xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Finley Bartolomeu Archer {formerly Zeperin} xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Finzie, Finn xxxAɢᴇ: 23 xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: April 14, 2036 xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Half-Blood xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Unknown xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Aries xxxBirth Stone: Diamond/Black Diamond xxxWᴀɴᴅ: 12in Cedar with unicorn tail hair, springy with a knobbly shaft xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Nathan Kress, Taylor Kitsch
xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx
xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ: Hogwarts School xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ: Ravenclaw - Prefect xxxClass Of: 2054 xxx𝒪𝒲𝐿 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Astronomy ~ {A} xxxxx⇾Charms ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Defence Against the Dark Arts ~ {EE} xxxxx⇾Herbology ~ {A} xxxxx⇾History of Magic ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Potions ~ {P} xxxxx⇾Transfiguration ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Alchemy ~ {EE} xxxxx⇾Arithmancy ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Cursebreaking ~ {A} xxxxx⇾Music ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Mythology ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Study of Ancient Runes ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Wandless Magic Practice ~ {EE} xxxxx⇾Wizard Law ~ {O}
xxx𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Astronomy ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Charms ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Defence Against the Dark Arts ~ {O} xxxxx⇾History of Magic ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Transfiguration ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Alchemy ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Arithmancy ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Music ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Mythology ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Study of Ancient Runes ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Wandless Magic Practice ~ {O} xxxxx⇾Wizard Law ~ {O}
xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ: Music Teacher @ the Lilting Lyre, Weekend help at Magic Clips xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ: Jazz musician
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Gᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ: Finley has never exactly been open and trusting, at least not for a long while. It takes a long time for him to open up and show his true personality, so when he does, it seems like a rift in his personality. He typically keeps expressions neutral, his biggest display of emotion typically being a sigh.
xxxxx⇾Mᴏᴏᴅʏ: Teenagers always seem to be suffering somehow, and Finley often feels the effect. He often seems to be down in the dumps, though he can swing fairly rapidly too. He tries to keep under control, but it's not always easy.
xxxxx⇾Cᴜʀɪᴏᴜs: Finley loves to learn all about everything. He asks a lot of questions and gets himself into trouble by trying to squeak past rules to investigate the world.
xxxxx⇾Sᴀᴠᴀɴᴛ: Finley has always had exceptional skill with music, especially instruments. He loves music in all forms, but has extra grace with jazz.
xxxxx⇾Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ: Finley doesn't talk much, as he's realized talking doesn't tend to help him. He prefers to communicate through his music or sideways glances.
xxxxx⇾Nɪɢʜᴛ Oᴡʟ: Finley absolutely detests mornings. He is significantly more happy and relaxed in the evenings, compared to his bitter, angry morning self. He often has trouble falling asleep, simply because he loves the night.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Nighttime xxxxx⇾ Jazz xxxxx⇾ Puppies xxxxx⇾ Chess xxxxx⇾ His Trumpet
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Mornings xxxxx⇾ "Formal" Conversations xxxxx⇾ Being the Center of Attention xxxxx⇾ Cheese xxxxx⇾ Open Water
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Playing Music xxxxx⇾ Exploring xxxxx⇾ Playing Chess and other Strategy Games
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Won't speak up for himself xxxxx⇾ Terrified of Open Bodies of Water
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Become a Famous Musician xxxxx⇾ Get over his fears
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Spiders xxxxx⇾ Public Speaking
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Finley was born to a wonderful woman, or so he thought. His parents had ended a marriage following a bitter, bitter divorce, something he had no understanding of. The boy's mother was given custody, as the bulk of the divorce happened before Finley was born and she had opted not to list the man as his father. Unfortunately, she found herself rather unable to care for the child, between living expenses, daycare, and trying to pay the alimony that her husband had talked the courts into granting him. After figuring herself unable to properly pay all her debts, the woman turned to pills to help her get through working three jobs, but steadily her addiction grew worse and worse. One day, her Ex heard that she'd had troubles, and he promptly turned her into the police, earning her a stay in jail and the loss of her child. When asked if he wanted a paternity test and custody, the man denied wanting Finley, and he was instead sent away to an orphanage.
Luckily, the matron of the place seemed to rather enjoy him. She even let him barrage her with his questions! She took care of him, even getting him new clothes and combing his messy hair. She agreed to stay with him, since she worked there, so he knew she wouldn't let him be taken away. After a few weeks, he'd settled into a routine at Wool's, and even though he missed his mom quite a lot, he had to admit he liked the people that cared for him here too.
