~~ wanna get physical... physical... (heh)
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reenkaI don't know if I've ever said this, but if fandomishness is good for one thing, it is love. Your love-- our love-- for the characters-- I just totally feed on it. It's the greatest. Maya and Miss Breed and Aspen and Sister Magpie (all of whom should be fed lots of grapes & chocolate, btw)-- without you guys, I wouldn't adore Draco as much as I do, just because... yeah, I can't do it alone. The love, man. It really works, sharing affection for characters as well as the people you imagine them through and with and because of. Well, if anything, I don't tend to re-read canon of any sort, generally. But anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was... ♥.
And also... I wrote this weird physical description thing kinda randomly. I was staring at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sherant's gorgeous Harry (not to mention the H/D), so I was all warm-fuzzy and visual, and.... I dunno. Since I can't draw as well as all that (and also, I'm lazy), I kinda wrote a very (very!) detailed picture of Draco (and Harry) as I see them. Down to the pimple. Well, almost. So.
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The first thing one would notice about Draco Malfoy would be his size. He is most often seen in the company of two large, hulking boys, which would give an observer the opposite impression of him through contrast. The boy is rather thin and small for his age, not especially remarkable except for his fierce expression and somewhat unusually pale coloring. He avoids an impression of frailty mostly by possession of a certain attitude that grabs one's attention.
He has thin, sharp shoulders. The collarbones jut fiercely through, but these days they're likely to be hidden, hunched over. His Adam's apple is rather prominent on his long, thin neck. The boy's posture is very good when he realizes he's being watched, and deflates somewhat when he thinks he's alone. The boy is rarely alone, however.
He has large, knobby knees, and soft hands with long, mobile fingers and naturally neat, blunt fingernails. His fingers are probably the most naturally delicate, graceful part of him, as the rest of his body is more and more mired in the awkwardness of adolescence. He hasn't gotten them manicured or painted for him since he was a child, but he doesn't bite his nails. The boy does bite and chew and worry at the skin around them, the pads and sides of his fingers. The fingertips have little scabs on them, some recent and still red and some semi-healed.
The boy's stride is jaunty and quick, and he runs when he can get away with it. There is impatience and a sort of constant half-hidden curiosity in his manner, and his eyes are nearly always wide open unless he's feeling anxious or aggressive, when they narrow considerably. He has a sort of mercurial grace to his movements, though it is most clear when he forgets he has an audience, which he rarely does. In front of an audience, the boy's movements are exaggerated and almost grotesque, his arms moving nearly as rapidly as his mouth. When he stands still, it is often with his arms akimbo, his feet planted wide apart, his chin up and his mouth twisted in challenge.
His normal tones of voice are loud and confident, bossy, but in an engaging way. He charms people into helping him more often than he needs to threaten or cajole them. His laugh is loud but not unpleasant, though the quality of it changes depending on his company. In front of his friends, the boy's smile is sweet and charming, disarmingly free of artifice. People who'd had a chance to observe him over a period of time usually discover the boy has little real talent for subterfuge, with such an expressive face. His enemies would find him predictable while his friends would merely see it as habit, perhaps. Whatever the case, the boy is consistent.
He is rarely still. His feet are always tapping, his fingers worrying at a scrap of cloth or parchment, his eyes darting from one target to the next. The boy gives a sense of not really paying attention to anything in particular even when talking casually, until something grasps his attention fully and his whole face lights up, acquiring a new depth of expression with this new focus.
He blushes easily, being pale and thin-skinned. The veins are visible under the surface, giving his skin a faint rosy glow in patches, bluish around his wrists and his eyes. If not for the sense of frenetic energy and life surrounding him, the boy would most likely seem sickly, too thin. Instead, the boy appears to have an overabundance of health, though he eats mostly sugary things, and in great quantities.
Most people would say that his eyes are his best feature. They're large for his face, and of an unusual enough color, which vacillates between light blue and a vivid grey depending on his mood. He has long lashes, but they're barely visible, being as pale as his fine blond hair. Without the gel to hold it in place, the boy's hair would be soft and fly-away, easily getting into his eyes, though only his roommates had seen it that way in recent history. His nostrils have a habit of flaring comically under stress or when he's concentrating, and he has a habit of biting back his lower lip in a small nervous gesture a lot of times, making his wide mouth seem a lot thinner than it actually is.
His face is pale and as painfully thin as the rest of him, without a trace of babyfat or padding. His chin is narrow and pointed, and he has a large, wide forehead which gives his features a somewhat deceptive childlike appearance. His nose is small but proportionate, though pointed, and his cheekbones are high and sharp, giving a promise of a future where his current uneven boyish prettiness would perhaps truly develop into something else.
