Potter, Albus Severus

[ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER]

Albus Severus Potter

let's begin

CHARACTER NAME: Albus “Alby” Severus Potter
GENDER: Male “Thank you for noticing.”
BIRTHDAY: May 14th “On a completely unrelated note, I really like Sugar Quills.”
AGE: 15
YEAR/HOUSE: 5th/Slytherin
WAND TYPE: Ash, 11 ¾ , unicorn tail hair core, unyielding

appearance

HAIR: Black
EYES: Green
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'8”/142 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: “I have pointy ears...If you squint and tilt your head a bit.” None.

personality

10 LIKES:
- Music (Muggle and Wizarding alike)
- Arguing (though he calls it debating)
- Being right
- Horrible puns
- Transfiguration
- Being dramatic
- Science (especially physics)
- The smell of old books
- Sweaters, jackets, and any derivative or crossbreed thereof.
- Sitting in random places
10 DISLIKES:
- Alliteration
- Being compared to other people
- Chocolate
- Being nagged about being a good role model
- Having to repeat himself
- Snow
- The smell of cigarettes
- People touching his stuff
- Quidditch
5 FEARS:
- Death of family members and friends
- The complete economical collapse of the Wizarding World
- Large aquatic animals
- Needles, if he thinks about them too much (actually there are a lot of things that could be on this list if he spends too much time thinking about them)
- Flying
5 GOALS:
- Convince his grandmother that red really isn't his color
- Get a degree in physics
- Become a designer/crafter of spells
- To get detention less than eleven times this year. “Sometimes you have to be realistic about your abilities.”
- Learn how to stop making that face whenever someone mentions his resemblance to his father/grandfather/whoever else.
1 SECRET WANT: Wants to study physics at the University of Cambridge, though is apprehensive about his family's reaction as well as being very aware that applying for an university with Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts grades wouldn't go over too well.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Albus grew up in an insanely large family. A loud, chaotic family. Too big or too loud some people would say. Sometimes he would agree and has, in the past, suggested that certain family members get put up for adoption. His suggestions were ignored.

Never the loudest or most rambunctious, the boy was lost in the crowd of cousins a lot as he grew up. But rather than being upset or dissolving into a pool angst, he grew to like being by himself. You could often find the youngest Potter boy holed up in some creative hiding spot with a book or talking to one of his older relatives as the other children ran around outside.

There wasn't any single thing or incident that sparked his love of learning, it was just always there, as part of him as his knobby knees or the small tree-climbing scar under one said knobby knee. Curious as a cat and just as independent. He's always preferred figuring things out for himself, not entirely trusting everything everyone told him as the straight up truth—a nice safety procreation when dealing with assorted Weasleys—though that quality led to just about all of his run ins with authority figures as no title will keep the boy from arguing when he thinks someone is wrong.

He can admit when he's wrong, it just takes awhile. As much as a nerd as he is, he's not a very serious person. He has a weird sense of humor and adores other people who do as well. Alby is not easily distracted, though that isn't the best trait sometimes as a full on parade could march by while he was chasing down some obscure fact or figure, and he wouldn't flinch or smell the elephants.

history

PARENTS: Ginny and Harry Potter
SIBLINGS: James and Lily Potter
OTHER RELATIVES: Weasley grandparents, five Weasley uncles, and a boatload of Weasley cousins
PETS: a barn owl named Tesla. “I was eleven, leave me alone.”
HISTORY:
Alby was born the middle of three children and had an ordinary—for a young wizard born to heroes, anyway—middle child life, trying to figure out where he fit in with his large family, eventually carving out his own spot as the entirely too talkative and inquisitive little snot.

And then came the time all little witches and wizards look forward to, the first year at Hogwarts. Being the scrawny little eleven-year-old knowledge sponge, that he was, Alby was excited. Though it was off set by worries that had begun to crop up the year before when his older brother had been shipped off to school. Namely the flurry of House discussion and how roughly everyone he was related to for a thousand years had been a brave and true Gryffindor.

When it was his turn, Alby, being a realist, was pretty sure that whatever test the new students were given to test which House they were thrown into, his answer would not come back Gryffindor. He wasn't a coward, but he doubted not knowing when to shut his mouth really qualified as bravery. He was momentarily reassured by the general acceptance of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, he'd could get into those, no problem.
But, he had to remind himself that his chances were one-in-four. There was Slytherin, which his brother informed him was horrible and just the place he'd end up. He was teasing, of course, but Alby tended to take James far more seriously than he ever should, being his older brother and all. His fears didn't let up until his father took him aside at King's Cross station.

