general
full name: Albus Severus Potter
nicknames: Alby (
Never Al. Be prepared for a disgruntled and/or look of severe distaste if you do.)
birthdate: 14th of May (sixteen)
sexuality: Homosexual
blood status: Pureblood
house: Slytherin
year/occupation: Sixth
wand: Ash, 11 ¾ , unicorn tail hair core, unyielding
play-by: Grayson Vaughan
personality
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
dislikes:- Alliteration
- Being compared to other people
- Chocolate
- Being nagged about being a good role model
- Having to repeat himself
- Snow
- People touching his stuff
- Quidditch
strengths: - Very smart
- Independent
- Ambitious
weaknesses: - Stubborn
- He's not too big on maintaining friendships
- Not the most empathic
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
overall: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 precaution 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.
background
mother: Ginevra Potter (nee Weasley), 41, Quidditch correspondent
father: Harry Potter, 42, Auror
siblings: James (17), Lily (15)
other relatives: Assorted Weasleys
overall: 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 five 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.
roleplayer
alias: Avery
experience: Six years
origin: Caution, I think
other characters: none
