CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Edmund Wolffe
Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Cecelia Bramston
Character age: 26
Character education: Hogwarts Graduate, Class of 1949.
Strength and weaknesses (details please): A credit to his house, this former Hufflepuff is no stranger to hard work. Perhaps not the most gifted student, certainly never the most talented Chaser on the quidditch team, Edmund found success not through god-given talent, nor through a life of privilege (quite the opposite, in fact), but through persistence and grit. What he lacks in social formalities he makes up for in approachability and an easygoing nature.
A tendency to procrastinate can land him in a tight spot from time to time but with an all-nighter and a pot of coffee he gets the job done (usually). ‘Leader’ is perhaps not the first word that comes to mind when thinking of Edmund Wolffe...or even the second, third, fourth, etc. He would never be described as authoritative and may look the other way a bit too much when rules are being broken.
In an environment like Hogwarts, filled to the brim with moody teenagers dealing with problems ‘nobody understands’ Edmund’s relaxed attitude and ability to connect sincerely will be a boon.
Physical description: Edmund is of above average height with a slim build. Warm brown eyes and dark hair that is always a little bit unkempt - he tends to run his hands through it when he’s thinking. Large hands still carry the calluses of his quidditch years, maintained by the occasional pickup game with friends after work.
A smile sits easily on Edmund’s face, suiting his features more than a frown or any attempt at sternness.
Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Easygoing, procrastinator, hardworking, but above all - kind. Edmund Wolffe has a soft heart, made softer in both marriage and parenthood. Never one to throw the first punch (or any, if he could help it) the former Hufflepuff prefers to decompress a situation rather than escalate it.
Though he may tend to put off more tedious responsibilities until the last minute, he always follows through in his work. Proud is not a word he would use to describe himself, but he certainly is a proud man - reluctant to accept handouts, keen to prove himself on his own terms. His warm disposition makes him an easy person to talk to, open up to, and befriend.
Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?: Growing up in an orphanage Edmund was no stranger to the shortcomings of Ministry oversight in the lives of underprivileged children. His post-grad work as a community liaison for the Ministry of Magic further confirmed that there was plenty left to do. Joining the SRC and becoming more involved in grassroots community efforts helped, but he wanted the opportunity to do more.
In 1955 he and his wife relocated from London to Whales, after several months commuting back to the Ministry for work as well as working remotely when possible Edmund finally decided to quit his job, which had taken him no further than a desk full of paperwork in nearly five years time. The opportunity to work at Hogwarts is an opportunity to have an positive impact in a way that he wasn’t able to while working for the ministry or volunteering for the SRC.
Really, Edmund Wolffe is searching for his purpose, his calling, and perhaps this time he’s found it.
Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): Born to Muggle parents in Aberdeen Scotland, Edmund was the unfortunate victim of strange events, culminating in his eventual relocation and subsequent childhood spent in a London Orphanage for magical children. Vague memories of his earliest years remain in flashes of light and color and scent, the occasional detail, but little else.
His years in the orphanage were lonesome, there was such rapid turnover of children that he never had the opportunity to make lasting connections or friendships. Perhaps this was why he was so keen to attach himself to as many people as possible the moment he stepped into Hogwarts School. Sorted into Hufflepuff house, the young boy flourished. Academics were a struggle at times, due less to a lack of intellect and more to things like friends and quidditch (and, of course, girls) being a higher priority.
In Edmund’s fourth year he was placed on academic probation from the quidditch team which was a wakeup call, and from then on he managed to maintain above-average grades for the duration of his years at Hogwarts.
Gaining the duties of Prefect, and eventually becoming both Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, Edmund ended his years at Hogwarts on a high note - academically, socially, and personally.
Married shortly after graduation to his school sweetheart, Irma, Edmund stepped into his post-grad years feeling confident. Their first daughter was followed by another, and another. After graduating from Hogwarts Edmund had stayed in contact with most of his friends through the occasional owl or drink at the pub. Most had gone in wildly different directions than Ed, whose life felt rather tame and domestic by comparison. In truth he had exactly what he’d always wanted more than anything - a family.
Having come up from nothing, with no money or status to speak of, Edmund had always been acutely aware of how Irma’s family felt about him. Despite her father and stepmother always welcoming him warmly it had always been a sticking point for the young man. As for Irma’s mother, he’d given up all hope of winning approval there. Edmund was old enough to have been a registered Muggleborn during the blood census, and the red badge still lays at the bottom of his sock drawer, a grim reminder of his early years and prejudices not so easily forgotten.
As their joy at home grew Edmund’s enthusiasm for his work dwindled. The slough of paperwork, the bureaucracy and processes that walled him in were compounded by the low pay and lack of growth opportunities in his position - Muggle Liaison - which had once felt like a dream job.
In the meantime his wife’s cosmetics company took off like wildfire. That, and their ever-growing family necessitated their move to Whales where WandS Cosmetics continued to grow through his wife’s diligence. Though he was loathe to admit it aloud, Irma’s enormous success oftentimes made him feel that he was inadequate as a provider for their family.
Edmund continued going through the paces at his ministry job, still seeking some kind of professional awakening, waiting for a spark, an opportunity, a chance to make a difference.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) It was the largest office in Hogwarts and, perhaps to students and newcomers, the most intimidating. The shelves were filled with various odds and ends, with a place of honor for the Sorting Hat, and the walls held all the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses.
In the middle of the room sat a large desk. Everything was in order, for the current occupant had always despised a messy desk. It was the sign of a messy mind, and she had always favored neatness.
A clock sat on the desk, which currently showed the time to be 2:05. The meeting was supposed to begin at 2:00 precisely.
Along with order, Anneka valued punctuality. She was a very busy woman these days. Even during the summer, she had a number of matters to attend to. Interviewing and hiring staff was only of those matters. The newest potential member of her staff wasn't making a good impression.
She paced the room, black heels clicking against the stone floor. When the door finally opened, Anneka turned, her expression reminiscent of a Russian winter. "You are
late."
Explain yourself was what her face said.
Roleplay Response:There was no time to stop and revel in this moment. The castle, still so familiar after all of these years; the quidditch pitch in the distance, practically calling his name; even the doors to the entrance hall still creaked in the same disgruntled way. No time! Edmund sprinted through the halls, his tie flying back over his shoulder as he ran through the halls he knew by heart. Up the stairs - skipping the trick step without a thought - and straight to the Headmistress' office.
Somehow, despite treating the rules less as law and more as a suggestion, Ed had never found himself in Anneka Ivanova's office during his years at Hogwarts.
Opening the door (
'Should I have knocked?!' the thought ran through his mind, too late) Ed was met with the cool gaze and formidable presence of the Headmistress.
"You are late.""I am." Ed shut the door behind him carefully and walked over to Ivanova's desk with a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry about this, had to travel by Floo and just before I meant to leave one of my youngest decided to pour her cereal all over my jacket -- she's four, you know how it is -- and-" Ed caught himself before he continued rambling on and stood a bit straighter, clearing his throat. "Long story short, it won't happen again Headmistress." Oh hell, he wasn't a schoolboy anymore, she was just Anneka now wasn't she? Or should it be Miss Ivanova? He really didn't know
what to call her...
Then Ed realized his tie was still flung over his shoulder.