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Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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Gentleman of Leisure

30 year old Pureblooded
5 ft. 6 in.   ❤   Married
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Gregory Yaxley
Maps were so much easier than words. Words had a way of getting muddled, or meaning two things at once.

Full Name: Gregory Ives Yaxley

Nickname(s): In school, some people tried to call him Greg. It didn't really catch on.

Birthdate: May 1, 1858

Age: 30

Occupation: Gentleman of Leisure

Blood Status: Pure

Residence: Wellingtonshire, Hogsmeade

Hogwarts House: Former Hufflepuff.

Wand: Elm, 9 1/2", swishy, unicorn hair

Family: Currently in play: Livia Crabbe, nee Yaxley (sister); Phoebe Yaxley, nee Greengrass (wife); Kenton Yaxley (brother).
Standing at a decent 5"6' and a completely passable masculine build (although as a child he was worryingly long-limbed), if Gregory did not possess his last name--and the money to spend on grooming that came with it--he would very much blend into the crowd with his mid-brown hair and eyes. His clothes, while obviously fine, are just understated enough in cut and color to render him respectably invisible when among his betters. He was born left-handed, but was trained out of it from an early age.
Laconic. Reserved. Listener. Unfeigned commonality; feigned stupidity. Polite. Passionate (over cartography and related subjects, and to a lesser extent adventure novels). Uninterested (in most everything else).
Pets/Familiars: Has never cared much for animals. The closest he has to one is his personal post owl, a common barn owl named Robinson.

Boggart: When it was a child it was his parents being disappointed and threatening him (the usual, in other words); now? Probably Phoebe trying to actively come on him.

Animagus/Patronus: He can't do the former, though I'd like to think it's the same as his patronus (which, yes, he can cast, though he hasn't really needed to in a long time): a wandering albatross.

Amortentia: old parchment, new ink, petrichor.

Transportation: Floo network or his personal carriage (enchanted, of course, and pulled by horses with--apparently--thestral descent). He has never particularly enjoyed broomsticks, but does know how to ride one; he is considering getting a broom and shaking off the ring rust--all to get an aerial view of the locations he maps, of course. Portkeys strike him as clunky. Splinching is something he'd rather not risk.

Skills & Misc.: Can speak fluent English and basic French and Italian (though his lack of mastery over the latter two means his cluttering becomes even worse). His reading and writing skills in these same languages (along with cartography-related Latin), however, are quite good compared to his verbals.

His best subject at Hogwarts was Charms; it was the only subject he really enjoyed, and the only subject he got a grade above 'A' in during his entire stay ('O' until his O.W.L.s; a high 'EE' in his N.E.W.T.s). Now, as a gentleman of leisure, his skills have deteriorated a little; still, he can do moderately-difficult charms with little exertion, and advanced ones with some effort.

He is decently skilled at nonverbal spells; though he can say the incantations correctly after a few tries if he's concentrating really hard (which is what he did in his first years at school), learning nonverbal spellcasting was a blessing. It was still difficult, yes, but at least he didn't have to make an outright fool of himself in front of his classmates.

Really loves adventure novels/account stories (like Robinson Crusoe, but ~magical~). He gets real pedantic about travel logistics and scale, though.

1858: born with some difficulty (and slightly early) on May Day Eve; his mother, in a post-birth haze, gives him the second name Ives in honor of this.

1864: his first sign of magic (which was levitating his spoon for about two seconds).

1869: sent away to Hogwarts for the first time. Like his sister, he is sorted into Hufflepuff after the hat deliberates on choosing between that and Ravenclaw. Other than that, he has, by all accounts, an uneventful stay, showing no signs of above average ability in anything but Charms.

1871: begins to show an interest in cartography after coming across an atlas in the school library.

Summer, 1872: meets his betrothed; though as polite as he can be and sound with his speech impediment, he considers her particularly spoiled even for a five-year-old. Luckily she seems to feel the same way; unluckily, to show her displeasure she sets his pants on fire at the end of the evening.

1876: Graduates with a solid line of As (as well as a near O in Charms) and meets Phoebe again for lunch. He still doesn't like her--all the really changed, he thinks, is that she can better articulate what type of person she is.

1885: He gets married to the charming Ms. Greengrass, much to his displeasure. Although he tries his best not to trip over his vows and enjoy the kiss (his first, though of course he would never mention that), the act is as equally exciting and arousing as their marriage bed...which is to say that he found it simply, like everything in his life, okay at best.

1886: after a first year of marriage and several romps in the sheets, Gregory comes to the conclusion that the act, while reasonably pleasurable, was in the end time he could spend doing something that actually mattered to him. As such, he doesn't particularly notice nor care that his wife only bothers to come to bed once a month or so.

1887: Continues to make maps as his pastime, and continues to prefer it (and the accompanying solitude) to spending time with most. It is in around early fall of this year that he gets the idea to enchant his work with Homonculous charms; it takes him several long nights before he manages to be successful, and several more before he decides he needed to take a break from watching the dots on his maps go about their rounds.

1888: is finallybeginning to be suspicious of Phoebe's behavior. What will happen next will be determined soon...

He's pretty much your average UCPB married male, if a bit quiet at times. With communication skills as poor as his, though, who would want him to speak up?
Likes cartography, visiting libraries, and writing letters.
He really dislikes his wife, and is intellectually (at the very least) cheating on her with someone else. No consummation, though; he is, unbeknownst even to himself, an aromantic asexual.
Played By: Pass

Contact: PM/Discord

Plot Preferences: IMs are a good start--PM/ask in cbox for my Discord or Skype!


Registration Date: May 15, 2018

Date of Birth: January 1, 1997 (21 years old)

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(RP sample) Cartography, like any profession, was work, and Gregory wasn't so imperceptive to not remember that such a thing was below his status. At least it was for leisure and not livelihood; there was something relaxing about almost watching himself lead the quill to glide across the parchment, raising buildings with one stroke and giving them names with another. Today, however, he set his sights on something smaller: his own estate. The last map he had drawn of the place was almost a year ago, and even remembering how shoddy it looked compared to more recent drafts made him nearly wince with embarrassment.

Fifteen more minutes passed this way before, with a grunt of satisfaction, he laid down his instrument to pick up his other. With an amount of anticipation that, if one saw him anywhere else doing anything else, would seem impossible for him to muster, he put the tip of his wand on a ink-free part of the map and muttered clearly (another apparent impossibility) the word [i]Homonculous[/i].

As the dots and names began to appear one by one, moving and twirling on the parchment with what he could only describe as [i]life[/i], he did not realize that, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the name [i]Phoebe Yaxley[/i] was nowhere to be found.