As the years went by, Finley lost quite a bit of his optimistic spirit, watching as all the younger kids would come and go, while he was passed up time and again. He turned to music after finding a (slightly rusted) old trumpet. He fell into records of old Jazz musicians and used that to pass his time. The few times he tried to make friends were skipped over, the boy being weird and isolated after years of living at the orphanage. Even the kids within Wool's seemed to avoid him. He still dreams of the day he can be free, but at this rate, he's sure that'll be his eighteenth birthday and not a day sooner.
Luckily for Finley, his thoughts were not prophecy. He was soon adopted by Chadwick Archer, the guy who always volunteered haircuts for the orphans. After a few times meeting (and a few bribes of trumpet music), the two made a friendship of sorts. Shortly thereafter, Chad asked Finley if he'd want to be adopted and the scruffy haired child agreed, glad to trade the orphanage for a flat above a hair salon. Plus, he was able to help his new dad and make a little allowance on the side. When he hit age Eleven, Chad threw him his first little birthday party, complete with chocolate cake, party hats, and of course, gifts. One of which was a letter for Hogwarts.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx During his first year, Finley wasn't too sure of himself. He did make friends with an older girl - Laurel - who also lived in Hogsmeade, which was pretty nice. He was sorted into Ravenclaw, on virtue of his intelligence and creativity, which made him feel so much more confident. As the year came, he found his skill at a few of the classes, which helped him figure that he'd do just fine here, even if he couldn't go home to see his dad very often.
In preparation for second year, Finley went to shop in Diagon. He'd brought his trumpet along to take to the music shop to make sure it was tuned perfectly. Unfortunately, on his trek, he literally ran into a set of twins. Bad enough, sure, but one of them seemed to be a total prat, which wasn't fun at all. Especially when the other mentioned they'd be going to Hogwarts that year. Honestly they just seemed exhausting. And sure enough, they were. Between fighting and just tormenting Finley, the annoying one, Chadwick, quickly became an enemy on his list. Then again, his girlfriend (in first year, what??? Finley wasn't even looking at girls yet??) Sparrow was really nice, and always tried to get Finley to break his fear and play his trumpet in front of the whole music club. Not a chance. Nope.
Third year was much the same, other than Finley being offered captainship of music club. What the what? Also his dad stepping in to threaten Chadwick when he and Cenek came to visit. Man, it was weird to have an enemy with the same name as your dad. The tail end of third year brought a devastating loss to his best friend's family, and Finley offered all the support he could muster over to Cenek, and yes, even Chadwick, despite their standing as enemies.
Fourth year wasn't too wild, though Chadwick did sorta kinda try to make amends... and friends? It was strange, but surely even the heartless could change their ways. Fifth year rolled around, with Finley being given the title of prefect. Man, that was super cool. On the downside, it meant he had to wake up super early to make the train to Hogsmeade, despite living in Hogsmeade. All in all, it seemed like the only chaos of the year was going to be prefect duties, club management, and of course, OWLs. That was until the Dramatic Breakup of Sparrow and Chadwick occurred. It seemed like even if you didn't know them, everyone in the school was suddenly divided. Luckily, Finley (somehow) managed to keep his friendships to Chadwick, Cenek, and Sparrow through the drama. He also officially came out to his friends and family as gay, even though a few noted it'd been pretty obvious.
Sixth year brought about his OWL results and a burning desire to do better in the classes he kept through NEWT level. He was also trying to adjust to the newly adopted Roxanne, who was all for calling him big brother. He wasn't sure how to handle a sibling, as he'd neve officially had one, so Chadwick invited him to the Knapp house to experience chaos. Unfortunately, the plan backfired a bit, since Finley was more than used to the chaos of little kids thanks to his years at Wools. So just one on one was a bit scary.
It also brought about a nerve-wracking surgery to restore his color vision. When he was fully recovered, Chadwick came to show him the Christmas lights in the park. While there.... Chadwick asked him out. On an actual date. Despite the shock... Finley agreed. They went on a quiet date that winter, then somehow by the time school opened back up... everyone knew. Finley trusted Cenek, so he figured his best friend probably hadn't spilled the beans, but it was weird to suddenly be in the limelight. Several people still condemned Chadwick for his treatment of Sparrow, therefore they thought Finley was stupid or even just in it for the drama.
