Profile : Professor Selwyn

[Vixen Athena]

Head of Slytherin

☽ Nathan Jayden Selwyn ☾
☼ Thirty Seven ☼
☾ Ancient Runes ☽

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[Vixen Athena]

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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
"I wont let my family define me."
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Wary::
▒▒ A lot has changed since Jay had last stepped foot as a student in a Wizarding Academy, in Durmstrang. He is no longer the boy who did everything in his power to please those of higher standing around him. Life has forced him to open his eyes and understand that it, the world, is not in the black and white they, his pureblood family, had tried to paint out for him. There are various areas of gray, things that didn't quite fit in this box or the other.

▒▒ This may not have occurred to him had he not been forced to literally live in the shoes of another person. Live the life that people of 'lower standard' were forced to live. He had to turn the very skills he learned from his family and school in order to survive and it is for this reason why survival is one of the biggest priorities in his life. He is forced to think about what the other person may want to gain out of the situation, conversation or encounter they find themselves in. He is forced to be wary of those around him, constantly wondering what their ulterior motives are and if they are to harm him. It may not seem it but this Professor is quite cautious with everything he says and does on a day to day bases, and when it comes to the people he finds himself in contact with his reactions and thought process are no different. He is always on alert, vigilant and sometimes even waiting for the worse case scenario. . careful, cautious, watchful

Clever::
▒▒ He quickly learned during his years of Auror training that being one step ahead of your opponent could be the deciding factor in the duel. Kill or be killed is the way of an Auror and if you are not willing to put your wits behind your every action, you could inevitably be killed, maimed or, as in his case, changed. It's a trait found in many of the students he has under his wing. And clever students could prove quite the handful, especially when they took pride in their wits. He has taken it upon himself and the headmaster to ensure that the students learn to utilize their cleverness and turn it into an advantage that could save their lives or the lives of those around them. Even if it gives off the cruel sort of impression.

▒▒ Outside of work Jay has learned that almost everyone can appreciate a cleverly placed comment here or there. He will also admit that this very wit or cleverness has landed him in quite a number of curious situations, especially with those of the female sort. There seemed to be certain things that one simply does not comment on, honest or not. These situations tend to occur when he doesn't put much thought into his response, when either drunk or drowsy and typically ended with him waking up with a nasty ache or bruise the following morning. clever, artful

Patient::
▒▒ Jay will be the first to admit that unlike the very select few, he was not born with the vast amounts of patients he finds himself with today. This could very well have everything to do with his time outside of the magical world when he was forced to live a slow paced muggle-style life. But with this experience the man has learned to be patient with things and most importantly people. He is not longer clenching a fist or holding back his new-found anger when someone so much as disagreed with him or challenged him to a dominance match. There were many things he had to learn to adjust to and thanks to them he can admit to himself he is a better person for it.


▒▒ With him in control of himself and at ease with his situation he is able to go through the day with his fellow peers and not take everything as a challenge to his existence. Why during his first couple years of teaching his would like to think he left a rather good impression on the students, even with his high expectations of them. He is able to sit down and come up with different ways to explain his rather difficult and typically bland course to those who are interested. He is able to overlook some of the students in his owns House opinions of the world, namely due to their families, and the opinions of others Houses about his own. No one was right or wrong and so long as there wasn't any bullying or shenanigans going on when he was around he didn't have to be the Professor who swung detention down on the kids with his mighty hammer. tolerant, calm

Protective ::
▒▒ If there is a single thing that Jay has not been able to overcome he would have to say it was the new-found protective streak that came (apparently) as a package-deal with his new furry friend. Over the past sixteen years he has managed to tame some of the more violent ends that came after his near death experience with a were. Protectiveness was not one of them. He hadn't truly noticed how strong it was until he began teaching here at Hogwarts, because frankly prior to here he hadn't allowed himself to grow close to anyone, but whenever he came across one of his students -of any house- being verbally or physically attacked he put a halt to it on the spot. The amount of points taken or detention given was a lot more than what he was known for. And when he found himself outside of Hogwarts and happening across a duel between two wizards of any age the spells thrown to stop it were much more forceful than usual and perhaps necessary.


