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Louis Benjamin Jolicoeur
Louis Benjamin Jolicoeur | 16 | Gryffindor | TAKEN
— “Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.”
Louis, the middle child of the Jolicoeur clan, is renowned for his high intelligence and dedication to his studies – but not his social prowess! Whilst Leon and Lara Jolicoeur live for the party, the twins giggle and gossip together, and his youngest brother Luke is known for enthusiastically helping Hagrid with some of the more tame magical creatures, Louis is more likely to be found with his nose stuck in a book - or studying some of the various maps that he keeps in his Gryffindor Sixth Year dormitory. It isn’t that Louis doesn’t like to go out and spend time with people, nor that he doesn’t yearn to be half as sociable as the rest of his family, it’s just that the middle Gryffindor boy lacks the confidence that seems to come easy to the rest of his family. It isn’t that Louis is bad looking. In fact, he is tall, handsome, with thick waves of blonde hair alike to his sisters and a charming grin. He is just… different. But despite his shy exterior, once he gets to know people Louis has a sense of humour to rival even Leon and is a fiercely loyal friend. Either way, sometimes Louis finds that it is easier to drown out the world in books than to try to enter it fully despite yearning for a bit of companionship and friendship.
Intelligent / Insecure / Reclusive / Kind / Shy / Observant
Face Claim: Ansel Elgort
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Wand: 9 inches / Beech / Phoenix Tail Feather
Patronus: Indian Elephant
Occupation: Student
Important Connections: Leon Jolicoeur, Lara Jolicoeur, Celia Whitby.
URL: louisjolicoeur
Louis Jolicoeur and Aria King
Aria sighed hopelessly as she threw her body against her bed. "Please don’t make me go" she half whined, half pleaded as her best friend rummaged through the trunk at the end of her bed in an attempt to find her something suitable to wear. The youngest of the King siblings hated the concept of dating let alone meeting with someone she had never spoken to , seen and most probably shared no common interests with. More than anything she preferred comfort and there was nothing comfortable about the situation she found herself stuck in and yet she could find no escape as it would upset her friend.
Within the next half hour she had managed to dress herself in an outfit that didn’t meet her usual guidelines when it came to clothing. She liked to wear simple clothes, things that would drawn no attention and spark no curiosity as there was nothing that she disliked more than having attention on her. "What’s the point of dressing up? There’s no chance he’ll like me. He’s probably been forced to come along as well, not only that but I’m going to place a bet that I’m one of the many girls he’s being forced to see." But no amount of objecting and complaining was to change anything. The restaurant the pair were to meet at was considered to be classy and so she had been forced to dress somewhat elegantly and yet she still managed to keep it simple in a tight fit black dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. She wore a pair of dangling, emerald green earrings (a gift from her older sister Athea) and added a stroke of blush on her well defined cheekbones, finishing the look with a delicate touch of crimson shaded lipstick.
Once Aria had entered The Witch’s Cauldron she allowed her almond shaped eyes to scan for the male she was supposed to meet, she didn’t know exactly what to look for but she figured if she saw a male around her age, awkwardly sat along then it would be him. Slowly and somewhat timidly she began to take the black cloak she had wrapped around her shoulders off revealing more flesh than she was comfortable with showing, even if she had dressed in an elegant fashion. That’s when her eyes found the only lone customer, due to the dim lighting she couldn’t quite make out who he was but she started to make her way to the table he was sat at. “Hello.” she mumbled timidly as she sat down, her eyes avoiding the male.
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Whilst Louis always attempted to be respectful, he was also a man. He couldn’t help but subtly check out the girl as she walked, obviously, towards him and his table, making it perfectly clear that she was the date he had been waiting for so impatiently. His eyes quickly scanned her tight black dress and shoes, the way that the outfit hugged her figure, and then came to rest upon her face. The light was dim, and so Louis could barely make out her features. Whoever the girl was though, she definitely seemed pretty – but not intimidatingly so, and from the glimpse he gained of her face she looked just as nervous as he was. That was definitely a good thing. Louis tried to give her what he hoped was a reassuring smile as she walked in his direction, and he was about to stand up to pull out her chair in a Gentleman like fashion before she swiftly sat down herself. Louis hoped she hadn’t been expecting him to do so anyway, and had been disappointed – but he could hardly raise the issue now without appearing foolish – and in the dim lights, he couldn’t divulge her expression - so he stayed where he was.
