Post by Gabrielle Blagden on Aug 14, 2007 21:11:39 GMT -5
Member Info
First name and Nickname/Alias (if one): Chris
Quantity and Names of characters on the Site: 0
Are you over 13? Yes
Are you over 18? No
Celeb used in Avatar: Edward Speleers
Basic Character Info
Full Name: Alexander Graham Majere
Age as of 2007: 15
Birthdate: February 26th 1992
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Country of Birth: America
Relatives:
> Peter Jonathan Majere (father, 43, halfblood) and Mary-Anne Majere (mother, 38, muggleborn).
> Graham Peter Majere (grandfather on father’s side, 83, halfblood) and Mellissa Sarah Majere (grandmother on father’s side, 82, halfblood).
> John Richardson (grandfather on mother’s side, 86, muggle) and Cleopatra Emily Richardson, deceased (grandmother on mother’s side, 82, muggle)
Character's Appearance
Hair Color: Light blonde
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Height and Build: Alexander is of average build, and stands at 5’ 10”.
Description: Alexander has reasonable length blonde hair, which he rarely combs in order to create a messed-up look. His hair covers his ears, which are slightly larger than average. Because of this, he regularly makes sure his hair is covering them. His skin is slightly pale, and his lips are nearly the same colour. His teeth are always extremely clean, and perfectly straight.
Outside his school uniform, he likes to wear jeans and a casual shirt, which is usually a light colour such as pink or white.
Character's Personality
Good Traits: Alexander is a kind boy, often very friendly and helpful to those he comes across. He has a great talents for blending in with those around him, regardless of who they are. This is due to his good perception and an ability to read people well. His is a thinker, first and foremost, and never rushes into a situation. Instead, he prefers to plan ahead and think before he acts. He excels in defensive magic and divination, and many credit this to his attitude on life.
He is a loyal friend, and can always be trusted upon to smile, even when others cannot. Those few who get close to his discover that he is willing to do anything for them, and advise them on the best course of action, though he always tells them to stop his should he become too preachy.
Though attractive, Alexander is, above all, modest about all aspects of his personality, living for others and placing them before himself. This has gotten his a few enemies, who see him as a crawler. However, those who see him in this light he seeks to win over.
Bad Traits: Unfortunately, Alexander’s kindly nature is also his downfall. Sometimes, he is simply too nice, leading him to do something he comes to regret later. This includes breaking rules and upsetting another person he is close to. Often, this means Alexander finds himself between a rock and a hard place, forcing him to decide on a course of action for himself. This is something he finds extremely difficult to do, and so avoids it as much as possible.
Alexander offers advice to mask his own insecurities. He rarely speaks about his personal life, and if the conversation turns to it, he attempts to deflect it away again as quickly as possible. This is because, deep inside, he is an extremely unhappy person, due to his childhood throughout which his parents fought constantly. Some days, however, he fails to hold it in, and on those days he can be on edge, liable to snap at anyone who annoys him in the slightest or questions his attitude. This can land his in trouble with teachers and other authority figures.
Likes: Alexander enjoys being around those who are similar to him, and who respect his opinions. He also enjoys walks by himself, especially when he is in a poor mood.
Dislikes: Alexander dislikes being singled out, and talking about himself, as well as those who act without thinking. Finally, he hates people who show others little to no respect.
Position and Affiliations
Affiliation: The Innocents
Years in Affiliation: -
Reason for Joining: He does not agree with the policies of either student affiliation.
Year: Sophomore
House: Clionde
Favorite Class in School: Defensive Magic
Future Career: Carer
Elective: Prescience
Character's History
Alexander was born in Massachusetts, where he also spend his entire childhood. His parents, who at first doted on him, began to argue from the day he could walk. With his grandparents living several states over, and his parents constantly fighting, Alexander became depressed. Though his parents didn’t notice for a while, he would spend days on end locked in his room. He never revealed to anyone what he did up there, but eventually, his parents began to take notice of his long absences. Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, the arguing stopped, and his parents focused on getting him better.
