Post by Louis C. Weasley on May 5, 2012 17:35:24 GMT -5
I WANNA BE LOCKED IN A CAGE
-------------------- I WANNA BE STRAPPED IN A CHAIR[/color][/font][/center]
LOUIS CHARLES WEASLEY
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I WANNA BE WHERE YOU ARE
--------------------IF MY INSANITY COMES[/color][/font][/center]
FULL NAME:Louis Charles Weasley
WRAPPED UP INSIDE YOU
--------------------I WANNA BREAK MY LEGS[/color][/font][/center]
FACE DESCRIPTION:
IN CASE OF THOUGHT TO ESCAPE
--------------------KEEP THE HAMMER OUT OF MY REACH[/color][/font][/center]
PATRONUS:
Late at night when he couldn’t sleep, Louis would think about kissing. It wouldn’t start out like that; he’d be thinking about Quidditch, or the awesome creature he had seen in Care of Magical Creatures that day, and one thought would lead him to another, and there the subject suddenly would be. And yet, even in his head, the action was awkward. What gil would even want to kiss him, anyway? Did they all know how he didn’t feel anything for them, not even over the prettiest, most popular and smartest girl in their whole grade? Is that why they all whispered and giggled when he passed by a group of them in a corridor? He wasn’t sure. But one thing was for sure. For some reason or another, as much as his mates talked about it and how fun it was, Louis Charles Weasley would never, ever kiss a girl, and he knew that for a fact.
He was first introduced to the boy in Potions class. He was a bit shorter than Louis, but a lot of the boys in his year were. With a head of platinum blonde hair and large, curious green eyes that shined out of his cherub face, Louis was absolutely certain that Jaren Fellowman was the prettiest boy he had ever seen. Louis hadn’t even known it was a boy until he spoke. Confident, even at twelve. A strong grin and positive aura. All of the things that Louis envied, Jaren possessed. So, when the boy took the only open seat available - right next to his - Louis knew that he needed this boy in his life. As a friend, of course. What else would two boys be?
Their friendship bloomed from that day onward, when Louis was a few porcupine quills short and Jaren had plenty. A Ravenclaw, the two would only ever see each other in Potions class at first, in which they would sit next to each other every single day. Eventually, the two began to compare schedules and, within weeks, were almost entirely inseparable. Louis even began to like Jeran enough to take him on his late-night prowls of the castle.
It was during one of these nights, the two of them giggling in between two rows of Astronomy textbooks, that Jeran had told Louis that he liked him. And, of course, Louis told Jeran that he liked him, too. After all, he had added, why would he want to be friends with somebody he didn’t like? And Jeran, well, he had laughed, and it took everything Louis had to not squeal over the giggling like he would upon seeing an especially fluffy baby owl at the Owlery. Upon stopping, Jeran informed Louis that he hadn’t meant it quite like that and Louis, confused, demanded knowing just what other kinds of “like” there was.
He had considered the idea that kisses were, indeed, soft, but not like this. It had only been for a brief few seconds, but the velveteen feel of Jeran’s lips pressed against his own were enough to aid present-day Louis conjure up his Patronus. And the butterflies that erupted in his stomach, similar to the fireworks going off in his head, were definitely strong enough to keep the spell going.
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The big one had held his head under the water for what felt like hours while one of the others kicked him in the sides and on the bum. The third sat on his back, pinning his hands down in order to keep him from retaliating. The salt-water stung his eyes and filled his nose; every time he struggled, it got worse. Louis’ head grew foggy; he felt sleepy. It was only when he was on the verge of passing out that he suddenly slammed forward; the Muggle children had scattered, and he as free to move again.
Curled up in his savior’s arms, Louis spat up what could have been gallons of water, encouraged by his mother’s soothing, rhythmic hand on his back. “Zey simply do not undeerstan’, Louis.” she had said later that night with his head resting on her lap. “Zhey just know zat you are special. Zhey will never be better zahn you, mon fils parfait. Never let zem bother you.” And, clinging to his mother’s nightgown, he agreed.
Except he had lied.
