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alasdair maddock. twenty-eight. cis male. he / him. personal trainer. ravenclaw. golden trio era.

[ofamaddock]

@lbagman

“ludo bagman?,” he cried out, disbelief etched into his features for a second before pausing as realization dawn: this was ludo bagman at what was arguably his prime. before the gambling, before the embarrassment that was the triwizard tournament, back when he was a legend in a good way. “i was a huge fan of yours when i was little, this is wild.”

[ofamaddock]

cmeliabones‌:

“I mean, the bitterness doesn’t increase with the amount of coffee. It’s still just as bitter as one espresso, it’s just … a lot more espresso,” Amelia pointed out, shrugging slightly. She’d been judged on her coffee preferences plenty in her life — she hardly minded any more. At the stranger’s confession, she frowned in confusion, not sure what to do with his unknown feelings. “It is, yeah. I’ve been way too busy to really think about my feelings on it, if I’m honest. The Ministry’s … a mess, but don’t quote me on that.” She paused, sipped her coffee. “Where’re you from?”

“That is an excellent point,” he agreed, nodding his head as he thought about the logistics of that. He hadn’t considered the coffee to cream ratio remaining the same, perhaps that wasn’t such a bad idea, maybe next time. Probably not though. “I’ve become organized and responsible in the last twenty-one years, it’s freaky. Thank god, I don’t work for the Ministry though.” He responded without thought, “Cardiff,” a pause and then, “2001 though, time-wise.”

[ofamaddock]

marielenamacdonald‌:

“I’m incredibly flattered, but I think I am a bit old for you. Or I will be anyways. However, I can show you the latest broom models.” The best part of being in the future was definitely seeing how far broomstick making technology had come. She knew the sooner she finished the sale, the sooner she could get to the back and tinker with the brooms.

“You know, I’m not this age either ---- or well I am but the person who I should be now is not. Either way I would love to look at the latest brooms, I heard that have trick specific models nowadays?” And then he remembered why he had been here; the first of many tasks that his notes that had told him needed to be done, one that he particularly dreaded. “Actually, first I have a business account that I’d like to order a re-stock for, is that something you would be able to help me with or?”

[cmeliabones]

“I call it an espresso squared — it’s two double espressos, in one mug. Also known as an atomic caffeine bomb,” said Amelia, taking a big sip from her mug. She reserved cups of coffee of this strength for truly strenuous time. ( This past month, she’d almost exclusively drank espresso squareds — could you blame her? ) “Merlin knows I need it.”

[ofamaddock]

“Two double expressos? That sounds like it would be bitter enough to singe your taste buds off,” he responds, nose wrinkling slightly in disgust as he looks down at his own drink. Alasdair preferred drinks that were almost sickly sweet himself, having long traded flavour for the effects of caffeine. “The world is pretty weird right now, isn’t it? Everything is all flipped --- and i don’t know how to feel about it.”

[brotherbagman]

@ofamaddock

“So, do I have anything to look forward to in your time? How are the Appleby Arrows doing?” He thought for a moment. “Please tell me Greggory Cotton is still on the team. Or that they’ve made it to the World Cup.”

[ofamaddock]

“don’t hold your breath for the arrows mate,” he laughed thinking about the team standings back when he was on the team. “you know, he retired after an incident with one of the other seekers — jeremy cotton. that was a whole thing, i remember now. i had just joined the league for the magpies when the fight happened, he crashed into dougal mcbride and the guy turned his head into a cabbage.

[ofamaddock]

terrortours, scribbulus writing instruments & obscurus books?

TERRORTOURS: What place would you like to travel to the most? Doesn’t have to be out of the country; just somewhere you haven’t been to before! 

alasdair would absolutely love the opportunity to go to the states, specifically to the superbowl ---- there’s a huge sports culture across the pond and he is absolutely fascinated. 

SCRIBBULUS WRITING INSTRUMENTS: What kind of grades did you get in school? (You can be as vague or specific as you wish.)

alasdair did okay on his owls, scoring a single acceptable in arithmancy with the majority of his marks settling as exceeds exceptions. in both muggle studies and charms however, he scored an outstanding. he repeated mostly the same for his newts. 

