Post by Quentin Reuben Flack on Jan 10, 2010 15:57:59 GMT 1
Quentin Reuben Flack
seventeen, male, bisexual, half blood, student
seventeen, male, bisexual, half blood, student
the factfile[/font]
Height: 5’8”.
Build: Fairly lanky.
Wand: 8” Beech and Dragon Heartstring. Steady, strict and strong. Good for transfiguration, but poor for charms. The wand can be successfully used to dark arts in the area of ancient curses and works well in magical combat. This wand may indicate the user’s interest in academics and the preserving of knowledge.
Patronus: A white rabbit. Like a rabbit Quen is observant, on the lookout for anything that may displace him from his comfort zone or place within the school’s hierarchy. At first Quen used the memory of first entering Hogwarts library, but he could not always successfully summon a patronus. Recently he has been using the memory of receiving his O.W.Ls results.
Boggart: A rather unpleasant looking man and woman telling him he is useless and that they never loved or wanted him. They are the way Quentin pictures his biological parents, who he has never met and he fears that they gave him away because he wasn’t good enough for them.
Dementor: Receiving his Hogwarts letter. Up until that point he had been living quite contentedly as a slightly spoiled muggle child, but when the ministry official arrived to tell him about Hogwarts somehow in their shock his parents revealed that he was adopted. Quen didn’t take it too well when he was told that he’d been discovered abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage.
Amortentia: Bacon, shoe polish, satsumas and baking bread.
Nicknames: Quen and Flack.
Clothing Style: Quen tries to dress well, he gets in enough trouble at school without being reprimanded for an untidy uniform, but somehow throughout the day his shirt ends up un-tucked and his tie loosens until the knot is somewhere around his navel. Outside of school he usually wears jeans and a t-shirt as he just can’t seem to get used to wearing wizarding clothing all the time like the purebloods tend to.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Biological Parents: Judy Kent (nee Elston, 37), ministry secretary.
Reginald Nott, (57), ministry official.
Siblings: Jasmine Flack (15).
Harriet Kent (6).
Tamsin (20), Damian (18) and Winston Nott (16).
Relatives: Uncle Donald (61), mechanic. Gets a special mention because he always used to give Quen cool Christmas presents and promised to teach him how to drive after he’s finished school.
Other Important Figures: N/A.
Pets: Colonel Mustard – the family jack russell terrier, bought when Quen was nine to stop him bugging his parents about getting a pet. Soppy and a little bit past his best Col. M spends most of his time keeping guard (in front of the radiator by the front door).
Rupert – the toad. With the costs of sending a child to Hogwarts Agatha and Henry could hardly afford another pet for Quentin to take with him, but during his first three years at school he saved his pennies and knuts up with the intention of buying a rat. When he got to the pet shop he decided the toads were much cooler and bought one of them instead.
Pensieve: It started out as a little innocent flirting, after all Mr. Nott was quite handsome and nothing would ever come of it, he was a married man! But Judy, a young and innocent secretary, quickly ended up quite out of her depth. Reginald Nott bought her all sorts of expensive presents, told her he loved her, told her he was going to leave his wife for her and Judy was just naive enough to believe it. Until she got pregnant that is and the carefully constructed affair came crashing down around them.
Reginald became quite cruel, insisting she got rid of the baby as he didn’t want some illegitimate runt ruining his marriage and muscling in on his kids’ inheritance. But Judy couldn’t bring herself to have an abortion and instead she kept the pregnancy a secret from almost everyone and when the baby was born she took him to a muggle orphanage wrapped in nothing but a blanket with the name Quentin Reuben embroidered onto one corner. (Judy had meant to call him Owen after her father, but when you buy a baby blanket second hand and then abandon your child people tend to make assumptions.)
Quen was quite a cute baby and when the Flacks came to see him it was love at first site. They adopted him quickly, or as quickly as anybody can when there’s a tonne of paperwork to fill out and background checks to pass and other general hoops to jump through. So, the first eleven years of his life were quite ordinary and, apart from things tending to break around Quentin when he got too worked up, nobody suspected that he might have a magical bone in his body.
Then the ministry official arrived to explain that he was a wizard and all hell broke loose. Agatha and Henry hadn’t even known magic existed and in their shock they made a flurry of phone calls to the orphanage to see if anybody from Quen’s family could be traced. Quentin overheard one of these conversations and had a tantrum of epic proportions, which resulted in the Flacks having to fork out for both a new television and vacuum cleaner. In the typical self-centred view of an eleven year old Quen wanted to know why his cool magical parents had abandoned him to grow up with boring ordinary ones. He’d known magic was real all along and his parents were clearly morons for telling him it only existed in stories when he was nine.
