Post by Will Fizzlewit on Feb 10, 2006 8:22:02 GMT -5
Full Name:Guillaume Fizzlewit (ie. William or Will)
Age:11
Sex:Male
Year:1st Year
Bloodline:Half-blood
Parentage:
Father - Marvin Fizzlewit, pureblood wizard, works for Ministry of Magic
Mother - Juliette, Muggle (who has accepted the wizarding world)
Houses in order of Preference:Hufflepuff (then I guess Gryffindor, Slytherin/Ravenclaw)
Wand: 10 inch pine with unicorn hair
Pet:Salamander named Sol
Personality:Shy, but friendly and fiercely loyal once he gets to know someone. A bit clumsy.
Appearance:Slightly tall for his age, kinda thin, blondy-brown, thick, spiky hair, bright green eyes.
History:Will Fizzlewit's father Marvin works for the Ministry of Magic, was in Hufflepuff when he was at Hogwarts and is very proud of his family name. The only problem is that in the wizarding world it is by some considered a name synonomous with clumsiness and disaster. Will is sometimes afraid that he won't live up to his father's expectations, and is also afraid that he'll be as magically clumsy as his father. Rather than letting this get him down, however, he uses this as motivation to study hard with the hope that it will help him with the practical side of things. Will wants to make good, life-long friends to help eachother learn and succeed. It is also in his nature to be funny, friendly, and hard-working. He doesn't know what he wants to be when he leaves Hogwarts, but seeing as he's only a 1st year he's hoping to work it out as he goes along. He's never flown before (eep!), is looking forward to Transfiguration and Herbology and is a little wary of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. All in all he hopes to be a good student, study hard and get past any physical shortcomings, and work out what he wants to be when he leaves Hogwarts, making a few good friends in the process.
Sample Post:(I know it's long, but I got carried away...)
William awoke, rolled over and yawned, taking in a breath of fresh air from his open window. As he slowly emerged from sleepiness and gathered his thoughts, he suddenly remembered what day it was - today was the day he was supposed to go to Hogwarts! It was an exciting prospect that had filled his every conscious thought for the past few weeks - Hogwarts at last! He jumped out of bed, quickly pulled over his sheets for the last time, and ran once again through his inventory of Hogwarts items, piled neatly at the foot of his bed the night before and still exactly where he left them. When he noted that everything was where it was meant to be and nothing had wandered off in the middle of the night, he picked the awkward pile up as best he could and bounded down the stairs, ready to take on the world.
As he dropped his load at the bottom of the stairs he said a cheery 'hullo!' to his mother, who was cooking breakfast over the stove in the kitchen, and a friendly 'good morning!' to his father who was reading the Daily Prophet at the kitchen table. 'Bon matin mon petit Guillaume!' lulled his mother in her thick, French accent as she kissed him lightly on the cheek. 'Are you ready for your first day at 'ogwarts?'
'Oui maman, bien sur!' he replied.
'I'm very proud of you son,' beamed William's father. 'I've waited for this day ever since you could walk and talk, when my own first born son could proudly carry the name of Fizzlewit back into the halls of Hogwarts and show them what we're made of.'
'Thanks father, I'll try my best,' William replied as he shoved his last home-cooked breakfast into his mouth, savouring the flavours that he would sorely miss. 'And I haven't forgotten what special day it is for you two today either - it's your twelfth wedding anniversary.'
'Why yes it is,' replied his father as he got up out of his chair, 'and I've enjoyed all twelve years of it too.' He gave his wife a hug and a kiss, and William rolled his eyes. His mother, Juliette Desjardins, had been a french actress when she'd met his father, Marvin. Juliette was a muggle; tall, slender and ravishingly beautiful, with long dark brown hair and gracious green eyes. Marvin Fizzlewit worked for the Ministry of Magic, and was extremely proud of his family name, despite that in much of the wizarding community it was synonomous with clumsiness and disaster. Marvin was short, round, and had a crop of sandy blond hair. He was a cheery person, and a friendly and hard-working one too. William had adopted the best of both of his parents' characteristics - he was tall for his age and slender, with thick blondy-brown hair and his mother's adorable green eyes. He had adopted his father's charming personality - his humour, friendliness and hard-working attitude. William prided himself on his honesty, loyalty and dependability. All in all, William was happy with who he was, and loved his parents dearly, even if one of them was a muggle. She had easily accepted the wizarding world, it would seem, though as if to remember her previous life in the muggle world she had named him Guillaume, after her grandfather. Marvin preferred the english version of the name, but William himself just preferred Will.
