princess serenity, hbic. (mikipinku) wrote,
@ 2011-07-22 00:00:00

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Entry tags:	character: joy diserafino, sort: 25 flavors, type: meme

25 flavors . joy mclaggen

joy c. mclaggen;
happy	angry	sad	concerned	scared
crying	giddy	first crush	regret	innocent
betrayed	baby	best friend	focused	traumatized
wary	drunk	flustered	bitchy	maternal love
first year	love	family	p.y.o.	p.y.o.

06; crying

"No! No---no no no no no no, Daddy, stop, I can explain, I can---"

"I'm not wasting my time with your explanations this time, Joy!"

Joy watched helplessly, tearfully from the couch as her father dumped out her purse on the table, scattering its contents across the glass surface. Makeup, money, jewelry, hair ties--he shook everything out and then discarded the designer bag like it was nothing better than rubbish. Joy ran a hand through her hair, eyes full of tears and pained disbelief and following his hands as they sorted through her personal items, throwing things that got in his way into a pile on top of the purse.

She had seen her father mad at her before, she had done some very bad things before, but she'd never seen him this mad. It was practically blasphemy to think that Christopher Diserafino would scream at his daughter, much less be standing there violently going through her---oh shit, those were her credit cards!

Joy stood up suddenly and grabbed for the tiny wallet, but he pulled it out of her grasp just in time. "Daddy, you can't take away my---!" Her voice was frantic. "That's my---!"

"I'm done with this crap, Joy! I've spoiled you for too long now and it's obviously" -- he glared down at her stomach -- "gotten too far. This is the last straw, this stops here. If you're old enough to go and get yourself into a mess like this, then you're old enough to get yourself out of it, but I---" Christopher shook the wallet, and then threw it sideways, into the roaring fireplace. "--I am done with this."

Her eyes widened in horror, stuck on the image of the flames engulfing the one hope she had left. She felt her purse shoved back into her arms and weakly wrapped her arms around it, but it felt as if her heart had stopped in shock.

"You can show yourself out," she faintly heard her father tell her before he walked out of the room, slamming a door behind him.

She was ninteen, she was pregnant, and she was pretty sure that she had just been cut off of the one source of support that she had. What was she supposed to do now?

08; first crush

As a rule, Joy didn't go around having crushes on people.

Of course there were, like, all the hot Quidditch player types of guys that she read about in the mags and stared at and giggled over with her friends, or the random seventh year she passed in the hallway with the really nice arse every once in a while... but she didn't really consider either of those things 'having a crush'. To have a crush you had to at least know them a little bit, she figured, or else how did you know you actually liked them?

It wasn't like she wouldn't jump at the chance to shag a Quidditch player if such a crazy, unlikely situation happened to present itself. Just... that was lust, and you couldn't have a real crush because of lust. Crushes were supposed to involve some kind of emotional feelings for that other person, which was why she had never had a crush on anyone that she had 'dated' (in other words, slept with, but that just sounded so bad of her). That was why her 'relationships' never worked out, because it was all physical and no emotional because it was so much easier to attach yourself physically to a person than it was to try to go on really caring about them.

So. Joy didn't go around having crushes on people.

It was a surprise that she recognized it when did finally have one, but despite not being the brightest bulb in the box, she knew right away. Or, well, kinda. It had been somewhere, she decided, in between all the jokes he made that made her laugh out loud, and all the times he treated her with respect, and all the times he made her feel like a princess, and all the little silly things he used as excuses to give her flowers, and all the nights that he would sit around and listen to her talk for hours on end, and all the times that she kissed him and she only cared that they were kissing, and not at all about how good or bad it was.

But mostly it was all the times that she hurt when they fought, and the way that she never stopped coming back to him a day, or a week, or a month--but always coming back--later that told her.

She had a crush on Graeme Dorny.

10; innocent

"I want you to get out--GET OUT! I'm sending you back home to your father, he can deal with you, but I won't stand for you to ruin the holiday, you brat!"

An eleven-year-old Joy Diserafino sat in the bed she shared with her sister, Rosalie, absolutely cowering against the headboard because this was a nightmare, this was not how she wanted Easter to turn out and--she just had a cold, she had a cold and wanted some medicine and they didn't have any so Rosalie had volunteered to go and get her some at the local apothecary and now her mother was mad that Joy had made her sister leave during Easter dinner and this was not how it was supposed to happen.

"I didn't mean for her to, I need it, it's going to--"

"I told you already tonight that I didn't want to hear your bloody whining, now pack up your shit and get to the floo--why--WHY ARE YOU STILL SITTING THERE, YOU WORTHLESS CHILD!?"

