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Archived Applications / Tavish Cadwallader
« on: 11/08/2014 at 01:27 »Application for Hogwarts School
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Name: Tavish Cadwallader
Birthday: 4/25/1927
Hometown: Monmouthshire, Wales
Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): 5th (1st) 4th (2nd) (where Tor ends up cause twinsies)
Biography:
The club was loud, the brass instruments ringing in his ears. He was too close to the stage. He didn't care. When he breathed in, the air was laced with cigarette smoke and it made his fingers itch. He'd smoked his last one yesterday and hadn't been able to acquire more from his cousin yet-- he knew Ars was around here somewhere, maybe he could winkle a drink out of him too.
If not, his Aunt would certainly get him one. It was her club after all.
At fifteen years old, Tavish Cadwallader was A Handful. The kind that wore grungy clothing and that you didn't want your daughter to hang out with because you were pretty sure he was bad news and probably lived with ruffians and thugs.
Only part of that was true.
Mervin and Luella raised their twins right. Yep, that's right-- twins. There was not one, but two Tavish Cadwalladers. Sort of. Where Tavish enjoyed the more chaotic things in life, Torin took a more responsible approach and was often called the good twin. It was a trait Tav was willing to look over though, because he loved the loser fiercely.
Their parents never faulted in raising their children with lots of love and support, and where Tavish was concerned, lots of sighs. It was just a phase, they'd tell themselves, he'll get over it when he's older.
...Right?
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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.
House Request: Gryffindor
Personality: In five words: mischievous, fearless, testy, loyal, proud. Mischievous in that he's always nosing his way into places or situations he shouldn't be in, stirring up trouble because he thinks it's fun, pushing other people's buttons to see what they do. Fearless, not in that he doesn't have any fears-- he has just as many of those as the next person-- but that he doesn't let those fears control him, or keep him from doing something he wants to do. Testy, because while normally cheerful and seemingly easy going, he can be hotheaded and worked into irritation quite easily. Loyal, especially to his family and anyone who proves themselves a trusty adversary. Proud, of what he knows he can do well, and of who he is as a rebel and a Cadwallader.
Appearance: Like Torin, only tattier and with more bruises.
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They’d won. The last three years, Hufflepuff had held the title of Quidditch Champions (it was beyond him how exactly they’d done it), but this year— his team had finally done it!
In the Great Hall, his housemates roared with laughter as they recounted the various plays, the dives that had been taken, the wipeouts that had been gloriously gruesome, and the scoring shots that had been near misses.
They celebrated their victory loudly, slamming cups of pumpkin juice together with wide grins and bright eyes.
But apparently not everyone was happy.
Some Huffle at the nearby table tore himself away, storming off and out to the main hall. Tav lowered the cup he'd been drinking from and smirked; that wasn’t just any Hufflepuff, that was the Hufflepuff that had fumbled the Quaffle.
"I'll be right back," he told the boy next to him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and hurrying down between the tables. He’d just made it through the doorway, was just a few steps behind, when the boy rounded on him.
"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
"Woah, pal," Tavish grinned impishly as he came up and draped his arm over the boy's shoulders, clapping him on arm , "Relax! I just wanted to thank you. Really. We couldn’t have won this without you."
He looked the kid int he face and-- Oh. Was he crying? Leave it to the Huffles to get all whiney and emotional, "Aw. Cheer up, bucko. There’s always next year."
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