Being at Hogwarts brought on more confusion and worry, like the way people stared at him and the utter quiet that filled the great hall when he was called to get sorted. He refused to let anyone see it, though, or at least tried to hide his nervousness as well as any eleven-year-old could. With his family, he didn't mind being a nervous wreck, but these were strangers and worse—kids his own age and older, they could be as vicious as Blast-Ended Skewts. Plus, if people were going to stare that much, it'd be rude not to give them a show. So as he took the stool, he did so with great flourish, inspiring a few quiet twittering giggles. At him or with him, Alby didn't really care, as long as he didn't look like a scared little boy.

Which was pretty brave, right? Alby felt a bit of hope rise in him as the Sorting Hat was put on his head, maybe he had a chance of being put in Gryffindor. With the rest of his family. So it'd be like being at home...Except he was used to home, this was a whole new experience, surely he wouldn't stick to the familiar, when he had the chance to explore a different option? It was this thought that the Hat expanded on, asking him what he wanted if not Gryffindor, not to keep to the lineage of his family. Something new, was how the boy answered.

And so the hat yelled out “Slytherin” and the great hall went even quieter before erupting into whispers. It wasn't long before he learned what those whispers were about or the facts behind the whispers and meaningful looks that never turned into actual words exchanged between his parents and just about everyone they knew. The full story of the war and the parts they had played. And Alby couldn't even be properly angry about it since he realized how difficult it would be to talk about.

Alby has spent the last four years studying, taking exams, making things explode, complaining about assignments and teachers, and procrastinating like many a Hogwarts student, grateful that the novelty of being another Potter kid has worn off and he's just Alby.

about you

ALIAS: Ells
HOW YOU FOUND US: Caution2.0
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE: 6...or around there, I've lost track xD
RP SAMPLE:
Oh, the joys of legally mandated breaks. Liam was spending his fifteen minutes of freedom inside despite it being one of those days that made you want to discuss the weather with strangers in a positive way. Nice, in other words. The reason behind his sequestering was his uniform shirt that proudly proclaimed him property of Fantasy Playland. When he tried to lounge and generally be a lazy bum out around the public, the public took no heed of his break-ness and proceeded to ask him questions and demand assistance.

Rude.

He sat at a slightly sticky table in one of the staff break rooms. The vending machines were behind him, humming away like contented Christmas elves. Directly opposite him were a few of the deflated-looking costumes of assorted anthropomorphic woodland animals hung on the wall, waiting for the shift change to again brim with life. The decapitated heads on the shelf above that seemed to look at him with their shiny plastic eyes were even creepier. He refrained from getting up and making them face the wall. Barely. It really didn't help that he was the only one in the room.

To get rid of his case of the sudden heebie jeebies—a technical term—Liam got out one of the pens that eventually found their way into his pocket. Earlier in the day, before the fog had been burned away by the heat, he had sat at his little booth with its giant, welcoming sign like an oasis in the desert to the directionally challenged or those who has misplaced a child, with absolutely nothing to do. It usually took an hour at least for the park to be open before his services were needed. So he had started drawing a candy skull on the inside of his forearm. He had gotten the outline down, but not any of the details before someone came up to him a mighty need to experience the awesome whiplash adventure that was their fastest, highest roller coaster. Like the first leak in a diaper wrapped around a water balloon, it was unstoppable—just busy, busy, busy.

And the brief interludes before the next quest or whiny complaint, were taken up with calculations. Yes, math. Unthinkable, really, but Liam had been forced into being an adult an all. Or adult-like, at least. He had figured that he was most likely going to have to volunteer for the dreaded weekend shifts so he could pay his rent. Responsibly and all that. Those pauses in chaos were also filled with a silent, cringing horror on Liam's part. He had only heard tales of the weekend shifts, they were all bad. One coworker had likened it to war. War where you only got minimum wage and a dumb uniform. War if they didn't give you a gun. War if the enemy was made out of horrible tourists and their literally snot-nosed brats.

Liam cringed and pushed the thoughts of his upcoming weekend out of his head.

Since he had the time now, he started to fill in the details of his faux tattoo, half-assed-ly shading with the inky discharge from the slightly broken pen. Focused on the intricate lace-like detail he was decorating the forehead with, he didn't notice someone else enter the room.

[HARPER JADE BELBY]

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