When he's truly upset, the boy gets what his fellows term "the evil eye", which turns his features instantly sour and ugly. He picks up an almost completely separate set of mannerisms, and his voice turns into a fake sort of sing-song in a weak imitation of his father. His various twitches and random movements go away almost completely, with the exception of the nerves at the corners of his eyes and his mouth. The boy's eyecolor is usually a sort of pale, washed out grey when he's having a crisis of this sort, and his walk is stiff but steady.
When not in school robes, Draco Malfoy seems to have a particular attachment to a pair of olive green slacks, which he wears with nearly everything, in all sorts of weather. And it's an open secret that he has a fondness for lounging in a set of fuzzy green pajamas with a design of brooms and golden Snitches, along with a pair of matching slippers. His wardrobe favors his House colors, though hidden among all the greens and greys, there's a surprising amount of flamboyant purples, golden yellows, reds and blacks.
--
Harry Potter's appearance doesn't draw attention to itself, but in a way, this is what's most noticeable about him. Most people would most likely be unable to pinpoint what is it that drew their eyes to the boy, until they realize it's Harry Potter, and then of course it becomes obvious.
He has a messy mop of dark hair falling all over his forehead and large, somewhat thick glasses which obscure his eyes. His manner changes depending on whether he seems to have a sense of purpose or direction, but his default state is often unobtrusive to the point of being blank. He shuffles most of the time, the hems of his over-large trousers trailing on the ground. The boy's sneakers are often untied and his head bowed, though there's a disconcertingly piercing quality to his gaze if one happens to meet it unexpectedly.
The boy gives an impression of being tightly wound, barely controlled, though there's no sense of him consciously holding something back. His grin, when it appears, is wide and completely disarming, and his eyes are direct and startling in their sheer brilliance. The highly unusual dark bottle-green color is almost secondary to the depth of expression in them, a lot of it difficult to fully name. The impression of ordinariness and even shabbiness goes away completely when one looks into his eyes, especially when they're not guarded or closed off.
When his attention is fully focused on another person, he's often found irresistible, utterly remarkable somehow. He may be said to shine, for those limited periods, but the times when he'd let down his guard and engaged in this way casually had turned more and more infrequent as he grew up. Mostly, his default expressions have started to lean towards sarcasm at best and irritation and resentment at worst.
His eyebrows and his mouth are both very mobile, and easily drawn into a scowl or an expression of puzzlement. The one thing that hadn't changed with age is the boy's obvious spirit of inquisitiveness and an active, constant interest in his surroundings. Whether or not it's apparent, he's always looking around him, always observing what's going on even if he rarely comments on it to most people.
There's always some sense that there's something not quite evident, going on behind the boy's surface expression, something that makes a lot of people take a second and a third look even though his manner may discourage it in some way. It's not a blatant sort of intelligence, however, so a casual observer would most likely underestimate it and maybe even let down their guard.
Overall he's friendly, with a sense of being easy enough to get along with, but only to an extent. His voice is soft and even and it's rather distinct, though he doesn't raise it unless he snaps and has one of his increasingly common fits of anger. His features only relax fully in the company of his two best friends, with whom he's most commonly seen laughing and conversing with. It is with them that he becomes fully animated and alive, almost as if they activate him, make him fully awake. The boy's laugh is as surprisingly warm and low as his voice, and most people who'd listen would find themselves smiling helplessly in response.
The boy's movements are casual and sloppy when he's at rest, and he tends to sprawl completely when feeling relaxed and comfortable. He doesn't appear to be self-conscious, reacting immediately and strongly to whatever stimulus he comes across. When angered or stressed, his fists clench at his sides and his eyes flash; his whole posture changes instantly, becomes ready for conflict even if he makes no threatening move. He doesn't give an initial appearance of strength, and in fact he's of obvious slight stature, but when challenged he gives off a definite sense of dangerous, tightly wound power.
He has a few semi-nervous habits, like running a hand through his tousled hair or sticking his tongue out when he concentrates. He tends to push his eyeglasses up his nose even when they're not slipping, also, with a sort of sheepish look reminiscent of the younger Harry. Most people are unaware of these things, however, since even with his notoriety, he watches a lot more than he's watched. The only time when Harry Potter is really seen as he is, rather than as that boy with the hair and the glasses and name and the scar, is when he's playing Quidditch. And then it's only through binoculars, a graceful figure that moves like a flash of lightning, fierce and unbelievably fast. Even if one doesn't care for the game, he's a pleasure to watch just because of the joy evident in his every movement in the air.
His expression is open wide, afterwards, when he stands with the Snitch held high above his head. His eyes sparkle crazily and his smile seems about to burst free of his face for those moments, his whole body seeming to still be straining upwards, up into the sky, which is probably the only thing Harry Potter really wants to watch.
