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General Information
Character Name:
Frederick Richter
Age:
12
Date of Birth:
25.08.1908
Blood Status:
Halfblood
Residence:
Richter’s Hill Farm, Lynton Countryside, North Devon, England
Family:
Father - Friedrich Emil Richter
Mother - Lillian Rose Richter (formerly surnamed Turner)
Grandfather (father's side) - Johann Gregor Richter
Grandmother (father's side) - (deceased)
Mother's side of the family - (ostracized them)
Personality & House Preference
Personality:
Most people would consider Fred to be a lively country lad with too much energy for one body- and perhaps a tad bit too lax about following the rules. Because of his upbringing, he isn’t used to rules or sitting inside for long periods. He also usually feels more comfortable outside in nature rather than surrounded by lots of people. However, he is still very eager to meet new people. Curious to a fault, he’s full of ideas that don’t always stay within the lines, but his impulsive nature keeps him from paying much mind to future consequences.
Never dare him to do anything you wouldn’t actually want him to do or challenge him and expect him to just let it go. With Fred, an adventure is always around the corner, even if that means he ends up in detention. Because of his curious nature, he does well learning magic, but at the same time he definitely avoids reading as much as possible. While he has a good heart, he often gets carried away by thrill-seeking mischief. After all, who would want to waste time staring at a bland page of words when you could be high-tailing it through the castle and pulling off a prank?
History:
Even though he was technically a Halfblood, Fred grew up in the Muggle world. He lived his childhood running wild through the countryside of North Devon, England. Because his mother’s family ostracized them for her marriage to the son of a German (afraid of the rumoured “german spies”), Fred didn’t know many of his relatives. However, he always heard stories of his “weird grandfather.” While he didn’t find out about the man’s magic until after he received his Hogwarts letter, he did know that his grandfather was a strange bad man. His grandfather, a wizard curse-breaker named Gregor Richter, immigrated to London from Germany in 1886 to pursue a job in a new expansion of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Because of his skill, he was easily accepted into a position there. Interestingly, on one of his investigations of a cursed object he made an acquaintance with a muggle woman that he later married. He kept his magical life from his wife, telling her he just worked at a bank in the investigations department. His son, Emil Richter, was born a squib, so there was never a reason to reveal anything about the wizarding world to his family. Until the accident.
Emil had just married a lovely British woman named Lillian Rose Turner, now Lillian Rose Richter. He had a job at a bank in London, but he had always longed to escape the city and pursue a country lifestyle. Coming home from work one day, he found his wife holding a letter for him. It was from his father. It said to meet him immediately. When he got to his home, his father sat him aside and told him his secret along with a description of the accident. A curse-breaker, whatever that was. Dangerous objects. Curses. Magic. An accident. But what settled in his mind was that he was a wizard. And because he was a wizard, his mother had just died. So Emil left.
The family of two packed their bags and found a farm in the countryside of England. Richter’s Hill Farm in the Lynton countryside of North Dalton was formed. They settled easily into the simpler life of the country, appreciating the hard but fruitful work of crops and sheep farming. Soon, their one and only child Frederick Richter was born.
From the time Fred was five years old, he attended the village school in Lynton that was about 1.9 miles away. Leaving early in the morning, the trek was a rather long one. He would often arrive at school covered in mud and rarely on time. Though, this was likely also due to his escapades along the way. Catching frogs and bugs, chasing sheep, climbing trees. All the freedom a young boy could desire. Every brook and hill he knew. And, of course, the happy little accidents happened around that time as well. His mother tried giving him baths, but the mud always seemed to reappear. And when he played tag with the other children, he was always just out of reach. Perhaps he was just fast? But when his father made him take his favourite sheep to town to sell it and it reappeared back at the farm, he knew it was something else. Luck, maybe?
The war started when he was six. He didn’t notice at first; his parents kept it from him. His family farm was removed enough that his life wasn’t affected as much as others. Then the rationing started. Some people were suspicious of the family with the German surname and the German father, but when his father was conscripted too, most of the friends the family had developed friendships with realized they were all in the same boat. And suddenly, he was the only man in the household. He still went to school as usual, but he had more chores to do. Chores that made him more antsy with energy.
When his father returned in 1918, he was ten years old. He went back to his gallivanting through life with renewed vigor, relishing the freedom to explore again, to not have so much of that stifling thing called responsibility again. Then the letter came, and what a surprise that was! His father was entirely against him going, but was afraid if he was never trained in the ways of this “magie" then something like the accident could happen again. So Fred was off to a whole new world called Hogwarts.
Hogwarts was a big change for him, but it was mostly a welcome one. He had thought that it would be a smaller school with actual hogs since the name indicated that, but was surprised to find that it was actually an extremely civilized place. How extraordinary. He was certainly homesick throughout the first year for the countryside, but Hogwarts had enough new things of interest and the surrounding countryside that kept him content. It was sometimes overwhelming for him, especially in his first year. After all, he had never seen so many people in one place day after day. The most people he had seen were those that had crowded around the auctions in the small village of Lynton where his family sold their sheep. His second year was overtaken with energy, homesickness squashed by a familiar environment. And the third? Well, it would soon begin and Fred was more than ready for it.
House Preference:
Gryffindor seems to be the most appropriate because of his mischievous, adventurous, and energetic personality. If Slytherin is the answer, I would probably change him to be a bit more calculating in his mischief and less energetic. And Ravenclaw would probably mean he would invent more things. It would fit his curious side though. Hufflepuff could work, but doesn't usually house impatient pranksters like him.
Year Preference:
Going into 3. year
Prompt Response:
Prompt 3: Your character is approached by a friend, asking them to cover for them because they’re about to receive their 10th detention.
“C’mon, Fred, you’ll help me, right?” Colton, one of Fred’s closest friends, asked him earnestly. He had already been rejected by one of their other friends who thought he very much deserved what was coming to him, but he knew Fred was never one to back down from a challenge.
“Of course, Colton!” Fred replied without hesitation. No one ever had to ask him twice for a crack at trouble. “What should we do this time? You were called over by one of the other professors? You ate too many sweets and puked all day? Or got chased by Peeves in the night? Fell out of a window in the castle and had to go to the hospital wing?”
“Well,” Colton began slowly, trying to wade through the amount of questions his friend had just thrown at him, “I don’t think-”
“Oh, I know!” Fred exclaimed suddenly, green eyes sparkling with excitement. With his light brown hair slightly mussed from sleep, he definitely looked like a sight to see. He took a deep break and began his idea. “We say we were minding our own businesses when suddenly, BAM! A ghost flies through the wall in front of us and I fall into you and you drop your books and I fall on top of you but this was in the middle of class change so there were lots of people there and someone else fell too and then there was a domino effect with things falling everywhere and of course you had your homework in your hand to turn in when you got to class but an ink bottle flew through the air and poured all over it then more people fell and in the scuffle it tore!” The boy triumphantly finished his rambling, out of breath and mind still racing with adrenaline from the ideas pouring through his mind.
“Well, that’s certainly someth-” Colton tried again, only to be interrupted yet again by his oblivious friend.
“Come on, lets go find your professor, which one was it again?” Fred was off through the hallways already, dragging Colton behind him by the arm. After all, when an idea took him, it took him completely!
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