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James McCormick

    (14/02/2019 at 05:24)
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Character Name: James Othello McCormick

Gender: Male

Age: Sixteen


Trisha and Flynn Underwood-McCormick

London, England

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Tragedy had a way of following around James McCormick.

The boy had been born prematurely to halfblood mum and a muggleborn father. If that wasn't tragic enough, Trisha had barely survived the emergency procedure. But once their safety had been confirmed, it seemed that all was well in their household, despite the protests of such a unique middle name.

His early years had been fairly normal, as far as the kid could remember. That was, until the boy had turned six. That year was incredibly rough for the young McCormick. His mother, his only best friend really, had died of dragonpox that fall. Due to her abrupt and sudden death, Flynn had turned to bottles to ease his sadness. Any warmth that had been instilled within the head of household had dissipated, and ice had frozen over his heart.

From that moment on, James had been held at a distance, listening to his father's rantings of an abandoned family, and harsh cruelties he had endured. Nothing made sense, not until he had begun attending Salem. That year, he excelled in his studies, and even more, quidditch. But nothing could quite please his father. Nothing healed the sting he felt day in and day out.

Until the following summer, just before James' birthday, was his father found after been missing for a week. There was suspect of foul play, or so he found out through the eavesdropping of an aunt and uncle's conversation. After losing both of his parents, a rage began to build deep within the boy with no hope of release. But after being expelled from Salem his fifth year, he was shipped off to London to live with a stricter uncle in hopes of shaping him up into a better man before graduation.

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Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
Honestly, the day was growing annoying, even despite the radiant sun that never seemed to penetrate London's gloomy atmosphere. The breeze was just right, moving the dark tousled hair he always found his fingers combing through. The denim clad teen walked through the park, scouting out for any familiar faces from school, knowing there were several popping in and out through summer break.

Of course, there was only one blonde in particular he had truly been bent on seeing. She could never know he was looking for her, the missing piece to his tragic puzzle. But, alas, the girl could not be found at the bakery she spent her afternoons, so it would be left for another day.

Instead a little girl grasped his attention as he took a shortcut through the park. He smiled at her, the innocence he never had peering up at him.

"You shouldn't talk to strangers," James said simply, crouching down to her eye level. "Didn't your mum ever teach ya anything?"

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