POTTER, James

[James 'Prongs' Potter]

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James Ignotus Potter
"Prongs"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
YEAR: Seventh
AGE: Seventeen
DOB: March 27, 1960
RACE: Caucasian (British)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Eleven inches precisely, crafted out of pliable mahogany. It is remarkably good for Transfiguration.
BROOM: Silver Arrow
PET: A comely grey Eagle Owl by the name of Antioch.

APPEARANCE:
James Potter is the kind of boy whose near flawless looks make girls swoon and other guys frown with worry. Easily slipping into the highly coveted "tall, dark and handsome" category, James has never encountered any trouble with his self esteem. Certainly, when he first started at Hogwarts (and indeed, this tradition continued well into his third year) he was lanky and scrawny- traits which a person doesn't generally associate with the word "dreamboat", and yet the Gryffindor was somehow able to pull it off. Instead of appearing nerdy or weak (as he should have- maybe his ego would've ended up smaller), the tall, skinny James of all those years ago was "adorable" and thoroughly "oh Merlin, I just want to hug him!". Things (naturally) only got better when the boy grew into his height and began to fill out physically, and this was a development that James both understood and made complete use of. By the time he hit sixth year, James reached his full potential looks-wise, and oh, what features they are! If Sirius Black is the haughtily perfect, yet approachable looking Pureblood prince and Remus Lupin is the dashing, strong but silent type, then James Potter is the wild, laughing rogue who rounds out the whole circle of friends. He's roughly 6'3" tall (he rounded up a little, alright?), a height which makes him one of the bigger boys at school. To say that he doesn't lord this natural advantage over younger grades would be a lie, because he does rather enjoy the mixture of admiration and innocent terror that first years seem to display when confronted with the sight of "the great James Potter". Alright, so the only person who thinks of him as "great" just so happens to be himself, but it has to be admitted that he does possess a striking presence- something which is probably aided by the condition that he keeps his body in. The Gryffindor could certainly never be considered buff or particularly built, since he's not really sporty enough to be the bench pressing, weight lifting sort.

Then again, calling him thin and weedy would be doing him an absolute injustice (not to mention the fact that it would be a dirty, dirty lie). He'd never be able to say that he has the most amazing body that any girl will ever see (much to his chagrin?) but his commitment to playing Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and the runs that he takes regularly allow him to stay in tip-top shape. The exercise regiment (if it can be called such a thing) that James operates to has somehow toned all parts of his body to an equal standard, preventing him from looking unfortunately lopsided as some do. James has never been modest or self conscious about his body, despite the fact that he eats about twice as much as he probably should. In his fifth year (and indeed, the first part of his sixth year), he was all for finding excuses to "randomly" be seen sans shirt by his female peers, because of course the thought of showing off his tanned, Quidditch shaped chest was ever so appealing to the rather direly immature Gryffindor. Thankfully such exhibitionist tendencies have long since left him, but he'd like to believe that if the urge ever took him nowadays he still wouldn't disappoint. In spite of his physique, James has never really been a particularly graceful sort. In fact, the only times that he ever feels as though he possesses perfect balance are when he's either flying, running, or in his Animagus form. He's not necessarily downright clumsy- he just finds it difficult to fit into small spaces, that's all. The fact that he doesn't seem to be very good at judging distances is one that he either ignores or vehemently denies. Things aren't aided by his big feet either, though he does rather appreciate having large, perpetually warm hands, because they often seem to come in handy (no pun intended). Seriously, though, despite the fact that they're not exactly the sort of trait that jump out at people, James feels as though his hands are one of his better features. Enough trivial details about that, though.

