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Aloysius Ludwig Dawn

AGE Twenty-one.
PROFESSION Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries, specializing in temporal dimension exploration and spell invention.
CANON No.
BIRTHDATE December 27th.
FORMER HOUSE Ravenclaw.

LIKES – Outside
- The Ocean
- Wind Chimes
- Muggle magic tricks (sleight of hand and petty illusion, mostly)
- Rugby
- Muggle folk music
- Winter
- Fruit-based meals (smoothies, parfaits, and pastries filled with fruit are among his favorite)
DISLIKES – Dust/Cobwebs
- Warm weather
- Early mornings
- Gaudy Jewelry (really, any adornments)
- Perfume
- Creamy Sauces
- Being talked over
- Crabs (bad experience as a child)
STRENGTHS Aloysius is a quick thinker and works well under pressure or duress. He has made it a point to be well informed about…almost everything, so as such he is generally a wealth of knowledge in regards to most magic-based subjects. Ally is an extremely kind and compassionate person while he might seem outwardly reserved and is, for the most part, a very good listener.
WEAKNESSES He’s driven and often becomes completely caught up in his current task or occupation. Certain things like relationships and other social niceties tend to fall by the wayside in pursuit of whatever goal he has become fixated upon. In this way, Aloysius is often perceived as short or distracted when called upon to interact while on duty. He also maintains a variety of odd nuances and ticks he observes when under stress or lost in thought which cause many to have deemed him as a bit “odd.”
BOGGART Ally’s boggart assumes the shape of himself staring blankly back at him, unmoved and unintelligent.
PATRONUS Aloysius’ patronus takes the form of a large, charging white bear. The memories he calls upon varies but he produces his strongest patronus when he summons the thought of his first kiss, a rather embarrassing idea for the romantically challenged young man but one of his sweetest moments nonetheless.

DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES Aloysius obtained a small but deep scar running from the bottom of his jaw down to his Adam’s apple in the Battle of Hogwarts. Being a cursed injury it has never fully healed and irritates him occasionally.

He also has his right ear pierced with a small charm which varies from day to day from the symbols of the major religions.
PLAY-BY Jamie Campbell-Bower

FAMILY MEMBERS Kittredge Amie Dawn (née Starks), 64: Retired Children’s Author.
Ichabod Mathias Dawn, 67: Retired Herbologist.
Calhoun Wendell Dawn, 44: Auror for the German Ministry of Magic.
Günter Mathias Dawn, 42: Wand maker, stationed out of Berlin, Germany.
Ivan “Alfie” Alfred Dawn, 40: Historian, specialized in the demises of magical cultures.
Nicholas Edmund Dawn, 38: Grounds Keeper for the North American Institute of Magical Education.
Boris Sebastian Dawn, 34: Artist.
Meriwether Adrian Dawn, 32: Astronomer.
PETS A brown long-haired cat named Henrietta.
GENERAL HISTORY Aloysius was born the youngest of six siblings and the final addition to the Dawn household. Growing up the Aloysius lived in a very different household than his older brothers: he was born into an affluent time in the Dawn family’s history where they had money and, most notably, a sense of ease across their household. Aloysius had all the essentials of life plus a surplus of luxury items provided by Ichabod’s well supported spot as Chief Herbologist for the Ministry of Magic. This did not, however, seem to effect young Aloysius as the activities he enjoyed never really called for anything aside from a good book or a tree for him to scale. He was not ever called upon to work, at least not in a way that his eldest siblings were, so some of his brothers refer to him as rather spoiled.

When Aloysius attended Hogwarts it was as a Ravenclaw student. He made exceptional grades but tended to stay out of the politics of school (namely the Quidditch and Prefect-related ones) and used his time to instead focus on his future profession. He graduated a year before the Battle of Hogwarts but returned to defend the school has he had many friends and fond memories left in the castle. He emerged mostly unscathed save from a few minor injuries. After the battle and following cleanup of the campus, Aloysius left Hogwarts for a second “last” time and continued his entry-level training in the Department of Mysteries.

PLAYER’S ALIAS Holland
PLAYER’S FAVOURITE COLOUR Blue!
WRITING SAMPLE:

Lysander hadn’t thought of her much since the end of summer almost two years ago, but seeing Harry again made him realize what an unfair resemblance he held to his daughter. As he and his family arrived at the Ministry of Magic they were greeted almost immediately by the wizard who looked exhausted and uncharacteristically happy to see them.

“Scamanders! It’s been too long!” He announced as he took Rolf’s hand and exchanged some awkward hellos.

“Uncle Harry’s being “polite” it seems.” Lorcan whispered to his brother after they received their rushed hugs and a hasty remark about their height. Following a brief stent of silence in which Harry looked considerably more pale and urgent, he nodded and led the eldest Scamanders away.

Lorcan and Lysander slumped down together onto a stiff, Ministry bench and sat in silence as they became lost in their own thoughts.

They had been to the Ministry hundreds of times over since the time that they were extremely young: in fact, the day after they were born they were made to come here as Luna had given birth to them on location in Africa and their existence to the magical world was not yet known. Needless to say the luster and mystery of the Ministry had been lost upon them some time ago and their uninterested glares at the large, gaudy stature in the middle of the exchange were somewhat warranted.

The last few months had been hectic, even for them; new regulations had been passed in an ogre territory and they had begun raiding. The Scamanders had intervened and all went well which was actually why they were here today. Or so the twins thought.

They HAD heard rumors about some killings but they were done by humans, a subject which hardly held their interests.

