Inspired by casira

[nny]

So what would your boggart be?

And your patronus?

I'm tempted to say that my boggart would take the form of a huge rubber band ball, covered in a combination of vaseline and golden syrup, and wearing toesocks. *shudders*

Honestly, though? I don't know. I get most scared by things I can't see; I have a seriously active imagination, and a scrabbling noise coming from the attic is far more likely to have my squeaking and hiding than any number of monsters/zombies/caterpillars/whatever.

I think my boggart would be myself, in ten years. I would be working in a McJob, I'd have no friends, I wouldn't have told my family that I was struggling for money and I wouldn't let them visit me. I would have terminal writer's block. I'd hate my life, but be too resigned to do anything about it.

This is too easy to imagine.

And my patronus?

A furry caterpillar, called Cecil. *g*


And yourselves?

Comments

[shadiness.livejournal.com]

First, I stumbled onto your lj and decided that I really like you! So, I've added you to my friends list.
Secondly, I have to agree about the boggart. I think that the things you don't see can be the scariest. Or things that just can't be represented by a physical representation. I think for me, the scariest thing would to be trapped in my own mind in fits of paranoia. I don't see how a boggart would be able to duplicate that.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Hi- it's nice to meet you. *g*

Yeah- most of my fears are impossible to represent in a physical form. I just went for one that was easy to "show". In actuality I'm scared of loads more things in the way of memory loss, loneliness, desertion, helplessness... I guess that's life.

Sorry this is such a depressive introduction to my LJ. =)

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

With the way LJ is acting tonight, I'm tempted to say my boggart would be a computer monitor reading "The Page Cannot Be Displayed".

Seriously... well, my greatest fear is of things that fall out of the sky: meteors, missiles, UFOs, airplanes (especially if I'm on it), the moon (well, I've got this fear that it could happen)... But that would be difficult for a boggart to represent. So I think I'll say a nuclear device (ie, bomb) with a timer counting down.

My patronus: A huge white tiger.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Yes on the bomb front. Definitely.

Nuclear bombs are a fear of mine, but not so much the blast as dying slowly of radiation poisoning after. So yeah- another boggart possibility for me would be a mushroom cloud on the horizon...

[casira.livejournal.com]

lol.... Cecil! I love it. :)

(And for the record, I like caterpillars. :)

I'm not sure what my boggart or Patronus would be, really. Would have to think about that one for a while. My fears are all so abstract it would be difficult to pin down what anything would literally transform into.....

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

a huge rubber band ball, covered in a combination of vaseline and golden syrup, and wearing toesocks.

Substitute a ball of dryer lint for the rubber band ball, swap ketchup and chalk dust for the vaseline/golden syrup, and keep the toe socks- hey, we practically have identical would-be boggarts!

In all seriousness, though, it'd probably be some internal organ. I can't abide looking at innards! And as for a patronus, that's tough. Maybe a trustworthy contractor?

[idlerat.livejournal.com]

Oh man, what a boggart that is.

At the risk of... is it TMI if it's just vague and weird and boring? The other night I had a patronus like experience. I was just falling asleep and I suddenly woke back up, and I had this fleeting sense of overwhelming well-being, and the impression that somehow I was having an emotional memory of every moment of feeling truly happy that I had ever experienced, of whatever those moments had in common. Which disappeared instantly. But the funny thing was, I had the impression that I passed through this feeling every time I fell asleep, that the feeling was in fact identical to falling asleep, but that I always forgot it by the time I woke up.

[ashen_key]

My boggart would be the feeling of being in small, dark, cramped space, being unable to breath, for all eternity. Possibly with spiders mixed in as well. I HATE spiders. It's their legs. And oh, the fact that I had a hunstman crawl up my bare back once didn't help.

Patronus? No frigging idea. Possibly a leopard.