Foster Collins

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Foster Collins
Full nameFoster D. Collins
BornJanuary 27th 1924
BirthplaceCambridge, MA, United States
NationalityAmerican
Blood StatusHalfblood
EducationSalem Institute
ParentsVaughn and Meredith Collins


Biography

(“It could have gone better.”)

And he supposed it could have.

It was snowing; or at least that was always how the story was told. Vaughn Collins, a muggle and a growing figure in politics, stood outside of the theater. A thin cigarette dangled loosely between his long, thin fingertips. It was through the haze of the frost that a woman appeared. Short, her round cheeks and pale complexion made her look explicitly more fragile.

“Meredith,” she had told him.

Their encounter had never been anticipated as anything serious. A smile, the flutter of an eyelash; it could only mean one night. And it only took a night.

She was a pureblood, a long lineage of witches and wizards of the elitist kind. It had started with her curiosity that then developed into something casual. With a muggle this was unheard of, mostly because those who did were quickly extinguished within the family tree. Vaughn would say it was his charm that kept here there so long, Meredith would say she panicked.

“I’m pregnant.”

When Meredith first told him he was quiet for a long while until a noticeable smile curved his lips while she just stared at the floor in front of her, eyes wide and hands shaking.

It had only taken a night to create this problem and so the impulsive girl figured a night could solve it too. She left her family, although a more accurate observation would say she disappeared from it. She was there and then she was gone. Leaving was easier than having to tell them, to look at the disappointment. So she went with the muggle, what else was she to do?

Small snowy flakes dripped from the sky on a January evening, much like the night they had first met. It was on this evening that their son was born. The story could have gone on to say that the couple was in love and that the child had brought them closer and they became one big happy family but to speak plainly, it developed just the opposite.

Foster was only one year old when Meredith's family finally found her. From the way things turned out she was given an offer she was unable to refuse. Vaughn had woken up at the exact time of 6, just like every other morning. It was just that this morning he had woken up alone. Gone, just like that. The woman he had been staying with for over a year just disappeared. He noted that it almost felt like the woman had never really existed but the reminder came when a baby's cry erupted from the next room.

It was from an early age that Foster's inability to socialize well was noticed. Vaughn had tossed it aside as being shy. As a father he did his best. He wasn't the most patient of men, nor the most affectionate. His career had taken priority, leaving Foster in the hands of babysitters and caretakers which mostly left him alone. The boy didn't mind all too much. He preferred being alone and it was in that time that he had discovered his peculiar interest in pottery. He had even convinced his father to get him his own pottery wheel.

When Foster was 9 his father had met another woman. Judith, she was decent in the fact that her being there ceased the constant wheel of sitters. She was tall and bubbly, her bouncing blonde hair annoyingly complimenting it. She tried to do the good new woman thing by trying to get along with Foster, constantly checking up on him and trying to talk. The young boy supposed she had to, being with his dad and all. Foster found the easiest way to get her to go away was to just sit there and not respond.

It was within that same year that Judith found out she was pregnant. Another boy. They named him Tristen, now at the age of 6 he was turning out to be the exact opposite of Foster. Social, blonde and constantly smiling. Foster got along with him as a brother would; which equates to not at all.

It was also around that time that strange things began to happen to Foster. Things moving without him touching it, the time his bed had somehow got stuck on his ceiling. It startled the family but everything about these mishapenings were kept quiet. Being a political figure these strange occurrences had to be kept under the radar. It wasn't until he was 10 that they found out Foster was a wizard. They had sent him to school then. Salem, an institute only 40 minutes away. Vaughn never spoke plainly about how he thought of the news about his son being a wizard but Foster figured his father was glad there was another son.

After years at the academy Foster grew to like it. It being better than the smothering home he had to go back to. Beside, Salem had an interesting collection of art that the boy quickly grew accustomed to collecting.