However, the damage had been done. By now, Alexander was 6, and his personality was as good as settled. He saw the new, calm parents as an illusion, something that would change back to normal the second he was cured. He refused to talk with them or to tell them what was wrong. Both his mother and father became more and more worried, and while Peter wanted to take him to see a psychiatrist, Mary-Anne had a much better idea. She suggested a group she had heard discussed by some of the local parents, which was a sort of youth group for troubled children. Without a single word of protest, Alexander was dragged along to the group.
Not once throughout his time at the group did Alexander say a word. At first, the people who ran the group did their best to include him in the games and activities, but after a few months, just before his 7th birthday, they told his parents that there was nothing that could be done for him. Disappointed, Peter and Mary-Anne took Alexander away, and returned to their life of arguments and fighting, which continued throughout Alexander’s time there.
However, when he was 9, Alexander has a breakthrough in his problems. During one particularly blistering argument, Alexander snuck out of his window and onto the streets. Within 15 minutes, he found himself sat on the cold hard pavement, opposite the park. There, he watched the children playing, not daring to go any closer. Suddenly, a child ran across the rode in front of him, crying. Her head was in her hand and she could not see where she was going. Alexander watched for a moment before sighing slightly and rising to his feet. Crossing to her, he led her back towards the pavement, and there he sat and spoke with her. For once, he was not being separated from others, and he felt good about it. He had helped out someone else, and he felt good about it.
For the next few years, he spent his time outside, at the park, just talking with those who looked upset. He did his best to be friendly, exactly the opposite of what his parents were with each other. He made many friends, though he never let many get truly close to him. Although he was still deeply upset and depressed, he refused to show it, instead learning to smile his way through his day. At night, however, when he returned to the argue-fuelled house, he cried himself to sleep. This lasted for almost 2 years, before Alexander finally decided he’d had enough.
A few months before he turned 11, Alexander fled from his home in the dead of night. With only a few belongings, including a small amount of money, he fled away from the house, towards a place he had heard about, though he was unsure where; a place by the name of Salem’s Peak.
It took him a fortnight to get to his destination, give or take a few days. The time, however, did not give his enough chance to even anticipate what he would find. When he got there, he found himself in a completely different world. There were strange shops, shops devoted to broomsticks, twigs and books by unusual authors. It was mid-afternoon when he entered his first wizarding shop - a bookstore. There, he began to look over the book titles, which discussed such bemusing topics as Magical Beasts, Hexes and, most interesting to him right now, Long-Running Wizarding Families. Lifting to book with care, as though it were made of glass, Alexander turned to the ‘M’ section and began to scan.
To his astonishment, he soon found his own name, Majere, listed near the beginning of the section. Accompanying it, a family tree with moving images. Gingerly and curiously, the young boy scanned the pictures, taking them in. He had seen the pictures of his family, still, in his old home. What was going on? Here they were, moving in front of him. There was his father, and his mother, who had married into the family. Yet there was no image of him there. Confused, he checked the date. ‘Published 1990’. Before his birthday, so his absence made sense. But the rest didn’t. Wizards? They were fairy tales, surely. Sitting on the floor and checking that no-one was being overly watchful, Alexander began to read the information provided by the book.
According to these events, his grandparents on his father’s side had disowned his father, Peter, for marrying a muggleborn. His parents had gone into hiding, seeing the wizarding world as a cruel and bitter one. That was all Alexander could read. Slamming the volume a little more than he should have, he tossed it aside and quickly sprinted from the shops, hitting the wall as soon as he had broken free into the afternoon air. He was breathing heavily, his eyes shut. What would he do now? He was in a strange place, a place where fairy tales were reality. And, apparently, he was like all those wizards of myth, those wizard who, apparently, walked the street in front of him.
