Post by JONATHAN EMYR RAMSEY on Nov 11, 2014 10:35:51 GMT
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JONATHAN EMYR RAMSEY [break][break]
colton haynes
JONATHAN EMYR RAMSEY [break][break]
colton haynes
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THE BASICS
THE BASICS
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full name: Jonathan Emyr Ramsey[break]
nick name(s): Jack, Jackie-boy[break]
blood status: Halfblood[break]
ability: 1/8th Veela[break]
house and year: Hufflepuff (6th year)[break]
wand type: 10", Apple, Unicorn tail hair[break]
occupation: Student[break]
birthday: April 10, 2007 [break]
age: 16 [break]
gender: Male[break]
orientation: Heterosexual[break][break]
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full name: Jonathan Emyr Ramsey[break]
nick name(s): Jack, Jackie-boy[break]
blood status: Halfblood[break]
ability: 1/8th Veela[break]
house and year: Hufflepuff (6th year)[break]
wand type: 10", Apple, Unicorn tail hair[break]
occupation: Student[break]
birthday: April 10, 2007 [break]
age: 16 [break]
gender: Male[break]
orientation: Heterosexual[break][break]
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HISTORY
HISTORY
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Name in full, please? And you're going to have to help me out with the pronunciation on the middle name.[break][break]
"Jack Emyr Ramsey. And it's Eh-meer; it's Welsh, like me dad. Well... he's half-Welsh. Half-English. Wenglish, really."[break][break]
Your file reads 'Jonathan,' though.[break][break]
"Yeah, but no'one other than me mother calls me 'at. 'N even then, she only does it when she's fixin' to hex me out of punishment. Ya've really never heard of Jack as a shortened nickname for John?"[break][break]
I'm just going by what I've got in front of me.[break][break]
"An' I'm just takin' the piss out of you. No sense'n being so uptight. Unbutton your collar, stay a little."[break][break]
That's one heck of an accent you've got there. I'll be honest, I can't quite place it.[break][break]
"I'd hope not. None but me 'n mine have the like. Mum's Australian, by that I mean she was born 'n raised there, but her family's twice-removed from Cornwall. I already brought up Dad, 'cept I left out that the English part is Northern - Manchester. So really, it's no wonder I sound like someone just took a whole lot o' accents, threw 'em in a mixer, and hit frappe."[break][break]
That's certainly one way of putting it. Strangely appropriate. So I can only imagine the family history is a tale all of its own?"[break][break]
"Huh? You mean how does an Australian witch end up married to a half-Welsh, half-Manc muggle? Why, only due to the greatest invention of the Muggle world!"[break][break]
Television?[break][break]
"Not on your Nelly! I'm talkin' about rugby. Mum was surrounded by it where she grew up, probably what led to her becomin' such a feared beater when she came to Hogwarts an' played quidditch. 'She'd blind you with a pretty smile an' cave your nose in with a well-placed bludger, that Jo Buckley,' they used to say about her. She stayed in England with cousins after she graduated, had a tryout with Barnton that didn't work out, and ended up moving back home after she earned a spot on Woollongong Warriors. E'en the witches and wizards in Australia still follow Muggle rugby though, so when the 15's World Cup came to Sydney in 2003 so did me dad who was playing reserve lock for the English National team. Dad ended up getting more playing time than expected when Ashley Lawes broke his leg against the Frogs, and had a highlight reel block to clear the way for Jason Robinson to score the only successful try of the championship match. England beat Australia in the final and me mum was smitten with the tall bloke on the English side who had put Stevie Larkham on his backside.[break][break]
Dad played professionally for Sale Sharks in Eccles, and had my widowed grandmum he was caring for, so once season ended, Mum put in for a transfer and was picked up by Appleby Arrows. Mum's always found it more'n a bit convenient that the British Quidditch clubs finally took notice of her only after she was called up to the Aussie national team, but then she always played better with a chip on 'er shoulder."[break][break]
So then you came first, followed by your sister...[break][break]
"You're gettin' ahead of me, mate. Mum and Dad struggled making their relationship work between their two separate worlds. It's a wonder whether they'd have actually gotten married if she hadn't have gotten knocked up with me. Happened mid-season too, there's still a bunch of Arrows supporters what blame me to this day for them sliding down the table that year and missing out on qualifying to play for Euro's. She probably could've picked a better way to tell him than holding up a sign at his match, though; poor Dad got distracted and turned boots over tits by this monstrous Samoan geezer on Saracens, Junior Fifita, and while she spent the next 9 months with me in her belly, he spent the time healing a cracked scapula. The three of us settled down in a manse in Manchester, after they got married... quick enough that me and the belly hadn't started to show. Grandmum Ramsey moved in with us, and not that I remember much outside of photos because I was a baby, but she was what really raised me those first couple years, once Mum went back to the game and Dad healed up. Hayley was the result of Mum and Dad's celebration of Appleby's first ever League Cup in 2010, more'n a bit unexpected... but then so was Arrows finishing top of the table that season."[break][break]
How has it been growing up in a mixed-blood family?[break][break]
