( Queenie is a natural legilimens! tl;dr? This means she can read the thoughts, and extract emotions and memories from others without needing to use the incantation Legilimens -- and sometimes without meaning to do so. If you'd prefer she'd rather not, however, please let me know and I'll be happy to accommodate you! )
( one : Fantastic Beasts and Where (else) to Find Them )
[ Queenie is no stranger to strange and somewhat fantastical creatures. She'd recently made friends with a man who had an entire case of them -- and her sister seemed to have made more-than-friends with Mr. Scamander, a thought that has Queenie giggling softly to herself as she explores the new city she's arrived in. It doesn't look much like the New York from her memories, nor does it look much like anything that's familiar to her, magical or otherwise, with vines and thick vegetation growing from seemingly everywhere. It reminds her a little of her Herbology class back during her days at Ilvermorny, although none of it looks particularly familiar and there's the slightest bit of comfort in that thought. Like she isn't nearly as far from home as she thinks she is.
What grasps a hold of her attention and pulls her out of those memories, however, is the large creature that she finds standing in the middle of a mostly deserted street. ]
Oh. Hello there, honey.
[ Her tone is soft and gentle as she approaches the creature slowly -- and currently, she wishes that Newt had finished off that book of his sooner, it might have informed her on exactly what to do (and not to do) with the large beast. Unfortunately, he hadn't and Queenie is left to make this discovery all on her own. ]
Easy, there. I'm not going to hurt you. [ Being mindful of the calf at its side, careful steps carry Queenie right up to the bison, where she looks infinitely smaller in comparison to its massive frame. But despite how large -- and somewhat intimidating -- the creature is, Queenie doesn't show even an ounce of fear as she reaches out to gently run her hand down its snout. ]
See? [ The bison lets out a huff that sends Queenie's dress rippling and pulls a quiet, melodic laugh from her. ] I told there wasn't anything to be scared of, honey.
( two : Well, that's just a bunch of phoney baloney! )
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Preferred Alias: Queenie Goldstein Marital Status: It's complicated Preferred Dating Activity: avoiding Occamy attacks Other Enjoyable Activity: accidental legilimency, baking, being not so great at most other spells, hiding the men Teenie brings home in suitcases. Pet Peeves: jinxing the toliet, being ditched after making cocoa, folks who think Hogwarts Hogwash is better than Ilvermorny, skilled occlumens, Brits and their funny accents, nosy MACUSA coworkers
[ Queenie looks positively baffled by the hologram that appears right over her head -- she's seen quite a few things in the wizard world, but she's never once seen something like this, and she's quick to assume it must be some kind of No-Maj technology.
(But this is the most advanced No-Maj tech that she's ever seen!)
She takes a few moments to read over the words, her brows eventually knitting together in disapproval the more she reads. ]
Now wait just one minute! Where did you get this from? [ She turns an expectant gaze to the demiguise at her side -- one she remembers Newt calling Dougal, but the creature continued to insist to Queenie that it was actually named Dougald, which only manages to confuse the poor witch even more. When her daemon doesn't offer up an explanation, Queenie takes matters into her own hands.
Quite literally since she's still yet to locate her wand. Or any wand, for that matter ]
Evanesco. [ Nothing happens. She puffs her cheeks, stamping one of her feet and trying with a little more conviction. Usually, spells aren't this difficult without her wand. ] Evanesco!
[ Again. Nothing. And just as she turns her gaze back to Dougald, it disappears. (Although, it's likely still standing right in the same spot, just completely invisible to her.) ]
Oh, applesauce! [ She huffs, frustrated. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Maybe this wasn't No-Maj technology at all, maybe it was nothing more than magic she'd never before seen. Her eyes turn upward as she gives another try. ] Finite Incantatum?
( three : wildcard )
( Anything that you'd like, anywhere that you'd like! Or ping unnideul for plotting things! )
Queenie Goldstein ( Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them )
[ Queenie is no stranger to strange and somewhat fantastical creatures. She'd recently made friends with a man who had an entire case of them -- and her sister seemed to have made more-than-friends with Mr. Scamander, a thought that has Queenie giggling softly to herself as she explores the new city she's arrived in. It doesn't look much like the New York from her memories, nor does it look much like anything that's familiar to her, magical or otherwise, with vines and thick vegetation growing from seemingly everywhere. It reminds her a little of her Herbology class back during her days at Ilvermorny, although none of it looks particularly familiar and there's the slightest bit of comfort in that thought. Like she isn't nearly as far from home as she thinks she is.
What grasps a hold of her attention and pulls her out of those memories, however, is the large creature that she finds standing in the middle of a mostly deserted street. ]
Oh. Hello there, honey.
[ Her tone is soft and gentle as she approaches the creature slowly -- and currently, she wishes that Newt had finished off that book of his sooner, it might have informed her on exactly what to do (and not to do) with the large beast. Unfortunately, he hadn't and Queenie is left to make this discovery all on her own. ]
Easy, there. I'm not going to hurt you. [ Being mindful of the calf at its side, careful steps carry Queenie right up to the bison, where she looks infinitely smaller in comparison to its massive frame. But despite how large -- and somewhat intimidating -- the creature is, Queenie doesn't show even an ounce of fear as she reaches out to gently run her hand down its snout. ]
See? [ The bison lets out a huff that sends Queenie's dress rippling and pulls a quiet, melodic laugh from her. ] I told there wasn't anything to be scared of, honey.
Preferred Alias: Queenie Goldstein
Marital Status: It's complicated
Preferred Dating Activity: avoiding Occamy attacks
Other Enjoyable Activity: accidental legilimency, baking, being not so great at most other spells, hiding the men Teenie brings home in suitcases.
Pet Peeves: jinxing the toliet, being ditched after making cocoa, folks who think
HogwartsHogwash is better than Ilvermorny, skilled occlumens, Brits and their funny accents, nosy MACUSA coworkers[ Queenie looks positively baffled by the hologram that appears right over her head -- she's seen quite a few things in the wizard world, but she's never once seen something like this, and she's quick to assume it must be some kind of No-Maj technology.
(But this is the most advanced No-Maj tech that she's ever seen!)
She takes a few moments to read over the words, her brows eventually knitting together in disapproval the more she reads. ]
Now wait just one minute! Where did you get this from? [ She turns an expectant gaze to the demiguise at her side -- one she remembers Newt calling Dougal, but the creature continued to insist to Queenie that it was actually named Dougald, which only manages to confuse the poor witch even more. When her daemon doesn't offer up an explanation, Queenie takes matters into her own hands.
Quite literally since she's still yet to locate her wand. Or any wand, for that matter ]
Evanesco. [ Nothing happens. She puffs her cheeks, stamping one of her feet and trying with a little more conviction. Usually, spells aren't this difficult without her wand. ] Evanesco!
[ Again. Nothing. And just as she turns her gaze back to Dougald, it disappears. (Although, it's likely still standing right in the same spot, just completely invisible to her.) ]
Oh, applesauce! [ She huffs, frustrated. Oh well, back to the drawing board. Maybe this wasn't No-Maj technology at all, maybe it was nothing more than magic she'd never before seen. Her eyes turn upward as she gives another try. ] Finite Incantatum?
( Anything that you'd like, anywhere that you'd like! Or ping