WESTWOOD, GABRIEL ALISTAIR

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YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.

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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.

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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.

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AMORTENTIA:

• Christmas trees – there is something very nostalgic about the potent scent of a pine tree
  
• Fresh baked pastries – who doesn’t love the smell of desserts fresh out of the oven, ready to be eaten?
  
• Ocean – the salty scent of the brine is almost soothing to Gabe
  
• Old books – yes, the bookwork has to like the smell of something dorky. When Gabriel opens up an old book in the library, the musty smell of the crackling pages is almost

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[/u]Gabriel's best memory was the first time he boarded the train to Hogwarts. Amongst all the first year students -- and older students -- there was a bustling, excitement filling the air of every cabin. Gabriel could barely contain his excitement, too, wondering about all the discoveries that he could make at Hogwarts. But for him, the best of all was staring out at the vast, stretching countryside that the train rattled cross, in complete awe at the changing landscapes. He still gets a jolt of excitment when he watches the Hogwarts castle rise up before the train as it comes chugging down the tracks.

form: A sparrow. Gabriel is still unsure of why his patronus flutters out of his wand in the shape of a little sparrow, but he has done some reading himself. Gabriel has read that Sparrows mean you have a gentle nature, and are intellectual. Gabriel is both of these things, as he is not pushy or arrogant, but gentle and sweet inside, and very intelligent. Sparrows are also said to mean "eternity", "luck", and "innocence". Gabriel would not go so far as to say he is a lucky boy who will live a long life, and he denies that he is still rather innocent for his age, but it is true. Sparrows are also said to go on very long journies, but always return back home. Gabriel is somewhat of a home-body, who prefers staying grounded and around places he is comfortable than going off on long adventures. Best of all, though, Gabriel came across that sparrows represent "dedication", "trust" and -- what he really hopes will happen -- "true love". Gabriel is crossing his fingers that his little sparrow patronus will translate into real life.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.

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• Alistair Westwood, 43, Oblivator
  
• Priscilla Clarke, 41, Potioneer

SIBLINGS:

• Aiden Westwood -- half-brother, seventeen, gryffindor
  
• Briony Clarke -- half-sister, twenty-two, Daily Profit intern

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[/i] purebloods? Priscilla was a determined, hot-headed Irish woman, so she let herself become a force in itself, eventually working her way into high-respect amongst her peers; no one messed with Priscilla, or their head would be blown off. She displayed this maliciousness in classes, where she was concise yet precise, and was sure to come out top – or, if not, make a statement. She earned the respect of her fellow classmates by such qualities – and by lighting a kid’s robes on fire by sabotaging their potion to backfire and create a chain reaction from there. And that’s where she met Alistair Westwood.

Alistair Westwood knew his place – his father was a fine wand-maker whose company supplied mostly to France. Alistair’s mother, Vivienne La Rue, met Alistair’s father through an arranged marriage, and the two have been married since – despite their marital problems and affairs. So Alistair was a pureblood who hated Priscilla Clarke. Despised her. Spat at her feet. Priscilla duffed Alistair up in the Great Hall one evening when he did this, and Priscilla was sure to hiss into his ear, “Next time it’ll be your pretty little head!” before her Head of House dragged her off of him and away.

When Alistair and Priscilla sat detention together, Alistair discovered how intensely beautiful she was. He found himself gravitating closer and closer to Priscilla. It was the first year that Alistair had developed a childish infatuation for her, and by fifth year, the two were a known item. Priscilla had come a long way, and now that her status was developed, people gave her no trouble at all – and, not to mention, she’d developed her appearances through those years, and she’d become Alistair’s “Irish Bullet”; she’d struck a nerve.

After graduation, the two decided to pursue their careers – and Alistair had begun saving up for his ring. His parents were not pleased by the prospect of him marrying a mudblood, but they covered it up by saying to their peers that the finely-dressed Irish woman was a pureblood as well. Through the separation of their careers, the two met up a nineteen where Priscilla found herself pregnant by mistake. Alistair proposed immediately after, and they got married in mid-July. The happy newlyweds started their lives.

Their first child, Briony, was only five when Priscilla found out about Alistair’s affair. The two broke it off, and two months later Alistair’s lover was giving birth to his son, Gabriel’s half brother; four months later, Gabriel was born to Priscilla.

Priscilla was at such odds with Alistair that she shoved the burden of their son onto Alistair and left with Briony to a different part of London to continue her career as a potioneer. And Gabriel was left with his father, the Slytherin, and his brother, the adventurer.