These words finally compelled the girl to move, pushing herself off the bed and throwing her things into her overnight bag with an astounding pace as Adaleen muttered things like 'ruined my life and now you ruin my holiday too' and 'so glad I don't have to take care of you'. Now Joy just wanted to get out of here too, agreeing to come and see her mother had been a mistake in the first place and she was never going back, she was never listening to a thing Rosalie said again. Just on cue, there her sister appeared in the doorway with a small bag in her hands, but just as quickly as she arrived, she had to sidestep their mother dragging a young blonde and her half-packed bag out by the back of her shirt. The look Joy gave her sister in that split second that they passed was nothing but pure hurt and confusion.

She should have never tried.

13; best friend

"Oh my god, oh my god, OHMYGOD!"

Despite the unnaturally high heels and heavy dress, Joy seemed to have no issue bouncing in place at the doors to the reception hall. Fingers intertwined with those of the man beside her, she shook his arm like a kid trying to get her father's attention, and shot him a brilliant grin.

"IT'S ALMOST TIIIIME!" she announced in a squeal, warranting a reluctant but nonetheless genuine smile from Finn. "Did you hear that? I can hear the DJ on the mic, that means it's almost time!"

"Jaysus, don't piss your pants before it even happens," Finn observed with an arched brow. "It's too late for a costume change."

Looking no less than scandalized at such a vulgar idea as--ugh, gross!--her gorgeous, wonderful, amazing, flawless wedding dress, Joy stopped bouncing around for a beat to smack her new husband (husband!!) on the arm. When Finn's mischievous grin didn't waver, she shot a half-hearted pout in his direction... but discovered quickly that she could not keep pretending like anything, even a rude joke, could ruin this moment for her.

It was her wedding day, and they were about to be introduced for the first time. Her first time officially as Mrs. Joy McLaggen, a name she hadn't realized she was so attached to until just today, when she had stood at the end of that aisle and looked down into the face of her best friend.

Maybe that's why she hadn't realized just how excited she was to marry him, she thought. Finn had been a lot of things to her since she'd first met him--he was the hot quidditch player at her friend's party, he was a one-night stand, he was the father of her child, and he was an amazing boyfriend, but the one thing he had never stopped being was her best friend. He understood her like no one else could, he was the person she went to when she wanted to talk or cry or share a joke, and it had made her forget just how excited she was to get to get to move past the boyfriend phase, into the husband one.

Joy was shaken out of her thoughts by a tug on her arm, and came back to reality to notice Finn was ahead of her, pulling her towards the now-open doors to the reception hall with a curious look.

"Come on, that's our cue," he said, laughing at her dazed look. "Mrs. McLaggen."

17; drunk

Joy wasn't particularly good at knowing how to handle stressful and life-changing situations. In the past, whenever something too much came up for her to handle, she would run to Daddy or Rosalie and have her more responsible relations fix everything for her. She wasn't sure that she could remember one single time in her life akin to this, where she was completely and utterly alone in her mistake--this wasn't just any mistake, Joy already knew that Daddy wouldn't find this mistake amusing in the least, and her sister had already made it clear that if she had made it, she wanted nothing to do with it.

A part of her wanted to blame Rosalie more than anything for this, because she was the one that had suspected in the first place, she was the one who bought her the test and forced her to take it and the irrational part of her brain was yelling that her sister had somehow magically caused this baby to appear and it was all some jealous plan to overtake their father's good favor. Joy knew that she couldn't keep such an insane idea in her mind for long... but it sure as hell felt good for tonight.

Throwing back the remainder of the amber liquid in her glass, she flopped down on the couch in their living room. Their living room, it was funny, because there wouldn't be a 'their' living room once Rosie came home tonight--that's right, what time was it? Okay, only three, fine, she had hours to sober up and hide the firewhiskey before she came home. Rosalie wouldn't like it if she saw that her baby sister, who was carrying a baby, was laying around and drowning her woes.

Pfft, Joy didn't know why she cared about what her sister thought. It was just ridiculous, obviously she didn't care about Joy, so why should Joy care about her? It was ridiculous--ridiculous like how the bottle was already empty and when had the finished all of that? Ugh, it didn't matter, she was so drowsy, she should just go to sleep, maybe when she woke up it'd all turn out to be a bad dream...

18; flustered

"Oh my god, do I--do I look alright? I mean, is my hair straight? Is my skirt wrinkled? I--FINN, THIS IS IMPORTANT!"

Joy smacked Finn on the arm--a call to which he finally responded with an agitated grunt--and glared at him as he finally turned back to look watch her fiddle with her appearance. "I. Need. An. Opinion."

"It's just Caden, Jaysus."

Her eyes widened in exasperation at his casual tone. He had to be kidding, how could he be acting like meeting Caden Flint was just nothing? It was... it was Caden Flint, for the love of all things holy! How could Finn be his best friend and not understand what a big deal he was, how unbelievably sexy he--okay no, that would have just been strange, but well, how could he not at least understand that every last female on earth thought he was unbelievably sexy? If he kept this whole casual thing up and didn't give her an answer soon, she was going to hypervenilate and then this baby would be gone too because she would be dead, not to say that Caden's presence wouldn't kill her anyway but! But!

But!!