Anybody will tell you that what really makes a person stand out from a crowd are their facial attributes, and in James's case there is no exception. His bone structure favours that of his father- a rugged, chiseled jaw, a high, dark brow, and prominent cheekbones all mark him as a Potter man. His obvious proof of parentage is accentuated even further by the mop of messy, jet black hair that rests atop the boy's head. Of course, his hair wouldn't be scruffy looking at all if James didn't always find some excuse to run his fingers through it and rough it up in a manner which he thinks of as tasteful, but Lily Evans describes as "idiotic, you toerag". No other girls seem to mind though, since it makes him appear to all the world as though he's just come from an invigorating fly around the Quidditch Pitch, and who doesn't love the boy who's been touted for so long as Gryffindor's finest Chaser? As it is, though, anyone who knows anything can spot James from several metres away because of his hair's luster and dark colour. He inherited only one thing from his mother looks-wise, but his eye colour is (to him) one of his most distinguishing traits. A deep, intense hazel in colour, they have the capability to pretty much topple the ladies. Years spent with Sirius Black's company have rubbed off on him, as his eyes contain much the same hint of laughter that his friend's do. Of course, when he's serious or angry, they're a sight to behold, but James doesn't even know the meaning of the word 'serious' and so it's not that much of an issue. Surprisingly, James doesn't have 20/20 vision. Far from it, in fact. His eyesight is pretty bad, which means that he's been forced (against his will, mind you, and don't you dare ever forget that) to wear glasses. A pair of black, square-framed glasses, to be exact. He requested that the lenses be thin so that people can still actually see his eyes, but that doesn't change the fact that he feels a little awkward whenever he has them on.

In fact, because of his slight consciousness about his glasses, he often pushes them further up the bridge of his nose, especially when he's irritated. A straight, almost Roman nose makes his face perfectly symmetrical, and beneath it lies a mouth that even Adonis would envy. His smile is dazzling (for lack of a better word), and he's been told before that when he's turned his toothy grin on someone, it's very hard for them to stay mad at him. All the better, really, since he's a naturally infuriating person. Nature has only ever really worked against him in one way, and the result is that whenever he's angry a red flush will creep up his neck, making him look simultaneously frightening and foolish. James is a casual dresser- never really fussy about what he puts on, unless he knows that somewhere through the day he's going to see Lily Evans. A button up shirt (with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, naturally) and a pair of jeans are all he needs outside of formal occasions. He'd like to say that he's a neutral colour man, but sometimes he and Sirius co-ordinate wacky colours together, just to make an impression on people. The most memorable of these times was the day that Sirius dared James to dress in a vivid pink nightgown, which was...embarrassing, but at least the colour brought out James's eyes. Usually, as one may have gathered, he personifies "dressing in the dark", especially where his school robes are concerned. The Potter boy often requires reminders to tuck his shirt in, to pull his tie up and to do his robes up, but the teachers are used to James's foibles and, obviously, so is he. Since he was appointed Head Boy, James has been making an effort to look more presentable, but old habits die hard.
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PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
He is not a particularly modest young man. Indeed, James is quite the opposite. To any other Hogwarts student, James Potter is the "it" boy- he has it all. Looks, tremendous wealth, popularity, intelligence, and inherent Quidditch talent- you name a good trait and it can be found in James. Naturally, in true teenage boy fashion, the Gryffindor doesn't downplay these distinct advantages, choosing instead to make them apparent as often as he possibly can. Nobody he associates with seems to mind (except for Snivellus, of course, but since when has James ever paid any attention to his particularly greasy opinion?), and certainly not the horde of girls that have taken to following him and his best friend Sirius Black around. Yes, life is good when you're one of the most eligible and sought after bachelors at Hogwarts, and James has been a social high-flyer for as long as he can remember. James is possessed of...what one might delicately call a "slight ego", but what his brutally honest best mates bluntly refer to as "a head so damn big that it's almost impossible to be in the same bloody room with it". The worst part is that he can't even deny it. Yes, it is true- James Potter has an ego the size of London. He doesn't see why he's not entitled to have it, though. He's pretty much perfect, after all. Then again, that's what being brought up as a proud Pureblood son and getting chased around for years on end by the ladies can do to a guy. Make no mistake, though, he's not that kind of Pureblood (the type who thinks less of those with "unclean" lineage)- in fact, his parents have always encouraged him to be as accepting of other human beings as he possibly can be. Rather, he's simply aware of who he is, and confident as a result of it (well, as a result of numerous successful Quidditch matches and an endless string of girlfriends, too). Typically, his general attitude is viewed as being arrogance, and that's certainly true of his behaviour from a few years ago. Now, though, he'd prefer to think of it as a sort of extreme over-confidence, because that sounds so much nicer.

