Tavish Cadwallader
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| Tavish Cadwallader | ||
| Biographical Information | ||
| Full name | Tavish Brin Cadwallader | |
|---|---|---|
| Born | 4/25/1927 | |
| Birthplace | Monmouthshire Wales | |
| Residence | Monmouthshire Wales | |
| Nationality | Welsh | |
| Blood Status | Pureblood | |
| Title(s) | Prefect '42-43, Prefect '43-44, Head Boy '44-45 | |
| Physical Information | ||
| Family Information | ||
| Siblings | Torin Cadwallader, Lilla Cadwallader | |
| Magical Characteristics | ||
| Wand | Dogwood wood, Unicorn Hair core | |
| Affiliation | ||
| House | Gryffindor | |
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?
