Silas Xavier

[Silas Xavier]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Silas Elijah Xavier

Birthday: 1st January, 1929

Hometown: Gateshead Manor (Main House) – Corringham, Essex

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring/Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Charms

Year (pick two): Sixth (Preferred), Fifth

Biography:
He was four and unsure, having realized that the reason his mother cried softly at night and woke up with dark circles under her eyes wasn’t because of the messy drawings he left on the walls, but because of the man that refused to acknowledge them.

He was five and guilty, as he was sent home with another letter blaming him for the sudden mishaps that occurred around the classroom during his tantrums.

He was six and unafraid, hanging from the highest bar of the jungle gym, blissfully unaware of the blades of grass that swayed with every twist of his pudgy legs below him.

He was seven and proud, as he shoved his trophy at the face of the man who claimed to be his mother’s newest boyfriend. He’d be gone by the morning, and his mother would be as heartbroken as the last, but, still, the attention was nice.

He was eight and terrified, having wandered the city on the morning of his eighth birthday in search of his mother, and neighbor, and the old lady who sold his favorite scones across the street. 1974 was not starting out as he’d planned.

He was eight and four months when his father found him, fighting for the last stretch of blanket against the newest round of kids to enter the orphanage. 

He was nine and uncomfortable, but slowly acclimating to the life of a bastard child.

He was ten and sore, as his step-mother’s cane came down on the backs of his knees for daring to sit beside his father at the table when “the servants sat in the kitchen.”

He was eleven and relieved, as he was told he was being sent to a different school than his half-siblings.

He was twelve and enraged, as his fist collided with his half-brother’s nose in a sickening crack. It seemed Durmstrang had taught him something Hogwarts had failed to teach them: respect.

He was thirteen and cocky, as he stared at the girl from across the room, knowing full well what she’d done with him behind her boyfriend’s back.

He was fourteen and trapped, as the third boyfriend that year cornered him with his friends, jumping him for the actions of a girlfriend he could barely control.

He was nearly fifteen when he’d had to explain to his father why he was kicked out for disorderly conduct, and fifteen when he met Addie Ross.

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House Request: Slytherin

Personality: Abusive and opportunistic, he thrives on the mistakes and weaknesses of others to make himself seem higher. He does everything with a purpose and never has anyone been able to catch him doing something he was forced into. A liar, a cheat, coarse and compulsive, and, ironically enough, ethically strict (though not morally), Silas is a rough and tumble kind of guy with no room for niceties in his life. If he wants something done, he’ll get it done, but he'll do it in his own underhanded way--ways his girlfriend, Addie Ross, typically doesn't agree with.

Appearance: His most notable features are his startlingly cerulean blue eyes. Other than that he looks like your average everyday prat. Kind of lanky, stronger than he looks, and decent height.

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“Disgusting.”

He muttered it under his breath at the pathetic display in front of him. His arm remained carelessly slung around the slim waist of his companion – Jessica, Julia, Jenny, or other – but the muscle tightened imperceptively as the fifth year came barreling out of the bushes.

Everything in him urged him to turn the two of them in the opposite direction lest the ball of snot felt like flinging towards them next. His favorite spot just behind the petunias was worth the trudge through the maze for its seclusion, but he couldn’t say it was worth the effort of dealing with what he assumed would be the ensuing distraction.

“Well, we can start with what you’ve got,” his free hand gestured vaguely to the trail leading down the boy’s nose using his own face, said face twisted into a grimace, “right there.”

“And then you can get out of the way.”

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