James has the capacity to be cruel, especially to people who happen to rub him the wrong way (prime example, Severus Snape). He doesn't like anybody who acts holier-than-thou, and when people are foolish enough to be high-handed around him he can quickly cut them down with the sharp wit that he's honed throughout his years in the socially dog-eat-dog climate that Hogwarts provides. The boy has a low tolerance for words such as 'mudblood' and 'muggleborn', and the sure way to get in James's bad books is to use any derogatory blood purity terms in front of him. People who do are more likely to suffer a well aimed Levicorpus than to be agreed with. Indeed, indeed, the pin-up boy has a temper, and a mighty big one at that. Sure, he only gets annoyed about some particular things (blood mockery, unwarranted hostility, being rejected time and time again) but when he does, it's the sort of event that makes people glad that it doesn't happen all too often. He'll be rash, irrational and aggressive, and it's only because of the intervention of Sirius, Remus and Peter that he manages to keep a lid on his anger. Still, he only manages to stay in control about six or seven times out of ten, and during the instances in which he loses "it" (that elusive "it") he easily devolves into the slightly mean-spirited, often ruthless teenager that he was a few years ago- the one who has a tendency to take things "a bit too far". He's never really had the natural ability to accurately judge where that fine line between acceptable and abhorrent lies. Instead, James has relied on his own experiences when it comes to gaging just how far to go, and this applies to not only his pranks, but his general attitude. He was a bit less aware of socially acceptable limits when he was younger, but now, at the age of seventeen, he's managed to settle on a general standard of behaviour to which he adheres (most of the time). Whilst he isn't the nicest boy you'll ever meet (and indeed, he makes no pretenses about this fact- some people, he just can't force himself to be amiable to) he does have a superb sense of humour.

In James's mind, books are for Ravenclaws, torture is for Slytherins, lazing with friends in the Common Room is for Hufflepuffs, and fun and frivolity is for Gryffindors- namely, himself. He has more funny jokes up his sleeve than Gringotts has vaults, and that's probably no exaggeration. He loves seeing people laugh almost as much as he loves laughing himself, and it gives him no greater joy than to see someone who's normally serious and reserved overcome with the hilarity of one of his infamous pranks. Yes, pranks, because after all, when it comes to devising schemes and practical jokes, James is one of the very best, along with Sirius, Remus and Peter. The four make up the merry band that is called "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs", or, for the sake of convenience, "the Marauders", and their escapades are nothing short of legendary at Hogwarts. Apart from planning little jokes with the intent to amuse their fellow students, the Gryffindor gang have one crowning achievement, to which all of their other exploits pale in comparison- the Marauder's Map. It shows every single person at Hogwarts and their locations, and is, essentially, a prankster's most unattainable dream. James definitely puts it to the best use possible, as is his nature. Now, obviously, an item like the Map is difficult to enchant, so the fact that the Potter boy managed to do so (along with significant help from the other Maruaders, admittedly) suggests that he possesses some level of intelligence. James is very smart indeed, but one could easily be forgiven for assuming otherwise- after all, just because someone is intelligent doesn't necessarily mean that they achieve good grades. James slacks off as much as possible in class, simply because it doesn't take all that much effort for him to not only pass, but excel. Teachers used to give him grief about "wasted potential", but have since grown used to what James calls "the Potter way". They put up with his passing notes and occasionally falling asleep in class now, if only because they know he can catch up easily.