The worst of those was Sparrow, who was both majorly disappointed and massively heartbroken by Finley's dating habits. While he tried to make amends, short of breaking up with Chadwick (because who knew where it'd go?), finally, they seemed to settle on uncomfortable silences and avoiding each other outside the couple clubs they were in. Great.
Before he could enter seventh year, Chadwick showed up at his flat, trunk in tow, telling him that his mother had kicked him out of the house for the simple fact that he was gay. While Chadwick wanted to find an inn in Hogsmeade, Finley spoke with his dad, and suddenly Chadwick was living at the Archer house. It was nice because Roxie quite liked Chadwick, and Chadwick could help babysit while the Archers were working in the salon. Once the school year started, it became time to buckle down. No way was he getting top marks if he didn't study like a fiend. Right at the top of the year, he got enlisted to help Callie deliver a guitar to Mattie, then the craziness seemed to grow. Luckily, his friends were there to help study and to help make sure he had a functional life outside the library.
Toward the end of the year, he was contracted to help after a prank gone wrong. When he went to assist, he realized he'd be working side-by-side with none other than Sparrow. It was awkward and the air was heavy, but somehow they were able to work together to help Callie, who's hair had been accidentally died about a million colors. Shortly after they saved the day, Finley sat his NEWT exams, and then he was graduated. It was all over from there. And what a wild journey it had been.
xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
After making it to adulthood, Finley got a job at the Lilting Lyre, helping teach people various instruments. He also helped at his dad's salon, more to enjoy his family's company than for the money. Plus, it was a pretty fun job. After a year, Chadwick graduated as well, then moved into Finley's flat (which was definitely purchased by Kylian, but at least Finley paid for most of the furnishings!). After living together a while, they proposed to one another, then started to set up their wedding.
On Christmas Eve, Finley and Chadwick tied the knot under the twinkly lights at Hogsmeade Park, all their family and friends around them. It was a beautiful evening. The two grew closer and closer, finally having amended with the Knapp family. They had oodles of family dinners, before starting talks on maybe having their own kids. This, they decided was a good plan. Unfortunately, it took a lot of failed attempts to make it past the doors of Wool's, but finally, the pair got their start. After awkwardly waving away the volunteers and owners (and anyone else that knew him), they met a little girl playing with some shark stuffies. It took a few times visiting, but she finally accepted them as friends, then accepted their request to adopt. A few days later and they were able to take her home.
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Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside It isn't right I gotta live in my life Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Push until you can't and then demand more You and me together, we can make it better
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#006600]Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried[/color] [color=#CD3700]Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry[/color] [color=#006600]You know you gotta get it out I can't take it[/color] [color=#CD3700]That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny[/color] [color=#006600]Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside[/color] [color=#CD3700]It isn't right I gotta live in my life[/color] [color=#006600]Gotta turn the world into your dance floor[/color] [color=#CD3700]Push until you can't and then demand more[/color] [color=#71C671]You and me together, we can make it better[/color] [/size][/align]
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Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside It isn't right I gotta live in my life Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Push until you can't and then demand more You and me together, we can make it better
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#7AA9DD]Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried[/color] [color=#00008B]Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry[/color] [color=#7AA9DD]You know you gotta get it out I can't take it[/color] [color=#00008B]That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny[/color] [color=#7AA9DD]Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside[/color] [color=#00008B]It isn't right I gotta live in my life[/color] [color=#7AA9DD]Gotta turn the world into your dance floor[/color] [color=#00008B]Push until you can't and then demand more[/color] [color=#1C86EE]You and me together, we can make it better[/color] [/size][/align]
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Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside It isn't right I gotta live in my life Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Push until you can't and then demand more You and me together, we can make it better
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#CC5500]Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried[/color] [color=#73C2FB]Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry[/color] [color=#CC5500]You know you gotta get it out I can't take it[/color] [color=#73C2FB]That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny[/color] [color=#CC5500]Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside[/color] [color=#73C2FB]It isn't right I gotta live in my life[/color] [color=#CC5500]Gotta turn the world into your dance floor[/color] [color=#73C2FB]Push until you can't and then demand more[/color] [color=#CC5500]You and me together, we can make it better[/color] [/size][/align]
