|Full name||Zachary Weiland|
|Born||2 August 1935|
|Parents||Amanda Munn (mother), Herman Munn (stepfather)|
|Wand||Pear, dragon heartstring, 11 3/4 inches, inflexible|
- Head Boy 1952-1953
- Quidditch Captain 1952-1953
- Prefect 1950-1952
- Quidditch Co-Captain 1950-1952
- Quidditch Keeper 1946-1953
- Duelling Referee 1951-1953
- Duelling Champion 1950-1951
- Duelling Finalist 1949-1951
- Hospital Wing 1946-1947
"Nope, nope, nope, nope."
Those were the words coming from his mouth as he stood there, gazing at the Hogwarts express, his mom wrapped around him like a scarf. Her plump, yet fragile little figure appeared to be waving in the wind, and the tears would have fooled everyone.
He wished they hadn't been real.
Now she was making a fool out of them both. It was not what he needed right now.
It was the wrong strategy for making him friends.
He tried to push, attempted to straighten out his arms to remove her from his immediate personal space, but the more he fought her, the stronger she got. This was where he was going to die, strangled by his mother's embrace and drowning in her tears.
His mother, Amanda, had wanted to hold him back a year. She did not want to see her dear little boy disappearing to school, to get torn apart by these wolves that were the teenage community of the wizarding world. She remembered that time of her life as the most difficult she'd been though, involving all kinds of humiliations and heart aches. She could not, however, see that her efforts to keep her little Fish safe was working against their purpose.
"But you have no father figure!"
It was the sort of nonsense that she would blurt out that, however true, made no real difference. His father, like some fathers did, had disappeared at some point in his and his mother's life. Fish had been so small he could not really remember, so he did not put that much thought into the fact, although Amanda would cry her eyes out feeling bad for not having brought him up with a proper father. No, announcing that he did not have any functional father did nothing for him in the current situation. Other than to humiliate him furter.
He stared at the people walking past, noted the way that they would pretend to look in the other direction. He was taller than his mother (who really was tiny, meaning he'd likely never become tall either), and could therefore peak over her curly head. He wished he couldn't though, because that meant that everybody could see him.
His father was/had been (it was hard to know, considering noone knew where he was) a wizard, and mother was something like half a witch (although they'd lived in muggle society, and done muggle things, except from the times when he'd caught her 'cheating' by magic), making also him half a wizard.
"I don't want you to die in the war," she continued.
"I'm not going to die!" he answered, crass and visibly annoyed - war had nothing to do with anything! She had now gone on to imagining all the worst things possible, putting himside of crazy scenarios.
"Oh, my little Fish..."
He rolled his eyes.
His ridiculous first name was directly related to his last name, which his father had left him. The combination was, in turn, a result of Amanda Whythe's ridiculous fears.
Weiland, you see, was, by his mother, interpreted as a variation of the name Wayland, the name of some mythological smith figure who got his knee caps removed by the king, who held him imprisoned on an island. In the original story, the smith kills the king's two sons and ends up sprouting (or forging?) a pair of wings, hence escaping by flying away. Amanda, however, found the name to be so heavily loaded, both in the fact that Wayland is imprisoned and hurt, and in the solution where the main person has to go the extent of killing in order to get his revenge and arrange his escape, that she decided it was necessary to create an alternative escape route.
That was how he ended up getting named Fish.
It's kind of cute too! was her argument when he brought it up, which was, honestly, quite often.
"Let me go!"
He wanted to go on that train, and far, far away, so he can make friends and be himself without having his mom on top of him (although she would surely send him weekly packages by owl, full of sweets and stuffed animals, and loads of other humiliating stuff meant for babies). Fish was really just a normal boy. A normal boy of the active, outspoken kind, rarely afraid of jumping into new adventures (craving new adventures, all things considered). He did not know it yet, but he would, soon, love and get involved in the wizarding sport of Quidditch. He liked being among people, while books were considered to be more on boring side, althoug not completely out of reach.
He was just about to start a whole new adventure.
If his mother would just let him go.
- Care of Magical Creatures (Valedictorian)
- Care of Magical Creatures (Salutatorian)
- Magical Defence
- Public Policy (Salutatorian)
- Charms (Salutatorian)
- Summoning and Conjuring
- Alchemy (IC failed)
- Muggle Studies