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[attr="class","CVtitletemp1"] FREDERICK LEEO WEASLEY [break][break] Jacob Artist
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[attr="class","CVsubtitletemp1"] THE BASICS
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full name: frederick leeo weasley[break]
nick name(s): freddie, "hippie weasley"[break]
blood status: halfblood[break]
ability: animal communication (felines), nonverbal magic[break]
house and year: gryffindor alumnus[break]
wand type: 12 3/4-inch rowan, dittany strand[break]
occupation: Co-Owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes[break]
birthday: march 26, 2005 [break]
age: eighteen [break]
gender: male[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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full name: frederick leeo weasley[break]
nick name(s): freddie, "hippie weasley"[break]
blood status: halfblood[break]
ability: animal communication (felines), nonverbal magic[break]
house and year: gryffindor alumnus[break]
wand type: 12 3/4-inch rowan, dittany strand[break]
occupation: Co-Owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes[break]
birthday: march 26, 2005 [break]
age: eighteen [break]
gender: male[break]
orientation: heterosexual[break][break]
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HISTORY
HISTORY
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Frederick Weasley was born the second of his name, named for his father's late twin brother and his parents' school-time best friend, and to this day he's never been quite sure how that makes him "the second," instead simply being grateful that his dad doesn't call him "Junior." He looked the most unlikely Weasley yet, in no small part because the only physical traits from his father's side of the family he inherited were a pair of blue eyes and bone-structure that took after his Uncle Bill, otherwise taking after his mother with a complexion lightened somewhat by his father's pasty whiteness. Much the same can be said for his sister, Roxanne, born three years after Freddie and named for her maternal grandmother.[break][break]
Growing up in a joke shop - his parents own and run Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes on Diagon Alley - would seem like a dream for any child, but it seems that jokes and toys, like eating gross amounts of sugar, can wear on you when constantly immersed in them. That was not to say that Freddie found them a bore, he simply became more interested in how they did what they did than what they did specifically. More so, he adored the reaction of his father when trying out new gags on unsuspecting customers and their children. Like his father, and his father before him, Freddie developed a keen fascination for Muggle artifacts and specifically Muggle photography - which did not move like magical photos, but for that very reason seemed to have a certain simple beauty for it.[break][break]
It may seem uncharacteristic for a Weasley to be quiet, and truly Freddie can't be summed up solely as that, however like few in the family before him, he's much more content to listen and contemplate than to insist on speaking. One thing is for certain about being a Weasley is that family comes first... and you have a whomping big family. And despite the galleons that branches of the family have come into - the Potters what with Uncle Harry's inheritance from his parents and godfather, Uncle Bill's family what with Aunt Fleur's well-to-do affluence, and Freddie's own with his father having turned 3W into a real money-spinner - they make Grandmum and Granddad's Burrow in high need of extension charms come Christmas, especially when you throw in Uncle Percy's and Charlie's broods, and the Krum cousins.[break][break]
Weasleys were like rabbits, or rats if you ask some rotten Slytherins, but being many came with its perks as well. When Freddie's letter admitting him to Hogwarts came in his 12th year, as it had come for his father before him, as it had come for the uncle he was named for but would never know, Freddie found himself packing off with caldron, wand (13 3/4" rowan - noted for its liking to pure-hearted wizards and protection - with Dittany strand core), and his cousins James, Thomas, and Rose - all four sorted, to the surprise of none, into their parents' house, Gryffindor. Freddie took to Hogwarts like a fish to water, perhaps a tad on the precocious side (he was his father's son, after all), though classes that lacked in practicals had a nasty habit of spacing him out. His marks were actually quite good, though that was largely due to his affinity for writing scrolls and learning more, it seemed, from studying texts than sitting lectures. As such, he developed a nasty habit in Potions for attempting to improvise, or rather improve upon recipes, none too few times to disastrous result.[break][break]
He could not have been his parents' son if he did not play Quidditch. That's not to say that he would have been disinherited had he been terrible, but rather that he took to a broom naturally, a born flier like his mother, the renown Gryffindor chaser. However, first years rarely received invitations to join house teams, and in fact, Freddie had to spend two years on the Gryffindor reserves before earning a successful call-up at his mother's position. His father had fancied his chances of making a "cracking good beater" because of his build. But while the idea of beating away bludgers to protects his teammates appealed to Freddie's nature, he felt just the opposite about doing so while also trying to smack them at opposing players. Quidditch was never a chore for Freddie, though there were times that the ultra-competitive aspect of it - not helped by his cousin James' ambition in that area - proved grating. He loved being part of a team and felt a connection to his parents and the legacy of his namesake uncle when he donned the robes. But there was immense pressure that came with being Angelina Johnson's son, not the least of which came from his mother, that Freddie would just as soon have not had to deal with.[break][break]