Suddenly, Alexander’s eyelids sprung wide. In front of him stood a man and a woman, in their 50s. They seemed to have a puzzled look, and the man was indicating to just above Alexander’s head. Taking in a few gulps of air, Alexander quickly looked skywards, not sure what to expect. However, once he saw what it was the man was indicating towards, his expression changed to one of uncertainty.
Resting on the ledge of a second-story window was a speckled-brown owl, not bigger that Alexander’s head. Stepping away from the wall and moving level with the couple for support and a better look, Alexander could now see that the bird was clutching a letter between its talons. He looked from the owl to the woman to the man, who seemed to give him an encouraging nod. Unsure what to do, Alexander could only manage a feeble “Come” in the owl’s direction.
The bird seemed to understand, and, flapping its wings, it took off, circling before swooping down to land on his shoulders. Taking the letter with shaking hands, Alexander unfolded it and began to read…
The letter confirmed what he had been thinking since he had arrived. He was, according to the letter, a wizard, and this letter was a ticket, of sorts, into the wizarding world. It was inviting him to the local Coven, where he would be taught the basics before sitting what was referred to as a SMART before one of three schools offered him a place at their own institutions.
Next thing he knew, Alexander was lay on the floor, a beck pecking his cheek and the two elderly wizards, as he now knew them to be, trying to bring him round. He must have fainted, as he still held the letter, and the couple had a look of shock on their faces. Thanking them, he rose to his shaking legs and tried to stand, leaning on the wall of the bookstore for support. There, he explained his story to the pair, and they offered him shelter and food until he began at the Coven. Gratefully, Alexander agreed, though he made them promise they would not contact his parents until he was ready. Something must have settled as he had fainted, for all of a sudden he was eager to see this new world for himself. He wanted to experience what his parents had experienced, and decide for himself what he wanted to do with his life.
The next day, his temporary parents, who he learnt went by the names Joanna and Sovellis, took him shopping in the place he had met them, buying his supplies, including his wand and a pet owl. On top of this, they purchased him the book he had read the day before, which covered the various wizarding families. From that point on, they cared for him up until his first day of school. They were like the parents he had never had, and for once he felt at home.
His time at the Coven went well, and within the first few weeks he was settled. His lessons, combined with that which Joanna and Sovellis showed him meant that in that short space of time he was fluent in the ways of the wizarding world. It was during the first holiday of the school term that he decided it was time to contact his parents.
Sending an owl, he felt, would startle them into the realisation that he was not part of the world they had left behind. Whilst Joanna disagreed with this, Sovellis, who Alexander has learnt had a good sense of humour, personally paid for the owl with a chuckle. In the letter, he explained what had happened, that they need not worry, and that he was Within a week of watching the owl take flight, a response was tapping on the breakfast table, eating the leftover crumbs.
The response said that his parents were travelling as fast as they could to fetch him home, and that he was not staying at Salem Peak. This news troubled Alexander greatly, though both Joanna and Sovellis promised that, if he did not want to leave, they certainly wouldn’t let him. With a smile, the boy quickly came to relish the chance of confrontation.
Within the week, sure enough, Alexander’s biological parents were knocking on the door, demanding to see their son. After a lengthy argument, much of it done from an open second story window and with a pair of wands facing down those on the doorstep, his parents, stressed and angry, disowned Alexander and said that if he wished to stay, he was no longer a part of the family. Alexander responded in one swift, and frank, slamming of his bedroom window, which was followed by an engine revving in the drive.
Eventually, Alexander sat his SMARTS, passing nearly all his classes with good, solid grades. Joanna and Sovellis were overjoyed, and eagerly the three awaited his school offers. Joanna explained that both her and her husband has attended the local academy, commonly referred to as SWIM, but, if he didn’t get into SWIM, there were plenty of other, very good, academies all over America. Sovellis muttered from his armchair that, despite that, should he fail to get into SWIM, he’d be back with ‘those damn Majeres’.
