Pax Fellwater

[Pax Fellwater]

Application for Hogwarts School

→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Pax Fellwater

Birthday: June 26, 1938

Hometown: London, Bristol

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Third, First

Biography:
Five girls surrounded the beautiful boy, their soft fingers dancing across the fine seems of his clothes, picking away any loose strings, smoothing away the wrinkles, setting the thick mop of his hair so it would sit more attractively. Pax preened, enjoying every pampered moment. He had grown to love this ritual attention.

“Don’t forget to pack them emerald robes, they catch the flecks in your eyes!” motherly Maia beamed.

Vega nodded, “If you manage gettin’ away to Diagon Alley while you’re there, be sure to check out the broomsticks! I heard they’re experimentin’ with some new models.”

“Do you remember that charm to keep your cheeks rosy?” her sister Nashira added.

Alba giggled declaring that spell was only for girls, “Want me to paint your lips and eyes, too?” she teased.

Pax ignored her, but smiled at the joke. His participation in the conversation was not necessary if they could pick his dress and tidy him. And today was a travel day for the boy, a special occasion.

Pax’s mother, Fiona was the youngest of Clementine Fellwater’s four daughters, and those women were closer-knit than Egyptian cotton. They were women of the ‘70’s and everything from their bright garb to the loose way they wore their hair screamed it. They’d all had quite the time adjusting to the era at the end of the timeslip. There was no color in this new world. Fiona especially, the youngest of them and most spirited, fought hard against new social norms.

The women banded together out of convenience and necessity, intent on keeping their carefree lifestyles at least with each other, raising their families together. Fiona was unmarried and Magda, the eldest divorced. Diane and Sheila were both married, though one to a muggle (whose farm they’d retreated to in the worst parts of the ‘40s) and the other into a very old pureblood family. They were undoubtedly an odd bunch, but between the sisters war and disaster and necessity had fostered a fierce loyalty, despite uneven ideologies. And the children had been growing together seemingly as closely.

“When will you be back?” little Rana asked tentatively.

“I’ll only be gone a month, silly. You’ll hardly notice I’m gone,” but Pax gifted her with a glance, “Besides, Aunt Sheila will be here by then and you’ll have even more cousins to distract you. Think of it as trading one for three.”

“Four. Granny’s coming, too!” Vega reminded.

“Yeah, but you’re more fun than all of them,” Alba mumbled too loudly. Maia fixed her with an admonishing look.

“They’re our cousins, Alba. Don’t be wicked. ‘Sides, me and them are the oldest of us,” she gestured meaning the cousins. “We got more to worry about than entertainin’ all of yo--OH!”

Feathers flew and mad giggles burst into the air as Alba lobbed a pillow into her elder cousin’s face.

In truth, Pax wasn’t sure he was ready for the next month, even though he’d be blessedly free from Danny. Danny, his cousin, the older boy. It was only Danny, Pax and Apollo for the boys in their gaggle. Apollo was only six, too young to be more than bothersome, too old to be cute about it. But Danny was going to be a seventh year this coming term. Danny was a responsible boy near grown. Danny the know-it-all, who could tell you so much about the muggle war, and had assured Pax, when the younger had approached him after finally getting some answers about his father’s identity, that he probably didn’t need to worry about it too much because all the muggles were killing each other anyway. Danny had been Pax’s mother’s hopeful male role model for her son. Unfortunately, the boys hadn’t taken to each other.

Despite Danny’s imminent arrival, Pax thought he might prefer to stay. At least the girls would be here, and there were plenty more of them than Danny, who did his best to avoid them. But, instead Pax would be spending July with his father, a man who had indeed survived the war, but who Pax barely knew. In fact, Robert Warren Baker had only learned of his son’s existence four years prior, when Fiona had decided to finally cave to Pax’s insistence for information.

To Fiona Fellwater’s credit, there had been a great many barriers and unusual circumstances which made the secret understandable, if still unfortunate, though the only reasons Mr. Baker knew of were his war service and the circumstance of his prior marriage. Mr. Baker did not know about the secret, magical world Miss Fellwater belonged to nor the strange, temporal phenomenon her people had been a victim of. Fiona had been unaware of the distinguished sailor’s wife, though her ignorance had not lasted. Pregnant and ashamed of her own vulnerability, she’d ended the affair without word or warning, and denied the conniving hooligan even the knowledge of his son or where his mistress had vanished to. When the war picked up, she and two of her sisters fled to the country home of a third, where most of them still lived. More and more isolated, keeping the secret that was Pax became less an effort and more a habit.

Like her ignorance, though, Fiona’s spite eventually faded. And when her bright son began pestering about his mysterious origins, she found she didn’t have the heart to hide the truth from Pax, no matter how she wished to keep it from his father.

Pax met Robert first when he was nine, at the man’s office because Millie, his wife, was not yet privy to the situation. Mr. Baker’s secretary, Janice, however could hear the argument between her boss and Fiona soak through the walls and door just as clearly as Pax, and her face seemed as drawn and pale as Pax imagined Millie’s would have been. Curious.

It was the following summer, when Pax was 10 and after Millie had been included, that Pax spent his first summer. And he’d kept the tradition the past two summers as well. Now, it seemed, the trip had become an annual ritual.

But it was always uncomfortable. Strangely, not because of Millie. Though her iciness toward her husband would persist across the summers, she would not leave him, and a lack of children of her own made her oddly accepting of Pax. They bonded surprisingly well. Unlike Pax and Robert.