"Mix blood? You one of those our blood's holier 'an thou's kinds? We've got best of both world's where i'm concerned. Sure, we don't live in some exclusive wizarding community, but Manchester's boomin' with wizards a' late. Bit of a hassle to not just be able to pick up a broom for a bit of practice when the want hits, but other'n that we're right in the thick'a things. Just how I like it. Blood business... I've got some Veela in me on my mum's side too, but I don't see you all morngy about that."[break][break]
Actually I was rounding up to that.[break][break]
"That's the bit what's actually more odd to me. S'pose I should be grateful it pushed my Mum's looks on me rather than comin' out looking like a regular ol' mug like my old man. Apparently I've got 'the eyes' that make it obvious. Bit of a bum wrap that the whole charmin' the opposite gender lot only goes with the girl side. But at least I haven't done that whole turnin' all harpy-like when I get narked."[break][break]
Tell me about your experience at Hogwarts thus far.[break][break]
"I can't tell you how relieved I was when that letter came. Weren't really much of a surprise to anyone when I started showing magical ability... not that I could control it much, early on. We just weren't sure if that was the Veela part or Mum's witch blood had took. If it'd been the first there was a chance the only way I'd get magical education was to get packed off to that Boa-battins in Frogland, 'n I'da hated that - they don't even have proper Quidditch there. First couple years were no picnic. I got sorted into 'ufflepuff, Mum's house, which yeah... you can hear yourself how much of a mouthful that is to say for me. The sorting suited me just fine, plenty of friendly kids, none of those materialistic, stuck-up prats to be found, close quarters to the kitchen is always good. But no spots on the house team opened up until I was in Third and I swear I'd never done so much reading in my life... and it still didn't make great marks. I'm not ninepence to the shilling or anything, but I just... do a lot better when you actually let me do things instead of have to just memorize words out of books and write them back on scrolls."[break][break]
So your marks were less-than-good.[break][break]
"I passed. I wasn't pulling bad marks, just not outstanding ones, at least not in all my classes... or many of them. Weren't for lack of trying either; if it's one thing my parents and Grandmum, before she died, put in me it was a crackin' good work ethic and no-quit attitude. It for sure got easier to stay focused on getting the marks I needed to get once I won my chaser spot on the 'puff House team. Little bit of extra motivation. Mum was a bit disappointed I didn't go out for beater, but I told her, I spent all those year growing up with her batting bludgers at me that chasing just felt natural. Hasn't been a bludger yet at Hogwarts what could knock me off my broom. 'Sides, Dad always reckoned I'd make a fit winger and chaser isn't much more than that on a broom. Quaffle... rugger ball, pretty much same same."[break][break]
And when you're not in classes...?[break][break]
"I'm not much different from any other bloke, I guess. After Grandmum passed last year, I took a bit more to do's and boozin', but really that was more when home on holiday and the one time my lot of friends managed to successfully brew up a Polyjuice potion so that we could buy bottles of fire whiskey from the Hog's Head... ev'n though we only drunk two of the four before we were found out and had to pour the remaining lot down the drain. I like girls, but I don't like girls if that makes any sense."[break][break]
Not the slightest bit.[break][break]
"It's hard to be a teenage bloke and not like girls. But... most of these birds are completely batty. It's like they're screening for future 'usbands while we're still kids. Is it so much to want to just snog and date without having to plan out a whole future together two weeks after the first match of tonsil tennis? Not saying I'm on the pull or want to jump to a new bird each week - you end up getting hexed or gifted candies that lit'rally explode your teeth if you do that. I'm just saying that if having a regular girlfriend means picking out names for kiddies, you can count me out."[break][break]
Going back a bit, it sounds like you had a bit of a hard time when your grandmother died.[break][break]
"Wouldn't you? I was close with her. Tough old lady, tough as nails. And the mouth on her - you think I'm bad, you should have heard the gob on Nan. But she didn't take guff from anyone. I've still got spots behind my ears that ache from where she cuffed me when I'd swear. Dad took it hardest when she went, but then she was his mum and he was her only child. Shouldn't have surprised him none though; honestly I was shocked she held out as long as she did smokin' packs a day. 'Course she was also pushing eighty, since it's more acceptable among Muggles to wait till you're in your thirties or later to have kids, and Nan was nearly thirty-six when she had Dad. So yeah, there's a part of me that feels like I don't have that old gal waitin' around to discipline me if she founds out I've been messin' around. I just miss her is all."[break][break]
Have you given any thought to what you'll do after graduation? You are in your sixth year after all.[break][break]
"Have you seen my OWL marks? At this point it's professional Quidditch or bust. But then, look at who my parents are, I'd probably be disowned from the family if I didn't do some kind of sport for a living. I haven't got an great aspirations like some to go work for the Min'stry or be a healer or nothin'. Quidditch will do for me. Mum's been beating the drum and lendin' her spare time to the Free Alliance, wantin' to allow the lot of Muggle society to know 'bout wizarding kind. No doubt, she's got some selfish reasons for it, but she's got the noble 'uns as well. Who knows? Maybe if she gets her way, once I finish my professional career, my old man and I can open up a pub for wizards and Muggles alike?"