Luckily, Alexander was never forced to face his worry. SWIM offered him a place, and, quick as the letter arrived, a reply was sent out. Beaming now, Alexander waited impatiently for the term to start. Joanna said he was obsessed, Sovellis said that he was simply barking. Whichever it was, Alexander didn’t care. While shopping for his new school supplies, which he did by himself right now, he kept adding extras to his basket, until he suddenly realised that he didn’t have enough for his new robes. Suddenly, tapping him on the shoulder, Sovellis dropped just enough into his palm, mentioning something about how both knew this would happen. Before, he could turn, however, there was a loud pop and Sovellis was gone. Neither he nor Joanna mentioned it when he got home.
Whilst as SWIM, Alexander learnt that his talents excelled in divination and defensive magic, yet he wasn‘t as good at offensive charms. Regardless of this, he enjoyed all his classes, and tried his best to get along with everyone as best he could. However, he learnt that you cannot win everyone around, and his attempts to got him into trouble at times. Regardless of this, he continues with his attempts at friendship, and continued to be either let down or led on. Therefore, when the attack was launched on the SWIM, he was unsure what to do.
Instead, he hauled himself up as best he could, attempting to urge his closest friends to join him. With a few people on his side, he helped defend the divination classroom, relying on defensive and reflective spells to keep the attackers at bay. Luckily, those who had joined him, along with Alexander himself, survived the battle. Thankful to be alive, Alexander prepared to continue with his life as best he could, though now knowing he was living in a much darker climate. For a few weeks in the holiday, Alexander considered not returning. However, Joanna and Sovellis convinced his to return to his education.
When he did, however, and chose his elective, he found that he was being forced by his friends to choose a side. Unable to think, he instead opted to not choose either side of the new division that was splitting the students of SWIM. Instead, he focused on his studies, choosing, as he did when people enquired about his home life, to try change the conversation should it fall on the subject.
Post Example:
Alexander glances around the room. He hated being the first to raise his hand to a question. It always felt smug to him. Others deserved that chance before he got it. Besides which, it drew attention to him. From his usual seat near the back of the class, he had a pretty good view of the other students, and how they were responding to the question the professor had asked. None seemed to be raising their hands, and inwardly Alexander frowned to himself, partially not wanting to answer.
He knew the answer was the Patronus charm. It was his favourite of the defensive spells, though he had never had a chance to cast it himself. Often, he had wondered what his patronus would take the form of. He had always felt it would be an owl or something similar. Deciding that it was best for him to answer, he moved his hand to check his hair was covering his ears, which he hated to be on show, and in turn moved his left arm to a position where it was obvious, should the professor spot it, that it was raised. He never fully lifted his hand, only bend it at the elbow and let his forearm extend towards the ceiling.
As he did this, he kept his face looking straight down, towards his book. Silently, he prayed that this would mean the professor would think to ignore him. Unfortunately, he knew that this was as unlikely as the teacher asking him to show them the Patronus charm being performed. He could feel the professor’s eyes burning on his as they got nearer, the heat becoming so intense he let his hand drop a little. He could feel himself beginning to blush. This only forced his head further into the book.
Wand Registry
Wand Wood: Sycamore
Core: Swedish Short-Snout Dragon Heartstring
Length: 11 1/3 inches
Surface: Smooth
Thickness: Narrow
Strength: Strong, yet Flexible
Features: Varnished wood which darkens in colour towards the handle. The handle is shaped to fit the hand, and is the same colour as the darkest end of the wand, so the handle seems almost a part of the wand itself.
Years owned: 4 (not including Sophomore year)
Store Purchased from: Misc. wand shop at Salem Peak.
What happened when you waved it?: Upon waving his wand, Alexander’s hand was almost guided towards the wand’s storage box on the table in front of him. With the sound of air being sucked into a vacuum, the wand’s box was engulfed in a brilliant deep red flame. Upon going out, the wand box was revealed to have not been damaged.