▒▒ It would be because of this very characteristic that would bring him back into the world of magic he was born into. Shortly after his thirty-second winter he found himself vacationing (believe it or not) in Muggle London. As it where he had felt the air spark to life and knew out of instinct that it wasn't of the friendly sort. Someone was being attacked, he had just convinced himself that the Aurors would be there in no time and to continue on his merry way when the sounds of wailing children hit his ears. It was like he was on auto-pilot watching as he threw curses left and right at the black cloaked wizards inside the house. He had just oblivated the children's memories of their mothers massacre and his appearance when the Aurors did show. He later noted to his friend who knew of his furry problem that the moment children were in danger, he would intervene. guarding, securing

Impartial::
▒▒ After being raised to hate everyone whose family chose to stop inbreeding with one another or happened to be the first magic user in their line at all, it was hard for young Jay to understand how so many people could be okay with how the world was. If you weren't of pure status then you were a no one. That form of thinking quickly changed when he found himself head to head with someone his parents had aligned themselves with...a were. Who would inevitable bring him to deaths door and then give him the curse that he had been blessed with during the Second Wizarding War. Needless to say his matter of thinking changed quickly after that.



▒▒ Now Jay is more of a person who likes to get all perspectives/sides of a story before making any sort of personal judgement. Even as Head of his House he doesn't put his students above others, he instead (for the most part) gives credit where credit is due and a lecturing when a lecture is ordered. His thoughts on blood status, mythical creatures and muggles are nothing like what they were before. Now he may not be a complete Hufflepuff when it comes to playing fair, he is (at least as far as that weird hat is concerned) a Slytherin at heart. But with his experiences and knowledge gained over his thirty plus years of life he has been able to mend, bend and even completely change his views on everything. Which allows him to do his job here at Hogwarts with much ease.fair, unprejudiced

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B I O G R A P H Y
"It wasn't always Tuxedos, Suits, Whiskey and Smokes..."
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× xxx Childhood::
▒▒▒▒ Like most children growing up, Nathan Jayden Selwyn wanted nothing more than to accepted in the eyes of his family. For as long as he could remember the expectations of him were high, but reasonable still praise was far and few between. They weren't living in London but if his memories are any indication his family were still deathly loyal to Lord Voldemort and had promised their only son to the cause the moment they found out that they were expecting.

His studies before Durmstrang revolved around anything from the basic forms of etiquette to who exactly undesirables were and what was the best means of being rid of them. Sometime around his sixth birthday while eating with another Proper family the adults were talking around the subject of the possibility of another young heir or heiress to the Family Name. He vaguely remembers his mother genuinely smiling as she talked about always wanting a daughter and his father mentioning opinion on the matter. Nathan looked at it more as another way to gain approval and praise from his parents, he would -per usual- do as he was told to take care of and teach his possible younger sibling to the best of his abilities. Sadly there was no happy ending to this tale, sometime during her final months his mother had an accident out in town while he and his father were home. The child didn't come to be leaving Nathan to continue on his road to approval on his own.

Life did what she did best and continued on, a year after the miscarriage for his eighth birthday Nathan was given a puppy Jämthund which he named Tryggve. The two were inseparable and Tryggve didn't care too much for his parents. With Tryggve at his side Nathan felt like he could do anything and got him wondering why his dearest friend cared so little for not only his parents but a lot of the people they brought around. With his best friend no more than an arms length away from him at any given time Nathan continued on his studies until the day he he left to Durmstrang.

× xxx Durmstrang::
▒▒▒▒ Durmstrang may not seem like the best school to send your child off to, given its history and it's acceptance of the Dark Arts. It wasn't a school that accepted muggles into its walls and while The Dark Lord may have come out of Hogwarts, that didn't mean all of his followers did as well. It was a dog eat dog world back during his time there, people were joining the cause left and right without so much as a second thought. Even Nathan toyed with the idea during his first year there, his family was completely for it and he only had to wait until he was out of school before he would be allowed to prove himself worthy of the mark.

With the lack of any interest in his life for the majority of his life and he entering the dreaded rebellious phase Nathan found himself spitting sarcastic, cruel and dangerous remarks against the Dark Lord and the cause whenever he could. It made his duels in class a little bit more personal, interesting and deadly. He gained attention from not only his parents but those staff members who would hate to see such a promising recruit go to waste. He had the breeding, training, aptitude and promise to change the world-- they said. As a punishment for stepping out of line they, his parents, had him kill his best and only friend, Tryggve. With that single act of reprimand his parents had unknowingly set their own son against them.

The rest of his time at Durmstrang were interesting, if nothing else. All hell was breaking out over at Hogwarts and both students and teachers alike were disappearing left and right. He hadn't noticed just how many of his fellow peers and professors were actively part of this coup. He didn't see a lot of them come back and those who did were severely looked down upon by him. He didn't get out of a personal loss due to the war, he remembers as clear as day the first time he wore an all black suite to attend his own mothers funeral. He may not have agreed with where his family stood and may have already been writing to get into the Auror program back in London, but he was human and he still maintained the mannerisms both she and his father had taught and expected out of him. This time out of respect. Everything after that seemed to go in the blink of an eye and he was on his way to Auror training right after his graduation, without so much as a whisper to his father about it.