His father's voice suddenly cut William out of his reverie. 'Well then, we'd better get a move-on, or you'll miss the train!' Remembering what was to come, William once again jumped up eagerly and the family left for the train station.
William had loaded all of his gear onto the train and in the last minutes before it left, was pulled aside by his father. 'Will,' he said, 'I have a gift for you, something to remember us by while you're away.' Wiping away the beginnings of tears, Marvin handed a package to William, and he unwrapped it. It was a leather-bound notebook, with a picture of the Fizzlewit family crest on the front cover, a yellow shield with a salamander upon it. Underneath the shield in curly golden letters was written 'Guillaume Fizzlewit'. Attached to the side was a quill with brilliant yellow feathers and his name inscribed into the side in a similar fashion. 'It's a diary,' said Marvin, with a quiver in his voice. 'We thought you might like to remember your days at Hogwarts. But you don't have to write in this one, you just talk and it writes down everything you say to it. I enchanted it myself.'
'Thanks dad, thankyou so much,' said William as he rushed forward and hugged his father. The stationhand called and signalled, and it was time for Will to leave. He quickly jumped on, and, hanging out the door, called out to his parents. 'Bye mum, bye dad, I'll miss you. I'll send an owl as soon as I can!' Then he disappeared inside, and the Hogwarts Express chugged off, away from the platform and on towards William's new life. Would William enjoy Hogwart's? What amazing things would he learn? Which house would he be in, Hufflepuff like his father was? Something else? Would he inherit his father's clumsiness as a wizard? And, more importantly, would he live up to his father's name and expectations as a Fizzlewit?
Age:11
Sex:Male
Year:1st Year
Bloodline:Half-blood
Parentage:
Father - Marvin Fizzlewit, pureblood wizard, works for Ministry of Magic
Mother - Juliette, Muggle (who has accepted the wizarding world)
Houses in order of Preference:Hufflepuff (then I guess Gryffindor, Slytherin/Ravenclaw)
Wand: 10 inch pine with unicorn hair
Pet:Salamander named Sol
Personality:Shy, but friendly and fiercely loyal once he gets to know someone. A bit clumsy.
Appearance:Slightly tall for his age, kinda thin, blondy-brown, thick, spiky hair, bright green eyes.
History:Will Fizzlewit's father Marvin works for the Ministry of Magic, was in Hufflepuff when he was at Hogwarts and is very proud of his family name. The only problem is that in the wizarding world it is by some considered a name synonomous with clumsiness and disaster. Will is sometimes afraid that he won't live up to his father's expectations, and is also afraid that he'll be as magically clumsy as his father. Rather than letting this get him down, however, he uses this as motivation to study hard with the hope that it will help him with the practical side of things. Will wants to make good, life-long friends to help eachother learn and succeed. It is also in his nature to be funny, friendly, and hard-working. He doesn't know what he wants to be when he leaves Hogwarts, but seeing as he's only a 1st year he's hoping to work it out as he goes along. He's never flown before (eep!), is looking forward to Transfiguration and Herbology and is a little wary of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. All in all he hopes to be a good student, study hard and get past any physical shortcomings, and work out what he wants to be when he leaves Hogwarts, making a few good friends in the process.
Sample Post:(I know it's long, but I got carried away...)
