Fabian Fenwick

[Fabian Fenwick]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Fabian Gawain Fenwick

Birthday: 16th July 1920

Hometown: Montrose, Scotland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination

Year (pick two):Seventh, Sixth

Biography:
Long legs protruded from beneath the ancient teak four poster bed, thrashing about wildly as he struggled to free his torso from beneath the gap under his bed that had once been a much more comfortable fit. His hands were wrapped tightly around a small box as he eventually managed to manoeuvre himself back towards the bottom of the bed.  He’d always been one of the smallest in his year when he was younger and hated every second it, but right then he’d have given anything to be the same size he’d been three years ago. With a last heave he pushed himself from under the bed frame, taking care to avoid any painful collision with sharp corners.

The reward for his exertion was the wooden box he clutched carefully in his hands. There was nothing special about the box to any outside observer, it was almost unadorned except for a small crest that had been carved into one side. Even close inspection wouldn’t have revealed any opening or contraption that would have opened it. To most people it was simply a block of wood, a decorative piece perhaps.

He wasn’t most people.

For him the box was everything, one of his most prized possessions second to only his wand. Of course nothing would ever be more important than his wand, he was a wizard first and everything else second. A hand reached down to his waist, quickly retrieving his wand as he blew a few longer strands of blonde from his line of sight. He needed it to expose the real importance behind the box, all it took was a single tap.
 
Click.

It was a familiar noise and soon after the panel with the crest began to slide backwards, a slight whirring noise beginning as small cogs began moving. Within a few seconds the noise stopped and the box had increased in size, its contents finally on show.

There were separate compartments each with their own item, none of which would be worth anything to anybody else. Each item meant something to him though, memories of the past or plans for the future. One by one he picked up each item inspecting it, as if it would have somehow changed since his last viewing.

A small note was stretched out and he read it for even though he now knew it from memory. It was just one of the invitations he’d received for one of Florence’s party, the very first one to be precise, stacked on top of all the others.  He had very few people he actually considered friends, but the ones he did have were generally closer to him than the majority of his family.  That probably said more about his relationship with his family than anything else though

Slowly, the invite was replaced and he plucked a severely rusted nail from the box, holding it at arm’s length between his thumb and index finger. The small piece of metal was bent out of shape and he looked at it with disgust. It had been slowly pried from a beam of wood at his grandfathers’ house during one of the ‘lessons’ the man had forced him to participate in.

He’d hated them almost as much as he hated the man.

They were meant to make him into a respectable pure-blood, one worthy of taking control of the family, yet to the blonde they’d felt more like torture. His grandfather wasn’t a nice man and the treatment he’d received while in the man’s care, had caused him to resent most of his family.

It was his mother that had eventually saved him from any further lessons, persuading his father that a placement in a muggle school would be wise. How she’d ever managed to persuade him of that he’d never know, but it had made her the one family member he actually truly cared for.

Though removal from his grandfather‘s care did nothing to subside the pressure applied to him by his other family members. Fabian had assumed it would decrease when his younger brother was born, but if anything that had just fuelled his father’s desire to push his first-born harder.

He had been the only one of his siblings to be pulled out of school the previous term. To him it was all rather unfair and didn’t really understand the reasoning behind it, but nothing good would come from arguing about it with his father. Gawain Fenwick was a strict man and his austere rules were not something that was ever to be disputed.

Soon he would be back.

Soon he would return for his final year at Hogwarts, to the one place he truly felt like he belonged. There were people there who accepted him for who he was. To him it was home and still he couldn’t wait to graduate. Graduation would bring about the day he finally become an adult and gained access to his inheritance. No longer would he have to return to the this bedroom, he would be able to start his own life away from his parents and though he knew their interference wouldn’t stop, it would be considerably easier to avoid.

This year would finally bring him some small freedom from the expectations placed on him since birth.

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If there was one thing Fabian disliked about Hogwarts it was the size of it. There were far too many sets of stairs and passageways that seemed to be hell-bent on ensuring any student trying to find their way anywhere would end up getting lost. He’d have thought he would have got the hang of it by now, but he still found himself getting misplaced from time to time.

It wasn’t if he had any place he desperately needed to be, he’d just decided to take a break from the continuous noise of the common room and escape even if just for a while from the effervescent first years. Fabian knew he’d probably been ten times worse when he was in his first year, but that didn’t excuse them. Leaving was meant to benefit the progress he was making into the essay he was currently working on, though getting lost had hindered any further work.

Sometimes he wasn’t entirely certain if he got himself lost on purpose without realising it.

He’d just given up hope on ever finding the library when he heard the call from behind him and quickly cursed under his breath. Somehow the words always sounded worse whenever they left his mouth, he suspected it had something to do with his accent. The Scottish accent was not exactly one of the most pleasing accents.

As he turned to see who had called out, he was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t anybody of authority, or at least not anyone of authority he recognised. He may not have recognised her, but she was blonde, had legs and was female so decided to at least see what it was she wanted.

All thoughts of his essay were quickly pushed aside.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

“Errr….” The question she asked caught him off guard, had they been served frogs legs at lunch? He could have sworn he’d eaten chicken. “I reckon we leave all that to those Beauxbatons lot and just keep what we have. If it’s not broke don’t fix it sorta thing.” He replied carefully, despite not even slightly caring what was served.

“What year did you say you were in?” Fabian enquired casually, trying to steer the conversation to something he’d actually find useful.

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[Elizabeth Birch-Hurst]

Mr Fenwick,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted.

Term begins 01 January 2013. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and 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. We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,

Hogwarts Headmistress