× xxx Auror Training::
▒▒▒▒ Luckily for Jay the Auror admittance was a lot lenient by the time he passed through. It could have been easier had he been an active player during the Battle of Hogwarts, but he wasn't and therefore while his application had been picked up he was bombarded with a series of character and aptitude tests while the Ministry was digging deep into his background and records. He had been told shortly after being admitted that he had nearly been turned down the moment his name was read out but someone had insisted they at least allowed him to test and be further looked into. Jay never did learn who it was that wizard was, but he couldn't have been more grateful that they had spoken up.

Training wasn't easy even for those who had fought in the war. Because of said war the number of Aurors under the Ministry were slim and they had been in the process of building up their numbers for a couple of years. Jay managed fairly well in Concealment and Disguise with little to no problems and while he wasn't the best at it the Stealth and Tracking training was by far his favorite. He knew the moment they mentioned a Poisons and Antidotes extensive course that he was going to have problems...and problems he had. It was his most improved course but for about nine months after the first incident no one would willingly step forth and try anything he brewed. It was also during this time period where he was taught in-depth and practiced the memory charm.

While no one would go near any of his potions, his years at Durmstrang had made him quite the dueler, not the best but someone who could hold his own and think quick enough to react to almost anything they threw at him. The only flaw they found in him was his willingness to take a hit he didn't think his partner could handle, he had been told that while that had been honorable in practice if the enemy was aware of this that could prove to be his undoing. During their second year they would partner up and go on simple routine missions with a full-fledge Auror as chauffeur, of course. Nothing too interesting happened during this year and honestly he couldn't remember most of it off the top of his head. Little did he know that the following year would undo everything he had worked for: his career, life, trust in people and his views on the world.

× xxx Veränderung::
▒▒▒▒ Year three of Auror training was by far the most unexpected for Jay. He had heard about how intense it was, going out on missions pretty much on your own, having to evade trained Aurors for days taking everything you leaned into consideration. He had gotten through all of that, the beatings, the antidotes the evading...it wasn't a walk in the park but he got it done. The only thing standing between him and being an actual real-deal Auror was this last mission. The first solo mission you were assigned by other Aurors, it wasn't going to be a walk in the park like other routine missions and you wouldn't have a fellow applicant or Auror with you during it. You were to accomplish your mission standards and return then wala you were pretty much guaranteed considered an Auror. Due note that death during this stage was not uncommon in the past, you were on your own and when people get caught off guard they tend to forget to call for help. Which is highly advised if you felt your life were in danger.

To this day Jay couldn't tell you what exactly his mission standards had been, but he had completed them and was cleaning up the after effects of it when a familiar Auror appeared before him. Everything went downhill from that moment forward, the Auror was injured and Jay had gone to aid him when the sound of snapping teeth, howls and snarling bombarded his ear drums. He wasn't stupid; it was the middle of the night and he could see as clear as day, there were forests surrounding the field he was in and he had been informed of both the disappearances and remains that had been found in the surrounding areas. Jay had shot up a distress flare and activated the sigil he was issued before focusing all his attention on keeping the creatures away from his downed ally.

He had heard about the ferocity of werewolves and when he managed to kill one he knew something was completely and utterly wrong. It had just occurred to him that perhaps the two were just a ploy to keep his attention away from his injured ally. That was what wolves did was it not, distract and take out the easier target. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stand on end before he turned. And when he did he figured the body of the Auror was behind the massive creature that was obviously in charge of the smaller ones he had been fighting and he he unconsciously knew that this could very well be the end of him.

He wanted to kick himself for not realizing the ambush sooner and if he made it out of this alive he was going to respectfully step down of his candidacy. He didn't dare move, even with the second creature behind him the larger one was obviously a bigger threat to his existence. Hell the both of them were in all honestly, but he managed to kill the other ones twin meaning it was possible. He was biding his time, at most it should only take the other Aurors thirty-minutes max to reach him...he had been assigned quite a ways out and distance affected the sigil. They would know he was in trouble but not be able to locate him for a while-- the flare, well that was a call for help from anyone who may have been in the local area. He maintained eye contact with the werewolf going over everything he had been told, when a second epiphany hit him. His sigil should have warmed up within five minutes of him setting it off, telling him that his call had been heard.

It was cold to the touch. Then he was on the defensive.

He had to remind himself not to jump back, but instead dodge to the left and not give the other creature an attack of opportunity. It was when he rolled that he noticed quite the peculiar site, there were a set of robes carefully folded where he had left his comrade.