That summer he decided he couldn’t arrive at school without knowing at least something about magic, he didn’t want to look stupid in front of his peers. So he went to the local library and read every book on magic he could find swotting up on everything from the Salem witch trials to Merlin. Unfortunately when he did arrive, the sorting hat calling him a know-it-all and quickly putting him in Ravenclaw, it turned out the magic he’d read about really was just fiction and actual magic was quite different. A few of the purebloods found Quen’s insistence that he knew what he was talking about hilarious and began to tease him. It wasn’t long before he threw another tantrum, this time in the Great Hall, where he accidentally blew up a soup tureen and landed himself a week of detention.
This rather bad start didn’t deter Quentin and instead of being put off by the teasing it only motivated him to learn more. About real magic this time. He settled in a little better after that, making a few friends and even becoming quite popular because he wasn’t bad company when he wasn’t sulking. This thirst for knowledge and desperate need to prove himself to his magical peers lead to him getting some of the best O.W.L. results in his year. Now in his seventh year he doesn’t throw his weight around nearly so often and it’s been at least a week since he made something explode. A new record.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
Dislikes: Detention, losing house points, being teased, vegetables, early mornings, being told he’s wrong and cats.
Quirks and Habits: Interrupts other people’s conversations, corrects people when they’re wrong, throws tantrums, frequently checks his watch.
Mirror of Erised: Graduating top of his class, getting a girlfriend and getting a job in the field of magical research.
In Depth Personality:
Strengths
Determined: Once Quen sets his mind on something he follows through and doesn’t take no for an answer. The one time he couldn’t figure out the Ravenclaw password he sat outside the common room for five hours and put a silencing charm on anybody who tried to tell him the answer just because he wanted to say he worked it out for himself.
Intelligent: He reads a lot and has a knack for problem solving. His grades alone provide evidence of that and he’s achieving Os in most of his subjects. But book smarts are a lot different from emotional intelligence, an area he is decidedly less adept in.
Curious: Quentin loves to learn about new things. If you put a box in front of him and told him not to look inside he’d just have to take a peak. This trait coupled with his determination often means he goes above and beyond the call of duty to find answers.
Independent: Yes he enjoys company and having friends, but if he has to do something on his own then Quen is perfectly happy to. He doesn’t need people around him to be content and he definitely doesn’t need their help, thank you very much, he’s quite capable of handling things on his own.
Helpful: Quen doesn’t mind lending a hand, if only so he can put his own skills to the test solving whatever problem somebody might have. And, no, it doesn’t matter if they actually want his help, they’re getting it. Because that’s the kind of helpful
Weaknesses
Impatient: Quen doesn’t like to wait for anything. If he’s hungry he wants food straight away, if he hands in a piece of homework he expects to get it back marked in the very next lesson. He doesn’t like owling people because they take aaaages to reply; instead he just goes and finds them because they have to respond straight away if he’s right there.
Short Tempered: It doesn’t take much to make Quen snap. A perceived insult (particularly if aimed at his muggle parents, he’s a little defensive of them, bless him), frustration because he can’t quite work out the charm he’s trying to learn, any little thing really. He’s got a little better at controlling his tantrums now he’s older, but he’s still prone to the occasional fit of sulking.
Sensitive: Definitely not a good trait to have with his short temper. If you insult or slight him he takes it to heart and will hold a grudge until he considers things even. This trait can depend a little on his mood, if he’d feeling good then he can take the teasing like a man, but catch him on a bad day and prepare for his (literally) explosive temper to surface.
Interfering: Don’t think you can keep something secret from him, he’ll find out eventually you know! The fact that you think it’s none of his business is not the point. What do you know? You’re clearly not as intelligent as he is. Quen has got no qualms about interrupting an overheard conversation and adding his own opinion into the mix.
Stubborn: The bad thing about being determined is it often makes you stubborn as a mule too. It isn’t easy to change Quen’s mind about something and he won’t be budged from his opinion even in the face of quite reasonable suggestions. It’s usually easier to just let him make his mistakes, sulk for a while and then pretend it never happened and he hadn’t been stupid enough to think that before.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: Wouldn’t you like to know XP.
Time Zone: BRITLAND.
How Did You Find Us?: Google maps.
Play By: Luke Pasqualino
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The novelty well and truly hadn’t worn off. Topher had his own desk; his own desk in the Auror’s Office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic. Fuck yeah! This was his dream come true, the culmination of everything he’d been working for since the first time his father had told him tales of Harry Potter when he was a boy. Sure the space wasn’t perfect... In fact he couldn’t even fit his knees under the desk and he could touch both sides of the cubicle with his elbows at the same time, not to mention when he stood up his chair usually crashed into the all too flimsy wall of the cubicle behind him, but it was what the desk stood for that mattered.
