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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Clarence Daniel Letterman
Birthday: July 4 1935
Hometown: London
Bloodline:Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): fifth, fourth
Biography:Clarence Letterman was born, squealing and pink-faced, on the fourth of July. This day meant nothing to him, of course, because he was British, but whenever he met someone from the States, he always got a strange look when he mentioned his birthday. ("So how do you celebrate your birthday, then?" one little boy had asked at the park, and Clarence hadn't understood at all, but replied, "With cake, obviously.") He had been a fairly normal child; born to two parents, George and Alice, (though he wasn't allowed to call them that, or Father would get mad again) and he had no siblings. That was alright, because he had plenty of cousins - only on his mother's side, because his Father was an only child. He had Yvette and Tony, Amelia and Joy. Not that any of the cousins were particularly close; especially not Joy or Yvette, who were both much older than him. (Joy by six years, Yvette by ten; on the flip side, Tony and Amelia were only one or two years older than him, but gravitated towards each other more than him.)
He was too caught up in his own life, most of the time: Father and his rages, Mother doing her very best to hide those bottles full of murky liquid (not that she was much good at it, because Father always found them, and was always the angrier for it), him just staying out of the way, lest he incensed his father even more with some clumsy accident or display of childish magic. Clarence learned quickly that he mustn't talk to anyone in the family about what happened within his home: his father was always remarkably composed outside of the home, but yelled and threw chairs and smashed bottles within.
It was also when he was ten that the Hexenreich invaded the country: his uncle Samuel was discharged from the army that summer, he remembered, and his own Father had escalated his anger for a while, having been affected in his job as an Obliviator.
When he was eleven, he got his letter to Hogwarts - his way out of the hell that was his home. He had been elated; he knew, from watching Yvette and Joy and Tony and Amelia go off to school, that Hogwarts was a safe haven. So he went, and he was Sorted, and he was happy, for once in his life, because he was learning and making friends and having fun. And sure, his cousins all ignored him for the most part, but he was alright with that. He'd learned at a young age that being ignored was generally better than being noticed, especially by those in a position of authority. Here, he wasn't overshadowed by the knowledge of his Father's rage and his mother's protection of him.
Then he went back home again, and that high came crashing down, because all good things came to an end, and he was back in his house of horrors. He wasn't permitted to go to summer camp, and he wouldn't have wanted to, either; his mother hadn't fared well without him to distract Father from raging at Mother. So he returned and became his mother's human shield instead of her doing the same for him. One day during that summer, when the heat was wafting off the cobblestones in nearly visible waves, he'd taken the Knight Bus to the Ministry while his mother was taking a nap.
He'd never forget it. July 10, 1947. Clarence Letterman became free of his Father.
But that was all a long, long time ago. These days, Clarence Letterman was a Ravenclaw a year older than everyone else in his year, because he'd failed his first year. He knew who to blame for that; Hogwarts might have been heaven for him that first year, but his Father was still scary as all hell at the time (and now, although he hadn't seen a man in what felt like eons and days simultaneously), and Clarence hadn't been able to focus.
His second stab at first year had gone alright, mostly because he'd done the material before; he'd gotten valedictorian, even. But it all went slightly downhill from there. Clarence went back to coasting along in classes, barely passing them every year, whiling his time away outside in the courtyard or watching the duellists or Quidditch players or whatever he could do to not think.
It was so much easier to waste your time than to be productive. Clarence hid in the library a lot, although not always to study. He hid in the Ravenclaw common room too, skimmed through the books there.
Exerting more than the effort required to pass had previously been anathema to Clarence for a while. He didn't know why; the motivation to do things had just been sapped out of him.
But he was going to pass all his classes, and he was going to graduate. Because that was what he was supposed to do, and Clarence Letterman did a lot of things, but he was not going backwards. He was not failing a year again.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality:Appearance:→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option two.The best part about not having classes until the afternoon was that the morning was totally free for you, and the castle hallways were mostly empty, because everyone else had morning classes.
This particular morning, Clarence had wandered out into the gardens; it was still fall, still nice, and all this would be a hell of a lot harder to see in the winter. And up here, winter lasted a long, long time.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"Clarence's head jerked up to look for the other student; judging by the voice, probably not one of the younger ones. This voice sounded angry and frustrated, but also far deeper than any eleven or twelve year old's.
The flowers in front of him parted; Clarence stepped back, already guessing that the boy was going to come through, presumably looking for either a literal rat or a person.
Then he
sneezed. And not just that, he wiped his nose on his robes instead of on a handkerchief like a normal person.
Clarence just barely stopped his face from changing expression.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.""Um." Clarence said. "Nope, but you seem like you need help. Did you lose your rat or one of your friends?"
It wasn't like he had anything better to do than help this random boy find his rat/friend.
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