Carefully folded. That was all he could think of as he dodged left and claws rolled down his arm. Folded Carefully in a pile, he wasn't stupid but he didn't want to accept what his mind was screaming at him. So instead he carefully dodged, spun and maneuvered his way to the pile and in a swift motion swooped it up. He wasn't the most agile of beings, his body was riddled with scars at this point and he was sure that he had at least sprained his left ankle. But that didn't matter, he knew the moment the attacks grew more rushed and hurried that he had been right all along. With a quick spell the second sigil was set off and almost instantly it burned in his hand. He had been betrayed, they had been betrayed by someone they believed as their own. In that moment Jay had dodged the smaller creature who had now taken to battle but hadn't the agility to avoid the jaws of the larger one waiting for him.

Sharp teeth split, splintered and shattered the ribs they came in contact with, but at this point, with the amount of adrenaline in his veins, he didn't feel a thing.. He wasn't too sure on what scratches from a wolf did to you, but he knew at that moment that his life was no longer what it once was. He also knew that he couldn't allow anyone else to fall into this traitors jaws. So with a Sticking Charmed Sigil in hand Jay slapped his once-believed-ally across the back of the head while shoving his free hands fingers in its eye. There was a disgusting popping sound before he was set free as the creature reeled back and without so much as a second thought Jay rolled his robe off before apparating to somewhere he swore he would never return, back home.

× xxx On the run::
▒▒▒▒ His father had found him curled up next to his mothers grave the following morning. The young adult had enough strength in him to raise his hand up to his mouth when he looked up at his fathers startled expression, the robes he had shook off in his hand. The effects of his attack were quickly showing, lucky for both him and his father they had a full cycle to think about what the best course of action would be. Luckily his fathers situation helped a bit being the gentleman he was had asked to not be bothered allowed time to mourn. The two of them hadn't seen eye to eye for a long time, but the older wizard was getting into his years and whether the two of them liked it or not they were all the other had. They agreed early on that there was no way for Jay to live safely in the wizarding world. He wouldn't be able to find many who would be willing to deal with his problem, the war was too fresh and even with the new laws passed...well it was going to take time for opinions to change.

It was about a week after the incident when his father informed his only son that his mother did have a muggle estate out in Germany. Jay thought on it, inquired and did research on the area and then agreed that his mothers estate would more than likely be the most ideal place for him to stay. He had been the one to pitch completely falling out of the Wizarding World, he was already technically considered miss and possibly dead, and making a living as a Muggle. He didn't know a lot about them, but he was sure his chances of having some sort of life would be more manageable there. It took sometime to convince his father that this was the best option and ten days after the attack Jay and his father were signing muggle paperwork for Jay to settle in the estate, open a muggle bank account and make something of himself. It surprised Jay that his father had even bothered to have him registered in the muggle world, he had all sorts of things already such as; a passport, citizenship and apparently history. (schools he attended, his grades, places he lived.) The only real thing he would have to do was learn German. And thus began his life as a muggle.

He wasn't well known at first, his father had left him with a hefty amount of money in his account and put more in whenever he saw fit. Jay had never cared for living in a large estate when it was only him, but it was another thing that came with the deal of his father helping him. The staff were all muggles and had no ties what-so-ever to the wizarding world besides he and his father. He had a private tutor, nothing new there, that quickly taught him the German language and soon enough the now twenty three year old was versed enough of the muggle life to pick up a job and make do. He was the bachelor of the area and hosted parties for any occasion; he held weddings in his gardens, parties in his ballroom, hell he found himself hosting Proms and Sweet Sixteens in a number of the rooms of his estate. The only thing he asked in return was for no one to wander in the forests, he claimed that he was just trying to ensure that the animals that lived there didn't bring harm to anyone. He had acres of land and that the he was not going to simply kill them off if they were just living their lives and not killing people. So long as no one was hurt and that one rule was followed his house was open to the public.

The only real incident he had was a change after his twenty-fifth birthday. It was the first change where he felt like had some control over what they did. He had been sniffing the surrounding area, fighting the urge to maul the man who was following him; snapping pictures of him and whispering words of appreciation. The joys of having sensitive hearing. If he were to be completely honest he was posing for the man after being followed for five minutes and decided he would enjoy some hunting photos. So he took off after a small creature, he couldn't remember what it was anymore, he herded it around here and there and toyed with it. Surprisingly he found both his humane and primal side enjoying the run, but during it he had lost his bearing and ended up jumping off the side of short cliff that emptied into the nearby lake.

Then he was sinking and sinking.

The wolf had jumped into control soon after and flailed exhausting their oxygen, luckily the primal side had stepped back and accepted their fate just as the photographer pulled them out. He shook himself off and even nodded his head toward the man before retreating back into the forest. He has avoided large bodies of water since then...in both forms.