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Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside It isn't right I gotta live in my life Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Push until you can't and then demand more You and me together, we can make it better
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#4973AB]Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried[/color] [color=#6E7F80]Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry[/color] [color=#4973AB]You know you gotta get it out I can't take it[/color] [color=#6E7F80]That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny[/color] [color=#4973AB]Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside[/color] [color=#6E7F80]It isn't right I gotta live in my life[/color] [color=#4973AB]Gotta turn the world into your dance floor[/color] [color=#6E7F80]Push until you can't and then demand more[/color] [color=#4973AB]You and me together, we can make it better[/color] [/size][/align]
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
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Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry You know you gotta get it out I can't take it That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside It isn't right I gotta live in my life Gotta turn the world into your dance floor Push until you can't and then demand more You and me together, we can make it better
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#120A8F]Trying hard to fight these tears. I'm crazy worried[/color] [color=#007000]Messing with my head this fear I'm so sorry[/color] [color=#120A8F]You know you gotta get it out I can't take it[/color] [color=#007000]That's what being friends about. I want to cry I can't deny[/color] [color=#120A8F]Tonight I wanna up and hide and get inside[/color] [color=#007000]It isn't right I gotta live in my life[/color] [color=#120A8F]Gotta turn the world into your dance floor[/color] [color=#007000]Push until you can't and then demand more[/color] [color=#4973AB]You and me together, we can make it better[/color] [/size][/align]
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
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I'll plead the fifth 'cause you know it's ******** the police. Sometimes it feel like I can't even control me. Gotta watch my back 'cause this look, he's tryna hold me, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep Found out she tried to take her life before I wrote this. You never really know how low someone's low is Knew her and her sister since they were both kids. It breaks my heart, I live too far to even notice Oh as of late now, I don't know what is free or what is fate now, should I stay or walk away now? If I had the choice to read the end I'd rip the page out They try to tell me who I am before they know me. Got all the signs someone next to the cold feet Been livin' fast, don't know how to take it slowly, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#000033]I'll plead the fifth 'cause you know it's ******** the police. Sometimes it feel like I can't even control me.[/color] [color=#236B8E]Gotta watch my back 'cause this look, he's tryna hold me, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep[/color] [color=#000033]Found out she tried to take her life before I wrote this. You never really know how low someone's low is[/color] [color=#236B8E]Knew her and her sister since they were both kids. It breaks my heart, I live too far to even notice[/color] [color=#000033]Oh as of late now, I don't know what is free or what is fate now, should I stay or walk away now?[/color] [color=#236B8E]If I had the choice to read the end I'd rip the page out[/color] [color=#000033]They try to tell me who I am before they know me. Got all the signs someone next to the cold feet[/color] [color=#0ABAB5]Been livin' fast, don't know how to take it slowly, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep[/color] [/size][/align]
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I'll plead the fifth 'cause you know it's ******** the police. Sometimes it feel like I can't even control me Gotta watch my back 'cause this look, he's tryna hold me, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep Found out she tried to take her life before I wrote this. You never really know how low someone's low is Knew her and her sister since they were both kids. It breaks my heart, I live too far to even notice Oh as of late now, I don't know what is free or what is fate now, should I stay or walk away now? If I had the choice to read the end I'd rip the page out They try to tell me who I am before they know me. Got all the signs someone next to the cold feet Been livin' fast, don't know how to take it slowly, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep
[/align][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/align][align=right][size=10] [color=#000033]I'll plead the fifth 'cause you know it's ******** the police. Sometimes it feel like I can't even control me[/color] [color=#236B8E]Gotta watch my back 'cause this look, he's tryna hold me, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep[/color] [color=#000033]Found out she tried to take her life before I wrote this. You never really know how low someone's low is[/color] [color=#236B8E]Knew her and her sister since they were both kids. It breaks my heart, I live too far to even notice[/color] [color=#000033]Oh as of late now, I don't know what is free or what is fate now, should I stay or walk away now?[/color] [color=#236B8E]If I had the choice to read the end I'd rip the page out[/color] [color=#000033]They try to tell me who I am before they know me. Got all the signs someone next to the cold feet[/color] [color=#0ABAB5]Been livin' fast, don't know how to take it slowly, and I can't die before I wake if I get no sleep[/color] [/size][/align]