Ephraim Prothero
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| Ephraim Prothero | ||
| Biographical Information | ||
| Full name | Ephraim Owain Prothero | |
|---|---|---|
| Born | 10 July 1960 | |
| Birthplace | Porthcawl, Glamorgan, Wales | |
| Residence | The Prothero Castle, Porthcawl, Glamorgan, Wales | |
| Nationality | Welsh | |
| Blood Status | Pureblood (unknowingly halfblood) | |
| Education | Durmstrang Institute (1971-1973), Hogwarts, Slytherin (1973-1978) | |
| Class | 1978 | |
| Physical Information | ||
| Species | Human | |
| Gender | Male | |
| Hair colour | Brown | |
| Eye colour | Dark hazel brown | |
| Skin colour | Light | |
| Family Information | ||
| Parents | Eugene Prothero and Florence Prothero | |
| Siblings | Harmon Prothero II (b. 1948), Cephas Prothero (b. 1951), Pretoria Prothero (b. 1953) | |
| Other Family Members | The Prothero Family | |
| Magical Characteristics | ||
| Wand | Aspen, dragon heartstring & griffin claw | |
| Patronus | Barn swallow | |
| Affiliation | ||
| House | Slytherin | |
| Loyalty | The Prothero Family | |
Honours/Activities
- Hall Monitor 1973 - 1974
- Quidditch Beater 1973 - 1974
- Duellist 1973 - 1974
Biography
He sat with his hands in his lap, staring into the wall on the other side. He was clad in a black suit, impeccable, at his neck was a purple tie. He'd cleaned himself in the face, behind his ears, under his nails.
Tomorrow was his birthday, and they were supposed to prepare, but an owl had arrived carrying the seal of Durmstrang and Ephraim knew what it was. As much as there was peace in the Prothero Caste, school was different. For Ephraim was not patient like his brother Harmon, or eloquent like his brother Cephas. Besides, both of them were in their twenties, graduated, and well out of their baby brother's hair.
The reports that Eugene got on Ephraim's attendance at Durmstang usually came through other channels. The Protheros were well connected, to say the least, and his friends were from families as prominent as his own.
But they talked, and the reports came.
And they'd already had their talks, too. He'd already come under his father's gaze, turning his own to look the other way. His insides seemed to always been simmering, boiling with some unresolved tension. His grades were dropping and he'd started fights. And when he hadn't started them first-hand, he'd provoked them into flaring, approaching other students to accuse their families of being lesser, of being muddied up.
Mudblood was a word that sat loose on the lips of Eugene and Florence Prothero's youngest son, even in a place like Durmstrang.
Now Ephraim scowled at the obscure display of taxidermied animals on one side of his father's office. It depicted a large vulture hovering above a group of meercats. His mother had placed a tiny hat on the head of one of them. Despite the distance that they placed between themselves and the rest of the world (for the Protheros were very private), everyone who paid attention would realise the deep care with which the Family moved about each other. Still, and despite that he'd grown up in the middle of it, never lacking in gold or food or warmth, he felt like puking looking at them sometimes - Florence and Eugene - and their strange display of love.
(Then again, Ephraim had not yet arrived at that point where he considered any sort of male-female interaction beyond disgusting.)
When his father appeared in the doorway he was tall, clad in a suit that was almost matching Ephraim's own, extravagantly expensive and expertly taylored. In answer to the Eugene's motion, Ephraim followed, entered. Inside sat his mother on a seat next to the great mahogany desk. To his left was his father's work station for other things, this strange obsession with taxidermy that he'd cultivated since childhood.
The beady, black eyes of a dead phesant stared up at him.
He looked back at it, and felt ill.
Eugene had stepped behind Florence, placing his hands on her shoulders. One of hers came up to take his.
"We think a change of environment might help, so we're sending you to Hogwarts this year," he explained. It was served as a statement, in an authority that was both cold in warm in the way that only Eugene Prothero was able to deliver a message.
The colour drained from Ephraim's face and he sought his mother's eyes for help. It felt as though he was at the reception of a major punishment - no fate worse that being surrounded by peers whose purity was neither displayed on their robes nor otherwise in his control. It helped little that his parents had both graduated from there - Eugene transferring from Durmstrang to join Florence in their fourth year.
His parents, on the other hand, had decided that tightening back on discipline was not the path to take. Durmstrang was stricter, and it was out of love that they decided to cut the reigns and give the boy a chance to learn how to co-exist in a place whose edges were more curved.
For Ephraim, a child that had been highly wanted, deeply loved, after a difficult time in his parents' relationship, he'd become too doted on and too isolated within the innermost circles.
Now, he was about to step right into his worst nightmare.
Course Listing
1973-1974
Transfiguration
Divination
Magical Defence
Care of Magical Creatures
1974-1975