Name in full, please? And you're going to have to help me out with the pronunciation on the middle name.[break][break]
"Jack Emyr Ramsey. And it's Eh-meer; it's Welsh, like me dad. Well... he's half-Welsh. Half-English. Wenglish, really."[break][break]
Your file reads 'Jonathan,' though.[break][break]
"Yeah, but no'one other than me mother calls me 'at. 'N even then, she only does it when she's fixin' to hex me out of punishment. Ya've really never heard of Jack as a shortened nickname for John?"[break][break]
I'm just going by what I've got in front of me.[break][break]
"An' I'm just takin' the piss out of you. No sense'n being so uptight. Unbutton your collar, stay a little."[break][break]
That's one heck of an accent you've got there. I'll be honest, I can't quite place it.[break][break]
"I'd hope not. None but me 'n mine have the like. Mum's Australian, by that I mean she was born 'n raised there, but her family's twice-removed from Cornwall. I already brought up Dad, 'cept I left out that the English part is Northern - Manchester. So really, it's no wonder I sound like someone just took a whole lot o' accents, threw 'em in a mixer, and hit frappe."[break][break]
That's certainly one way of putting it. Strangely appropriate. So I can only imagine the family history is a tale all of its own?"[break][break]
"Huh? You mean how does an Australian witch end up married to a half-Welsh, half-Manc muggle? Why, only due to the greatest invention of the Muggle world!"[break][break]
Television?[break][break]
"Not on your Nelly! I'm talkin' about rugby. Mum was surrounded by it where she grew up, probably what led to her becomin' such a feared beater when she came to Hogwarts an' played quidditch. 'She'd blind you with a pretty smile an' cave your nose in with a well-placed bludger, that Jo Buckley,' they used to say about her. She stayed in England with cousins after she graduated, had a tryout with Barnton that didn't work out, and ended up moving back home after she earned a spot on Woollongong Warriors. E'en the witches and wizards in Australia still follow Muggle rugby though, so when the 15's World Cup came to Sydney in 2003 so did me dad who was playing reserve lock for the English National team. Dad ended up getting more playing time than expected when Ashley Lawes broke his leg against the Frogs, and had a highlight reel block to clear the way for Jason Robinson to score the only successful try of the championship match. England beat Australia in the final and me mum was smitten with the tall bloke on the English side who had put Stevie Larkham on his backside.[break][break]
Dad played professionally for Sale Sharks in Eccles, and had my widowed grandmum he was caring for, so once season ended, Mum put in for a transfer and was picked up by Appleby Arrows. Mum's always found it more'n a bit convenient that the British Quidditch clubs finally took notice of her only after she was called up to the Aussie national team, but then she always played better with a chip on 'er shoulder."[break][break]
So then you came first, followed by your sister...[break][break]
"You're gettin' ahead of me, mate. Mum and Dad struggled making their relationship work between their two separate worlds. It's a wonder whether they'd have actually gotten married if she hadn't have gotten knocked up with me. Happened mid-season too, there's still a bunch of Arrows supporters what blame me to this day for them sliding down the table that year and missing out on qualifying to play for Euro's. She probably could've picked a better way to tell him than holding up a sign at his match, though; poor Dad got distracted and turned boots over tits by this monstrous Samoan geezer on Saracens, Junior Fifita, and while she spent the next 9 months with me in her belly, he spent the time healing a cracked scapula. The three of us settled down in a manse in Manchester, after they got married... quick enough that me and the belly hadn't started to show. Grandmum Ramsey moved in with us, and not that I remember much outside of photos because I was a baby, but she was what really raised me those first couple years, once Mum went back to the game and Dad healed up. Hayley was the result of Mum and Dad's celebration of Appleby's first ever League Cup in 2010, more'n a bit unexpected... but then so was Arrows finishing top of the table that season."[break][break]
How has it been growing up in a mixed-blood family?[break][break]
"Mix blood? You one of those our blood's holier 'an thou's kinds? We've got best of both world's where i'm concerned. Sure, we don't live in some exclusive wizarding community, but Manchester's boomin' with wizards a' late. Bit of a hassle to not just be able to pick up a broom for a bit of practice when the want hits, but other'n that we're right in the thick'a things. Just how I like it. Blood business... I've got some Veela in me on my mum's side too, but I don't see you all morngy about that."[break][break]
Actually I was rounding up to that.[break][break]
"That's the bit what's actually more odd to me. S'pose I should be grateful it pushed my Mum's looks on me rather than comin' out looking like a regular ol' mug like my old man. Apparently I've got 'the eyes' that make it obvious. Bit of a bum wrap that the whole charmin' the opposite gender lot only goes with the girl side. But at least I haven't done that whole turnin' all harpy-like when I get narked."[break][break]
