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Archived Applications / Nathaniel Ross
« on: 05/04/2014 at 03:23 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Nathaniel Arian Ross
Birthday: 1st Oct 1961 (1923)
Hometown: London
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): 7th, 6th
Biography:
“If you really want him that much,” His jaw clenched, face inches from his half sibling and he had to remind himself again and again not to throw a punch, “Then take him. Take him. You can drag his sorry arse out of my couch and into yours.”
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Of course, Nate was sure that his daddy hadn’t always been stuck in the couch in their apartment. He was sure that his daddy was once happier. He was sure his daddy had a purpose in life once, he remembered that his daddy laughed a lot more when his mom was alive. He remembered how his daddy always seemed to smell of muffins and he remembered how Derek Ross used to be happy to see him.
Now he smelled stronger than the smell of a hospital. Now Nate called him father. And now, on nights he was sober, he didn't talk to them and on the nights that he was drunk, he talked too loud.
Nate had mixed feeling upon receiving his Hogwarts letter. He expected to receive it, as both his parents were wizards, as both of them attended Hogwarts. But on the other hand, he didn’t know if he could leave his sister alone with their father. Sure, the man had never hurt them. Technically, he hadn’t. He mostly ignored them, or forgotten that they were there. Mostly, Nate and Addie were left alone to fend for themselves.
After much convincing (of letter writings and visits from Uncle Bray and Aunty Lex), Nate finally agreed to attend Hogwarts.
The first year was quiet, mostly because he kept to himself, but partly because Noah was there. He had his group of friends, and Nate was trying his best to mind his own business, to ignore his half sibling.
The next few years went like a breeze. Faster than he could remember. It was funny how time pass so kindly and naturally when he was enjoying himself. He had learned that he enjoyed learning much more than he thought he would. Sometimes, he felt like he wanted to know everything. He wanted to look at runes and read them, he wanted to look at the sky and understand what the stars were saying, he wanted to look at the crystal and understand life.
He enjoyed learning in general but Nate excelled especially in Potions, where he would not be pressured to make rash decisions, but rather he could precisely measure and prepare every single ingredients that he would need for his potions.
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House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: Nate is usually pretty easy going though he kept to himself most of the time. He had a few friends—classmates, teammates—but he didn’t really have any close friends. Aside from the youngest Ross, Nate avoided the other Ross kids as much as he could. If he was going to make it as a healer, he needed to complete his study. And if he wanted to complete his study, he had to keep his head cool when it came to his family business.
Appearance: Nate has green eyes with brown hair like his mother but he inherited the facial structure of his father. Although he had a big appetite, he was lanky and tall, another trait he inherited from his father. He dressed mostly in his house colour—-not out of excessive loyalty but simply because he liked the colour.
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“Legend!” Nate wasn’t used to praising people, but that was a great catch. He had to admit that while he wanted to be a supportive brother to Jackson, he was a little hesitant when the younger boy was proposed as the solution to their seeker’s injury. He didn’t voice it out loud, that would have been mean, and Nate wasn’t particularly keen on the other options he had either, but Jackson wasn’t the most experience and Nate didn’t have much time left if he ever wanted to get his hand on the cup.
But then, against all odds and expectations, the boy went and caught the snitch as soon as the other team’s chaser dropped his quaffle. They had won only by 10 points.
“Jaa——aaackson! Jackson! Jackson!” He started a chant in the great hall with his teammates, clapping his hands with each syllable of the name. Nate could hardly remembered the last time he had this much fun. At the back of his mind, he was aware that anytime now, the other Ross-es could come and ruin the occasion, but Nate didn’t let that stop himself. After all, they finally had the cup. Three years they tried. Three years and they finally defeated the three year in a row Champion team.
“Nate!” He turned his head at the voice, “The nurse wants you.”
He assisted in the Hospital Wing whenever he could spare a few hours between studying and quidditch. It wasn’t much, but it helped him gained some experience that he was sure he could use later on.
“I’ll be back,” He said, tapping his teammate’s shoulder and exited to the hallway. It was his day off and he wondered briefly why the nurse would want him then. A couple of scenarios ran in his head. Did he misplaced the cotton balls? Did he remember to refill the antiseptic cream? He hurried down the hallway when suddenly…
"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
Nate squinted to get a better look at the other boy. Did he knew this one or did this one just decided to be obnoxious because he could?
“Wha—-Ah.” Recognising the face and the muddy clothes, Nate could finally place the face in the right context, “You’re the boy who—“ Dropped the quaffle, he was going to say, but he managed to stop himself from it. He didn’t think anyone would like that particular label.
“You’re not a loser,” He kind of was. Maybe a little. Who dropped the quaffle on a foul shot when he was entrusted to do so in a Championship game? Surely he had trained for it? Surely the other team wouldn’t just pick the boy if they haven’t practiced the move?
“Unlucky,” Was the best explanation Nate could come up with, “You’ll be better next time.”
It was only rational to imagine that after such a big failure, the boy would not drop the quaffle again next time.
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