Gabriel showed signs of great shyness even from a young age – he had a bright, intelligent spark to his eyes from birth, but hid behind the shadow of his outgoing half-brother, contented to read instead of play Quidditch. His father was rarely around, so the half-brothers were mostly raised by their maid. Gabriel spent most of his time reading, and when his brother asked him to play, Gabriel rarely ever won any games, unless they had to do with logic and tactic, not athletics.

When their Hogwarts letter came, the two were whisked away, no questions asked. They were bought the finest tailored robes (which his brother tore quite promptly at school), leather-bound notebook, fine quills and inkwells. Gabriel was sure to have read mostly everything in his books before he even headed to classes. He was sorted into Ravenclaw for his smarts, while his brother was sorted into Gryffindor for his daring. His half-brother soon earned a “rebel-without-a-cause” reputation, and Gabriel became a favourite amongst the teachers – much to his horrible dismay.

While most people thought him to be snooty because of his marks and because he had very little friends, the friends he has know that Gabriel is a hopeless romantic who is goofy, good-humoured and very, very sweet. People just need to give him a chance!

Gabriel hopes that this year he will finally find himself a girl – seeing as he is a virgin in every way: never touched a girl, never held a girl’s hand, never kissed a girl, never dance with one … Not to mention that instead of sneaking out to parties Gabriel stays in a studies because his conscious tells him that he knows better. So this year, Gabriel is hoping to go out with a bang!
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.

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OOC NAME: ECHO
AGE: 15
EXPERIENCE: 2 years or so ...?
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Sometime after midnight Roxanne woke up. She rolled over in her bed, checked her watch. She squinted her eyes, clouded with sleep, and saw that her watch read twelve-thirteen. She felt the faintest of grins curl into her lips. It was December twenty-fifth; it was Christmas. She flopped back down, curling up into her pillows and underneath her warm covers, letting sleep overcome her before the excitement kicked in.


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Roxanne was awoken by banging downstairs. Her eyes slowly opened, blinking against the bright white light that filtered through her white gauze curtains. She wiped sleep sand from the corners of her eyes and slowly got up, stretching her long legs and arms and yawning wide. Roxanne slipped her feet into a pair of warm, fuzzy slippers and groggily stumbled over to her window.

She pulled the curtains aside and peered out, squinting her tired eyes against the bright white of falling snow that finely blanketed the ground. Totally untouched and pure, Roxanne could remember the days when her and her brother, Fred, would tear out into the field in their excessive snow suits, and crash into the untouched blanket of snow, watching as it sprayed from beneath their bodies as they landed. She remembered throwing snowballs at Fred, but crying when one hit her in the face. Roxanne smiled, lost in nostalgia when someone banged on her door. She jumped, turning around.

“C’mon, we have to get to the Burrow soon!” her mother called to her. Roxanne gave a short, curt reply of “Yes mum, I’m coming!” and started over to her dresser where she began rifling through her drawers. After picking out a pair of white jeans, a striped pink sweater and a gray scarp, Roxanne pulled her door open and descended the stairs. There was something about Christmas that brought back so many distant memories – the nights when she couldn’t sleep because of the anticipation; beating Fred down the stairs on Christmas morning; and, not to mention, the Christmases at the Burrow, surrounded by her amazing – yet sometimes crazy – family. She was excited to see everyone again. Roxanne hurried to her family just as her father stepped into the green flames of the floor powder and disappeared. Fred disappeared after her father, and before Roxanne could step into the flames after them, her mother grasped her shoulder.

She handed Roxanne a pile of red packages to carry to the Burrow with her. Roxanne grabbed the packages and stepped into the flames, tugged away with the current.

Aah, the Burrow. The sight may not be appealing or ideal to some, but the Burrow was Roxanne’s home. Or, second home. The Burrow was full of lost tales and memories and always full to the brim with cousins and good food. Roxanne could already smell something wonderful brewing in the kitchen concocted by the lovely Grandma Weasley.

Roxanne scooted past her brother and looked around the living area. She saw Lily and another little girl who Roxanne believed to be Laney – the younger sister of Albus’s good friend, Rory. “I come bearing gifts!” Roxanne announced, beaming as she stepped into the kitchen and saw her Grandma, Mrs. Weasley, and her Uncle, Harry. She slid the presents onto the table and looked from Molly to Harry. “Uncle Harry,” Roxanne said, slipping her arms around him for a tight hug, before sliding over and giving her grandma a nice hug. She loved Grammy to death, but the only thing about her that Roxanne hated was the Weasley Christmas sweaters – they itched like crazy, never fit right (the sat in unattractive lumps on Roxanne), and they got one every year. With the prospect of the sweaters on Roxanne’s mind, Roxanne slipped from the kitchen and into the living room where she settled herself down onto a couch.

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