First name and Nickname/Alias (if one): Chris
Quantity and Names of characters on the Site: 0
Are you over 13? Yes
Are you over 18? No
Celeb used in Avatar: Edward Speleers
Basic Character Info
Full Name: Alexander Graham Majere
Age as of 2007: 15
Birthdate: February 26th 1992
Zodiac Sign: Pisces
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Country of Birth: America
Relatives:
> Peter Jonathan Majere (father, 43, halfblood) and Mary-Anne Majere (mother, 38, muggleborn).
> Graham Peter Majere (grandfather on father’s side, 83, halfblood) and Mellissa Sarah Majere (grandmother on father’s side, 82, halfblood).
> John Richardson (grandfather on mother’s side, 86, muggle) and Cleopatra Emily Richardson, deceased (grandmother on mother’s side, 82, muggle)
Character's Appearance
Hair Color: Light blonde
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Height and Build: Alexander is of average build, and stands at 5’ 10”.
Description: Alexander has reasonable length blonde hair, which he rarely combs in order to create a messed-up look. His hair covers his ears, which are slightly larger than average. Because of this, he regularly makes sure his hair is covering them. His skin is slightly pale, and his lips are nearly the same colour. His teeth are always extremely clean, and perfectly straight.
Outside his school uniform, he likes to wear jeans and a casual shirt, which is usually a light colour such as pink or white.
Character's Personality
Good Traits: Alexander is a kind boy, often very friendly and helpful to those he comes across. He has a great talents for blending in with those around him, regardless of who they are. This is due to his good perception and an ability to read people well. His is a thinker, first and foremost, and never rushes into a situation. Instead, he prefers to plan ahead and think before he acts. He excels in defensive magic and divination, and many credit this to his attitude on life.
He is a loyal friend, and can always be trusted upon to smile, even when others cannot. Those few who get close to his discover that he is willing to do anything for them, and advise them on the best course of action, though he always tells them to stop his should he become too preachy.
Though attractive, Alexander is, above all, modest about all aspects of his personality, living for others and placing them before himself. This has gotten his a few enemies, who see him as a crawler. However, those who see him in this light he seeks to win over.
Bad Traits: Unfortunately, Alexander’s kindly nature is also his downfall. Sometimes, he is simply too nice, leading him to do something he comes to regret later. This includes breaking rules and upsetting another person he is close to. Often, this means Alexander finds himself between a rock and a hard place, forcing him to decide on a course of action for himself. This is something he finds extremely difficult to do, and so avoids it as much as possible.
Alexander offers advice to mask his own insecurities. He rarely speaks about his personal life, and if the conversation turns to it, he attempts to deflect it away again as quickly as possible. This is because, deep inside, he is an extremely unhappy person, due to his childhood throughout which his parents fought constantly. Some days, however, he fails to hold it in, and on those days he can be on edge, liable to snap at anyone who annoys him in the slightest or questions his attitude. This can land his in trouble with teachers and other authority figures.
Likes: Alexander enjoys being around those who are similar to him, and who respect his opinions. He also enjoys walks by himself, especially when he is in a poor mood.
Dislikes: Alexander dislikes being singled out, and talking about himself, as well as those who act without thinking. Finally, he hates people who show others little to no respect.
Position and Affiliations
Affiliation: The Innocents
Years in Affiliation: -
Reason for Joining: He does not agree with the policies of either student affiliation.
Year: Sophomore
House: Clionde
Favorite Class in School: Defensive Magic
Future Career: Carer
Elective: Prescience
Character's History
Alexander was born in Massachusetts, where he also spend his entire childhood. His parents, who at first doted on him, began to argue from the day he could walk. With his grandparents living several states over, and his parents constantly fighting, Alexander became depressed. Though his parents didn’t notice for a while, he would spend days on end locked in his room. He never revealed to anyone what he did up there, but eventually, his parents began to take notice of his long absences. Suddenly, as if nothing had happened, the arguing stopped, and his parents focused on getting him better.
