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Full Name: Tybalt James Kirke
Nickname(s): Tyb
Birthdate: September 9th, 1865
Age: 23
Occupation: First String Beater for the Hogsmeade Howlers
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Residence: South Bartonburg, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Wand:
Spruce, 10 3/4”, phoenix feather, bendy
Family:
John Kirke | Father | 1831 | Muggle
Helena Kirke née Godwin | Mother | 1836-1879 | Muggle
Atticus Kirke | Brother | 1856 | Wizard
Bianca Kirke | Sister | 1860 | Witch
Eliza Kirke née Carter | Step-mother | 1850 | Muggle
Diana Kirke | Half-sister | 1880 | Muggle
William Kirke | Half-brother | 1882 | Muggle

— His patronus is a Portuguese water dog.
1867 | And yet, Tybalt has known about magic for as long as he can remember, since it is this summer that sees a representative of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry show up at the house to talk to their parents about Atticus. And then, all of a sudden, his brother Atticus is off to boarding school. Magical boarding school. (They don’t tell the neighbours that, of course.)
1871 | And now Bianca follows in his footsteps: no one had been sure whether she would show a sign of being different or continue to be - well, normal. And that leaves Tybalt alone in the house - though all his boredom there is offset by his days at school. Ordinary school, that is, with friends to entertain and lessons to learn, and no magic to speak of.
1876 | At last Tybalt shows his first sign of magic, which means he’s a wizard too! (By now his parents are at least not surprised, if not wildly enthused.) Unfortunately, because his birthday falls after September, he has to wait another long year to attend Hogwarts.
1877 | Even more unfortunately, this year sees tensions escalate between the muggle world and wizardkind - there is outrage around London, and the Kirkes are only spared from being caught up in it because they have kept their children’s abilities quiet. It is at about this time, however, that Helena falls ill. Tybalt, only eleven and too excited about school, doesn’t pay much attention. When he arrives at Hogwarts, he is sorted into Gryffindor like his brother (and unlike his sister, who is in Slytherin).
1878 | Despite John’s good reputation in his profession, Helena has spent most of the past year bedridden, and she dies soon after the children return for the summer. It is a relief to get back to the castle, where Tybalt is far from a solemn child; his reputation as a class clown flourishes.
1879 | As much as he hates classes, Hogwarts continues to prove an escape. In third year he adds Care of Magical Creatures and Earth Magic. Back at home, his father has now remarried, to one Eliza Carter - their engagement came so quickly the year before that the suspicion lingers in the family that John and Eliza were probably already well-acquainted before their mother’s health began deteriorating.
1880 | Eliza gives birth to a girl, Diana. It is as clear to Atticus and Bianca as it is to Tyb that John is more devoted a father to this child than he ever was to them. He gives his elder children generous enough allowances and most of what they might ask him for, but he hardly goes out of his way to keep in touch with them, and for the most part they keep out of London. Bianca is incredibly career-focused. Atticus is... more wild.
1881 | In fifth year, Tybalt finally makes the Gryffindor quidditch team as beater! He has been a keen flyer since first year and an enthusiastic participant in many school clubs, but it is on the quidditch field that he thinks that, maybe for the first time, he’s found something he really is good at. It also sees a nice boost to his popularity, but more unexpectedly, he falls into friendship with Elsie Beauregard, a housemate he has previously overlooked because she is so shy and bookish. It turns out she makes a pretty great friend. His study habits, however, don’t benefit too much from that good influence:
ASTRONOMY — P
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES — E
CHARMS — A
DADA — E
EARTH MAGIC — D
HERBOLOGY — A
HISTORY OF MAGIC — T
POTIONS — O
TRANSFIGURATION — E
1882 | Eliza gives birth again, to a boy, William.
1883 - 1884 | Seventh year sees Tybalt Gryffindor Captain, which he takes more seriously than he ever takes anything (...which does not sound terribly impressive, in itself). Also more serious than previously recognised is the Elsie situation, because the closer they become, the clearer it is that he has a huge crush. It takes him until graduation to muster the courage to come clean, of course. His NEWTs are... well, he’s passed, that’s all that matters.
