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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Fabian Cato
Birthday: Oct 1, 1957
Hometown: London
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):Divination / [Transfiguration] / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):[Divination] / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): Fourth/ Third
Biography:Fabian fidgeted under the pressure of his mother’s gaze. She sat across the polished wood table from him, like a great tree, centuries drunk on sunlight and good soil. There was no trace of a smile on her face, not on the full lips that had a typical propensity for the expression, nor in the round apples of her cheeks, and the skin around her coal black eyes that would have crinkled was now taught. He wouldn’t meet them fully.
“Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.”
The noticeable bow to Fabian’s shoulders and the way he shifted in his chair at her words suggested he was not. Not in this moment.
“You sent a girl to the hospital.”
“It was an accident.”
“Oh. An accident. That’s fine then. Perfectly acceptable for glitter to come shooting out of Glenda Morrissey’s ears like some Bonfire Night favor in the middle of Hyde Park!”
Fabian’s eyes studied the new smudges on his white trainers.
“Did it stop obliviators from having to wipe the memories of half a dozen muggle children?”
He did not answer.
“Well?” the edge to her voice made him look up without raising his chin. She wanted an answer.
“She said she didn’t believe that I’d done the glitter on my jacket myself. I worked hard on it,” he relented with a whine.
“And that justifies it? What were you even doing with your wand?”
“She dared me to bring it,” he grumbled, pouting, “I didn’t mean for it to happen, Mummy, I swear I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s not enough,” her voice, where normally its resonance would melt warm around his ears, rang wooden. She paused to set the hooks of her gaze more deeply into her son’s eyes, “You have to mean
not to.”
Fabian nodded and looked away again. It would be years before he truly understood what she meant, but for now he could pretend. And so he waited for the storm and her rattle-branched lecture.
“And now your hands are sullied. These things are beneath you, my son. Do you think your father, rest his soul, would be proud of this behavior? Is this what I burn my hands raw mixing potions for?” She no longer stopped for answers to her questions.
“Not even to your fourth year at Hogwarts, and already you make trouble enough to almost lose it all. How does this bode for your future? It’s hard enough already making our way, proving ourselves without you sabotaging yourself!”
She continued like that for a while, and Fabian spent the time arranging the layers of his posture and expressions into an appropriately remorseful presentation. He knew she was right, how alone they were now his father was gone, how hard she worked to maintain their appearances, the disadvantages they faced just because his parents had been born someplace else. But he also saw all they had achieved, had reaped from it without their same hardship. His father had raised him Proud before he’d passed, and that desire for more, for all he was entitled, warred with this caution she now demanded. Warred with the very demand she now modeled.
But by the time she asked, “Do you understand why this is important, my son?” her voice had softened, and NAME had mastered his humiliation enough to placate her.
“Yes, Mummy,” he said, raising his eyes to meet hers now, unwavering and serious, “I will do better.”
They’d see.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality:Too confident not to fail every once in a while. Attracted to anything that catches the light. Colors. Loves being around people, even the ones he thinks don’t deserve his company. Knows what he wants. Wants to be noticed. Competitive. Generous with his compliments. A flare for the dramatic. Will bend the world into whatever shape he wants. Mama’s boy.Appearance:Tall, dark, and boyishly handsome.→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Roleplay Response:Fabian had tried to ignore the first rustlings and cursing that disturbed the serenity of his morning tea in the garden. It was like some people had no manners. But then it got closer. And closer. Fabian dropped the magazine he’d been hiding behind a fraction to peek at the scene.
Those poor flowers.
He raised the magazine back up, hoping to escape any ideas of asking for help. With any luck, the troll would pass through and be on its way, but if they made eye contact, he’d be obligated to assist lest his soul be forever indebted to a barbarian on a flowery warpath.
Until the words drifted to him, ”You blasted rat! Where are you?”
“Oh, no, No, NO.” He was on his feet quicker than you could say KILL IT! KILL IT!, magazine rolled into as effective a weapon he could make it. Still clutching it, he climbed lithely atop the stone bench he’d just been sitting on, raising the hem of his robes as if it would protect them and not expose his ankles to the loose beast, and searched the ground around him frantically.
“LISTEN!” he nearly screeched in the direction of the purported rat-owner, “You find that thing RIGHT! NOW!”→ ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Pax & Co.
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