However, the damage had been done. By now, Alexander was 6, and his personality was as good as settled. He saw the new, calm parents as an illusion, something that would change back to normal the second he was cured. He refused to talk with them or to tell them what was wrong. Both his mother and father became more and more worried, and while Peter wanted to take him to see a psychiatrist, Mary-Anne had a much better idea. She suggested a group she had heard discussed by some of the local parents, which was a sort of youth group for troubled children. Without a single word of protest, Alexander was dragged along to the group.
Not once throughout his time at the group did Alexander say a word. At first, the people who ran the group did their best to include him in the games and activities, but after a few months, just before his 7th birthday, they told his parents that there was nothing that could be done for him. Disappointed, Peter and Mary-Anne took Alexander away, and returned to their life of arguments and fighting, which continued throughout Alexander’s time there.
However, when he was 9, Alexander has a breakthrough in his problems. During one particularly blistering argument, Alexander snuck out of his window and onto the streets. Within 15 minutes, he found himself sat on the cold hard pavement, opposite the park. There, he watched the children playing, not daring to go any closer. Suddenly, a child ran across the rode in front of him, crying. Her head was in her hand and she could not see where she was going. Alexander watched for a moment before sighing slightly and rising to his feet. Crossing to her, he led her back towards the pavement, and there he sat and spoke with her. For once, he was not being separated from others, and he felt good about it. He had helped out someone else, and he felt good about it.
For the next few years, he spent his time outside, at the park, just talking with those who looked upset. He did his best to be friendly, exactly the opposite of what his parents were with each other. He made many friends, though he never let many get truly close to him. Although he was still deeply upset and depressed, he refused to show it, instead learning to smile his way through his day. At night, however, when he returned to the argue-fuelled house, he cried himself to sleep. This lasted for almost 2 years, before Alexander finally decided he’d had enough.
A few months before he turned 11, Alexander fled from his home in the dead of night. With only a few belongings, including a small amount of money, he fled away from the house, towards a place he had heard about, though he was unsure where; a place by the name of Salem’s Peak.
It took him a fortnight to get to his destination, give or take a few days. The time, however, did not give his enough chance to even anticipate what he would find. When he got there, he found himself in a completely different world. There were strange shops, shops devoted to broomsticks, twigs and books by unusual authors. It was mid-afternoon when he entered his first wizarding shop - a bookstore. There, he began to look over the book titles, which discussed such bemusing topics as Magical Beasts, Hexes and, most interesting to him right now, Long-Running Wizarding Families. Lifting to book with care, as though it were made of glass, Alexander turned to the ‘M’ section and began to scan.
To his astonishment, he soon found his own name, Majere, listed near the beginning of the section. Accompanying it, a family tree with moving images. Gingerly and curiously, the young boy scanned the pictures, taking them in. He had seen the pictures of his family, still, in his old home. What was going on? Here they were, moving in front of him. There was his father, and his mother, who had married into the family. Yet there was no image of him there. Confused, he checked the date. ‘Published 1990’. Before his birthday, so his absence made sense. But the rest didn’t. Wizards? They were fairy tales, surely. Sitting on the floor and checking that no-one was being overly watchful, Alexander began to read the information provided by the book.
According to these events, his grandparents on his father’s side had disowned his father, Peter, for marrying a muggleborn. His parents had gone into hiding, seeing the wizarding world as a cruel and bitter one. That was all Alexander could read. Slamming the volume a little more than he should have, he tossed it aside and quickly sprinted from the shops, hitting the wall as soon as he had broken free into the afternoon air. He was breathing heavily, his eyes shut. What would he do now? He was in a strange place, a place where fairy tales were reality. And, apparently, he was like all those wizards of myth, those wizard who, apparently, walked the street in front of him.