In his first five years at school, Freddie neither stood out or failed to fit in. He had plenty of mates, bolstered even further by the influx of Weasley, Potter, and Krum cousins who followed. His mum might have... no, certainly would have preferred he pair himself off with a young witch, and it wasn't as though Freddie wasn't interested, so much as he had adopted a very laissez-faire (or so his cousin said) attitude toward the whole matter, strengthened a bit more every time his mother, well-intending as she might be, pushed. Doggy, his cat, seemed to share his mother's sentiment or perhaps he was working in collusion with his sister, with whom he shared the cat. (The cat which acted as if it owned the Gryffindor common room and strode freely between boys' and girl' dormitories, though always sleeping at Roxy's feet once she arrived at Hogwarts in Freddie's 4th year.) It was as if the cat flirted with women to try and play matchmaker, and found few males it didn't take offense to aside from Freddie's younger cousin Albus and Freddie himself. He swore that when he conversed with that cat, as both he and Roxanne had shown the ability to do, it was scanning his mind via kitty occlumency for any inkling of a crush on a fellow student, and seriously considered taking out a book on leglimency to safeguard his mind. He considers it is barbed gift that upon his graduation, their parents made a gift of another cat to Roxy, so that Doggy could stay with him. He dares not think that he might have preferred the new cat, for fear that Doggy try to smother him in his sleep.[break][break]
During his fifth year, Freddie shocked quite a few - possibly most of all, his father - receiving exceptionally high marks (five "O's" and three "E's") on his O.W.L.'s, qualifying to pursue his N.E.W.T.'s in Charms, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts (these first four, his "O's"), History of Magic, Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbology. After all, he had always tested well. He was a bit put out that he'd only managed an "A" thus missing N.E.W.T. level for Care of Magical Creatures, but he had devoted himself so much to doing no harm to his fire crab that he'd suffered a less-than-preferable amount of burns himself in the process. Unlike many of the other seventh-year students in his N.E.W.T.'s, he spent the entirety of his final year truly clueless as to where he aspired to work when he completes his schooling. He could certainly tell you what he didn't want to do: Be cooped up in some small office or as a cog in a process line. Freddie secretly wants to travel, he wants to experience life and make the lives of other around him (even those he has yet to meet) better.[break][break]
There has been, of course, the family business to fall back on, which he has thus far, following graduation, but largely because he doesn't have the heart to tell his father that he doesn't want that. A small part of this is also that, in the back of his mind, he doesn't want to admit that his father won't live forever. It's a slightly naive and very idealistic notion, but that's Freddie.
Frederick Weasley was born the second of his name, named for his father's late twin brother and his parents' school-time best friend, and to this day he's never been quite sure how that makes him "the second," instead simply being grateful that his dad doesn't call him "Junior." He looked the most unlikely Weasley yet, in no small part because the only physical traits from his father's side of the family he inherited were a pair of blue eyes and bone-structure that took after his Uncle Bill, otherwise taking after his mother with a complexion lightened somewhat by his father's pasty whiteness. Much the same can be said for his sister, Roxanne, born three years after Freddie and named for her maternal grandmother.[break][break]
Growing up in a joke shop - his parents own and run Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes on Diagon Alley - would seem like a dream for any child, but it seems that jokes and toys, like eating gross amounts of sugar, can wear on you when constantly immersed in them. That was not to say that Freddie found them a bore, he simply became more interested in how they did what they did than what they did specifically. More so, he adored the reaction of his father when trying out new gags on unsuspecting customers and their children. Like his father, and his father before him, Freddie developed a keen fascination for Muggle artifacts and specifically Muggle photography - which did not move like magical photos, but for that very reason seemed to have a certain simple beauty for it.[break][break]
It may seem uncharacteristic for a Weasley to be quiet, and truly Freddie can't be summed up solely as that, however like few in the family before him, he's much more content to listen and contemplate than to insist on speaking. One thing is for certain about being a Weasley is that family comes first... and you have a whomping big family. And despite the galleons that branches of the family have come into - the Potters what with Uncle Harry's inheritance from his parents and godfather, Uncle Bill's family what with Aunt Fleur's well-to-do affluence, and Freddie's own with his father having turned 3W into a real money-spinner - they make Grandmum and Granddad's Burrow in high need of extension charms come Christmas, especially when you throw in Uncle Percy's and Charlie's broods, and the Krum cousins.[break][break]