He was about to open his mouth to speak when his companion beat him to it, giving a simple greeting. “Good evening.” Louis returned the gesture with a smile. He still couldn’t determine her face, and yet her voice was smooth and calming, almost… familiar. “It’s nice to meet you.” He continued. “I’m sorry, but I can barely see you.” He explained. “Here, let me move the candle.” Louis grabbed a hold of the candle holder and delicately moved it towards the centre of the table. “There you go.” He beamed a boyish grin, and then turned to look at his companion. Louis Jolicoeur’s jaw dropped. The beautiful girl who was sitting directly opposite him was none other than Aria King: his best friend. Louis couldn’t help himself. “Aria… I-I… what are you doing here?” he stammered, before catching ahold of himself. “I mean, Aria you look beautiful, honestly. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but… I barely recognized you.” He replied in earnest, his eyes almost popping out of his skull. Whilst he couldn’t help but wonder whether Lara had arranged this ‘date’ for a joke, there was no denying that Aria looked stunning. She had put in the effort and it certainly had paid off. He was impressed and, admittedly, ashamed that he had never really noticed her beauty before.
i just got back from watching the fault in our stars, it was nice seeing little louis on screen :3
Got to get to work, when my Dad decides to stop being a selfish prick and actually take me
I owe: Leon/Lily, Louis/Aria, Leon/Freddie
Message me for storylines x
Louis Jolicoeur and Freddie Lynch
It was a well known fact that without a doubt Freddie Lynch’s favourite class at Hogwarts was Defense Against The Dark Arts, as it had been TJ’s when he was a student and Freddie seemed to have followed in his father’s footsteps. From the very first lesson, he had shown he was a natural, that the raw talent the Lynch men had for the subject had continued in their blood. Being taught how to magically defend themselves against the dark arts, not to mention Voldemort’s rising army of death eaters and god knows what other creatures he could get to join his side, it was imperative that the students of Hogwarts knew how to defend themselves against such a darkness.
One of the things that Freddie had been most eager to learn was the Patronus charm, or more excited to find out what his Patronus would be, whether it would be a wolf like TJ’s or a stag like Christian’s, however his father’s Patronus’s had always puzzled him, as a stag was the prey of a wolf, but then again his family weren’t exactly normal. Freddie could already perform the Patronus charm, he’d had no other choice than to attempt it when a dementor invaded Lynch mansion and attacked his grandmother. Thankfully it had worked and the dementor had flown off with its tail between its legs and Freddie was relieved to have saved Elle, but his Patronus hadn’t taken shape, and while it had annoyed Freddie had he couldn’t see the form of his Patronus, he had still conjured one. The memories that Freddie thought of were a mix of him and Elyla running around the garden on a warm summer’s day, Freddie baking with his grandmother in the kitchen himself, feeding the dragons with his grandfather in the large back garden. But his most powerful memory is Freddie, Elyla, TJ and Christian all having morning cuddles on a Sunday in TJ and Christian’s queen sized bed, even at the ages of seventeen it was a tradition for the twins.
Despite Freddie’s love for DADA, he was an excellent student in all of his subjects, Potions and Transfiguration coming second equally having inherited his papa, Christina’s abilities in the two subjects. Freddie’s life may be centered around trying to keep himself calm so he didn’t cause any damage as a werewolf or keep track of how long it was until the full moon, but he was still at the top of his classes, handing in his homework before it was due, excelling at the practical part of lessons and always receiving high praise from his teachers and his parents for doing so well. It was because of this that McGonagall had asked him to tutor another boy, Louis Jolicoeur in Transfiguration so the boy could take his N.E.W.T exam a year early.