William awoke, rolled over and yawned, taking in a breath of fresh air from his open window. As he slowly emerged from sleepiness and gathered his thoughts, he suddenly remembered what day it was - today was the day he was supposed to go to Hogwarts! It was an exciting prospect that had filled his every conscious thought for the past few weeks - Hogwarts at last! He jumped out of bed, quickly pulled over his sheets for the last time, and ran once again through his inventory of Hogwarts items, piled neatly at the foot of his bed the night before and still exactly where he left them. When he noted that everything was where it was meant to be and nothing had wandered off in the middle of the night, he picked the awkward pile up as best he could and bounded down the stairs, ready to take on the world.
As he dropped his load at the bottom of the stairs he said a cheery 'hullo!' to his mother, who was cooking breakfast over the stove in the kitchen, and a friendly 'good morning!' to his father who was reading the Daily Prophet at the kitchen table. 'Bon matin mon petit Guillaume!' lulled his mother in her thick, French accent as she kissed him lightly on the cheek. 'Are you ready for your first day at 'ogwarts?'
'Oui maman, bien sur!' he replied.
'I'm very proud of you son,' beamed William's father. 'I've waited for this day ever since you could walk and talk, when my own first born son could proudly carry the name of Fizzlewit back into the halls of Hogwarts and show them what we're made of.'
'Thanks father, I'll try my best,' William replied as he shoved his last home-cooked breakfast into his mouth, savouring the flavours that he would sorely miss. 'And I haven't forgotten what special day it is for you two today either - it's your twelfth wedding anniversary.'
'Why yes it is,' replied his father as he got up out of his chair, 'and I've enjoyed all twelve years of it too.' He gave his wife a hug and a kiss, and William rolled his eyes. His mother, Juliette Desjardins, had been a french actress when she'd met his father, Marvin. Juliette was a muggle; tall, slender and ravishingly beautiful, with long dark brown hair and gracious green eyes. Marvin Fizzlewit worked for the Ministry of Magic, and was extremely proud of his family name, despite that in much of the wizarding community it was synonomous with clumsiness and disaster. Marvin was short, round, and had a crop of sandy blond hair. He was a cheery person, and a friendly and hard-working one too. William had adopted the best of both of his parents' characteristics - he was tall for his age and slender, with thick blondy-brown hair and his mother's adorable green eyes. He had adopted his father's charming personality - his humour, friendliness and hard-working attitude. William prided himself on his honesty, loyalty and dependability. All in all, William was happy with who he was, and loved his parents dearly, even if one of them was a muggle. She had easily accepted the wizarding world, it would seem, though as if to remember her previous life in the muggle world she had named him Guillaume, after her grandfather. Marvin preferred the english version of the name, but William himself just preferred Will.
His father's voice suddenly cut William out of his reverie. 'Well then, we'd better get a move-on, or you'll miss the train!' Remembering what was to come, William once again jumped up eagerly and the family left for the train station.
William had loaded all of his gear onto the train and in the last minutes before it left, was pulled aside by his father. 'Will,' he said, 'I have a gift for you, something to remember us by while you're away.' Wiping away the beginnings of tears, Marvin handed a package to William, and he unwrapped it. It was a leather-bound notebook, with a picture of the Fizzlewit family crest on the front cover, a yellow shield with a salamander upon it. Underneath the shield in curly golden letters was written 'Guillaume Fizzlewit'. Attached to the side was a quill with brilliant yellow feathers and his name inscribed into the side in a similar fashion. 'It's a diary,' said Marvin, with a quiver in his voice. 'We thought you might like to remember your days at Hogwarts. But you don't have to write in this one, you just talk and it writes down everything you say to it. I enchanted it myself.'
'Thanks dad, thankyou so much,' said William as he rushed forward and hugged his father. The stationhand called and signalled, and it was time for Will to leave. He quickly jumped on, and, hanging out the door, called out to his parents. 'Bye mum, bye dad, I'll miss you. I'll send an owl as soon as I can!' Then he disappeared inside, and the Hogwarts Express chugged off, away from the platform and on towards William's new life. Would William enjoy Hogwart's? What amazing things would he learn? Which house would he be in, Hufflepuff like his father was? Something else? Would he inherit his father's clumsiness as a wizard? And, more importantly, would he live up to his father's name and expectations as a Fizzlewit?