Post by TRIPP HENDRIK COOTE on Nov 7, 2014 19:40:14 GMT
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THOMAS HENDRIK COOTE [break][break]
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THOMAS HENDRIK COOTE [break][break]
nathan sykes
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THE BASICS
THE BASICS
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full name: thomas hendrik coote[break]
nick name(s): tripp[break]
blood status: halfblood[break]
ability: wandless magic[break]
house and year: gryffindor, sixth year[break]
wand type: blackthorn, dragon heartstring, 10 1/2 inches[break]
occupation: student[break]
birthday: jan. 31, 2007[break]
age: 16 [break]
gender: male[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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full name: thomas hendrik coote[break]
nick name(s): tripp[break]
blood status: halfblood[break]
ability: wandless magic[break]
house and year: gryffindor, sixth year[break]
wand type: blackthorn, dragon heartstring, 10 1/2 inches[break]
occupation: student[break]
birthday: jan. 31, 2007[break]
age: 16 [break]
gender: male[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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HISTORY
HISTORY
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"Dad, why did you name me Thomas?" [break]
"That's a peculiar question to ask. Why don't you like your name?" [break]
"Because my name is like everyone else in the neighborhood. Did you know that the house across from us have a son named Thomas, and apparently he has a friend named Thomas too. Why couldn't my name be more unique? Why does it have to be just Thomas?" [break]
The father laughed at his son's statment, "Thomas, you cannot change your name because someone else has it. You were named Thomas because my father, who was in the Order, died at the battle of Hogwarts. He gave up his life to save many lives, including you. You can never change your name. But, if you are so desperate in trying to be unique, you should give yourself a nickname." [break]
The son stared at his father with curiosity, "A nickname? So can you call me Coolguy? Or Superman? Or Speedy?" The list continued to get longer until his father interrupted him. [break]
"- Perhaps we should try something simpler. How about we call you Tripp?" [break]
The son shook his head. "No, can you call me Terminator?" [break]
The father shook his head, "I'll call you Tripp. Perhaps your friends can call you Terminator. Anyway, your mother is going to yell at me if I keep you from your bedtime story." He kissed the boy's forehead, and gave his son a hug. "Don't ever forget that you were named after a hero, Thomas. A hero that you could become in the future." [break]
The boy smiled at his father. "If I become a hero, will everyone have my name?" [break]
His father laughed in delight, "Good night Tripp." [break]
The boy nodded. "Good night." He turned around and hurried up the stairs and around the corner where his mother sat near a chair with a book in her hand. [break]
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The young boy quickly climbed into bed, laying his head down on the pillow with a big 'thump'. The mother sat patiently on the chair like she always did. When she saw that he was comfortable she opened the book and the young boy stared in awe. The pictures moved from one page to another. Some of the little people in the book started to wave to the young boy, and he did the same. [break]
"On a cold winter night where the full moon shone bright, witches and wizard rushed to their cottages down in the village of Hogsmeade. They knew that one big creature was going to show up. And that creature had nasty claws, and great big teeth that liked to munch on small children. This creature was known as the -" [break]
The young boy jumped out of bed. "Werewolves! It's werewolves!" [break]
The mother nodded her head as she tried to calm the young boy. "They were, and you know that the werewolves could hear you right now." [break]
The young boy looked at his mother in disbelief. "No they wouldn't. You said that werewolves don't come down to a muggle neighborhood. And even if they did, I could use magic on them."[break]
The mother shook her head. "Thomas, magic is not to be used as a weapon. Magic protects us. And whatever you do, when you learn to use this magic, never use it in front of muggles. Do you understand me?" [break]
"Yes mom." [break]
The mother approved of his response and continued her story until he gently laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was already morning. [break]
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"Happy Birthday Tripp!" [break]
The boy walked in to see his mother, father, and brother around the table. A cake with eleven candles melted quickly onto the icing of the ice cream cake. [break]
"Hurry up and blow them out, I want some cake you know." The older boy demanded, already holding his plate and fork. [break]
