Name : Dexter Nathaniel Owens
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Year : Seventh
House : Slytherin
Ethnicity : Hawaiian.
Hair/Eye Color : Hair so black it appears blue and eyes of a light green that severly contrast his hair.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Pet : A black feline that has a limp and crooked tail. She was found as a injured stray and taken in. Fed, groomed and nursed back to health, the cat eventually grew on him as he did on her. One day, he called her by a name without even realising he picked one out. Thus, she became Rina.
Home Life : Living in the briggs of the London, where all the shady occurances take place, Dexter ended up getting into trouble very often. Pickpocketing, stealing, breaking and entering...they were all small time crimes that he had no problems commiting. Whatever kept his family off the streets, right? Because with a baby sister of 7 and a gamble addict for a mother, it fell on Dexter to keep them from being evicted yet again. So he did whatever it took to remain with a place to sleep at night and a way to keep Ella, his sister, from crying in hunger. And though his mother was no dead beat, working two (sometimes three) jobs, the money always ended up in the pockets of poker players. Marina knew she had problems, but didn't want to give up the thrill she got from gambling. It didn't matter that she loved her children because her addiction to the gamble was stronger. And it didn't matter that Marina cried and begged for the social worker to let her keep her children because that night she still ended up going to the bar for a hand at cards. The only thing that did matter to Dexter anymore was his Ella. When he first recieved his Hogwarts acceptance letter, the protective brother refused to go (not wanting to leave his sister behind). It wasn't till the owners of foster care informed Dexter that a nice, rich family was going to fund his sister's admitance to a Private school, that he gave in. Now Ella and Dex keep in close touch with plenty of letters and still see eachother over holidays.
Diving deeper : Surprisingly, even with his bleak childhood, Dexter remains optimistic. Some go as far as saying cheerful. He easily strikes conversations with strangers and can become friends with them after mere moments. It's apparent to everyone the Dexter has so much energy that he can't stand not doing anything. Which is why he frequently finds himself in detention. But no one knows that the 'energy' he seems to have endless reserves of is actually pent up emotions. Frustration, anger, sadness...any and all his feelings that are kept on lock down within himself. But unlike others, Dexter is somehow able to function with all the stress on his body and not break down or blow up. He just remains unstoppably cheerful. This causes confusion though. For no one understands how he got into Slytherin. Believe he shouldn't even be there, but the dank rooms and cold dorms make Dexter feel perfectly at home. So really, what others think of him and where he belongs doesn't matter one bit.
Taking a closer look : Dexter wandered down an alley way near his most recent home, which was deeper in the brigs than any of their previous places. His pace was a leisurely one and he walked with the confidence that only someone who knew where they were going and had all the time in the world to get there could. It was Saturday morning. And like every Saturday, the teen would casually slip into the shed behind a run down wizarding goods store. The sent of old wood and grass molested his senses, bringing back fond memories. This rickety lean-to was abandoned. Rarely did another soul even venture in the vicinity around it, making the hidden alcove the perfect meeting place.
Dexter pushed open the creaking door, having to kick the bottum of it as well. Before he even stepped in, the knowledge that someone was already waiting was made obvious by the fresh footprints in the dust the thinly coated the floor. So when Dexter slipped fully inside, only to have his vision stolen as a pair of warm hands covered his eyes, he wasn't taken by surprise.
"I thought you'd never come." Came a sliky tone. Pulling the hands away so he could turn to face the owner of the voice, Dex fought to keep his jaw hindged. Standing in the morning light was the familiar face of a well known friend. His pale skin glittered amazingly next to his own dark arms. And before he new it, the pair was wrapped in eachothers arms, making up for lost time.
This is how it always worked. Every Saturday Morning. Same place, same time. This shed was where is all began. Their secret romance, no strings attatched. Just pure physical, hormonal fun. And when they were done, it was a simple "See you next week." Then the two boys would return to their other lives. Return to dreaming of arse and chest while leaving any thoughts of the same sex behind. In that small shed kept half hidden in shadow but still partially exposed to the world.
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