The only other notable thing about this time period in his life is that Jay charmed the hell out of a room in his estate, where he would be able to practice his magic and even brew potions if he so pleased. On the outside it would just look like a normal room and for the maids who cleaned it everything that was magical was transfigured or disguised as normal muggle knickknacks.

He had a peaceful life filled with all the whiskey, smokes and fancy clothes that he could ask for.

Life was good.


× xxx Where the Roots Lay::
▒▒▒▒ Jay found himself mostly in his mothers Library out of every other room in the estate. He would have spent full days in there had the butler not informed him when it was time to eat. During his time in there he found a number of curious books lying around every one hundreth and fiftieth spot, yes he sat there and figured out the pattern, these books were transfigured into a simple ancient looking books with text so faded you couldn't read it. Low and behold with three taps of his wand, which he kept on his person still, followed by a whispered incantation and bam~! A book full of information on all sorts of things magical, including his family. He had been going through said books for the better part of the next two years, it was a hit and miss sort of deal. You never knew what you were gonna get, when he found proof that his families origins were in, surprise surprise, London. He decided that he would visit it that following spring, but life wasn't simple...now was it?

He had stuck to the more muggle parts of the town, passing a witch or wizard here and there. He could smell the magic on them. He was interested in architecture and some the city was filled with quite peculiar muggle-built buildings.

The setting for the next series of events that would completely turn his life around: it was evening, the sun had set maybe an hour ago and the temperature as a result was beginning to drop. Jay had finished looking at the British Museum and passed 10 Downing Street when the air sparked alive. Reflexively, even after all these years, his want was in his hand, that kind of magic wasn't of the friendly sort. Jay had just convinced himself that within a matter of minutes Aurors would be there to deal with the problem, protecting the innocent was what they did. It didn't matter if they were muggle or wizard. He knew he was protective of those he was close to or who were under his ward, it was why he treated his servants in Germany like actual people and friends-- it was why he wanted to be an Auror. He wanted to defend those who couldn't defend themselves...even before the incident.

Then the next thing he knew he was no longer on the streets but instead he was standing next to a child who had wailed out for help. It was almost instinctual, protect the young, defend those who couldn't defend themselves. If it were adults wizards he would have walked onward, adult muggles he could talk himself out of. He was no good to anyone if he was dead...but apparently, if this were any indication, there was no walking away from helping a child. No talking himself out of it. It had been years since he dueled, years and he was pleased to find he still had it in him. The duel was short lived and he had just finished charming the children's memories of their mothers murder when the Aurors arrived.

The only word out of his mouth at that moment was: "Scheißkerl."

Knowing the gig was up now he went in without a fight, at this point it would have done more harm than good. So there he was, for the first time in years walking inside the Ministry of Magic. Auror A and B to his right and left, one of the two had attempted conversation but it hadn't lasted long.

He was kept pretty much within the confides of the Ministry for quite sometime; some of the wizards had wanted him shipped off, leaving his training on a dime and faking his own death. Others, the ones whose opinion mattered most to him, seemingly understood why it was both he and his recently deceased father had done what they did. He was more of a risk to those around him and would more than likely been pulled from his training anyway. Jobs were still hard to come by, there were more people open to the idea but a lot of people didn't have good experiences with werewolves. Whether it be directly from the war or from the bands of savages that were still being rounded up.

During his time in Limbo Jay had the pleasure of meeting someone who would later become the first important person in his life since he was forced to kill Tryggve. Even if he had fought to keep his distance the outcome would have been the same. Ms. Morgause was a witch working in the Ministry trying to make a name for herself. Having been away from the Wizarding World for sometime and given up a lot of his childhood studies the name hadn't instantly rung a bell. The two of them would share some tea here and talk about their experiences in London. He spoke more about what he experienced while being a tourist and skirted around the reason he was here. Not that he wanted it to be a secret, but he figured someone who worked in the Ministry would have at least heard of his current case. And frankly he didn't want to be pried for anymore information. Then he spoke about his time back in Germany and his Muggle-Like life there.

The two of them hit it off and he found himself coming back to chat with the polite and caring lady. It made his time during the case flyby that much quicker... [to be continued]

× xxx A new Chapter::
▒▒▒▒ Years 34-present Getting the hang of things..

[Vixen Athena]

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In the books I am listed as a
xxxPureblood
xxxWerewolf

That's a thing ain't it...
xxxAsexual

I wouldn't mind a little more...
✓ xxxCigarettes : He picked up this habbit back when he was living his life in the muggle world. He looks at is as quick way for him to calm himself when things start to get heated and he needs to clear his mind. He tries to always have a pack on him, just in case.
✓ xxxSelf-Control: He is a long way from where he was more than a decade ago, but there are still a few little things that will set Jay off. The best thing he can do is walk away and calm down.
✓ xxxRunning : When and where he picked this hobby up is beyond him but Jay can enjoy a nice long run. The pace varies on the day and he is known to invite people with him.
✓ xxxWhiskey: It takes quite a bit for Jay to get completely wasted, QUITE a bit. This was a hobby of his before he turned and is something he has been unable to drop since.
✓ xxxNature : Being outside the confides of four walls is heaven for Jay. He is, typically, pleasantly surprised and at peace in the many scents and sights that is nature.