Racing through the stone corridors of Hogwarts, Freddie’s brown locks flew behind him as he ran, his hazel eyes sparkling, full of energy, full of life as he dodged the students of every, size, colour, race, shape and species, some yelling at him and others just laughing at him. It was well known that Freddie was a lively young man, eager for anything and got excited over the smallest things. Unlike most of the other Slytherin’s, the ones who stuck to the pureblood way of life as Freddie called it, he was never one to judge anyone by their blood status and instead Freddie judged the person more on their personality and of course, went by the choice of treating others how they want to be treated and so he was a nice young man to others unless someone gave him a reason to hate them. Slowly down into a walk as the libray came into view, Freddie pushed open the doors and slowly and quietly entered. One of the places that Freddie loved to come and hide away in when he was having a bad day, books had played a large part in Freddie’s life ever since he was a child, always being read to by TJ or Christian throughout the day and before he was put to bed at night. Even at the age of seventeen, Freddie loved to hear his grandmother read to him and they often curled up on the sofa together, with Elle reading to him as he stroked his hair. Walking through the large book-filled room, Freddie’s eyes scanned the students faces whilst his nose sniffed the air, being able to identify each student by a particular smell, until he spotted Loius in the corner. “Loius Jolicoeur?” He asked, as he walked up to the dark haired boy, holding his hand out for a handshake.
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Louis was completely engrossed in the concept of a complex Transfiguration Charm when he was interrupted by the voice of a stranger, saying his name. Louis turned his head quickly, instinctively, and swiftly took in the frame of the boy – who was obviously Freddie - before him. Tall and well built, he recognised him immediately from the Quidditch Pitch. Freddie was his sister Lara’s rival Seeker, but Louis had also seen him walking around laughing and joking with his brother Leon and so he knew that Freddie and the Jolicoeurs were on friendly terms. That seemed to calm Louis a fraction. A friend of Leon, was a friend of his; Leon, the eldest Jolicoeur, was so protective over the rest of his siblings that he was fairly certain that if anyone even tried bullying him Leon would curse them so hard that they wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Perhaps that is why, though not particularly popular, Louis had never really experienced a massive problem with teasing. Whilst Leon was a friendly guy, he could turn vicious if it came to his family. He was like a wolf, protective of his pack. Louis had even heard it whispered that Leon had practically overtaken the role of a Father when the Jolicoeur’s Dad had died of Cancer. Louis took a deep breath and smiled - a boyish, handsome smile that seemed to stretch towards the crinkles of his eyes. “That’s me.” He confirmed. His voice was smooth, and conveyed a confidence and self-assurance that he didn’t truly feel. “It’s nice to meet you, Freddie Lynch.” He proclaimed, taking Freddie’s hand and shaking it in greeting. “I’ve seen you before.” he admitted, after dropping his hand to his side. “On the Quidditch Pitch of course.” He continued, giving another of those handsome smiles. “You’ve given Lara a run for her money a fair few times, not that I’d ever admit that to her.” Louis said, with a slight chuckle. Turning back to face the desk in front of him, Louis moved his huge book to the side and folded his papers, pushing them away with the book so as to make space for Freddie to sit by him. “So I hear you’re a Transfiguration whiz?” Louis asked, taking off his reading glasses and cleaning them with the hem of his robes. “I’m fairly certain I could pass if I took the N.E.W.T now, but there are just some things I need to work on that could really boost up my grade.” He explained. “I’ve read all about the seventh year of the course, but there’s nothing like actual face to face teaching, and practise isn’t there?” he asked rhetorically. “Thanks for agreeing to help me.” He added on a whim, hoping not to seem ungrateful. He genuinely was exceedingly thankful that Freddie was taking time out of his day to help him, a younger student with less important priorities, get the grades that he wanted. Louis saw that as a mark of character, and seemed to sense immediately that Freddie was a nice guy.
