WOOD, adam noah [wip]

name: adam noah wood.
age/year: nineteen.
date of birth: july 3rd.
house/occupation: former gryffindor. unspeakable.
blood status: pureblood.
wands: 12' holly, dragon heartstring.
broom: firebolt.

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height: 5'11"
weight: 156lbs.
general description:
Having inherited his good looks from both of his parents, he appears to look quite like his father. At times, his brown hair will either be long and messy or short like his father's hair had been when he was Adam's age. Unlike some of the people that he knows to have stunning blue eyes, he has stunning brown eyes according to numerous amounts of girls. They are perhaps the one thing that he always gets a compliment on from the first time meeting a girl. Unlike some people his age, he does not have any tattoos or piercings, believing them to be a waste of money. As far as his style of clothing goes, he usually dresses casual unless going out for the night.
face claim: Dylan O'Brien.

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likes:
+ quidditch
+ women
+ dueling
+ animals
+ butterbeer
+ summer
+ night sky
+ weasleys' shop
+ collecting chocolate frogs
dislikes:
- potions
- wizard chess
- cruelty to animals or magical creatures
- losing
- being reminded of voldemort
- winter
- strict people
- liars
- strawberries
- reading about deaths
strengths:
+ flying ability
+ honest
+ very loyal
weaknesses:
- not a good liar.
- very protective of his sister.
- hates losing and will complain about it quite a bit.
dementor:
eating a strawberry at a young age and remembering the feeling of not being able to breathe properly. this was due to the fact that he is allergic to strawberries.
boggart:
losing his family much as the weasleys lost ron.
mirror of erised: to attend quidditch matches in other countries, have a family of his own someday, become the top unspeakable eventually.
amortentia:
+ cinnamon
+ mint
+ ocean breeze
+ chocolate
veritaserum
- was secretly engaged at the age of seventeen with the girl that he had been dating since their fourth year...that was until she cheated on him.
- turned down a chance to play on a quidditch team to be an unspeakable.

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mother: katie elizabeth wood (nee bell), forty five, holyhead harpies chaser.
father: oliver james wood, forty eight, puddlemere united keeper.
siblings: ---- ---- wood, seventh year, sister.
pets: black owl named baelfire.
history:
Twenty three years ago in July, there was a heat wave going on during the first week of the seventh month. It was on the third day when it was bloody hell hot (in the words of Ron Weasley) that Adam Noah Wood was born to Oliver and Katie Wood. It was during the night that he had been born thus enabling plenty of visitors from his parents' friends due to work not being an issue. Over the years that had passed since they had been in Hogwarts, both of his parents had ended up being quidditch players on professional teams. They actually hadn't planned to end up being parents until later in life due to their careers. However, fate would have it that the two ended up being parents in their late twenties. That day had certainly changed their lives forever when they had their son. It even led to the decision of them trying for one more child two years later which resulted in a daughter for the small family.

Growing up, Adam was a bit selfish as a child meaning that he didn't like sharing his toys with anyone else. Even his sister for that matter. He took after his father in the fact that he hated losing at anything, even hide and seek. As a toddler, he certainly kept his parents more on their feet than his younger sister.

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alias: Shelby.
age: twenty one.
experience: twelve years.
sample:
Growing up in the Potter house, it was a welcoming household. The family all got along very well, they had a bunch of other relatives as well. Relatives that easily got along with them and were always over at the house. Even Teddy Lupin would visit the home multiple times a week to join the family for dinner. Everyone was real close to each other, everyone having their own best friend. Unlike most of his family members that had a cousin or sibling that they could talk to, Albus had his father. The two had always been close since he was a young boy. Growing up, James would pick on him constantly just as any older brother would. As for Lily, the two were close though Albus didn't go to her a lot for talks considering their age difference. Plus, the fact that boys always preferred having their father or older brother to talk to. If anyone had seen the three Potter children, they would have known that Albus was the quieter of the three. He made the family think of Harry when he was smaller, considering their identical looks. Plus, the identical personality it would appear that they shared. It would have been considered strange to some kids for him to consider his best friend to be his father, but he was someone that would always have Albus' back in anything. The one moment that had confirmed that was when Harry had told him about the sorting hat considering him to go into slytherin. Neither of his siblings had heard about that and Albus had kept it as a secret between the two. His words about being sorted into slytherin were what helped Albus come to terms with being placed in slytherin.

