- - Gabriel Richards - - Sixth Year - - Ravenclaw - - If there's anything else you want to know, just ask. I'm not a very big deal, really, but I'm pretty good at making people laugh. “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
Gabe's hands tapped against his hip as he entered the office. The woman flashed him a smile, and he smiled back.
"What's your name?" She asked as soon as he sat down.
"Gabriel Richards, ma'am. Nice to meet you."
"Can you tell me what you were doing at 8 PM last night?"
"I was farming of course!!! Don't watch porn, farm corn, ja feel?" He joked, but the Undersecretary wasn't amused.
"Do you know who the Partisans are?"
"Partisans?! More like Fartisans!" He said, receiving nothing but a steely glare. "I'm kidding, umm nope. Never heard of them."
He had never been more thankful that he hadn't drank at all.
"Interesting. Do you find yourself wanting to be… Affiliated with the Partisans?"
"Honestly, I'd never wanna be a part of something that could so easily be made into a fart pun."
"Okay… Do you know of any Partisan hideouts?"
"No, but they must be great at hide and seek if even YOU guys haven't found 'em." The woman didn't have a very big sense of humor, but joking was easier than lying.
"Have you heard any rumors of rebellion?"
"Yeah every once in a while. But mostly just when people are drunk or bored."
"Are you loyal to your government?"
"Mmhmm! I came into this world after an asshole of a father, and you guys helped me. Of course.”
"Are you loyal to Minister Fuerst?"
"Same answer, dude. I'm loyal." Gabe said, grinning easily.
"Thank you for your time, dear. Sicher ist sicher."
"Sicher ist sicher." Gabe said, bowing low before leaving. Once out of the hallway, he leaned against a wall and put his hand over his chest. He'd done it. Maybe things were changing, and maybe there was a chance he'd live through it.
Wow… you’re a real comedian. Maybe you should have been made a jester.
I’m a lord. What do lords even do? Just hang around? My mum used to watch this muggle television show called Downton Abbey… I think there were some lords on it. But they didn’t really do much.
Oh my god, I should have!! I swear I would've been bester than any jester!
Well... I don't know, to be honest... At least you'll be just hanging around whilst holding a royal title, right? That's the silver lining. Oh hey!! Downton Abbey!!! Yeah, my mum watched that too! I'd always catch her cryin' over it. It freaked me out.
I know right, hot stuff.This’ll be such a great time to spike the punch bowl and dance our hearts out. If this doesnt make it in the top 5 greatest Hogwarts parties, I will be thoroughly disappointed.
Spiking the punch bowl? I've never had alcohol before... Could you warn me before spiking it? Even if I don't drink, I'll help you make this one go down in the history books.
"You showed me when I was young just how to grow. You showed me everything that I should know."
Yes his mother will receive this.
Dear Mum,
How are things? I just thought it was time to write you again. I miss you very much. Are you okay? Everything's all right? I certainly hope so, because I worry about you often despite the fact that I believe in you as a woman. I wish that I could duplicate myself in order to make certain you're safe, but I'm sure you are.
I've been doing grand! Grades are fine! Lovely, actually. Nothing has been strange around these parts, I promise. I'm fine, happy as always, and I'm still making everyone laugh. You're going to be okay, and so am I. Anyway, I love you Mum. Please respond back soon. To let me know you're well.
My friend? My friend? Can I ask why? I like friends…maybe we can still be friends.
No, you don’t understand…I shouldn’t have, I really honestly shouldn’t have. I don’t want to- I just don’t want to be…like a certain person. Okay, if you’re sure…then okay. It’s okay, I forgive you. Only if you forgive me. We’re both okay, and that’s all that matters.
Yah your friend! Jus' because you always seem to be chill an' I don't meet many people like that! I'd love to be your friend. An' 'ere I though' you'd never forgive me.
Really mate, it's fine. I... I don' know wha' ta say ta keep ya from feeling bad, bu' I swear I'm fine. Whoever you were tryin' not to be probably wasn' under a spell so ya got an excuse.