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MIRROR OF ERISED:
BOGGART:
IF MY POUNDING IMPULSE COMES
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NATIONALITY:
It is also worth mentioning that, despite hating to be called it, Louis is quite the Mummy’s boy. With Victiore always out and about and Dom and their father getting along so swimmingly, young Louis always found himself trailing behind his mother around the house, helping her whenever she allowed and finding solace him her lap and rhythmic back-rubs after a tough day and/or bullying.
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Perhaps it was because he grew up in a house full of girls, but Louis grew up to be sort of a quiet child by nature as he grew; Still laughing and smiling often, but allowing his second oldest sister to be more wildly rambunctious while he settled for playing on his own or with his mother, when she was readily available, which was a bit more often with Victoire’s leave for Hogwarts, a concept Louis had yet to understand, being only two at the time, but knew well enough that he would be seeing far less of his big sister which, with her constant refusal of him, he didn’t mind quite as much as he would have had it been Dom. He was still a boy; when allowed to, he would hold the same fascination with wriggly worms and wrestling with the family dog outside with Bill and Dom. However, his softer personality features are what truly stuck out. Especially to the other boys in the area.
The bullying began when Louis was young; maybe five-and-a-half, six. It didn’t start out very extreme, if at all noticeable; a refusal from a group of boys playing hide-and-seek or tag or, when he was accepted into the group, being played with a little more roughly than what the game would call for. But boys would be boys, right? It was in their nature to be a little tough. Right? Because of this mindset, something he would be told over and over again by the boys and anybody willing to listen to him, instead only knowing that the harsh treatment would either way result in a mother’s affection, it took Louis quite a while to understand that, for some strange reason, he was the more entertaining plaything than even the most imaginative of games.
After the drowning incident, Louis, just at age eight, came to the conclusion that perhaps there was something wrong with him; who he was. Long before realizing his attraction to men, or even remotely thinking about what it meant to ‘like’ somebody, he assumed it either had to do with his family’s magical blood, however a non-magical person who manage to pick up on that, or simply who he was as a person. And magical blood you just couldn’t change. So, for the next few years, Louis instead began to focus on his father, slowly attempting to pull himself away from his mother despite still loving her more than any of his other family members. He studied Bill intensely.
What he liked to do, how he acted, spoke, and simply lived. On more than one occasion, Louis asked either of his parents for stories about when Bill and Fleur had been young, and learned to fall in love with his father’s carefree personality, both from today and the yesteryears. From about nine on, Louis decided, he would become the living, breathing replica of his father’s personality.
it had annoyed him greatly, because of this, when he wasn’t allowed to join Bill and Dom on their camping trip around Dom’s tenth birthday. He certainly wouldn’t mind spending alone time with his mother, as she proposed, but how was Louis going to learn what it truly meant to be ‘manly’ if he didn’t get to see it for himself? He had enjoyed the weekend, sure; the special meals Fleur would cook for him during the entire weekend her husband and Dom had been away; trips to the park numerous stores (in which Louis was allowed any of his desires within reason.), ice cream...anything a nine year old boy could want, really. And yet, in the back of his mind, all Louis could think about those few days was the opportunity he was missing out on.
The next two years before Louis received his letter went by relatively quickly. Having grown into the man he longed to be, Bill’s personality, or at least how he had imagined it, slowly became his own. He didn’t have to try to be cool; he simply was. He started cutting and styling his hair differently almost as soon as he was allowed the choice and, as his age, his Veela heritage started to kick him, sharpening his features and making them more defined, noticeable as his body struggled to figured out what to do with the typically female-only trait. He began to look more and more like his father as time passed, growing a bit taller than your average ten-year-old and catching the attention of the other girls who lived around the area, leaving them blushing, smiling, and gossiping whenever he walked by with his mother. Occasionally, a particularly brave little girl would attempt to strike up and conversation and flirt the best a ten-year-old could but Louis, still so injured by those for treated him wrongly in the past, would only cooly decline their advances.