And a lot less...:
✗xxxBiased Folk: Having to been forced into this situation and having a first hand experience on how the world can literally screw you over has made Jay himself less biased but less patient with those who are. He will smile and wave at you but inside he is growling.
✗xxxDark and Forbidden Arts: Having been an Auror for a short time himself and lived through a couple of the nastier ended spells it goes without saying that Jay would rather wish death upon the poor sod than what they are going through. Who likes causing that kind of pain?!
✗xxxHang overs: It takes a lot for Jay to get drunk but he has tested his limits a couple of times and every time he found the amount of time taken to become fully functional (without a pepper up or any other potion) was multiplied by three. It's like waking up but worse.
✗xxxWaking up: He has gotten into the most trouble and received the sever injury because unlike the majority of the population it takes him a good couple hours to become fully functional. Fighting the wolf being the main culprit to his unnatural sluggishness in the mornings.
✗xxxFanatics: As far as Jay as concerned once people cross the line into fanaticism and extremism they tend to lose their ability to empathize with people and lose their humanity.

I'd rather die than...:

☠ xxxTurn Someone: Jay is not the man who changed him or any of those other cruel beings who lives to turn more people into their kind. He couldn't die any happier if he died without turning someone. It had taken him this long to get him to where he was, he couldn't fathom what kind of damage turning someone would bring upon him. Even if it may not have necessarily been him.

☠ xxxbe forced to Veränderung: The thought of someone having the ability to force him into the instinct and primal urged driven beast that he is constantly at war with is without a doubt one of Jay's biggest fears. He is already what some may dub a 'control freak' when it comes to most aspects of his life. This is by far Jay's hugest fear, magic was constantly changing and people were clever and sometime evil. It was only a matter of time for someone to try and not only change people but control those they changed without the need of an Alpha.

☠ xxxLose Myself : He doesn't know if it is like this with every or any other werewolf; frankly because he is not on friendly terms with the one who changed him and he hasn't formally introduced himself to the one who is in his own House, but Jay is constantly at war with the primal creature; who admittedly isn't as unpredictable and hostile as before but still can make his life hell when he sees fit.

The very fact that Jay knows he is always been there and fought for control once has been enough for him to keep his distance from people in general. With so little information on his own kind he hasn't the vaguest idea if this is normal or not and he could very well remain at war with this other half until the day he dies. Knowing that with one miscalculation on his part, he could easily find himself living through all if not most of his biggest fears.

☠ xxxSwimming: Jay found out the hard way shortly after his first somewhat controlled change that he no longer floated in bodies of water. Had it not been for the animal loving muggle who saw a wolf drowning in the lake, he would have surely died that day. It is for this reason that the Professor has avoided large bodies of waters like the plague, he was an avid and good swimming before the change but ever since that incident he hasn't bothered to tempt fate and see if it's just his wolf that can't swim.

The only good thing that came out of it was that he was now aware of a way, if absolutely necessary and as the absolute final solution, to take the wolf out.

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Wand:
13 inch
Yew
Dragon
Quite Flexible

Pet:
Guatemalan Pygmy Owl
"Jerk"

Head of Class:
Slytherin

Best Class:
Back in the day?
Charms


Worst Class:
Back in the Day?
Potions without a doubt.

Other:
If it wasn't blatantly obvious by his fears, Nathan Jayden Selwyn is petrified of the fact that he has the ability to lose control and turn on any and everyone nearby. During the full moons he trudges through class before apparating back to where he lived most of his life as a the wolf, in the forests of Germany. Depending on how bad the change he may reach out to Jacquie, for help to get him back to the school in order to make it on time to class.

Due to his furry problem Jay has furthered his training in both Charms, which always came naturally to him, and the art of Healing, which much to his dismay included vast amounts of elusive potions training. He is by far no healer but with this knowledge he is able to bounce back quicker after a change and return to his teaching duties. Though he may be more snappier, lethargic and irritable before and after the moon.

While he may seem to be in perfect health without a scratch on his body, that is not the case. Luckily part of the Auror course included Disguise and Concealment training, since Aurors find themselves constantly having to transfigure and untransfigure themselves. Jay uses this mostly as a means to hide most his scars; though there are occasions where he must drop that Transfiguration in order to concentrate on other more dire matters. Such as holding the wolf at bay or fighting for his life.

