Tarango, Tamara Margo

[Tamara Margo Tarango]

last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,

Tamara Margo Tarango



" She’s got a hold on me
I need the remedy
Just to hold her would
Be a cure for me''

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with my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight

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[/i]- An Indian name meaning Spice, also Hebrew for Palm Tree
Margo - Greek meaning Pearl
Tarango - Spanish meaning one from the city of Tarragona in northeast Spain
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these dreams started singing to me out of nowhere,

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and in all my life i don't know that i ever felt so alive,

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• Rain
  
• Secrets
  
• Cooking
  
• Potions & Herbology
  
• Animals
  
• Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans
  
• Organized Messes
  
• Spices and Herbs
  
• Quidditch (only watching)
  
• Reading
  

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• Blood
  
• Cruelty
  
• Lies
  
• Death Eaters
  
• Getting Up Early
  
• Prejudice
  
• Perfection
  
• Temper tantrums
  
• Know it alls
  
• Being Alone

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• Creativity
  
• Potions
  
• Herbology
  
• Excellent Memory

weaknesses;;

• Flying
  
• Paying attention
  
• Dealing with Emotions

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• She ties her hair back in a ponytail when she becomes stressed
  
• She scratches/rubs the freckles on her shoulders when she's deep in thought
  
• She bites at her lip when she's nervous

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[/i]: Salamander (symbolizes- Secrets, Balance, Emotion, Renewal, Transition, Adaptability, and Resourcefulness)

Memory: The first time she was introduced to her mother's work as an apothecary, Tamara was hooked. After weeks of pesteringher mother for lessons, she was finally granted her wish on her 7th birthday. Her feelings of happiness were so great, having learned her mother's secrects, that she immediatly wanted to try them out. However, the only test subject she could find was her father. Whipping up a mild sleeping draught after all her mother had taught her seemed simple enough. So that afternoon she brought her father his usual cup of tea and he, being a very trusting man, gulped the whole thing down. Rowan, Tamara's mother, came in to find her husband passed out on the floor and nearly screamed. But, years of being a healer payed off and she successfully revived her husband with minimal effort. As he came to, Tamara's father remarked that he had never had a stonger drink.
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• Wood
  
• Herbs
  
• Musk
  
• Brewed Coffee

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here we are now with the falling sky,

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Rowan's parents lived in a small cottage in-the-woods-by-the-sea; on top of a cliff. To the naked muggle-eye it seemed to be near collapsing; thank goodness they were wizards. Rowan's parents new a lot a bout the area, and mainly lived off the land, showing the tricks of the trade to Rowan ever since she was young. A bit of an adventurer, Rowan left Ireland after her parents died of old age. Somehow, she ended up in London,England, where she met a handsome young bartender who took a liking to her. After almost a year of persuading, Rowan managed to convince the bartender, Ivan, to marry her. Together, they bought their apothecary shop, which they now live in above in Diagon Alley.
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The oldest of 6, Ivan was born to a life of hardship; until he recieved his Hogwarts letter. At first he couldn't believe it to be true, especially since he was the first of his muggle-born family to be accepted. Eventually, he was convinced. After graduating Hogwarts, barely; as he was not a particularly exempt student, Ivan became a bartender at the Three Broomsticks. There he met Rowan McCarthy and the rest, as they say, is history. He quit his job at the Three Broomsticks when he and his wife got married, and opened Slug and Jiggers Apothecary across the street from the Cauldron Shop in Diagon Alley.
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[/i] an old friend of her father's, he helped Tamara rebuild the Apothecary when it first burnt down, and watched over it while she went to Hogwarts. He lives in an apartment above the Leaky Cauldron, and still helps out Tamara with the running of her parent's shop. [/ul]
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and the rain, we're awakening.

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"9th floor, Department of Mysteries." chimed the elevator.

Out stepped a classy, dress-styled pump with a round toe. Followed closely by a pinstripe business skirt and matching blazer. Copper-red hair was pulled back in a tight bun as intimidating green eyes stared out from beneath eloquently styled bangs.

Yeah, right.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Tiffany stepped out of the elevator, making her way down the corridor.
Her scuffed-up heels clicking on the tiles as she made her way to the door at the end of the hall, the only door, in fact. 'Seems pointless,' she thought 'to build this long, excessive walkway for just one door.' She brushed back a couple stray strands of red-brown hair that had cleverly escaped her now-loose bun as she reached the-door-at-the-end-of-the-hall. 'Sounds ominous,' she thought with a giggle, 'Reminds you of when You-Know-Who was running around.' The smile slid slowly off her face as she remembered those dark times, times when witch turned against wizard in a blur of panic and turmoil. She was brought back to the present as the room around her started to spin. Well, not the room so much as the doors, but if she didn't pay attention she'd get lost...again. And while many of the rooms weren't that bad (once you got used to them), there were some she'd rather not revisit.

Selecting the third door to her left, she carefully opened it. 'You always have to be careful in this place,' she thought with a rueful smile, 'or you may get more than you bargined for.' The room was filled with a beautiful diamond-sparkling light, and her smile turned relieved as she realized she had choosen the right room.

The Time Room, as it was so cleverly called, was filled to the brim with clocks. Grandfather, Carriage, Pocket, you name it. In the center sat an obscenely large crystal bell jar with a small hummingbird inside. The hummingbird flew round in circles, going through its life cycle again and again; reaching its maturity, returing to it's egg, and arriving at adulthood once more.

Breaking her gaze away from the hummingbird, Tiffany walked through the innumerable mass of clocks. She made her way towards the far end, where the time-turners were located. Pushing past the glass case filled with hourglass pendants, she made her way through yet another door, this one leading into a vast, cold chamber as high as a church, filled with rows and rows of towering shelves; The Hall of Prophecies.

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credits

this app was created by donni [saressa of caution 2.0] & mae [dutchessdavi of caution 2.0]; please do not steal without crediting. lyrics used belong to their respective owners, switchfoot, and the characters belong to their respective owners as well. thank you :]

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