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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Timothy Winchester
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (January 9, 1938)
Blood Status: Pure
Education: Alumni of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Class of 1956
Residence: Alfriston, East Sussex, England
Occupation:Currently unemployed
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?No
Requested Magic Levels:Charms: 9
Divination: 5
Transfiguration: 10
Summoning: 8
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:n/a
Biography: (300 words minimum.)True to the spontaneity that ran rampant within his family, George Winchester proposed to his girlfriend Dorothy out of the blue at dinner one evening. True to the romantic nature that ran rampant within
her family, she lovingly accepted and the two were married before the Christmas holidays came knocking in 1936. Though they were both comfortably in their prime (George was all of 24 and Dorothy was all of 22), the two immediately began to dream of a full house of children of their own. Dorothy was particularly fond of the idea having spent her younger days caring for her younger siblings. George had dreamed of having a boy to call his own from a young age as well, having grown up loving to hear stories of his father's youth, something he longed to pass down to a child of his own.
The couple was elated to discover their dreams of a family were going to come true when Dorothy proudly announced she was pregnant in May of 1937. Though their excitement never dwindled, pregnancy was far from easy on Dorothy. Her small stature made carrying the child something of a chore as the weeks ticked by and the illnesses that are commonly associated with pregnancy plagued her, untouched by the magical efforts of her mother and George's mother to ease the symptoms. But no matter the pain she felt, she never let a smile leave her face. The patience of both George and Dorothy were paid off on January 9, 1938, when their healthy and happy child Timothy was born.
George and Dorothy were elated to finally have a child of their own and the love they had for him consoled them through the advice of the healers at St. Mungo's that Dorothy refrain from having another child or risk her health. Though they had wanted a great many little ones running around, Timothy kept them busy. A very curious child, in the time before he could speak, Timothy would work to become acquainted with his surroundings via touch and observation. When he could speak, his favorite words were "why" and "how". Always longing to know why things were as they were, why things happened, where things came from, what things did, Timothy seemed to be constantly at his mother or father's ankles to learn more about his world. And though the questions were constant, both George and Dorothy were happy to oblige and answer as many questions as Timothy could throw at them.
As he grew, Timothy developed a particularly close relationship with his father. George delighted in telling Timothy stories of his days growing up not too far from where they currently lived, as well as the stories told to him by his father. That's not to say that Timothy wasn't also close to his mother, as he very much was. Dorothy taught Timothy how to cook all manner of things and, much to the joy of them both, how to dance like nobody was watching. Timothy loved his days at home with his parents in Alfriston, so much so that he didn't take much notice that their home was small or that he didn't often get new clothes. In fact, he was almost completely unaware that his family wasn't wealthy until his school days arrived.
Timothy received his Hogwarts letter promptly and he found himself looking forward to his time at school. He had all of the things he needed, not noticing the looks of nervousness on his mother's face any time a new supply was rung up. When he was at school, he noticed that his things were not the nicest nor the newest, but he didn't mind. For a mind that was obsessed with knowing "why" and "how", Hogwarts was a paradise. It seemed that every minute of every day was spent learning something new and exciting. In the summers, he'd return to his wonderful life in Alfriston. George and Dorothy would ask if he was making friends, and Timothy would happily respond with an emphatic yes. They would ask if he was ever teased for his lower quality supplies and he honestly said he didn't notice.
Those sorts of things weren't particularly important to Timothy. Through his skills of observation, Timothy recognized that his parents wanted to make a life for themselves, be self sufficient. He knew that his paternal and maternal grandparents were well off finically, one look at their homes could indicate that, but George and Dorothy didn't want to be handed anything in life and as he grew up, Timothy didn't either. He wanted everything he owned to be something he earned and that never disappeared.
In school, Timothy excelled in all of his classes but he was particularly talented in Transfiguration and his favorite class, History of Magic. Around his fifth year, Timothy became incredibly interested in magical law and spent his free time reading up on the subject and the various laws and decrees that existed in the world. Timothy graduated with his class in 1956 and happily returned home to Alfriston to take some time off before pursuing his dreams.
Timothy has a desire to do all manner of things be it become a historian, work at the Ministry for Magic, secure a job in the legal system, or take up teaching at Hogwarts. At the moment, he's not done much but get his own home in Alfriston not too far from his family, however he believes his future comes more and more into focus every day and he's more than ready to take the big steps needed to start the rest of his life.
Roleplay: Option Two -The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.
And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.
Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.
"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.
"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.
"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.
Roleplay Response:Timothy loved the look of the snow, but he wasn't particularly fond of things it made people do. Always fearful of slipping or getting the snow kicked up into their shoes or on their clothes, people moved agonizingly slow. Here in Diagon Alley, that rang especially true. Timothy had popped into the lovely shopping district to replenish his reading material, but he hadn't accounted for the rush that the upcoming holidays were going to produce in the streets. He wasn't a fussy man by any means, so he kept his frustration with the slow moving crowd buried deep underneath his thick coat.
Since the crowd was so slow moving, Timothy just went with the current and didn't pay much mind to the goings on around him. He was lost inside his own thoughts, thinking happily about the books he carried in a bag around his wrist. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear a voice coming up behind him telling him to watch out. The next thing he knew, he was hit squarely in the back and knocked down to the ground in a tornado of kicked up snow and glittery tinsel. Sitting up and looking down at himself covered in white and glitter, Timothy let out a laugh and stood up.
He turned to look at the older wizard who'd run into him, an unwilling victim of the snow. Timothy smiled and offered the man help up. "No, no don't apologize! If anyone should be saying sorry, it's me, I wasn't paying a bit of attention." Timothy looked at the box that all of the tinsel had been spilled out of and saw the delivery destination. "Well, I see St. Mungo's is getting into the spirit of things." He laughed to himself and got to gathering the tinsel to help the man put back into the box.
"Can I offer some assistance? I'm not doing anything particularly important and you look like you could use another pair of hands...or....feet."
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