Of course, one doesn't become Head Boy for no reason (even though James thinks that Dumbledore has possibly gone insane for giving him the position, and not a stellar student like Remus), and James would like to believe that he was appointed one of Hogwarts' leaders because of the good (if hidden) traits that he possesses, and not simply because he's gained some popularity over the years. One of the amazing qualities about James is his loyalty- he is faithful to and completely trusting of his friends, to the point that some people think his devotion to the Marauders and all of his close buddies is almost unhealthy. He'll never give up on someone he trusts, because his belief in his companions is so deeply developed that he couldn't possibly imagine them ever letting him down. Call this faith in his friends naivete, but James knows that the other Marauders probably do anything for him, just as he would put himself at risk for them with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever. He didn't leave Remus in the dust when he found out that he was a werewolf, and he didn't declare Peter a freak when he tried to join their inner circle, because he tries to see the best in people, and indeed, he has a knack for reading people and judging their personalities. He's always maintained that he'll never change who he is to please someone, but if one of the other Marauders asked him to with good reason, he'd probably make some drastic alterations in a heartbeat. The weight of responsibility that the Head Boy mantle has placed on his shoulders has made James a bit more wary of the possible consequences of some of his more frivolous actions, so he's vowed to try and set a good example for the younger students this year, and take things a little more seriously. He's the sort of boy who, if given the chance, takes on challenges in an effort to grow and learn as a person. Then again, if given the chance, he also flirts like Don Juan, and has enough ex-girlfriends to prove that he's quite good at it. Lily Evans reckons that girls should stop dating him because it'll make his head even bigger, but James is glad that nobody seems to listen to her.

He's not insecure enough to be the sort of guy who always needs a girl on his arm to make him feel comfortable with his own short-comings, but it must be said that he does...ahh, enjoy female company. Let's just say that if it were a choice between doing homework and sneaking down to an empty classroom to "talk" with a girl until past curfew, it's obvious what James would do. Some girls have called him infuriatingly cocky before about his ability to charm, but it's not James's fault. He's just very good at making conversation, and his debonair, easy-going and utterly charming manner is one of his biggest draws to the female population, according to many of his previous flames. He's always quite the gentleman to every girl he happens across, even though nobody would really expect James Potter to be the door-opening, "ladies first" type. To James's credit, he'd never let a girl get in the way of a friendship. To him, loyalty to his mates is something that transcends attraction to a girl, and though it's never been put in to practice, he believes that if one of the other Marauders liked the same girl as him he might back off for the sake of the friendship. Then again, Lily Evans is the sort of girl who could make James change his mind about that particular detail. He's liked her for about as long as he can remember, and always tries to impress her, whether it be by ruffling his hair when he's around her or showing off on a broom. It's this behaviour that has earned him the title of an arrogant prat from some of his less receptive peers, but he doesn't care because he's quite determined to win her over. She's obviously never met someone like James before, because he's so stubborn that it's likely that he'll never give up (lucky her!). Her often kind treatment of Severus Snape was the reason that James started bullying him in the first place, because he couldn't stand "his girl" having a friendship with someone like the Slytherin boy. Still, he hopes that her opinion of him will change soon, but for the meantime he's content with spending time with his friends and trying to wrestle with acting responsible.
BOGGART: Though he'd never admit it to her, James's boggart is the dead body of Lily Evans.
PATRONUS: Stag
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: James is well aware that as the sole heir to the not insignificant Potter fortune, he will likely never have to work to support himself or his future family. Because of this, he plans to devote his time to helping form a resistance group against the rising dark force that is Lord Voldemort. Sometime in the near future he'd also like to convince Lily that he's not a complete prat and somehow get her to date him, though to be honest that seems pretty unlikely.

SPECIAL ABILITIES:
James is an unregistered Animagus (along with Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, as with everything else), with the ability to transform into a stag at will, and thus earning himself the nickname "Prongs" from his closest friends.
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Godric's Hollow, England
MY FAMILY:

Charlus Potter - Father [60]
Dorea Potter (nee. Black) - Mother [57]

