) and went straight for the coffee. For that reason precisely, he completely missed the debate going on between his parents and his (only very slightly) older brother. Plonking down in the last empty kitchen chair, he set about the task of heaping sugar into his hot, black coffee, slightly glaring at his mother when she pulled the sugar bowl out of reach after only five scoops. That was the beginning of that morning's chaos.
"Iain!" Imogen complained as Iain tilted the table in an attempt to make the sugar bowl slide his way - only forgetting that his coffee would also tilt and nearly spilling the whole cup over himself (cursing under his breath as he felt hot warm spots soak into his pjs where the coffee had spilled). "You'll soon be made of sugar, aren't you supposed to set the right example as you're going to be a doctor?" His mother had always insisted on speaking the good Queen's English.
"Patients're nae seein' me at breakfast in th' mornin's, right?" Iain grumbled, rubbing at a now lukewarm coffee stain in his pyjamas and downing his ruined cup in one go before getting up to pour himself another. "Jest 's well, too - they'd ne'er list'n tae me again. An' whit's ye're problem?" he directed the last sentence at his brother, who was trying to wipe the coffee stains off the morning paper. "'sonly th' paper, jest read around th' stains, fer gudness sake!"
[Cailean] shook his head at him and waited for his brother to get his second cup of coffee before speaking to him. "They pass'd the marriage law," he explained, handing the still slightly damp paper to his twin. "We're both gonna get interviews."
"Oh, shite," Iain muttered, downing his second cup without sugar and grimacing at the taste. "Och, tha's foul." It wasn't clear whether he meant the coffee or the legislation which had just been passed. "Well, 'snae like they'll e'er find anyone willin' tae put up with me, eh?" he half joked. Iain wasn't quite sure how to react to this. Everyone in the family seemed tot hink it was a terrible idea. He wasn't sure if it was terrible.. but on the other hand he wasn't sure if this was something for him. He had never really steadily dated and he knew he was a handful - not to mention that he would probably be a rubbish father and that he wasn't too sure about his sexuality..
He had just been happy that the whole war was over now - finally working in a proper hospital rather than on the front lines trying to patch people up and trying to save lives with mediocre portable equipment. Iain had been looking forward to just finding his place in the world before concerning himself with things like these - no such luck apparently. "But- but surely they cannae make me? Can they?" he asked, looking at his brother in disbelief. His brother shook his head. "Tho' ye can decline the match," [Cailean] explained, "they didn't elaborate on what happens when ye keep doin' so ev'ry time."
With a sigh, Iain stared into his coffee cup. "I jest need sum time tae get us'd tae th' idea," he told himself. "Ye ken, I might actually meet someone nice, right?" He was just trying to make it sound better and everyone knew he was, but no one discouraged him. "Who knows," his mother said, squeezing his shoulder and smiling tightly. "Now - do you want bacon with your toast?"
Brilliant, thank you so much for your time deary, you may let yourself out when you're ready. Buh-bye!
