Tireless Dreamer

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Current Application: Anne Shirley, but I would be eternally obliged if you would call me Cordelia - It's such a lovely name. With a name like Cordelia, I can imagine that I live in a great mansion, with suitors lining up at the door, sweet words like doves on their lips. It's so romantic.
But if you must call me Anne, call me Anne spelled with an e. A-N-N-E. It's awfully unromantic, but it looks nicer, all the same.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

In the asylum, I'd imagine that the horrid stale cheese they gave was actually beautifully white, and tasted of sweet cream and honeysuckle. I've never tasted Honeysuckle, but I imagine it tastes exactly how it sounds, and melts delectably in your mouth and leaves the sweetest of aftertastes that you take with you to bed and dream about afterward.
Mrs. Hammond told me that such imaginings were an insult to the kind butcher who donated his leftover cheese to the asylum, and that I ought to feel ashamed for not appreciating what I was given. And I tired my best to feel horrid, honestly I did, but I never could because the thin slices they gave us were always harder than the ice that lined the washbowls in winter, and it tasted as if it had been left overnight in a windstorm.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

I once tried to imagine that I was an Evil Queen, but I wasn't very good at it - I couldn't bring myself to kill the Noble Knight, even if he were trying to steal away the princess who I'd hidden away in a high tower where the wind always blew harsh and bitter, without even a blanket for warmth. Diana was the princess, and she was mighty put out that I would do such a thing to her, even if it were make-believe. So the queen repented of her ways, and rescued the brave Princess for the Prince, who had been horridly wounded attempting to cross a great river, and Oh! it was Romantic...

So neither.

3. What time is it where you are?

Ten past three in the afternoon - If I were in Avonlea, Diana would be leaving shortly to visit me, and we'd walk along the Lake of Shining Waters, discussing the adventures we'd had that day and creating new ones to have the next...

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

I do not Harass.
Gilbert Blythe, however, is the King of Harassment, and I shall never forgive him for it, no matter how many times he asks. Noticing that a girl's hair is Red is bad enough, but he had the audacity to call me 'Carrots', and if he were to do it again, I surely would have no idea what I would do.
Perhaps Mr. Dumbledore and Gilbert were born of the same seed of nature? If so, the Weasleys surely must be much abused. If it is so, I think I shall create a committee to address this problem.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Marilla has often called me things that nearly broke my heart, but I have never been called useless, even if I put liniment in Mrs. Allan's cake. I'm actually really quite helpful around Green Gables, especially since Marilla has begun to lose her eyesight...

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

I can crochet the best lace on Prince Edward Island. Mrs. Lynde, who knows everyone on PEI, has said so, and she's notoriously hard to get a complement out of.