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Charlus Potter and Dorea Black were very lucky as a couple, in that they were not forced together (like most Pureblood matches of their day were) and they actually loved each other a great deal. They both attended Hogwarts as teenagers, but it wasn't until Charlus's sixth year and Dorea's third year that they met, almost accidentally. Dorea, the epitome of the studious and proper Black daughter, was sitting in the library, reading a book about advanced potions making, when Charlus burst in to the quiet room, startling the librarian and causing the atmosphere of calm present in the library to evaporate. Dorea had been...well, irritated, to say the least, because she lost her place on the page. Eyeing the older boy coolly, she'd said, "Was there any particular reason that you thought you had the right to barge in here and ruin everybody's fun?" and scowled at the sixth year in front of her. Charlus was taken aback- nobody spoke to him that way, least of all a young midget whose nose was perpetually stuck in a book. He'd said as much, prompting a considerably calmer Dorea to roll her eyes at him and call him an airhead. The boy didn't quite know how to respond to the cold, unruffled little girl in front of him, so under her unnerving gaze, he apologized to the librarian, grabbed the book that he'd come in for and promptly left. What he didn't see as he walked out was the tiny smile that had appeared on Dorea's face after his apology. It was about another three months before they saw each other again, and when they did meet once more, it was not under altogether happy circumstances. Charlus had just received word from home that his mother had passed away of a wasting disease, and was sitting at the very top of the Astronomy Tower, looking out across the grounds and, well, sobbing his heart out. Dorea came across him by chance, because she'd been on her way up to view a few constellations and take notes about them for class. When she saw the great, infallible Charlus Potter crying like a small child in front of her, though, her homework was forgotten and she tentatively moved to sit next to him.

All it had taken was her simple hello for Charlus to sit up straight, wipe his tears on the front of his robe and turn an angry gaze on her, his face burning with embarrassment at having been caught doing something so girly. Matters were made even worse when he recognized his company to be the girl that had embarrassed him a while ago in the library. Needless to say, he wasn't very nice, but Dorea was so surprised at seeing him in such a vulnerable state that she didn't even take notice of his biting words. After he'd vented at her for disturbing him and being too rude to bother knocking, she sat with him in silence until dawn began to break, and then stood to go back to the Slytherin dormitory. Before she left, though, something made her linger and touch the boy's upper arm in a gesture of comfort. The Gryffindor lifted his head from his knees at the contact, but when he turned to look at her and possibly even thank her for staying with him, she was gone. They started talking not long after that night- discussing boring things like the weather at first, but once the awkwardness of their situation faded they began to talk about more important and relevant things together. Charlus called Dorea his "midget sister" and she responded by referring to him as "you big oaf", but it was a surprise to both of them when they realized that they'd become fast friends and could talk to each other about pretty much anything. Just before Charlus graduated, the fourteen year old Dorea figured out that she was, like every other girl, falling for Potter's charm, and she proceeded to hole herself up and avoid him as a result of it. A bit hurt and more than a little confused, Charlus didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to the girl because she didn't attend his graduation ceremony. He left Hogwarts and began working in the Ministry, but still kept an ear out for news of Dorea through the Pureblood social news (okay, well, he listened for gossip because he missed her). Three years after he began his job, he heard through the grapevine the news that he'd been waiting for- Dorea Black had just graduated after a fulfilling year as Hogwarts' Head Girl.

The ex-Gryffindor Apparated to the Black residence immediately, and pounded on the door until a weary looking house elf opened it. "What is your pleasure, young master?" The careworn creature asked, and Charlus had all but shaken the elf and told it to fetch Dorea at once. She descended the stairs slowly, cautiously, because all the elf had told her was that there was a deranged young man at the door, asking for her. When she saw Charlus, though, her eyes had widened and all that she managed to say was, "What are you doing here, you big oaf?" Charlus had shrugged his shoulders helplessly, told her that he'd missed her and also that she looked older. When Dorea wryly pointed out that it had been four years, it was a signal to the both of them that everything was still okay between them. In the following weeks, Charlus spent as much time with Dorea as possible, just so he could catch up with her. It soon became evident, though, that he wanted to spend time with her for other reasons, too. In the years that he hadn't seen her, Dorea had blossomed into an absolute beauty, and Charlus was both puzzled by his new feelings and ashamed of them. About a year passed, with the both of them tiptoeing around the issue of their attraction to one another, and then one Christmas Day, Dorea, sick of avoiding what she knew was a mutual feeling, dragged Potter under a sprig of mistletoe and proceeded to make known to their families that he was all hers. The Potter family was delighted- their son had finally won over his lady love, and the Black family was no less pleased, because Charlus came from the best blood imaginable. To them, the fact that Dorea actually liked Charlus was just a bonus, but they were happy for the ecstatic couple. They were married on a gorgeous spring day under a blue, cloudless sky, and everyone insisted that they made a handsome couple and had a happy future ahead of them. Their predictions were right- Charlus and Dorea were inseparable. The only thing they needed to complete their perfect family was a child, and both Dorea and Charlus wanted one more than anything in the world.