"It's not just Caden!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm to shake him. "It's Caden! He's like! He's a Quidditch player! And he's gorgeous! And he's famous! And he's--"

"Oy! What the hell am I, then?"

"...not Caden Flint?"

Finn smacked a hand to his forehead and as he heard the locker room door open, prepared for the inevitable onslaught of girly squeals. He had made a very big mistake in letting Joy come along.

20; maternal love

Joy removed her hands from her face to look at the teenager laying in the hospital bed, but closed her eyes and replaced them quickly, shaking her head again and again. The blond giant that she called her son had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a blush evident on his cheeks even despite his face's greenish tint.

"Ohhhh Cormac, oh you've really outdone yourself this time," she moaned, mostly to herself.

He groaned and looked off in the other direction. He really bloody hated it when his mum got like this about him. "It's not a big deal," he muttered begrudgingly. "It was just a dare. Just a dozen doxy eggs. I'm going to be fine.."

That certainly caused Joy to come out of her self-protective little world, and when the two identical pairs of eyes met, Cormac knew that he had just said something very, very wrong.

"Just a dozen doxy eggs! Just a bloody dozen doxy eggs!? You poisoned yourself, Cormac Gianni McLaggen, and yes, that is MOST CERTAINLY a BIG. DEAL!" She ignored--or didn't hear, one or the other--Madam Pomfrey's annoyed hiss to tone her voice down, and gripped the bed sheets with her hands. "I should--beat you upside the head, you stupid, stupid little boy!"

Merlin's saggy left nut, he hoped none of his friends were still hanging around and listening in on this, because even without that factoring into the situation he was turning a deep crimson. There was something about his mum when she got mad at him or worried about him---or both like now; that was the very worst--that really got to him, and unfortunately for him, those things seemed to happen more frequently the older he got.

Cormac scoffed, although not really feeling the action, and tightened his arms further across his chest. "Whatever. I don't know why you came if you were just gonna holler at me. I could do without it, to be honest."

Before he knew what happened, before he even finished his last sentence, Cormac felt himself being pulled forward, and he felt his mum's hands on either of his cheeks. He blinked as he realized that he was only about a foot away from her face now as she stared intensely down at him, eyes locked on his.

Oh dear, he'd said something wrong again, he could feel it.

"Because," Joy's voice choked out. "Even though you're an idiot ninety-nine percent of the time and make me want to scream and pull my hair out and are the cause of every terrible premature wrinkle I'll ever get, I love you. So just---get over yourself, because you're my son and I'm here and I get to be upset and yell at you because you just scared the ever-loving crap out of me."

Cormac blinked, wondering if this was really his mother talking or not. She'd been serious before, maybe once or twice in her life, but never this absolutely serious, like--like she was speaking complete and inescapable fact. It scared him a little, to be honest, but it also hit him somewhere deep, and by the time she had released him, all he could do was sink back into the pillows and stare at the ceiling, feeling indescribably deflated of whatever he'd been feeling before.

"Fine," he muttered out, voice void of his usual defiance and arrogance. Tentatively, he reached out, fingers enveloping her much smaller hand. "Fine."

21; first year

"Miss Diserafino, if you are under the impression that my classroom is of better use as a social arena and hair salon rather than a place of learning, you may excuse yourself now!"

A stab of fear striking her and a tiny 'meep!' escaping the eleven-year-old Gryffindor's lips at Professor Sprout's exclamation, Joy immediately jumped back around to proper position in her seat, leaving her back to Giada Vance. Her hands folded themselves in her lap and she stared down at the dingy, rusty tabletop that was her workspace in Greenhouse Three with a deep blush on her face as the rest of the class laughed quietly at the professor's chastisement of the small blonde.

Maybe it was stupid, but Joy was scared of getting in trouble with her professors, despite doing it often. All the prefects went around warning all the time about how if the teachers got too fed up with some troublesome little firstie, they liked to throw you in the Lake and give you to the Giant Squid--or worse, they would expel you and then you wouldn't be able to use your magic because there would be no more Hogwarts and there would be no more anything magical and for her that meant that there would be no more Rosalie and she had just gotten to know her sister and she didn't want to not have her anymore and what if they decided she wasn't fit out for this school at all since she had grown up as a Muggle and maybe they'd take away her magic and she didn't even know if they could do that, but she didn't really know anything yet, all of this was so new and--

--"Miss Diserafino, I told you to stop making noi--" The professor's voice paused at seeing that the noise that was coming from the Gryffindor was not this time due to whispering to a friend, but to tears. Oi, first years. They were a load of trouble, especially the ones like this. "Miss Diserafino, are you quite alright?"

Joy shook her head quickly back and forth and Professor Sprout sighed in a very thinly veiled annoyance. "Would you like to step outside for a--?"

Before her question was even finished, the tiny girl was out of her chair (knocking it over in the process), and racing out of the greenhouses and down the corridors, pigtails flying behind her. She wanted Rosalie.

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