"Okay, okay." The young boy said and climbed onto the chair. He leaned closer to his cake and took a deep breathe. When he blew, his wish became true because after he blew the candles out, an owl came flying in with a letter and dropped it right in front of the young boy. He held it in his hands, and began to open it. [break]
"Please, please say that you can't come to Hogwarts. Please say that you got denied. By god please say that." [break]
The young boy glared at his brother and ripped the seal on it. He unfolded the letter and began to read it. "Dear Thomas Coote, you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which means you will be joining your brother and making his life miserable." [break]
"You made that up, let me see it." [break]
The young boy put it in his pocket and started to run. "Did not, and it's my letter so you can't read it." [break]
The older boy started chased after him and began to pull on his younger brother's shirt to stop him from escaping. "Let me read the letter Tripp." [break]
"Mom! Dad! Tell him to stop!" [break]
"Mom! Dad! Tell him to stop lying!" [break]
The parents shook there head but smiled in delight. They started to write down the things he needed for his first year at Hogwarts while the two boys wrestled each other in the living room. [break]
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"Thomas Coote!" [break]
The young boy stared at the witch who held the sorting hat with her wizened, long fingers. His palms became clammy, and could feel his heart racing. He slowly came up the stairs and turned around to sit and face everyone. The boy searched for his brother, who was probably whispering for his brother to not be in gryffindor. His thoughts stopped once he felt the hat on his head. [break]
"What do we have here? I believe I met your brother a year ago, and he was sorted into gryffindor. But you, you are different from your brother." [break]
The boy started to nod and mummbled. "You got that right..." [break]
The hat smirked. "Witty, yet has a side for adventure, exploration, and detention. There can only be one house for someone like yourself." There was a awkward silence in the hall as they heard the hat mummble to himself before shouting, "Gryffindor!" [break]
The young boy smiled in delight as he walked off and sat with some of the other first year students. He looked down the table to see his brother, who was grinning and clapping at the hat's decision. Perhaps being in the same house as your brother wouldn't be that bad, he thought and continued to watch the ceremony. [break]
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"Alright Tripp, this is our big debut. Don't mess up because we will be making our house quidditch team. No matter what." [break]
The boy grinned at his friend. "You mean you will. How many years have you been practicing for the quidditch team?" [break]
"Not long. Remember that our first quidditch lesson was four years ago, I haven't been practicing at all." [break]
"Really? Well if I remember correctly, haven't you been attending that nerdy flying club for that past four years?" [break]
The blonde haired boy shook his head vigorously. "No, and even if I was, who spilled the beans." [break]
The boy started to walk a little faster, avoiding eye contact with his friend. "Well, you shouldn't keep your diary-" [break]
"You read my diary!" [break]
"I didn't read all of it. But even if I did, I can't believe you have a crush on Rose-" [break]
The blonde haired boy started to run after his friend, pulling his broom behind his shoulder and swinging at his friend. "You b******! That was my privacy!" [break]
The boy ducked and started to run away from his friend. "Hey, hey! We'll never make the quidditch team if you break your broom on my head." [break]
The blonde haired boy chased after his friend. "Do you really think that matters now! You read my diary, Tripp!" [break]
The boy kept running down the hill and past some other gryffindors who were ready to try out for quidditch. "Pete, calm down! How are we supposed to make the quidditch team with that att-" [break]
"Tripp! I'm going to purposely aim the bludger at you!" [break]
The boy kept running until he joined the semicircle of other gryffindors. Listening to the captain speak about his last year and how they were supposed to win the quidditch cup that year. The boy looked around and so his brother staring at him, rolling his eyes in disappointment. The boy imitated his brother and was soon partnered up with him to test how fast they could go. [break]
"You ready to lose Tripp?" [break]
"In your dreams." [break]
"I'll make you eat those words." [break]
The horn went off and both boys circled the pitch with great speed. It wasn't long when the horn went off again and both boys stopped. The captain clapped. "Well done Cootes. I knew your brother had potential!" [break]
The two boys flew down to the ground and awaited the next test. Both glaring at one another. [break]