They tried for about seven years, and when no baby came, Dorea began to become worried. Charlus assured her that it was fine- they'd conceive in good time, but Dorea wouldn't stop fretting and so Charlus took her to St. Mungo's to have a check-up. The healers regretfully informed the young couple that Dorea was partially barren, and that her chances of conceiving a child were limited. The woman was absolutely distraught, and demanded that Charlus divorce her at once so that he could marry another girl and have a child, since she was never going to be a mother, but Charlus was adamant that he'd stay with his wife, and he told her that they'd prove the healers wrong and have a baby. When James Ignotus Potter arrived, it was many years later than Dorea and Charlus had been counting on. She was forty and he was forty-three, but the fact that James had come so late in their lives was something that made him even more precious to his parents. Healers described James as a "miracle", and Dorea and Charlus agreed. Little James Potter was the perfect baby- he rarely cried, he always slept reasonable hours, and he was an absolute joy to be around. Indeed, he was their miracle, and they loved him more than life itself. He grew into early childhood amongst a constant supply of toys and love, and Dorea doted on him with everything she had. Who cared if she'd conceived late? James more than made up for the years of waiting. As a six year old, he used to tug at the bottom of his father's robes and ask for a little brother, and smiling, Charlus would tell him that of course he'd have a little brother- he'd have a whole nursery full of siblings, one day. None ever came, but James was still happy- he had a perfect family, which was more than anybody could ever ask for. He was the spitting image of his father, and by the time he reached his eleventh birthday, he was wearing glasses. On his birthday, an owl came bearing news that James was to go to Hogwarts- not that Dorea and Charlus had expected anything different, naturally.

They whisked their son off to Diagon Alley and bought him everything he'd need for a fulfilling and fun experience at Hogwarts, and they talked about the school so much that James was all but rearing to go by the time the first of September rolled around. The Hogwarts Express had been a magnificent, awe-inspiring structure to young James, and as soon as he boarded he found himself with a friend- the already handsome, already mischievous Sirius Black. They hit it off immediately, and when they arrived at Hogwarts and were sorted, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew joined what was already shaping up to be a strong band of companions. James made it through his first year with good enough grades, but his attention had already turned to causing mischief with his mates. His second year passed in much the same fashion, but with two major differences- he became Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and he fell head over heels for Lily Evans. Sure, as a twelve year old he couldn't exactly declare that he was going to be in love with her for the rest of his life, but it sure felt that way to the boy and he began to pursue her relentlessly, annoying her, teasing her and generally being devoted to catching her attention. This trend continued for another three years (flirt with Lily, hang out with the guys, prank with Sirius, and repeat the process all over again) until James reached his fifth year and found out something very interesting about Remus Lupin. The boy, his friend from the very first day, was a werewolf. Instead of being horrified or scared, James had declared, "Cool!" and then set about training to become an Animagus with Sirius and Peter. When they did finally manage to successfully transform, James took the form of a stag, and in that moment "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs" were born. The Marauder's Map was created, too, and this made pranking and causing trouble much easier, especially where the torment of Severus Snape was concerned. James just didn't like the boy. Right before Seventh Year began, the shocking news that James was to be Head Boy was delivered, and with the urging of Remus and his parents, James decided that for once in his easy, easy life, he'd try.