OBSCURUS BOOKS: If you were forced to write a book of nonfiction, what would you write it about?

the history of wizarding sports with comparisons throughout to muggle sports ---- i think alasdair might have a blast writing it if he wasn’t a more hands-on based learner, doing the research would be dreadful for him.

[ofamaddock]

KEITH POWERS? No, that’s actually ALASDAIR MADDOCK from the GOLDEN TRIO ERA. You know, the child of BEATHAN MADDOCK and ADA MADDOCK (NÉE BALLINGTON)? Only TWENTY-EIGHT years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as a CHASER AND PERSONAL TRAINER and is sided with THE NEUTRALS. HE identifies as a CIS MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be OBSESSIVE, SINGLE-MINDED, and RELENTLESS but also ACTIVE, DARING, and CREATIVE. — &&. ( DREW, EST, HE/HIM, 22. )

      ALRIGHT. buckle up cowboys, and get ready to entertain my inane ramblings.

backstory:

born to a newly-wed, traditional if unconventional, pure blood couple in the welsh capital ---- there was never any doubt that alasdair had a bright future in front of him. one that was equally as full of secrets as potential perhaps but bright nonetheless.

bright red at times ----- six years old and listening to your parents fight over your mother’s mistress ----- the anger at being stuck indoors while the nearby muggle kids had what seemed to be a wonderful time fading into curiosity as wide eyes gaze into the street and planting a seed of jealousy in his chest. without thinking he started rambling off the questions he had to one of the house elves who not only did not know anything but who else informed his mother about the young master’s questions.

bright orange ----- orange juice creating an ocean on the dinning room table when he tells his mother that he would like a chance to play with the kids in the bark across the street ---- a stunned silence settling over the room for just moments before it transitions into a bustling movement, looking from his perspective a look like the reaction to  a disaster. a sense of urgency blended with shame, settling under alasdair’s skin and never bothering to leave.

bright yellow ----- the colour of the jumper that his grandmother gives him when he arrives for a two week visit during it would be come as stained as the yellow paged books in the library --- - the lack of any mention of muggles mixed with the highly formal behavior from his normally doting grandmother served to remind him that embarrassing his family came at a cost but the taste of freedom tasted bright on his tongue. 

bright blue ---- the sky is clear the day that his uncle first takes him flying and even when his eyes search for clouds they come back with nothing ---- maybe that’s why he misses conditions that come with this, why his parents see the silent promise and he just sees knew information. it’s a new thing to learn about and for a while it holds his attention.

bright green --- his parents expect him to come home with robes lined in slytherin colours --- but it turns out that he’s meant to be a claw and his parents breath a naive sigh of relief believing that he’ll focus on his schooling and not his childish obsession with muggle sports. they’re wrong but it takes them a few years to catch on.

bright purple --- he gets to wear the robes of his favourite team and become his own idol but it, like so many things, came at a cost --- finally it seemed that alasdair could settle down and do something that wouldn’t bring shame to his family even if that was just play quidditch. and it worked for six years before he was asked to turn in his robes. 

that’s not even considering all the years between --- from the war to the loss to the graduating class --- years which were all spotted with their own terrors, fear only grew upon the return of voldemort. his parents had stayed neutral for years but as the situation grew grimmer, he had his doubts about how they would align themselves in the end. and then it was over as quickly as it began and he thought that meant change.

in his spare time, he researched sports in muggle london --- attending dozens if not hundreds of various games. combining those sports with quidditch had been a risky move that didn’t pay off ---- but he managed to sneak into the muggle work looking further into the muggle athletes life and slowly teaching himself to mimic a lot of the techniques he saw, combing them with potions and magic.

just two months before the timeclash saw alasdair take on his first client as a personal trainer, numbers growing to only a handful before he woke up in a different time. 

the lost memories:

in the past twenty-eight years, alasdair has grown his business into a legit company with five other employees in the main office alone and a dozen or so employees who work directly with players in different parts of the world. 

he also has adopted three kids and gotten married ( and divorced ) in that time span ( all are wanted godspeed )

has actually learned a fair bit in regards to muggle culture, not to the point where he can pass as a totally normal person but he can get away with being in public for short periods of time without drawing a ridiculous amount attention and he generally knows how to dress.