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It was near the end of the day and the captain came by and posted the gryffindor quidditch team. His brother obviously made it on since he had been on it last year. The young boy stared at the sheet for his name. [break]
"Tripp, were both reserves....." The blonde haired boy frowned, his eyes watered and fists clenched. [break]
"Pete, it's not bad. We're at least on the team, right? Cheer up, I'll grab us some butterbeers to celebrate..... and perhaps I should invite a speical someone?" [break]
The blonde haired boy looked up, no longer was he frowning. "You wouldn't." [break]
The boy smiled. "Maybe I will. Perhaps you should buy the butterbeers this round?" [break]
There was a long pause before a final decision was made. "Fine, I'll buy the butterbeers." The blonde haired boy said and the young boy smiled in delight. [break]
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"Professor, do I really need to learn this?" [break]
"Tripp, in all my years of teaching, I know you are capable of learning this. You have shown promising skills even though you don't show up to class. It has come to my attention that I should be teaching you something that you could use in the future." The professor paused as he placed his wand down on his desk and moved his hands. "I'm going to teach you a skill that very few students can learn at a young age. Wandless magic." [break]
The boy looked at his professor. "Wandless magic? Professor, in all due respect, shouldn't you be teaching this to someone who is committed?"[break]
The professor shook his head. "Tripp, you are a bright wizard and I know that one day you will become something great. I have decided to start your studies now since your N.E.W.T.S and O.W.L.S are a few months away." [break]
The boy couldn't believe he was doing this. He didn't have the motivation, and even if he did he wouldn't want to surpass anyone. "Professor, I really don't think this is necessa-" [break]
"Stupefy!" [break]
The boy was sent thrown back and slid on his behind for awhile. "What the hell was that for?" [break]
"Mr. Coote, I suggest you get up. Your training starts now." [break]
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"Tripp! I hope you're ready to leave for the train!" [break]
"Yep, let me just get Fergus into the car." The dog ran circles around the boy, holding a ball in his hand. "C'mon boy, in the car." The dog jumped in once the ball was thrown and the door slammed shut. [break]
"Tripp, hurry up, your brother is ready." [break]
"Of course he would be." The boy hopped into the back, where he sat next to his brother and father sat in the front. [break]
"Alright boys, these are your last years at Hogwarts, I want you guys to help each other out. No fighting unless you need too." [break]
Both boys nodded. "Yes dad." [break]
Their mum hopped into the driver's seat and started the car. "Alright, to Hogwarts." The car started to move and a new year at Hogwarts awaited. [break]
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"Dad, why did you name me Thomas?" [break]
"That's a peculiar question to ask. Why don't you like your name?" [break]
"Because my name is like everyone else in the neighborhood. Did you know that the house across from us have a son named Thomas, and apparently he has a friend named Thomas too. Why couldn't my name be more unique? Why does it have to be just Thomas?" [break]
The father laughed at his son's statment, "Thomas, you cannot change your name because someone else has it. You were named Thomas because my father, who was in the Order, died at the battle of Hogwarts. He gave up his life to save many lives, including you. You can never change your name. But, if you are so desperate in trying to be unique, you should give yourself a nickname." [break]
The son stared at his father with curiosity, "A nickname? So can you call me Coolguy? Or Superman? Or Speedy?" The list continued to get longer until his father interrupted him. [break]
"- Perhaps we should try something simpler. How about we call you Tripp?" [break]
The son shook his head. "No, can you call me Terminator?" [break]
The father shook his head, "I'll call you Tripp. Perhaps your friends can call you Terminator. Anyway, your mother is going to yell at me if I keep you from your bedtime story." He kissed the boy's forehead, and gave his son a hug. "Don't ever forget that you were named after a hero, Thomas. A hero that you could become in the future." [break]
The boy smiled at his father. "If I become a hero, will everyone have my name?" [break]
His father laughed in delight, "Good night Tripp." [break]
The boy nodded. "Good night." He turned around and hurried up the stairs and around the corner where his mother sat near a chair with a book in her hand. [break]