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RP EXAMPLE:
(AS GAIR DWYER)
Legend had it that the Shrieking Shack (which was normally devoid of anything even close to being supernatural) came to life with ghosts during Halloween. Now, Gair Dwyer highly doubted that the run-down wooden hovel had any special features, except for possibly being a fire hazard. Nonetheless, the Gryffindor's intrepid reputation was at stake. Thorough investigation of the Shack during his very first outing to Hogsmeade had revealed nothing noteworthy, but then again, a lot could happen in four years and he wasn't going to miss his chance to strike up a conversation with a real live (err...dead) ghost, not including the ones that dwelt within the castle walls. Thoughts of exploration in mind, he'd dressed to accommodate the Autumn breeze- black trousers, a white t-shirt and a lightweight beige blazer would suffice, surely, though his outfit for the coming night's festivities was going to differ greatly.

Gair had contemplated going through the Whomping Willow passage (discovered thanks to the Marauders) to emerge within the Shrieking Shack, but it wasn't a very good idea, since the majority of the school had been released for the entire day to go to Hogsmeade anyway. "I'll just sneak off on my own, then," he reasoned aloud to himself as he trudged past Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. When the coast was clear, he dodged down a side alley almost soundlessly and jogged until he was well clear of any reveler's line of sight. The suddenly stealthy Gryffindor then padded lightly up the overgrown road that led to the Shack, a broad, mischief-making grin already firmly in place on his features. The doors were boarded up when he got there, and the sandy haired boy briefly contemplated removing the half-rotted wood, but then he spied a cracked window and it seemed that all his subliminal prayers were answered. It didn't really take much effort to knock out the remnants of the pane of glass, and when that was done, Gair clambered through the window.

He nearly impaled himself on a stray shard of glass, of course, but he managed to fit himself through the relatively small opening with nothing bad to show for it except for a slight rip in his t-shirt. Gair inspected this tear for a moment before shrugging and beginning to inspect the house. It was clean, much cleaner than he'd expected, but the thought of ghosts doing housekeeping made him scoff and he figured that it was probably some paranormal obsessed zealot who was making sure the house was in order. A thorough inspection yielded no ghosts, but it did get Gair's clothing rather dusty. He was just about to give up on the notion of finding anything important when he heard the front door of the Shack click open with a groan of protest. A ghost? Gair's blue eyes lit up hopefully for a few seconds, but the glint faded as he realized that ghosts didn't really have enough substance to open doors, let alone remove boards from them. Still curious, he slid to wards the stairs and began a slow descent down them, intent on discovering who or what was trespassing in the house.

It was some girl from Hogwarts, sneaking around the house like she was horrified of finding something supernatural. The sight almost made Gair laugh, but he was confronted with the sobering thought that up until five minutes ago, he too had believed in the possibility, and he kept a lid on his amusement. As the girl continued to walk around though, Gair figured that perhaps since she was here, he could give her a bit of a fright anyway- you know, the 'ghostly experience'. Halloween was all about tricking people, after all (well, at least, the 'trick' part of 'trick or treat' applied here) and the Irish boy would be disheartened if the strange Hogwarts student was forced to leave without a decent scare. This thought in mind, he treaded as carefully as possible down the rickety stairs, following the path that the girl was taking. Even with his cautious steps, it didn't take him long to reach the room that she was in, and the sight he was greeted with was almost hilarious. She was standing there, back to him, with a chair clutched in her grasp. Oh, Merlin, this is just too good.

Gair advanced slowly and quietly until he was right behind the Hogwarts girl, and then gave her shoulder a light tap. He had to dance to one side to avoid the chair that was thrown in surprise, but did not miss the gasp that came from his victim. "Boo," he declared with a rakish half-smile, head tilted to one side as he observed her exaggerated reaction. He tapped one large foot in contemplation when she asked him what the hell he was doing, and then replied in a naturally teasing voice, "Well, I guess I could ask you the same question, now, couldn't I?" After a moment's pause, though, he relented and added, "I was seeing if there was anything suspect in the way of ghosts happening today. There isn't, but I guess it's always fun visiting the Shack." He realized that with the tear in his shirt and his dusty state, he probably looked like some sort of grave robber, gave his right hand a thorough slap against his trousers to beat off any errant dust, and then extended said hand towards the girl for a shake. "I'm Gair Dwyer, it's a pleasure to meet you," he told her with a fleeting smile, quite deliberately ignoring the odd circumstances of their encounter.
ANSWER: Albus Severus!
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