~~
EDIT - Uh. So. By the way... did I get something wrong? I was trying to be directly canon-extrapolative (without any huge leaps) there and all. So if you see something off, let me know :D Or, um... not, too~:)
And also... I wrote this weird physical description thing kinda randomly. I was staring at
sherant's gorgeous Harry (not to mention the H/D), so I was all warm-fuzzy and visual, and.... I dunno. Since I can't draw as well as all that (and also, I'm lazy), I kinda wrote a very (very!) detailed picture of Draco (and Harry) as I see them. Down to the pimple. Well, almost. So.~~
The first thing one would notice about Draco Malfoy would be his size. He is most often seen in the company of two large, hulking boys, which would give an observer the opposite impression of him through contrast. The boy is rather thin and small for his age, not especially remarkable except for his fierce expression and somewhat unusually pale coloring. He avoids an impression of frailty mostly by possession of a certain attitude that grabs one's attention.
He has thin, sharp shoulders. The collarbones jut fiercely through, but these days they're likely to be hidden, hunched over. His Adam's apple is rather prominent on his long, thin neck. The boy's posture is very good when he realizes he's being watched, and deflates somewhat when he thinks he's alone. The boy is rarely alone, however.
He has large, knobby knees, and soft hands with long, mobile fingers and naturally neat, blunt fingernails. His fingers are probably the most naturally delicate, graceful part of him, as the rest of his body is more and more mired in the awkwardness of adolescence. He hasn't gotten them manicured or painted for him since he was a child, but he doesn't bite his nails. The boy does bite and chew and worry at the skin around them, the pads and sides of his fingers. The fingertips have little scabs on them, some recent and still red and some semi-healed.
The boy's stride is jaunty and quick, and he runs when he can get away with it. There is impatience and a sort of constant half-hidden curiosity in his manner, and his eyes are nearly always wide open unless he's feeling anxious or aggressive, when they narrow considerably. He has a sort of mercurial grace to his movements, though it is most clear when he forgets he has an audience, which he rarely does. In front of an audience, the boy's movements are exaggerated and almost grotesque, his arms moving nearly as rapidly as his mouth. When he stands still, it is often with his arms akimbo, his feet planted wide apart, his chin up and his mouth twisted in challenge.
His normal tones of voice are loud and confident, bossy, but in an engaging way. He charms people into helping him more often than he needs to threaten or cajole them. His laugh is loud but not unpleasant, though the quality of it changes depending on his company. In front of his friends, the boy's smile is sweet and charming, disarmingly free of artifice. People who'd had a chance to observe him over a period of time usually discover the boy has little real talent for subterfuge, with such an expressive face. His enemies would find him predictable while his friends would merely see it as habit, perhaps. Whatever the case, the boy is consistent.
He is rarely still. His feet are always tapping, his fingers worrying at a scrap of cloth or parchment, his eyes darting from one target to the next. The boy gives a sense of not really paying attention to anything in particular even when talking casually, until something grasps his attention fully and his whole face lights up, acquiring a new depth of expression with this new focus.
He blushes easily, being pale and thin-skinned. The veins are visible under the surface, giving his skin a faint rosy glow in patches, bluish around his wrists and his eyes. If not for the sense of frenetic energy and life surrounding him, the boy would most likely seem sickly, too thin. Instead, the boy appears to have an overabundance of health, though he eats mostly sugary things, and in great quantities.
Most people would say that his eyes are his best feature. They're large for his face, and of an unusual enough color, which vacillates between light blue and a vivid grey depending on his mood. He has long lashes, but they're barely visible, being as pale as his fine blond hair. Without the gel to hold it in place, the boy's hair would be soft and fly-away, easily getting into his eyes, though only his roommates had seen it that way in recent history. His nostrils have a habit of flaring comically under stress or when he's concentrating, and he has a habit of biting back his lower lip in a small nervous gesture a lot of times, making his wide mouth seem a lot thinner than it actually is.
His face is pale and as painfully thin as the rest of him, without a trace of babyfat or padding. His chin is narrow and pointed, and he has a large, wide forehead which gives his features a somewhat deceptive childlike appearance. His nose is small but proportionate, though pointed, and his cheekbones are high and sharp, giving a promise of a future where his current uneven boyish prettiness would perhaps truly develop into something else.
When he's truly upset, the boy gets what his fellows term "the evil eye", which turns his features instantly sour and ugly. He picks up an almost completely separate set of mannerisms, and his voice turns into a fake sort of sing-song in a weak imitation of his father. His various twitches and random movements go away almost completely, with the exception of the nerves at the corners of his eyes and his mouth. The boy's eyecolor is usually a sort of pale, washed out grey when he's having a crisis of this sort, and his walk is stiff but steady.