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The young boy quickly climbed into bed, laying his head down on the pillow with a big 'thump'. The mother sat patiently on the chair like she always did. When she saw that he was comfortable she opened the book and the young boy stared in awe. The pictures moved from one page to another. Some of the little people in the book started to wave to the young boy, and he did the same. [break]
"On a cold winter night where the full moon shone bright, witches and wizard rushed to their cottages down in the village of Hogsmeade. They knew that one big creature was going to show up. And that creature had nasty claws, and great big teeth that liked to munch on small children. This creature was known as the -" [break]
The young boy jumped out of bed. "Werewolves! It's werewolves!" [break]
The mother nodded her head as she tried to calm the young boy. "They were, and you know that the werewolves could hear you right now." [break]
The young boy looked at his mother in disbelief. "No they wouldn't. You said that werewolves don't come down to a muggle neighborhood. And even if they did, I could use magic on them."[break]
The mother shook her head. "Thomas, magic is not to be used as a weapon. Magic protects us. And whatever you do, when you learn to use this magic, never use it in front of muggles. Do you understand me?" [break]
"Yes mom." [break]
The mother approved of his response and continued her story until he gently laid back on his pillow and closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was already morning. [break]
--------------------------------------[break][break]
"Happy Birthday Tripp!" [break]
The boy walked in to see his mother, father, and brother around the table. A cake with eleven candles melted quickly onto the icing of the ice cream cake. [break]
"Hurry up and blow them out, I want some cake you know." The older boy demanded, already holding his plate and fork. [break]
"Okay, okay." The young boy said and climbed onto the chair. He leaned closer to his cake and took a deep breathe. When he blew, his wish became true because after he blew the candles out, an owl came flying in with a letter and dropped it right in front of the young boy. He held it in his hands, and began to open it. [break]
"Please, please say that you can't come to Hogwarts. Please say that you got denied. By god please say that." [break]
The young boy glared at his brother and ripped the seal on it. He unfolded the letter and began to read it. "Dear Thomas Coote, you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which means you will be joining your brother and making his life miserable." [break]
"You made that up, let me see it." [break]
The young boy put it in his pocket and started to run. "Did not, and it's my letter so you can't read it." [break]
The older boy started chased after him and began to pull on his younger brother's shirt to stop him from escaping. "Let me read the letter Tripp." [break]
"Mom! Dad! Tell him to stop!" [break]
"Mom! Dad! Tell him to stop lying!" [break]
The parents shook there head but smiled in delight. They started to write down the things he needed for his first year at Hogwarts while the two boys wrestled each other in the living room. [break]
------------------------------------------[break][break]
"Thomas Coote!" [break]
The young boy stared at the witch who held the sorting hat with her wizened, long fingers. His palms became clammy, and could feel his heart racing. He slowly came up the stairs and turned around to sit and face everyone. The boy searched for his brother, who was probably whispering for his brother to not be in gryffindor. His thoughts stopped once he felt the hat on his head. [break]
"What do we have here? I believe I met your brother a year ago, and he was sorted into gryffindor. But you, you are different from your brother." [break]
The boy started to nod and mummbled. "You got that right..." [break]
The hat smirked. "Witty, yet has a side for adventure, exploration, and detention. There can only be one house for someone like yourself." There was a awkward silence in the hall as they heard the hat mummble to himself before shouting, "Gryffindor!" [break]
The young boy smiled in delight as he walked off and sat with some of the other first year students. He looked down the table to see his brother, who was grinning and clapping at the hat's decision. Perhaps being in the same house as your brother wouldn't be that bad, he thought and continued to watch the ceremony. [break]
--------------------------------------[break][break]
"Alright Tripp, this is our big debut. Don't mess up because we will be making our house quidditch team. No matter what." [break]
The boy grinned at his friend. "You mean you will. How many years have you been practicing for the quidditch team?" [break]
"Not long. Remember that our first quidditch lesson was four years ago, I haven't been practicing at all." [break]
"Really? Well if I remember correctly, haven't you been attending that nerdy flying club for that past four years?" [break]