Considering Topher had been expecting excitement and adventure from the get go, his first few weeks had been deceptively mundane. He didn’t really have any work to do, apart from a growing pile of semi-complete reports that somebody had asked him to look over and which Topher had begun to dutifully ignore. He’d quickly learned that doing the work just meant they gave him more, but if he took his time he had more of a chance to find alternative ways to amuse himself. First he’d delved into the archives and read firsthand accounts of the Great War, then he’d set himself the task of discovering who kept blocking up the water cooler with Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum and finally he’d explored the Ministry more fully and met up with a few old school chums who were now working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
All of those were just distractions though; Topher was biding his time until the real work began. He knew it would because Saeros (his boss and a super cool dude) had told him he was being partnered with Adrian Connery for a mission of utmost importance. However, he never had been very good at playing the waiting game so he was quite pleased when the interdepartmental memos came zooming in from the lift and there was one for him from the aforementioned friends from Magical Games and Sports. He was less pleased when he realised that the picture was of a woman, not that he had any problems with women, but when they were so scantily clad...
Topher looked furtively over his shoulder and saw to his horror that Saeros and Connery were approaching his desk. Which was, of course, the moment that the memo chose to start moaning, her voice loud, breathy and completely scandalous. He jumped as Saeros greeted him (how had they got over here so fast, had they sprinted past the last few cubicles?) and quickly crumpled the memo into a ball, tossing it into the waste paper basket by his knee and casting a silencing charm on it with a blush colouring his cheeks. ”Hey boss, hey Adrian, coffee would be great!” He said scrambling to his feet and remembering too late that he didn’t even really like coffee. Not unless it had about six sugars in it.
Any embarrassment he might have felt at being caught looking at porn during office hours quickly evaporated as excitement at the prospect of finally having a proper case to work on rushed over him. ”Is this about the vampire thing?” He asked hopefully, grin firmly in place. ”Because I’m so ready to stake some creepy, undead mofos.” Topher grabbed the muggle biro Saeros had given him on his first day, twirling it to demonstrate and fumbling the catch so he had to scramble to pick the plastic pen up off the floor. ”Fuck, oops.” He said, straightening and rubbing a hand across the back of his neck sheepishly. ”Guess I still need a little practice.”
Considering Topher had been expecting excitement and adventure from the get go, his first few weeks had been deceptively mundane. He didn’t really have any work to do, apart from a growing pile of semi-complete reports that somebody had asked him to look over and which Topher had begun to dutifully ignore. He’d quickly learned that doing the work just meant they gave him more, but if he took his time he had more of a chance to find alternative ways to amuse himself. First he’d delved into the archives and read firsthand accounts of the Great War, then he’d set himself the task of discovering who kept blocking up the water cooler with Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum and finally he’d explored the Ministry more fully and met up with a few old school chums who were now working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
All of those were just distractions though; Topher was biding his time until the real work began. He knew it would because Saeros (his boss and a super cool dude) had told him he was being partnered with Adrian Connery for a mission of utmost importance. However, he never had been very good at playing the waiting game so he was quite pleased when the interdepartmental memos came zooming in from the lift and there was one for him from the aforementioned friends from Magical Games and Sports. He was less pleased when he realised that the picture was of a woman, not that he had any problems with women, but when they were so scantily clad...
Topher looked furtively over his shoulder and saw to his horror that Saeros and Connery were approaching his desk. Which was, of course, the moment that the memo chose to start moaning, her voice loud, breathy and completely scandalous. He jumped as Saeros greeted him (how had they got over here so fast, had they sprinted past the last few cubicles?) and quickly crumpled the memo into a ball, tossing it into the waste paper basket by his knee and casting a silencing charm on it with a blush colouring his cheeks. ”Hey boss, hey Adrian, coffee would be great!” He said scrambling to his feet and remembering too late that he didn’t even really like coffee. Not unless it had about six sugars in it.
Any embarrassment he might have felt at being caught looking at porn during office hours quickly evaporated as excitement at the prospect of finally having a proper case to work on rushed over him. ”Is this about the vampire thing?” He asked hopefully, grin firmly in place. ”Because I’m so ready to stake some creepy, undead mofos.” Topher grabbed the muggle biro Saeros had given him on his first day, twirling it to demonstrate and fumbling the catch so he had to scramble to pick the plastic pen up off the floor. ”Fuck, oops.” He said, straightening and rubbing a hand across the back of his neck sheepishly. ”Guess I still need a little practice.”