Tell me about your experience at Hogwarts thus far.[break][break]
"I can't tell you how relieved I was when that letter came. Weren't really much of a surprise to anyone when I started showing magical ability... not that I could control it much, early on. We just weren't sure if that was the Veela part or Mum's witch blood had took. If it'd been the first there was a chance the only way I'd get magical education was to get packed off to that Boa-battins in Frogland, 'n I'da hated that - they don't even have proper Quidditch there. First couple years were no picnic. I got sorted into 'ufflepuff, Mum's house, which yeah... you can hear yourself how much of a mouthful that is to say for me. The sorting suited me just fine, plenty of friendly kids, none of those materialistic, stuck-up prats to be found, close quarters to the kitchen is always good. But no spots on the house team opened up until I was in Third and I swear I'd never done so much reading in my life... and it still didn't make great marks. I'm not ninepence to the shilling or anything, but I just... do a lot better when you actually let me do things instead of have to just memorize words out of books and write them back on scrolls."[break][break]
So your marks were less-than-good.[break][break]
"I passed. I wasn't pulling bad marks, just not outstanding ones, at least not in all my classes... or many of them. Weren't for lack of trying either; if it's one thing my parents and Grandmum, before she died, put in me it was a crackin' good work ethic and no-quit attitude. It for sure got easier to stay focused on getting the marks I needed to get once I won my chaser spot on the 'puff House team. Little bit of extra motivation. Mum was a bit disappointed I didn't go out for beater, but I told her, I spent all those year growing up with her batting bludgers at me that chasing just felt natural. Hasn't been a bludger yet at Hogwarts what could knock me off my broom. 'Sides, Dad always reckoned I'd make a fit winger and chaser isn't much more than that on a broom. Quaffle... rugger ball, pretty much same same."[break][break]
And when you're not in classes...?[break][break]
"I'm not much different from any other bloke, I guess. After Grandmum passed last year, I took a bit more to do's and boozin', but really that was more when home on holiday and the one time my lot of friends managed to successfully brew up a Polyjuice potion so that we could buy bottles of fire whiskey from the Hog's Head... ev'n though we only drunk two of the four before we were found out and had to pour the remaining lot down the drain. I like girls, but I don't like girls if that makes any sense."[break][break]
Not the slightest bit.[break][break]
"It's hard to be a teenage bloke and not like girls. But... most of these birds are completely batty. It's like they're screening for future 'usbands while we're still kids. Is it so much to want to just snog and date without having to plan out a whole future together two weeks after the first match of tonsil tennis? Not saying I'm on the pull or want to jump to a new bird each week - you end up getting hexed or gifted candies that lit'rally explode your teeth if you do that. I'm just saying that if having a regular girlfriend means picking out names for kiddies, you can count me out."[break][break]
Going back a bit, it sounds like you had a bit of a hard time when your grandmother died.[break][break]
"Wouldn't you? I was close with her. Tough old lady, tough as nails. And the mouth on her - you think I'm bad, you should have heard the gob on Nan. But she didn't take guff from anyone. I've still got spots behind my ears that ache from where she cuffed me when I'd swear. Dad took it hardest when she went, but then she was his mum and he was her only child. Shouldn't have surprised him none though; honestly I was shocked she held out as long as she did smokin' packs a day. 'Course she was also pushing eighty, since it's more acceptable among Muggles to wait till you're in your thirties or later to have kids, and Nan was nearly thirty-six when she had Dad. So yeah, there's a part of me that feels like I don't have that old gal waitin' around to discipline me if she founds out I've been messin' around. I just miss her is all."[break][break]
Have you given any thought to what you'll do after graduation? You are in your sixth year after all.[break][break]
"Have you seen my OWL marks? At this point it's professional Quidditch or bust. But then, look at who my parents are, I'd probably be disowned from the family if I didn't do some kind of sport for a living. I haven't got an great aspirations like some to go work for the Min'stry or be a healer or nothin'. Quidditch will do for me. Mum's been beating the drum and lendin' her spare time to the Free Alliance, wantin' to allow the lot of Muggle society to know 'bout wizarding kind. No doubt, she's got some selfish reasons for it, but she's got the noble 'uns as well. Who knows? Maybe if she gets her way, once I finish my professional career, my old man and I can open up a pub for wizards and Muggles alike?"
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