Mr. Baker was a manufacturer, a hard-worker and an ex-Commander of the Royal Navy. He believed in productivity and the strength of a man’s hands and character. He took Pax every day for the first week to the factory where he and his brother manufactured avionics equipment. The war had sent the industry skyrocketing. But Pax hated it there. It was impossible to stay clean. He clothes would wrinkle and stain as fine metal dust and dirt mixed with his sweat and sketched gritty lines everywhere the fabric creased. It settled under his fingernails and in the creases of his nostrils. And the noise was atrocious. The vibrations of the machines would buzz in his ears and his bones for hours. Returning home, he would bathe for an hour. He once overheard his father wondering aloud to Millie what business a boy had investing so much time and hot water to being pretty.

Pax also had to hide that he was a wizard. Neither Robert nor Millie were aware of his abilities, and maintaining the lies could be exhausting. The boy lavished in his relief as his father’s rigorous work routine distracted him from the son so different from him. Instead, Millie and he would go out. Or just he would go out. Millie did turn out to be much more lax than Fiona about the boy’s independence. A socialite herself, Mrs. Baker was only too happy to endorse his city education. Sometimes she’d take him to fancy luncheons or dinner parties, sometimes to the cinema, sometimes to a friend’s house to listen to a radio broadcast. Other times, they’d ridden the train just so Pax could see the city a “different way” Millie had said. Mostly he enjoyed these muggle outings. They had a different kind of magic to them.

London became his back yard, and with a great deal of time to himself, Pax could find relief from the drab holiday, sometimes even sneaking off to Diagon Alley. This had been especially enjoyable since he’d started attending Hogwarts, when closeby friends made prospects more interesting.

“Will you bring me something special back from London?” sweet Rana asked again. She even more than the others had a special affection for Pax.

“Ha! Then I’d have to bring something special back for everyone! By that time it’ll be you four,” he gestured to the young girl and her three sisters, “Alba’s lot,” another three, “plus Val, Danny and Beth!”

On cue all the girls began twittering affectionately, sighs of “Don’t worry ‘bout us!” “We don’t need nuthin’!” and “Think about yourself, lover!”

“We’ll all be going before September, anyway!” Maia finished pleasantly. Rana’s face fell a little, but Pax touched her gently while the others distracted themselves with talk of the new robes they’d get. He winked at her, and she knew he wouldn’t forget her.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Ravenclaw, Slytherin

Personality: Pax is whirl of dualities. At once aloof and focused, affectionate and distant, obsessive and indifferent. Unquestionably he is opportunistic, and maybe an overarching sense of survival has made the most appropriate description of him “adaptable”.

Fiona was undoubtedly his primary role model. She instilled in him a fierce curiosity and a will to match it. These features sometimes battle each other, however. His curiosity can drive him in several directions at once, and in these times Pax feels crippling indecision. However, when they work together, the boy possesses a focus that ensures he’ll find a way to get whatever he’s finally decided he wants.

Being raised in the company of so many women, Pax has come to love being loved. As his cousins and aunts dote on him, he indulges their affections. He is materialistic and vain, but observant. They also taught him (though, maybe not intentionally) the subtle art of social warfare--how important it is to read between the words someone is speaking and how to weave hidden messages into his own. Sometimes this and his creative streak bring forth a compulsion for mis-truth.

But while he craves and will seek this affection, it is a lack of close male relationships that often keeps him from reciprocating. He is kind and happy and most comfortable spending time with women, but he does not fully relate to them. He is less confident and social around men, and had trouble building relationships with other boys. Because of this, Pax often feels alone, though he’s grown very skilled at hiding it. He is competitive, but does not like open confrontation without knowing that he can win. His smaller frame has turned him toward relying more on wit and resourcefulness than physical strength to gain an upperhand.

Appearance: Pax is lean and fit, though not athletic. He is often called “pretty”. His features are delicate with a heart-shaped face, dirty blonde hair, and almond eyes the color of chocolate.



→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
__

“Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

Seriously?! Pax thought to himself. Who could help staring at such a spectacle? The boy had come careening into the peace of the gardens, chasing some specter, tramping the marigolds, the daisies, the tulips  without a care, and spewing his snot and refuse all over the warm air. Could he help Pax with something? It was highly doubtful.

Although, Pax thought the bigger boy looked like he could afford assistance.

Pax had to choke back a haughty retort, or maybe laughter. This boy was older than him, and larger. It would not do to get himself in a situation he couldn’t scrap out of. Instead, he put a mask of well-practiced indifference on, touched with just the ghost of a grin, and closed the book he’d been reading before being interrupted.

“I think I’ve got the reading down, but if your creature has wandered into somewhere tight, someone smaller might come in handy,” and he stood to his average height, beaming and covertly eyeballing the arm which had served as a tissue, ensuring it came nowhere near him. This bumbling boy would be out here shouting and sneezing and trampling so much longer without the help, and if Pax could get this over with quickly, he might have time to get back to his novel.

→ ABOUT YOU.

Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous):

Charlotte Marin and Moira Withersnap

How did you find us?:
Time, dedication and love <3

[Ella Galanis]

Dear Mr. Fellwater,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Term begins 1 September 2017. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies.

Yours sincerely,

Ella Galanis
Head of Ravenclaw