Suddenly, Alexander’s eyelids sprung wide. In front of him stood a man and a woman, in their 50s. They seemed to have a puzzled look, and the man was indicating to just above Alexander’s head. Taking in a few gulps of air, Alexander quickly looked skywards, not sure what to expect. However, once he saw what it was the man was indicating towards, his expression changed to one of uncertainty.
Resting on the ledge of a second-story window was a speckled-brown owl, not bigger that Alexander’s head. Stepping away from the wall and moving level with the couple for support and a better look, Alexander could now see that the bird was clutching a letter between its talons. He looked from the owl to the woman to the man, who seemed to give him an encouraging nod. Unsure what to do, Alexander could only manage a feeble “Come” in the owl’s direction.
The bird seemed to understand, and, flapping its wings, it took off, circling before swooping down to land on his shoulders. Taking the letter with shaking hands, Alexander unfolded it and began to read…
The letter confirmed what he had been thinking since he had arrived. He was, according to the letter, a wizard, and this letter was a ticket, of sorts, into the wizarding world. It was inviting him to the local Coven, where he would be taught the basics before sitting what was referred to as a SMART before one of three schools offered him a place at their own institutions.
Next thing he knew, Alexander was lay on the floor, a beck pecking his cheek and the two elderly wizards, as he now knew them to be, trying to bring him round. He must have fainted, as he still held the letter, and the couple had a look of shock on their faces. Thanking them, he rose to his shaking legs and tried to stand, leaning on the wall of the bookstore for support. There, he explained his story to the pair, and they offered him shelter and food until he began at the Coven. Gratefully, Alexander agreed, though he made them promise they would not contact his parents until he was ready. Something must have settled as he had fainted, for all of a sudden he was eager to see this new world for himself. He wanted to experience what his parents had experienced, and decide for himself what he wanted to do with his life.
The next day, his temporary parents, who he learnt went by the names Joanna and Sovellis, took him shopping in the place he had met them, buying his supplies, including his wand and a pet owl. On top of this, they purchased him the book he had read the day before, which covered the various wizarding families. From that point on, they cared for him up until his first day of school. They were like the parents he had never had, and for once he felt at home.
His time at the Coven went well, and within the first few weeks he was settled. His lessons, combined with that which Joanna and Sovellis showed him meant that in that short space of time he was fluent in the ways of the wizarding world. It was during the first holiday of the school term that he decided it was time to contact his parents.
Sending an owl, he felt, would startle them into the realisation that he was not part of the world they had left behind. Whilst Joanna disagreed with this, Sovellis, who Alexander has learnt had a good sense of humour, personally paid for the owl with a chuckle. In the letter, he explained what had happened, that they need not worry, and that he was Within a week of watching the owl take flight, a response was tapping on the breakfast table, eating the leftover crumbs.
The response said that his parents were travelling as fast as they could to fetch him home, and that he was not staying at Salem Peak. This news troubled Alexander greatly, though both Joanna and Sovellis promised that, if he did not want to leave, they certainly wouldn’t let him. With a smile, the boy quickly came to relish the chance of confrontation.
Within the week, sure enough, Alexander’s biological parents were knocking on the door, demanding to see their son. After a lengthy argument, much of it done from an open second story window and with a pair of wands facing down those on the doorstep, his parents, stressed and angry, disowned Alexander and said that if he wished to stay, he was no longer a part of the family. Alexander responded in one swift, and frank, slamming of his bedroom window, which was followed by an engine revving in the drive.
Eventually, Alexander sat his SMARTS, passing nearly all his classes with good, solid grades. Joanna and Sovellis were overjoyed, and eagerly the three awaited his school offers. Joanna explained that both her and her husband has attended the local academy, commonly referred to as SWIM, but, if he didn’t get into SWIM, there were plenty of other, very good, academies all over America. Sovellis muttered from his armchair that, despite that, should he fail to get into SWIM, he’d be back with ‘those damn Majeres’.
