BASIC INFORMATION: FULL NAME: Arthur Weasley ALIAS/NICKNAME: Art AGE: Twenty Nine BIRTH DATE: February 6, 1950 BLOOD STATUS: Pure Blood AFFILIATION: Neutral friend of the Order GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-male He/Him CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Living with his wife and children OCCUPATION: Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office Ministry
MAGICAL: PETS: Ford Anglia WAND: 10” Pine wood Unicorn Hair core PATRONUS: a weasel BOGGART: Molly’s corpse AMORTENTIA SCENT: A warm home cooked meal mixed with his wife’s perfume RELATIONSHIPS: PARENTS: Septimus Weasley (father) (pure blood) Cedrella Weasley (née Black) (mother)(pure blood) SIBLINGS: 2 Brothers 1 Bilius 2 Unnamed SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Molly Weasley OTHER FAMILY: CHILDREN: 3 Sons Bill, Charlie, and Percy. EDUCATION: SCHOOL: Hogwarts HOUSE: Gryffindor EXTRACURRICULAR: CLASSES INVESTED IN: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense against the Dark Arts SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English OTHER LANGUAGES: PHYSICAL TRAITS: EYE COLOR: Blue HAIR COLOR: Red HEIGHT: 6′3” SCARS: Faint scars left over from corporal punishment by Apollyon Pringle during his time at Hogwarts PERSONALITY INTELLIGENCE: High. Absent minded. SKILLS: Charms, Nonverbal Magic, Transfiguration, Dueling,,Apparation, Mechanical Skill,Muggle knowledge, Legal skills, POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, devoted, determined, caring, focused NEGATIVE TRAITS: irresponsible, impulsive, absent minded, reckless, naive MBTI: INTP
BIOGRAPHY:
Arthur Weasley was surrounded by family as long as he could remember. His mother showered him and his brothers with the love that her family wouldn’t give once they were burned from the family tree. A result of the unconditional encouragement of his family he was always in a project whether it was something as simple as a puzzle with pictures that moved, or taking apart things around the house and almost getting them back together again.
Hogwarts was like diving into a pool for the first time. HIs focus served him well in his studies. He was talented at charms, and gained a few friends. Most importantly he noticed girls or at least one. Braving corporal punishment for a late night stroll. His focus has been on Molly ever since he realized an amortentia she brewed was just a pale imitation of the brewer, he asked her for the infamous walk on the spot. He followed her around like a lost puppy, she made him brave, laughed with him instead of at him, and being a top student was an excuse to study with her so his marks followed hers.
It wasn’t long before they fell together, something that made more sense than them apart. It was a few years after graduation, but eventually he made an honest woman out of Molly, then found an honest job, or mostly honest. There was a bit of tinkering, and late nights at the office never could say no to a project, but Molly and the children always came first.
The war was much the same. He kept his nose down and to the grindstone. A drone among drones indispensable if quirky. Dark things were afoot and he wouldn’t let them infect Molly or his children. He had his principles, but he would burn it all to keep them safe, for now that meant focusing on being a good father, and ideal worker, and leaving the heroics to the marauders.