The blonde haired boy shook his head vigorously. "No, and even if I was, who spilled the beans." [break]
The boy started to walk a little faster, avoiding eye contact with his friend. "Well, you shouldn't keep your diary-" [break]
"You read my diary!" [break]
"I didn't read all of it. But even if I did, I can't believe you have a crush on Rose-" [break]
The blonde haired boy started to run after his friend, pulling his broom behind his shoulder and swinging at his friend. "You b******! That was my privacy!" [break]
The boy ducked and started to run away from his friend. "Hey, hey! We'll never make the quidditch team if you break your broom on my head." [break]
The blonde haired boy chased after his friend. "Do you really think that matters now! You read my diary, Tripp!" [break]
The boy kept running down the hill and past some other gryffindors who were ready to try out for quidditch. "Pete, calm down! How are we supposed to make the quidditch team with that att-" [break]
"Tripp! I'm going to purposely aim the bludger at you!" [break]
The boy kept running until he joined the semicircle of other gryffindors. Listening to the captain speak about his last year and how they were supposed to win the quidditch cup that year. The boy looked around and so his brother staring at him, rolling his eyes in disappointment. The boy imitated his brother and was soon partnered up with him to test how fast they could go. [break]
"You ready to lose Tripp?" [break]
"In your dreams." [break]
"I'll make you eat those words." [break]
The horn went off and both boys circled the pitch with great speed. It wasn't long when the horn went off again and both boys stopped. The captain clapped. "Well done Cootes. I knew your brother had potential!" [break]
The two boys flew down to the ground and awaited the next test. Both glaring at one another. [break]
-------------------------------------------[break][break]
It was near the end of the day and the captain came by and posted the gryffindor quidditch team. His brother obviously made it on since he had been on it last year. The young boy stared at the sheet for his name. [break]
"Tripp, were both reserves....." The blonde haired boy frowned, his eyes watered and fists clenched. [break]
"Pete, it's not bad. We're at least on the team, right? Cheer up, I'll grab us some butterbeers to celebrate..... and perhaps I should invite a speical someone?" [break]
The blonde haired boy looked up, no longer was he frowning. "You wouldn't." [break]
The boy smiled. "Maybe I will. Perhaps you should buy the butterbeers this round?" [break]
There was a long pause before a final decision was made. "Fine, I'll buy the butterbeers." The blonde haired boy said and the young boy smiled in delight. [break]
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"Professor, do I really need to learn this?" [break]
"Tripp, in all my years of teaching, I know you are capable of learning this. You have shown promising skills even though you don't show up to class. It has come to my attention that I should be teaching you something that you could use in the future." The professor paused as he placed his wand down on his desk and moved his hands. "I'm going to teach you a skill that very few students can learn at a young age. Wandless magic." [break]
The boy looked at his professor. "Wandless magic? Professor, in all due respect, shouldn't you be teaching this to someone who is committed?"[break]
The professor shook his head. "Tripp, you are a bright wizard and I know that one day you will become something great. I have decided to start your studies now since your N.E.W.T.S and O.W.L.S are a few months away." [break]
The boy couldn't believe he was doing this. He didn't have the motivation, and even if he did he wouldn't want to surpass anyone. "Professor, I really don't think this is necessa-" [break]
"Stupefy!" [break]
The boy was sent thrown back and slid on his behind for awhile. "What the hell was that for?" [break]
"Mr. Coote, I suggest you get up. Your training starts now." [break]
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"Tripp! I hope you're ready to leave for the train!" [break]
"Yep, let me just get Fergus into the car." The dog ran circles around the boy, holding a ball in his hand. "C'mon boy, in the car." The dog jumped in once the ball was thrown and the door slammed shut. [break]
"Tripp, hurry up, your brother is ready." [break]
"Of course he would be." The boy hopped into the back, where he sat next to his brother and father sat in the front. [break]
"Alright boys, these are your last years at Hogwarts, I want you guys to help each other out. No fighting unless you need too." [break]
Both boys nodded. "Yes dad." [break]
Their mum hopped into the driver's seat and started the car. "Alright, to Hogwarts." The car started to move and a new year at Hogwarts awaited. [break]
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