House : Hufflepuff
Year : 7th
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Ethnicity : Welsh
Appearance : The young man is tall for his age, around 6’4”. Though the Irish people did produce tall folk, so it's not an uncommon thing that he towers over many of the British. His hair is generaly ragged, and even when cut it still looks much like it was before.
Also, like his father before him, he began to grow facial hair the year after becoming a Hogwarts Student, though unlike his younger days, there is slightly less facial care and attention, maybe it’s got something to do with the Exams coming up. And finally, in addition to the common school Garb, he carries all his gear inside what looks like a leather Gourd, it is attached from his right shoulder to his left hip, hanging loosely over his tailbone…
Origins : Coming from the Town of Swansea, he is actually a Halfblooded Wizard. While his Father is a Wizard, his mother is a Muggle. Thier family life is a touch-and-go sort of time when family from his mother side comes to visit. For some reason she chose not to inform her family that her husband was in fact a Wizard, and magic did exist. This secrecy at the same time is also a closely guarded secret that he himself holds, not wishing to explain it to anyone, due to the amount of explaining there is, and predjudices.
Personality Quirks : He has a small problem where he can never fully express what he is feeling, particularly around times that are difficult or in highly charged situations. He usually starts to speak out with stupid and random comments and sometimes due to these comments (though harmlessly intended or even unwillingly insulting), people can begin to see him as insensitive and uncaring of their own problems. This is only a passing moment.
He has a need to double check his words and work, and will most of the time correct himself from the right, to the wrong answer…
Though strong and proud he is able to accept criticism where its due. This get's him into many a fights, but some of the smaller folk think twice later. He knows how to fight as well, his great grandfather a Boxer in the Muggle world, whom he was named after. Fisticuffs normally end in him walking away only to be giving a talking to from one of the teachers.
He does on the other end of the scale possess a good mind when it comes to knowledge, but nearly 80% of this knowledge he calls ‘Random Bits of Useless Facts’, it sometimes amazes him and the markers when the question that nearly everyone had got wrong was right on his page due to these facts, but normally the answer is scribbled out and another in its place…
Time – 5th Year
Event – O.W.L. Exams
Place – Great Hall
Slightly gagging he pulled the quill’s feather out of his mouth, its end tickling his throat in the process, it had become a thin resemblance of itself due to the amount of saliva now contained within its shape. Running it between his thumb and forefinger he attempted to remove most of it so that it wouldn’t drip onto the parchment before him. It was a distraction he didn’t need right now. Lifting his head slightly as he rubbed his fingers on his cloaks edge he noticed the professor lift his own, little Flitwick must have heard him, because he was looking in his direction. His head dropped back down as he felt the small man’s eyes scan over him. Damn it why did he have to be so nervous.
“Right, The Incantation for the summoning spell is…………. Damn it…”
He muttered quietly to himself as scratched at his beard, he hadn’t shaved it for the few weeks leading to the exam, but then again who could blame him (that or be envious of him due to the lack of fluff on their chins…), its short whiskers were a simulate to his brain, cause the next second he was writing down something, but before giving a furious motion with his quill. On the parchment were two answers, one written clearly while the other was scribbled out. The problem was the one under all that ink read Accio.
Oh well, maybe he would get half a mark for spelling it Ackio…
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Time – Summer Holidays 5th Year
Event – O.W.L. Report Card
Place – Swansea Home.
“Well now would you look at that…”
Exclaimed his father as he looked over the report, leaning over he re-explains the marking system to his wife for the fifth time since it had arrived, leaving it in her hands he came around the dining table to clap his hands over his son’s shoulders…
“You know I am proud of you, you got yourself a lot of E’s and only a couple of A’s, but there is on thing to say that is an echo of what the markers have said on their little blurb, you should not question yourself to much, apparently if you hadn’t crossed out half those answers there would have been an Owl or two for you…”
He couldn’t help but redden slightly at his father’s praise, its not often that he gives it.
“Well I don’t really understand it all, but if your father says that an E is better then an A then good work Vaany,”
His mother said as she handed over his report card, he smile widened even further as he himself looked over the report for the first time. His father was right, there were a lot of E’s…