Not only did he get along with his father, he also got along with his mother. She was there for him just as Harry, both of them together. However, that would soon change. Harry had been killed, while out on a job for the aurors. Being the head auror, he had gone out by himself to investigate something and never returned. It wasn't until a day later that the news had spread across the nation. Boy who lived had been killed, who did it? When Albus had been told the news, Hogwarts was just starting to get into full swing. A month had passed since he had seen his father when he had boarded the train on platform 9 3/4, unknowingly, it being the last time that father and son were to see each other. As soon as he was told the news, the Potter children had left the castle to be with their mother. Normally boys crying was not an acceptable sight to see because they had to be considered the strong ones out of everyone around them. He didn't care much for those stereotypes. When Albus had gotten home that night, he had laid on his bed and cried quite a bit. Not only had he lost a best friend, but his own father. As he had laid on his bed, there was certainly some anger which had caused him to even kick the nightstand next to his bed when he had finally sat up. While he appeared to be a Harry clone to some, he had in fact gotten his mother's temper. It was nowhere near as bad as Ginny's, but it was still noticeable at times. His frustrations were over the fact that no one had gone with his father to investigate anything considering his father was always a sought after target. Even with the death of Voldemort, people were always looking to avenge the dark lord. The funeral was quite large, considering the size of the Weasley family. The guests were mostly family members, loved ones that weren't family members, and some friends of the children. Despite all the amounts of loved ones and friends, Albus was sat with his family as expected. He had on a black suit with a black tie, on his feet were black sneakers considering he was never one to like the dress shoes. The funeral was slow in the beginning though had sped up as people started saying words about Harry.

Had he not been afraid of talking in front of crowds, he would have gone up to speak about his father. However, he did not go up to speak about him. When the funeral had come close to a close, people were told that they could come up to see the body one last time and mourn. The guests and friends had gone up one by one or in groups, depending who they were with. His eyes were on everyone as they went up, their reactions to saying goodbye to a fallen hero. Albus' hands were in his pockets, sweating as the line began to get smaller meaning that he would have to go up soon with his family. His own face was tear stained even though he hadn't been crying recently, but rather before they had arrived at the building. It was a little embarrassing for him considering he didn't want everyone to put their attention on him due to how his face looked. Next to him, sat his mother, who was already putting a tissue to her eye, stopping yet another tear. Unlike him, she had spent pretty much every waking moment trying to avoid any mention of her deceased husband. It was quite hard on her more so than him since for the present time, he had managed to stop crying. When the line ended and the Weasley family going up in pairs, had ended, it was their turn. The family of four had gone up to say goodbye to their father and husband. It took quite a while for the family to leave his side though they eventually managed to. With his mother, sister, and brother being comforted by the Weasley family, he had walked back over to the coffin. In his pocket, he had the snitch which his father had caught in his first quidditch game. Albus had managed to find it in his father's desk, something that had played a key role in the horcrux hunt according to his father. Laying it inside next to his father's hand which he had used to catch the snitch, he took one last look at his father before turning around. He began to walk out of the building, already feeling his eyes water up though he just blinked back the tears for now.

Reaching the door of the building, a man opened the door for him. Walking down the set of stairs that led up to the building, his eyes caught a hold of Cassie Lestrange. Despite the fact of who her father was, he didn't hold anything against her. The two had become close friends when he had invited her into his compartment on the train during their first year. Reaching the bottom step, he walked over to her. She had been the only friend of his to have shown up considering she was the only one that he had asked to come. During the course of six years, he had tried to help her with the grief of losing her mother. If anyone would understand what he was going through, it would have been her. While, he was never the one to admit anything to a girl, he had to admit to himself that he felt feelings towards her. Those feelings, he wasn't entirely sure of considering he had never had any game with girls. She stood up, offering a small smile to him. He took his hands out of his pockets which were no longer sweating considering he had managed to go up in front of the crowd. The crowd that was surely memorizing every moment to tell the daily prophet, if they were offered the correct sum. Yes, some people had managed to sneak into the funeral, no doubt. If Albus remembered correctly, he had seen a bee flying about the building. She hugged him for a rather long time, it felt like. When she had hugged him, he didn't put either of his arms around her. He appreciative of the hug, yes, but he just felt quite miserable. As if a hug would not bring anyone back nor any happiness at the present time. Cassie brought up talking about something else in a soft voice. He said in a broken voice, "We can go for a walk, if you want." His voice was a broken mess, meaning his words weren't not together as they normally would have been. She had reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. While he did not respond to the hug at all, he simply squeezed her hand to let her know that he appreciated her coming. Cassie may not have read it that way, but it was something that he meant. His blue eyes weren't on her, but rather out on the street where some people had started walking down towards the cemetery. If one thing was for certain, it was that Albus did not want to go to that part at all. If he did go, that would have been when he would really be broken down.