Weasleys were like rabbits, or rats if you ask some rotten Slytherins, but being many came with its perks as well. When Freddie's letter admitting him to Hogwarts came in his 12th year, as it had come for his father before him, as it had come for the uncle he was named for but would never know, Freddie found himself packing off with caldron, wand (13 3/4" rowan - noted for its liking to pure-hearted wizards and protection - with Dittany strand core), and his cousins James, Thomas, and Rose - all four sorted, to the surprise of none, into their parents' house, Gryffindor. Freddie took to Hogwarts like a fish to water, perhaps a tad on the precocious side (he was his father's son, after all), though classes that lacked in practicals had a nasty habit of spacing him out. His marks were actually quite good, though that was largely due to his affinity for writing scrolls and learning more, it seemed, from studying texts than sitting lectures. As such, he developed a nasty habit in Potions for attempting to improvise, or rather improve upon recipes, none too few times to disastrous result.[break][break]
He could not have been his parents' son if he did not play Quidditch. That's not to say that he would have been disinherited had he been terrible, but rather that he took to a broom naturally, a born flier like his mother, the renown Gryffindor chaser. However, first years rarely received invitations to join house teams, and in fact, Freddie had to spend two years on the Gryffindor reserves before earning a successful call-up at his mother's position. His father had fancied his chances of making a "cracking good beater" because of his build. But while the idea of beating away bludgers to protects his teammates appealed to Freddie's nature, he felt just the opposite about doing so while also trying to smack them at opposing players. Quidditch was never a chore for Freddie, though there were times that the ultra-competitive aspect of it - not helped by his cousin James' ambition in that area - proved grating. He loved being part of a team and felt a connection to his parents and the legacy of his namesake uncle when he donned the robes. But there was immense pressure that came with being Angelina Johnson's son, not the least of which came from his mother, that Freddie would just as soon have not had to deal with.[break][break]
In his first five years at school, Freddie neither stood out or failed to fit in. He had plenty of mates, bolstered even further by the influx of Weasley, Potter, and Krum cousins who followed. His mum might have... no, certainly would have preferred he pair himself off with a young witch, and it wasn't as though Freddie wasn't interested, so much as he had adopted a very laissez-faire (or so his cousin said) attitude toward the whole matter, strengthened a bit more every time his mother, well-intending as she might be, pushed. Doggy, his cat, seemed to share his mother's sentiment or perhaps he was working in collusion with his sister, with whom he shared the cat. (The cat which acted as if it owned the Gryffindor common room and strode freely between boys' and girl' dormitories, though always sleeping at Roxy's feet once she arrived at Hogwarts in Freddie's 4th year.) It was as if the cat flirted with women to try and play matchmaker, and found few males it didn't take offense to aside from Freddie's younger cousin Albus and Freddie himself. He swore that when he conversed with that cat, as both he and Roxanne had shown the ability to do, it was scanning his mind via kitty occlumency for any inkling of a crush on a fellow student, and seriously considered taking out a book on leglimency to safeguard his mind. He considers it is barbed gift that upon his graduation, their parents made a gift of another cat to Roxy, so that Doggy could stay with him. He dares not think that he might have preferred the new cat, for fear that Doggy try to smother him in his sleep.[break][break]
During his fifth year, Freddie shocked quite a few - possibly most of all, his father - receiving exceptionally high marks (five "O's" and three "E's") on his O.W.L.'s, qualifying to pursue his N.E.W.T.'s in Charms, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts (these first four, his "O's"), History of Magic, Transfiguration, Potions, and Herbology. After all, he had always tested well. He was a bit put out that he'd only managed an "A" thus missing N.E.W.T. level for Care of Magical Creatures, but he had devoted himself so much to doing no harm to his fire crab that he'd suffered a less-than-preferable amount of burns himself in the process. Unlike many of the other seventh-year students in his N.E.W.T.'s, he spent the entirety of his final year truly clueless as to where he aspired to work when he completes his schooling. He could certainly tell you what he didn't want to do: Be cooped up in some small office or as a cog in a process line. Freddie secretly wants to travel, he wants to experience life and make the lives of other around him (even those he has yet to meet) better.[break][break]
There has been, of course, the family business to fall back on, which he has thus far, following graduation, but largely because he doesn't have the heart to tell his father that he doesn't want that. A small part of this is also that, in the back of his mind, he doesn't want to admit that his father won't live forever. It's a slightly naive and very idealistic notion, but that's Freddie.