When not in school robes, Draco Malfoy seems to have a particular attachment to a pair of olive green slacks, which he wears with nearly everything, in all sorts of weather. And it's an open secret that he has a fondness for lounging in a set of fuzzy green pajamas with a design of brooms and golden Snitches, along with a pair of matching slippers. His wardrobe favors his House colors, though hidden among all the greens and greys, there's a surprising amount of flamboyant purples, golden yellows, reds and blacks.
--
Harry Potter's appearance doesn't draw attention to itself, but in a way, this is what's most noticeable about him. Most people would most likely be unable to pinpoint what is it that drew their eyes to the boy, until they realize it's Harry Potter, and then of course it becomes obvious.
He has a messy mop of dark hair falling all over his forehead and large, somewhat thick glasses which obscure his eyes. His manner changes depending on whether he seems to have a sense of purpose or direction, but his default state is often unobtrusive to the point of being blank. He shuffles most of the time, the hems of his over-large trousers trailing on the ground. The boy's sneakers are often untied and his head bowed, though there's a disconcertingly piercing quality to his gaze if one happens to meet it unexpectedly.
The boy gives an impression of being tightly wound, barely controlled, though there's no sense of him consciously holding something back. His grin, when it appears, is wide and completely disarming, and his eyes are direct and startling in their sheer brilliance. The highly unusual dark bottle-green color is almost secondary to the depth of expression in them, a lot of it difficult to fully name. The impression of ordinariness and even shabbiness goes away completely when one looks into his eyes, especially when they're not guarded or closed off.
When his attention is fully focused on another person, he's often found irresistible, utterly remarkable somehow. He may be said to shine, for those limited periods, but the times when he'd let down his guard and engaged in this way casually had turned more and more infrequent as he grew up. Mostly, his default expressions have started to lean towards sarcasm at best and irritation and resentment at worst.
His eyebrows and his mouth are both very mobile, and easily drawn into a scowl or an expression of puzzlement. The one thing that hadn't changed with age is the boy's obvious spirit of inquisitiveness and an active, constant interest in his surroundings. Whether or not it's apparent, he's always looking around him, always observing what's going on even if he rarely comments on it to most people.
There's always some sense that there's something not quite evident, going on behind the boy's surface expression, something that makes a lot of people take a second and a third look even though his manner may discourage it in some way. It's not a blatant sort of intelligence, however, so a casual observer would most likely underestimate it and maybe even let down their guard.
Overall he's friendly, with a sense of being easy enough to get along with, but only to an extent. His voice is soft and even and it's rather distinct, though he doesn't raise it unless he snaps and has one of his increasingly common fits of anger. His features only relax fully in the company of his two best friends, with whom he's most commonly seen laughing and conversing with. It is with them that he becomes fully animated and alive, almost as if they activate him, make him fully awake. The boy's laugh is as surprisingly warm and low as his voice, and most people who'd listen would find themselves smiling helplessly in response.
The boy's movements are casual and sloppy when he's at rest, and he tends to sprawl completely when feeling relaxed and comfortable. He doesn't appear to be self-conscious, reacting immediately and strongly to whatever stimulus he comes across. When angered or stressed, his fists clench at his sides and his eyes flash; his whole posture changes instantly, becomes ready for conflict even if he makes no threatening move. He doesn't give an initial appearance of strength, and in fact he's of obvious slight stature, but when challenged he gives off a definite sense of dangerous, tightly wound power.
He has a few semi-nervous habits, like running a hand through his tousled hair or sticking his tongue out when he concentrates. He tends to push his eyeglasses up his nose even when they're not slipping, also, with a sort of sheepish look reminiscent of the younger Harry. Most people are unaware of these things, however, since even with his notoriety, he watches a lot more than he's watched. The only time when Harry Potter is really seen as he is, rather than as that boy with the hair and the glasses and name and the scar, is when he's playing Quidditch. And then it's only through binoculars, a graceful figure that moves like a flash of lightning, fierce and unbelievably fast. Even if one doesn't care for the game, he's a pleasure to watch just because of the joy evident in his every movement in the air.
His expression is open wide, afterwards, when he stands with the Snitch held high above his head. His eyes sparkle crazily and his smile seems about to burst free of his face for those moments, his whole body seeming to still be straining upwards, up into the sky, which is probably the only thing Harry Potter really wants to watch.
~~
EDIT - Uh. So. By the way... did I get something wrong? I was trying to be directly canon-extrapolative (without any huge leaps) there and all. So if you see something off, let me know :D Or, um... not, too~:)
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Date: 2004-04-07 04:40 pm (UTC)But see, see... in my mind, it's like there's a mini-fandom, of just the people I choose. Heh. Once it gets over like... uh... 10 people, I get... antsy. Like... there's love, and then there are orgies and uh... me being scared.
But I'll prevail, for the force of Draco is strong within me :>