Luckily, Alexander was never forced to face his worry. SWIM offered him a place, and, quick as the letter arrived, a reply was sent out. Beaming now, Alexander waited impatiently for the term to start. Joanna said he was obsessed, Sovellis said that he was simply barking. Whichever it was, Alexander didn’t care. While shopping for his new school supplies, which he did by himself right now, he kept adding extras to his basket, until he suddenly realised that he didn’t have enough for his new robes. Suddenly, tapping him on the shoulder, Sovellis dropped just enough into his palm, mentioning something about how both knew this would happen. Before, he could turn, however, there was a loud pop and Sovellis was gone. Neither he nor Joanna mentioned it when he got home.
Whilst as SWIM, Alexander learnt that his talents excelled in divination and defensive magic, yet he wasn‘t as good at offensive charms. Regardless of this, he enjoyed all his classes, and tried his best to get along with everyone as best he could. However, he learnt that you cannot win everyone around, and his attempts to got him into trouble at times. Regardless of this, he continues with his attempts at friendship, and continued to be either let down or led on. Therefore, when the attack was launched on the SWIM, he was unsure what to do.
Instead, he hauled himself up as best he could, attempting to urge his closest friends to join him. With a few people on his side, he helped defend the divination classroom, relying on defensive and reflective spells to keep the attackers at bay. Luckily, those who had joined him, along with Alexander himself, survived the battle. Thankful to be alive, Alexander prepared to continue with his life as best he could, though now knowing he was living in a much darker climate. For a few weeks in the holiday, Alexander considered not returning. However, Joanna and Sovellis convinced his to return to his education.
When he did, however, and chose his elective, he found that he was being forced by his friends to choose a side. Unable to think, he instead opted to not choose either side of the new division that was splitting the students of SWIM. Instead, he focused on his studies, choosing, as he did when people enquired about his home life, to try change the conversation should it fall on the subject.
Post Example:
Alexander glances around the room. He hated being the first to raise his hand to a question. It always felt smug to him. Others deserved that chance before he got it. Besides which, it drew attention to him. From his usual seat near the back of the class, he had a pretty good view of the other students, and how they were responding to the question the professor had asked. None seemed to be raising their hands, and inwardly Alexander frowned to himself, partially not wanting to answer.
He knew the answer was the Patronus charm. It was his favourite of the defensive spells, though he had never had a chance to cast it himself. Often, he had wondered what his patronus would take the form of. He had always felt it would be an owl or something similar. Deciding that it was best for him to answer, he moved his hand to check his hair was covering his ears, which he hated to be on show, and in turn moved his left arm to a position where it was obvious, should the professor spot it, that it was raised. He never fully lifted his hand, only bend it at the elbow and let his forearm extend towards the ceiling.
As he did this, he kept his face looking straight down, towards his book. Silently, he prayed that this would mean the professor would think to ignore him. Unfortunately, he knew that this was as unlikely as the teacher asking him to show them the Patronus charm being performed. He could feel the professor’s eyes burning on his as they got nearer, the heat becoming so intense he let his hand drop a little. He could feel himself beginning to blush. This only forced his head further into the book.
Wand Registry
Wand Wood: Sycamore
Core: Swedish Short-Snout Dragon Heartstring
Length: 11 1/3 inches
Surface: Smooth
Thickness: Narrow
Strength: Strong, yet Flexible
Features: Varnished wood which darkens in colour towards the handle. The handle is shaped to fit the hand, and is the same colour as the darkest end of the wand, so the handle seems almost a part of the wand itself.
Years owned: 4 (not including Sophomore year)
Store Purchased from: Misc. wand shop at Salem Peak.
What happened when you waved it?: Upon waving his wand, Alexander’s hand was almost guided towards the wand’s storage box on the table in front of him. With the sound of air being sucked into a vacuum, the wand’s box was engulfed in a brilliant deep red flame. Upon going out, the wand box was revealed to have not been damaged.