[Vixen Athena]

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G R Y F F I N D O R

① LIAM CARTER HARRIS

Jay hasn't had the pleasantry of conversing with Liam, the only information he knows about him by his own means is that he is on the Gryffindor team and at every game. His name, hobbies and the like are beyond him. The only other information he knows about the boy is what Ms. Morgause has indulged himself with during their outings. He seems to be a promising student in Charms and the way Ms. Morgause speaks fondly of Liam he has been tempted to tease, stay his tongue. Jay has an inkling that Liam is perhaps one of Ms. Morgause's if not her all time favorite student.

② KAILANI EMLIA THORNE

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③ JACKSON DEVLIN WHITE

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R A V E N C L A W

① ANWEN JESSICA GALE

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② NATHANIEL REX MCCALL

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③ PHYLICIA ELISE GRIER

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① IAN XAVIER WENSTRUP

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② BETHANY ANNE GALE

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③ SULLIVAN BLAKE PHILLIPS

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① MARTIN GABRIEL SAUNDERS

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② NEYMERIA MORGAN BLACKWOOD

As much as he hates to admit it, while Miss Blackwood is in his House he hasn't had the pleasure of meeting her in person. What he does know about her are little things her brother would share when they were out on missions, which admittedly he didn't honestly pay too much attention to at the time. From what he can gather through his record she is a bright and promising young student and straying away from the teachings of her Pureblood household...much like her brother. Jay looks forward to future encounters with her and has nothing but the highest expectations of her.

③ ALICE LYNN MARROWS

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⒈ MR. GRAY

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⒉ MS. HIGGINGTON

He may never admit it but Ms. Higgington slightly intimidates the usually calm and collected Ancient Runes instructor. It may have been his lack of honest social calls after the change or merely his own inner wolf feeling threatened by the no nonsense straight to the point woman that is Abigail. There is nothing wrong with that, he is able to maintain pleasantries with her though he doesn't honestly try to stick around for too long. She is blunt and to the point and for someone like him that can spill trouble, not that he saying the witch doesn't know how to read others but the for the exact opposite. .

⒊ MR. JOHNS

As of this point in time Mr. Johns is simply a man he may have met in passing here and there through their Auror missions. They got along fairly well and the job got done, which is what they went out there to do. Jay can trust him to have his back when they are out in the field and know that the guy knows what he is doing and if he were to be frank was more than likely in the right job field. The only thing he wishes he could get through to his sometime partner is the importance of verification and patients. Someone could get hurt if one weren't too care and the other too slow.

more to come...

⒋ MR. TARQUIN

Jay and Professor Tarquin have come to somewhat of a mutual understanding and silent agreement between them. The majority of their communication goes on via letters. As silly it may sound to anyone besides the two of them or anyone who understands the situation, it is honestly in the best interest for everyone. The only time aside of Formal Events, which even then Jay would excuse himself the moment he could do so, one or the other would even think about, nevertheless actively, physically seek-out the other would be under no less than urgent or dire circumstances.

This is of no bother to Jay, it avoids any unnecessary conflict and with his scenes it is easy for him to actively avoid the other Professor. It means keeping his ears open for any sound of Professor Tarquin along with constantly keeping track and shifting through scents in the areas he is traveling to ensure their little treaty is maintained. After the years it has become a sort of second nature to him.

⒌ MS. LOCKWOOD

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⒍ MR. SOLOMON

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⒎ MS. MORGAUSE

Little did he know just how big of an impact the, obviousl to him at the time, foreign witch working at the Ministry would have on his life. The two of them quickly became friends the year prior to him becoming the Ancient Runes Professor here at Hogwarts and he wasn't about to cut ties with someone who not only accepted him as he was (even before he could) but could also in some instances relate to him, because of a silly job. He always set aside time to ensure that he and Ms. Morgause could sit down and discuss what was going on in their lives and simply enjoy the company of another non-London native.

About two to three years back Jay had heard word that the Charms Professor would be stepping down at Hogwarts, leaving an opening that needed to be filled before the start of the next term. And the most brilliant idea came to him, he shared his discovery with Ms. Morgause and insisted that she should apply for the position. Stating that he couldn't think of anyone more qualified for the position and all she had to do was apple; but he could smell the uncertainly that flooded from her shortly there after and changed the subject, going back to this most ridiculous prank that happened that week.

He had been so busy with the moon coming up the first week of the new term and unbeknownst to him her arrival that he hadn't noted her scent prior to her being announced and had to hide his elation at the news, covering it with a mere smirk. Not only had she applied for the position, but the idiots working up top actually gave her up to the school. (He wouldn't ever tell her but that was his biggest fear, he just didn't trust most who worked for the ministry.) It proved quite difficult to keep his composure between the moon and knowing that he now had an actual friend and someone he could be himself around here at the school.

