Lavinia- Mistress Peeve of Idiocy

You know, maybe it's something wrong with me, but I just can't seem to cut any slack at all for total morons. I try. After all, it's not their fault. They didn't walk up to the Great Order Desk of life and say "Make me a witless knucklehead". No matter how much I work at it, no matter how much I tell myself that they're part of Nature, like slugs or something, I just can't bring myself to tolerate them.

Thus, Lavinia's province is the world of idiots... fools... cretins... morons... imbeciles... the Constitutionally Clueless... the sort of people you meet every day... the sort of people you want to crush into the earth under an iron heel.

These are the people who Just Don't Get It-- just don't get anything-- no matter how many times you explain, no matter how many times they say they understand. It's not that these people are on the other side-- it's that they're not in the game. Talking to them is like swimming in oatmeal. Working with them is like trying to run through a concrete wall.

Lavinia is by nature quiet, contemplative, and slowly roused (for a peeve)... but don't underestimate her. Once in motion, she is magnificent-- a force before which the stones themselves must yield. She is unstoppable, like the tide, and storms seem to move in her eyes.