Now, she was originally supposed to be a school-obsessed girl who “always got her way”, as well as a stab to the schools Roald Dahl attended as a boy, but if you read the description I gave her in the linked post, I decided to dial up her faults and behavior to eleven, to the point where I basically made her the mini-me of Agatha Trunchbull from Matilda (who was also a jab at Dahl’s teachers and headmasters). Then it hit me, “if she’s already so much like Trunchbull, why not make her related by blood to Trunchbull?” And that’s exactly what I did.
In my version, many of Dahl’s stories actually live together in a shared universe, with Matilda taking place before CatCF. As you can see by Miranda’s description in the post I linked, Ms. Trunchbull is actually her great aunt on her mother’s side, and while she may not take after her in looks, she definitely takes after her personality, including her cruelness and even strength (though, Miranda is more cold and calculating). You can also see in the character description that Ms. Trunchbull actually died prior to the events of CatCF, and that Miranda pledged to continue her work of “taking care of the maggots.”
In this piece, you can see Miranda walking down through a hall at night (I don’t know if it’s at her home or at her own school, so you decide on that), with Trunchbull’s figure coming out from Miranda’s shadow, symbolizing that while Trunchbull may be gone, her spirit lives on through her “heir”, and I can bet you that Miranda may also live by her great aunt’s rule that if she doesn’t win or things don’t go her way and things aren’t going right for her, then “you have to put it right… even if it screams.”
P.S. Miranda is supposed to be carrying a riding crop, but it ended up looking a truncheon instead. This’ll be corrected in future pics.
“They’re all mistakes, children. Filthy, nasty things. Glad I never was one.”
“I cannot, for the life of me, understand why small children take so long to grow up. I think they do it deliberately, just to annoy me.”
“I have never been able to understand why small children are so disgusting. They’re the bane of my life. They’re like insects: they should be got rid of as early as possible.”
- Ms. Trunchbull (Matilda)
For @driftnfly for 2015 Captain Swan Secret Santa gift exchange. Sorry this was a bit late, but I do hope you like it. It was wonderful getting to know you and I hope you have the merriest of Christmases!!
A series of shared Christmas dinners over the course of Emma and Killian’s lives mark the milestones of their relationship.
The first Christmas dinner they share she is 15
years old picking holes into a red and green striped vinyl tablecloth in the
dimly lit basement of the local YMCA. There are crafts, and handmade paper
chain decorations, and an earnest but slightly pathetic volunteer “Santa” in an
ill-fitting suit handing out presents from a metal folding chair.
It should feel sad and awkward, these wayward
orphaned children clutching their generic gendered gifts as if they are
precious treasures, but the basement is warm and the kids are excited and Emma
likes the lights.
It’s much better than her last Christmas
at the Owen’s where the only gift she received was a bulk holiday card with a
candy cane taped to it from her homeroom teacher, the same bulk holiday card
each and every student received that day.
Her Christmas dinner that night hadn’t been too
dry turkey covered in lumpy gravy and sticky stuffing but a microwaved bowl of
Spaghetti-o’s and one solitary chocolate covered cherry she had saved special
from the pack she lifted from the drugstore.
He is there with his volunteer older brother,
his accent surprising, and his expression sheepish, but he offers her a warm
smile and his blue eyes twinkle, and Emma blushes immediately, looking away.
Their elbows brush as they eat with plastic forks off compartmentalized
festive red plastic plates and drink slightly flat, watered down, soda from
green Solo cups.
His name is Killian she finds out, as he
shuffles, embarrassed to the front when his name is called to collect his gift,
and he is just slightly older than her. He avoids her gaze as he plops into his
seat, and picks at the paper but doesn’t open the gift, frowning down at it
through thick dark lashes instead.
So I’m sitting around, working on my illustrations, and watching Harry Potter 3. And by “watching” I mean “kind of listening while occasionally glancing up, then rewinding because I missed something.” And while looking down at my Mac, I heard it. And the “it” I heard was the voice of Ms. Trunchbull.
Yes, Aunt Marge is played by the same lady who played Ms. Trunchbull in the magnificent 1996 children’s classic film Matilda.