From what he understood she had always been aware of his furry little problem which would undoubtedly made his times here at Hogwarts more manageable. He had always talked with her about all the good that there was here and kept his internal struggles before and during the moon to himself. He didn't want to throw anymore of his problems onto her, but it didn't go past her after that first week luckily that change was on a Friday and he wasn't expected to be anywhere that Saturday. Since then Jay has been able to rely on Jacquie not only to further his Charms training, away from the eyes of the students of course, but also know that someone else was looking out for him when things got tough.

⒏ MS. NALCORE

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⒐ MS. DESADE

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⒑ MS. ALAFORE

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⒒ MS. BURKE

It's not uncommon to find Jay and Lyn on seldom occassions at the Three Broomsticks sharing a drink and talking about their experiences in the Muggle World. He noted pretty early on that the Muggle Studies Professors stories seem to take place namely around a bar if not surrounded by drunken flat mates. And while the two don't talk often they do tend to met up and talk their worries away when the both of them have had a rather depressing or frustrating day.

⒓ MR. EVANS

If there was ever someone Jay would believe he would find a good friend in, it would have to be Mr. Evans, Hogwarts' Herbology Professor. The man cared for those who were under his wing and they even agreed on a lot of things. What Jay seriously enjoys about the Professor is that after the first time he, Mr. Evans, inquired about personal matters and got the cold shoulder from himself for about a week. He was still there, nearby if Jay ever needed him...which while he has yet to openly admit it, Jay very much appreciates. Not wanting to burden or possible harm anyone else he holds dear, he still worries over Jacquie's help, Jay has come to the conclusion that it is for Mr. Evans' own well being to keep him at a distance. While the line is there Jay may have redrawn it a few times over the years.

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▒ Jay was about halfway through his smoke when the sounds of someone joining him reached his ears. He had to shake the feeling of how unnatural it was to not move them back to listen closer, he knew that was more of less the more animalistic side of him complaining. He was still trying to get his mind in gear, between sleep, the medication and injury it was a miracle he had this much humanity in him. Perhaps the smoke helped a bit. The wind wasn't blowing in the right direction for him to pick out who it was before said Professor spoke. When he had Jay found himself pursing his lips for a split moment before thinking better of it. If there was anyone here he would be able to manage with, who wasn't his foreign friend, it would without a doubt be the one who didn't seem to mind his bipolar tendencies and would even share a jog with him every blue moon. Perhaps Mr. Evans is just what I need to keep my mind busy. He concluded.

▒ Well, that is certainly a change in subject. If, if Jay happened to have been in furry form his ears would have been pulled back slightly at the tone itself and embarrassment. There may have been a slight glimpse grimace of guilt from the Head of Slytherin. As quick as it was there he covered it and took another drag from his cig before flicking his wand. "I'd rather not discuss that at this time." He hadn't meant it to sound as tired as it had, in his defense those medications were strong. Hella strong. The Charms he issued weren't his finest nor were they the full scope of what he usually had placed on him. Now the scars looked more like darkened skin fading into its original color, he would have to sit down and actually down some potions and get some help to look as he did on your typical day. There was a pause when Jay thought about saying something else before shaking his head and smiling for a brief moment, then with another drag he was staring back off into the horizon.

▒ Jay had every intention to sit there quietly for as long as possible, but as the seconds progressed the Professor found the adrenaline leaving him and the pain returning. With a sigh Jay finished his final drag before sitting down on the ground and rubbing the smoldering end of the cigarette in some nearby dirt. Being as he hadn't been teaching for sometime and he hadn't been informed about what exactly was going on Jay glanced over at the Herbology Professor. What exactly have I missed?" His expression flattened, he knew he had long since been leaving his fellow coworker in the dark and he knew it wasn't fair in the slightest. Jay glanced over at the man before returning his sights to the horizon, so long as he was given that option he would play the card. He was in the middle of getting over his last bout and knew that he was in no condition to be making any real decisions, he'd deferentially bring it up with Jacquie. Casually of course and see where she stood in all of those, but even her knowing made his skin crawl and his heart race. She could take care of herself, much like how Robin could himself. But still, the fear was there. Control was the only thing that had kept him not only alive this long but those around him safe, he was normally confident in this ability of his. He wanted to hit something and clenched his fist, biting the inside of his lip and glaring out waiting for the train. There were too many variables right now and apparently the School itself was in danger. What use was he here? He frankly believed he was more of a hindrance and danger to those around him and the more he thought about it the more his heart sank. Just what the hell happened?