General Hairstyle: Relaxed, but he always has a little gel in it.
Skintone: Beige
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 167 lbs
Build: Wiry
Physical Abilities: He's rather flexible and can move around smoothly.
Physical Disabilities: He has the potential to be strong, but doesn't work out, so he essentially limits himself.
Is He/She Healthy?: Yes.
Distinguishing Marks: His nose is crooked
PERSONALITY
Meyers-Briggs/Jung: ISTP
Enneagram: Type 3 - The Achiever
Moral Alignment: Neutral Good
Four Temperaments: Melancholic
Boggarts: Himself hitting a female, fearing he'll become his dad.
Patronus: Gabe’s Patronus is a dog, because he's loyal, and bubbly and social, but when he's threatened he's able to fight back
Greatest Trait: He's almost always happy, and he finds it easy to make other's laugh.
Tragic Flaw: He doesn't take serious things all that serious.
BACKGROUND
Hometown: Wexford, Ireland
First Memory: Playing catch with his neighborhood friend and throwing it into a neighbors yard. Gabe was sent to get it by his friend, and in doing so tripped over her dog.
Prominent Childhood Event:
When Gabriel was 11 years old, his mother took him to the store, and she was frantic as soon as they got in the car. She told him quickly that they were going to need to move away, and they were going to have to go to schools because they were magical, and that they needed to go to a magic school. Gabe remembered scoffing at his mother. He wasn’t a child anymore. He didn’t believe in fairy tales. She was just pulling a trick. But her tone was extremely serious, and they drove back to their home at a breakneck pace. Once there, she whispered to him that he needed to pack a bag, quickly, with a lot of clothes and anything he could fit in his bag, and Gabe ran into his room, He was finally understanding that this was serious. He heard a crash and Gabe went to investigate. He saw his father, lying on the ground in an awkward position, and his mother pulling a sweater over camisole, which she never wore. But the thing he noticed, more than his father, more than the sweater, were the bruises spread across her chest, and the one that resembled a handprint around her upper shoulder. He knew immediately what had done it, and he was lying unconscious, maybe even dead on the ground at his mother’s feet. His mother caught him watching, and rushed him off, saying everything was fine, and that they were going to be okay, and that he needed to go finish packing, he wasn’t going to stay asleep forever.
Book smart or street smart: Book smart.
First Diagon Alley Trip: Eleven years old, two weeks after they ran away from his father.
First Kiss: N/A
First Sexual Experience: N/A
First Job: A bookstore in Diagon Alley
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Mitchell Young and Renee Richards
Relationship w/ their parents: Gabe is very protective of his mother. He'd drop anything for her, but his father is obviously a different story. They've been estranged now for five years, and even prior to that, their relationship was tense.
Siblings: N/A
Relationship w/ their siblings: N/A
Extended Family: No extended family on Mitchell's side, however, on his mother's side, he's got ten aunts and uncles and seventeen cousins, as well as two sets of grandparents.
Close to family?: Yes
Best Friend: Gabe doesn't really have a best friend. If he had to think of one, it would probably be Aoife.
Close Friends: He's more the kind of people person who just enjoys talking. He's not very good at friendships, but just because he prefers making people laugh, rather than make connections.
Enemies: None that he's aware of.
Current Crush: Gabe never seems to have time for 'crushes.' He likes to talk to someone, tell a few jokes, then head away.
THE PERSON…
They Secretly Admire: Percy deLuca because of the bravery and stupidity he showed all those months ago. Though people may tell him it was a mistake, that's something Gabe could only dream of doing.
He/She Is Influenced Most By: His father, in the sense that he knows exactly how he doesn't want to turn out.
Who Is The Most Important To Them: His mom!
FAVORITES AND HABITS
FAVORITE…
Color: Blue
Food: Pizza.
Book: I Am Number Four
Phrase: “I long only for the moment when I can look at myself in the mirror, and realize that I beat my biggest demons. Those that were in my past. Those that were inside of me. Those that were out to harm me.”
Word: Haberdashery
Article of Clothing: Graphic tee shirts.