Fifteen minutes had passed without a word from either Lorcan or Lysander, or from their parents who they assumed were returning from the bowels of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Life stirred, however, as Lorcan’s head reclined into the crook of his brother’s neck.

“You think they’ll remember us…?” Lorcan inquired.

“What kind of question is that?”

“A human one: what if they don’t recognize us?”

“And what if they don’t?”

“Well…” Lorcan left the conversation there as he was taken off guard by his brother’s abrasion but knew that silence would work best here. The two sat again without speaking but the edge of Lysander’s lip quivered as if he were arguing with someone.

“How tall do you think Lily is?”

“…what?” And at this point Lorcan lifted his head and turned his body to face his brother as disbelief was an alarming trait amongst Scamanders. Before Lysander was given the chance explain his question, a dark emerald door to the very left of their seat swung open and the lofty yet audibly agitated voice of their mother echoed from its bleak depths.

“…and there’s no way that the boys can accompany us?”

* * *

Being homesick was a feeling that had never been introduced to Lorcan or Lysander as the nomadic lifestyle of renowned naturalists didn’t exactly leave room for attachment to the familiar. (Or life with their highly eccentric parents in general.) And perhaps it didn’t really count that as the boys sat with their knees pulled to their chests stroking the bristles of their acromantula-hide bags in unison with their chins they were beginning to miss the familiarity of the unfamiliar.

“You boys are quite quiet,” Their mother remarked from the seat across of them. The boys said nothing and continued to stare dimly out of their windows. “Perhaps you would like to try and name the types of indigenous cryptids found in Devon,” They remained silent. “I’ll start; I hear Mooncalves are particularly abundant in this area and run rampant --”

“What kind of food do they eat?” Lorcan interrupted suddenly. Luna turned her head to the side and frowned slightly and began to answer when Lysander cut in as well.

“What do they spend their free time doing if not classifying the unknown?”

“Do they spread peach-pits in the yard to ward off knarls?”

“…do they take any sort of precautions?” The fear that appeared in the same crease across both of their foreheads as their eyes widened caused both of their parents to laugh out loud, only adding to the boy’s apparent anxiety.

“What’re you two laughing at?”

“They must know something that we don’t,”

“Or nothing at all and they’re perhaps possessed by some ridiculous poltergeist,”

“Enough you two! We’re not belittling your worries: knarls are an entirely rational fear,” Rolf sounded hardly reassuring through his large smile, however. “We just think you two are…cute.”

“…cute?” Lysander remarked as his brother’s frown deepened into a dangerous disapproval.

“Yes, incomparably adorable in your ignorance,” Their mother who had managed to stifle her giggling at this time remarked yet the boys weren’t any more satisfied with her answer. “You two have not had much time to process in the “normal” world and that is, undeniably, I and your father’s fault,” Luna at this time didn’t look even remotely guilty, however. “And you two are feeling…a sense of abandonment, am I wrong?” The boys said nothing and turned their attention to the increasingly barren landscape beside them. “But you two are certainly not alone; the Potters and the Weasleys are wonderful, intricate people to whom I am sure you will be able to forge an immediate and lasting bond with.” Her wispy, warm fingers enclosed around her sons’ hands and they turned back to their mother.

“And besides, you two still will have each other to lean on, as always; as long as you two have each other you’ll have your mother and I as well.” Rolf added leaning forward and entangling his arms with Luna’s to hold the twin’s available hands. The embrace might have seemed awkward and silly to an outside observer but as the boys sat there in observance of their parents they felt very…normal; more so than they had since they learned that they would be leaving them for almost a year.

The remainder of the ride went along a bit better; Luna was able to get the boys into a distracting game of “Guess which plant smells like this” which they played until their carriage pulled around a final bend and the Burrow was within sight. At this point the boys grew silent and the blood was, once again, drained from their pale faces.

* * *

“And, that’ll be it!” The coachman of their carriage was an odd fellow which is perhaps why Rolf had taken such good acquaintance to him during the ride; being half-goblin, the man was only foot or so below an average height but the Rolf and the boys towered over him at the lofty extremes of the Scamander genes.

“It was wonderful meeting you, Archinal! Hey, perhaps you would be interested in this upcoming piece of mine on goblin’s relationship to the ancient creature…” Noting her husband’s sudden disregard for the situation, Luna took it upon herself to prepare Lorcan and Lysander and began tugging them towards the door.

“Now, remember: we’ll be sending Algy and Mora over as soon as we locate them so if you two need anything they can be back to use in an instant,” — Lysander’s eyes flickered from an upstairs window to the door and back searching for movement—“And you while you two are skilled in apparition I do NOT want to hear from Uncle Harry that he caught you trying to come and find us: Aunt Hermione will have this place under tight lock and key,” – A small cloud of dust formed around the three as Lorcan found his feet shuffling along: were they unwilling? – “And, for Newton’s sake relax; these people love you, like family.”

“I think we’re related!” Rolf added striding back from his conversation with Archinal. Lysander jumped as the screeching neigh of the caravan’s thestrals echoed through the marsh. “So, that might actually be true.”

“We adore you two and will see you soon!” As Luna’s lips left Lysander’s forehead her shoulder twitched and she, Rolf, and any semblance of the comforting absurdity they had grown so accustomed to were gone in a silvery shower of particles.

Lorcan flicked his wrist twice on the door took a step closer to Lysander. The twins took deep breathes to try and catch the fleeting scents of their mother’s perfume.