The third of their children, it came as no surprise to Bill and Fleur when Louis received his welcoming letter in the mail. And, for Louis, it was like a blessing. As neutral as his personality was, the scars the bullies had left behind were still ever-present over his heart. Hogwarts, he knew, was a huge placed, filled with not just a whole new slew of children, but children like him. Magical children. They wouldn’t think he was different; if anything, it was the Muggle children who teased him for being weird that weren’t normal. And so, in a few months time with his owl and books packed neatly, Louis took his first-ever train ride to the school that would define him. He sat up straight on the ride, seemingly unfazed, but still clutched dearly to Dom’s hand. Upon being placed under the Sorting Hat, he felt as if the enchanted object was smiling. “For a boy who has endured so much, Gryffindor would be the best fit, I trust.” The room broke into applause and, taking his seat at the same table his eldest sister sat at, Louis’ trip into the world of wizardry began.
His first year went by even more smoothly than expected, in terms of a social life. His oddly matured personality made students gravitate towards him; he was suddenly popular, surrounded by friends when he had had close to none just months before. While his budding social life did effect his grades a bit, not pulling marks quite as high as his older sisters but still fairly decent, he still managed to write letters filled to his parents with such optimism and happiness that they were still overjoyed despite his less than spectacular grades. However, this is also when Louis’ more mischievous side kicked in. The idea of becoming his father still clung to his mind and, over his mother’s laughter and Bill’s embarrassed head-shakes and snickers, he recalled the stories he would be told of Bill’s more ‘rebellious’ side; not quite on the scale of his Uncle George, but enough to freak out Grandmummy Molly. And so, he began to learn. After being told of plans to sneak around the castle by a first-year Slytherin acquaintance, Louis joined the small group of about three on their journey around the grounds. They were caught, of course - the giggling certainly didn’t help them - but th rush of adrenaline raced through Louis’ body whenever he thought about the thrill of doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. And, so, while he wasn’t sure if his friends had stopped, Louis continued, learning how to sneak about the castle on his lonesome without alerting anybody on the prowl, even with his gawky height and defining features.
Second year was perhaps the most revealing, when Louis shared his first kiss with the cherub-faced boy from Ravenclaw in the library. At first, the kiss sent Louis’ mind spiraling; was this normal? Louis had never seen two boys before. Would this feature make him a laughing stock, a freak? Unable to keep the secret to himself, Louis confessed his strange emotions in his sister, Dom, in which hugs were shared and reassuring pats were given. There was nothing wrong with Louis; he simply loved a little differently than other people and, regardless, he was still the Louis Charles Weasley everybody loved. And so, he accepted it, and Louis’ homosexuality simply became another aspect of who he was as he grew.
Years have passed since Louis’ childhood. Through the years, he became the person that nobody could have predicted he would become. He took up smoking towards the end of Year Four when one of his friends introduced the forbidden objects to him and a few others one night in the Common Room, and the indulgence in alcohol the year after. Despite the awful habits, Louis still found love in music, taking up polishing and managing Hogwarts cherished instruments simply because he could. He was quiet still, and still considered an overall cool, mature individual, granted nobody pushed him towards Black Lake. When it had happened in the fall of Year Four, the boy who had made the mistake was lucky to have just walked away from the eruption with a few bruises and scratches, the darker side of Louis’ male Veela blood finally revealed. From there, nobody dared to mess with Louis in that manner, simply enveloping themselves in Louis’ otherwise cool, calm personality, where anybody could crack and joke and enjoy their time as Louis puffed away on a cigarette or pipe.
Now in his sixth year, Louis is preparing himself for the tests and exams that were to define him within the next year. While others around him already started to buckle down on studying and attending after-hours as frequently as possibly, Louis shrugged it off. The dangers of Dark Wizardry were as good as over, as he had learned in History of Magic. Why bother studying your ass off if there was no more real need for an Auror? Naturally, Louis could never predict the dark times that were sure to come ahead, despite his proven abilities in Divination. It was only a matter of time before Louis had to throw his laid-back personality aside for something much more grave.
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LOCKED UP INSIDE YOU
--------------------HOLD ME DOWN 'CAUSE I WANT TO KNOW YOU[/color][/font][/center]
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YOU BRING CALM TO MY RAGE
--------------------YOU ARE LIFE AND I'M THIRSTING FOR YOU[/color][/font][/center]
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