Song: Let It Be, by John Lennon
Spell: Reducto
HABITS.
Nervous Habits: Humming.
Worst Bad Habit: Not paying attention.
Does Your Character Smoke?: Never
Drink?: Never
SCHOOL
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Sixth
Favorite Subject: Muggle Studies
Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration
Best Subject: Muggle Studies
Worst Subject: Potions
Current Marks: Despite his attitude coming across as one that could probably put more effort into his work, his blue robes don't lie, he gets great marks in all of his classes. Even Potions, his lowest is Acceptable.
Dream Job: Salesman or politician.
ATTITUDE/MENTALITY
Mental Disabilities/Disorders: N/A
Priorities: Making other people laugh is probably tied with grades.
What Calms Them?: Bouncing a ball on the ground repeatedly. Screaming underwater.
What Angers Them?: He's not very easily angered, but someone personally insulting him offends him.
How he/she feels about his or her self: He's somewhat neutral when it comes to the feelings he has towards himself. There are days when he loves himself, and days when he realizes maybe a few situps wouldn't kill him.
Greatest Achievement: Evading his father for five years.
Greatest Failure: Not getting perfect grades.
Biggest Regret: Not killing his father, because Gabe now lives in fear for his mother's life.
Darkest Secret: He wishes he would have killed Richard.
Long-term Goals: Maybe he'll fall in love, but his goal is to get an apartment for his mother to live in that's specifically treated to protect her.
Immediate Goals: Get all of his grades up and mark.
No! No, really, tha's why Ah'm so confused. Ya seem like a great guy... Ah've wanted to be your friend actually. I don't know wha' got into me.
You did it because you were protecting yourself... Ah don't blame ya. Ah'd do the same if I were in your position... Ya look fine mate... I swear. I'm just.. I'm sorry. It shouldn't 'ave 'appened...
Jack paused his steps as he listened. He thought he had heard footsteps following him. But then again, he had also thought he heard whispering…and eerie laughing…and loud, taunting voices. He thought he heard everything and felt everything. He was constantly on edge, and always staying alert. Once he convinced himself no one was following him, he began walking again. Even though he was wary everyone, he felt especially wary around one person in particular. He didn’t even know who it was, but Jack just felt petrified being near him.
Jack continued to walk through the empty corridors, his hands in his pockets, and his head bowed. He stopped when he heard footsteps in front of him. He looked up and the petrified feeling filled him again. Standing at the end of the corridor was the one person who made him want to run forever. He barely knew him. But he had heard his name was Gabriel or something like that. Jack didn’t care, he just wanted to be as far as possible. He didn’t dare say anything as he stood petrified in his spot. He was waiting. Waiting for Gabriel to make the first move.
Gabe's sleeves were rolled up to just under his elbows as he stared Jackson in the eyes. He twirled his wand between his fingers like a baton.
"Oh Jackson. You've kept me waiting." He said, a smirk crossing his face. "Strange, how easy it is for such an... oaf to hide." He walked closer to him, Jack's height was quite intimidating the closer he got, but there was some sort of fire inside of him that wasn't going to go away.
"So here's the dealio. One of us has gotta die. And I've got a mom back home who I've got to protect. I think the pretty clear answer here is you gotta go. Sorry mate. I don't make the rules." He said as he lifted his wand and pointed it at him. He muttered a word he hadn't thought would ever pass his lips. "Crucio."
Gabe wasn't sure what was going on. Hogwarts was dark, and normally he'd probably be scared and try to laugh it off, just because that was how Gabe worked, but instead he was furious. Angry inside all the time, he kept kicking his wall for no reason. One face kept flashing across his mind, and he needed to find him.
Jackson Boisselier.
Wherever he was, Gabe needed to find him, and Gabe needed to kill him, or else he wouldn't stop feeling angry. So off he went in search for the guy, whom he knew nothing about other than that he was tall.
Yeah okayyyy. Whatever you say. It only keeps your pretty little ears protected though. [laughs] If you keep this up I might have to beeping swear because dangit I guess I am a bad boy.
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