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES — E
DADA — A
POTIONS — E
TRANSFIGURATION — A
It’s not as though he has career plans, anyway, so he decides to put good sense beyond him and cling to the one thing he has some talent at - quidditch. He has already had an eventful first taste of professional experience, having been selected second-string for the national team during 1883’s whirlwind of a World Cup, but now he gains a regular second-string position on the Chudley Cannons. His father, though the man takes little responsibility for their lives otherwise, supplements his crummy pay with an allowance.
1885 | A misunderstanding (and a fair amount of jealousy on Tyb’s part) sees he and Elsie stop speaking for a while, which is pretty miserable. Luckily, she forgives him and the rest of the year looks up considerably. This summer, dabbling in theatre sees Tybalt (and his brother) playing lead roles in a (spectacularly terrible) production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Hogsmeade.
1886 | He’s been happy on the Cannons, but when a first-string opportunity opens up on the Hogsmeade Howlers, he takes it.
1888 | Atticus is getting hella old, and Tybalt has promised to stop mooching off his brother, so he makes plans to move out into a Hogsmeade boarding house. His pay’s gone up a little, but his father’s financial support is getting less and less with every year, and it is becoming increasingly evident that he’d probably have better prospects if he had a real job... But who needs prospects anyway?
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Date of Birth: September 9
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Tybalt grinned. “We should probably -” be less predictable, he had begun to murmur in jest, once she’d pulled back. His other hand had come to rest on her hip, and he hadn’t had any intention of removing it, not until - His head snapped around to the doorway at the shrieked sound of Elsie’s name (her full name) courtesy of the blonde woman standing there who could only be Elsie’s cousin. Oh, shiiiit. Eyes wide, Tyb sprang back in haste, disentangling himself from her as fast as he possibly could and then freezing a few feet away, even the respectable amount of distance not lending any less an air of guilt. How long had Elsie’s cousin been standing there??? So he really ought to have been better at keeping quiet. Though he was doing his best not to glance sidelong at Elsie in panic, Tybalt swiftly came to the conclusion that if he was feeling like it would be preferable to fade into invisibility or to quietly sink into the floor right about now, Elsie would likely be hurtling towards having a stroke. So he cleared his throat with the vague intent to deflect some of the impending wrath his way (had Elsie ever been screeched at before in her life?), even if his brain was ticking much, much slower than his body had been. As such, he hadn’t the foggiest idea what he was going to say to explain this, even as he opened his mouth. “Elsie was just, er, showing me... the library,” he tried, in what was - well, not his finest moment of improvisation. Calling her Elsie instead of Miss Beauregard had been yet another mistake, Tyb realised a fraction of a second later; though he supposed that was not the most glaring issue here. “...It’s a great library?” (On the bright side, at least Mrs. Cavanaugh probably didn’t know his full name to yell it at him like that.) |
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Tybalt grinned. “We should probably -” be less predictable, he had begun to murmur in jest, once she’d pulled back. His other hand had come to rest on her hip, and he hadn’t had any intention of removing it, not until - His head snapped around to the doorway at the shrieked sound of Elsie’s name (her full name) courtesy of the blonde woman standing there who could only be Elsie’s cousin. Oh, shiiiit. Eyes wide, Tyb sprang back in haste, disentangling himself from her as fast as he possibly could and then freezing a few feet away, even the respectable amount of distance not lending any less an air of guilt. How long had Elsie’s cousin been standing there??? So he really ought to have been better at keeping quiet. Though he was doing his best not to glance sidelong at Elsie in panic, Tybalt swiftly came to the conclusion that if he was feeling like it would be preferable to fade into invisibility or to quietly sink into the floor right about now, Elsie would likely be hurtling towards having a stroke. So he cleared his throat with the vague intent to deflect some of the impending wrath his way (had Elsie ever been screeched at before in her life?), even if his brain was ticking much, much slower than his body had been. As such, he hadn’t the foggiest idea what he was going to say to explain this, even as he opened his mouth. “Elsie was just, er, showing me... the library,” he tried, in what was - well, not his finest moment of improvisation. Calling her Elsie instead of Miss Beauregard had been yet another mistake, Tyb realised a fraction of a second later; though he supposed that was not the most glaring issue here. “...It’s a great library?” (On the bright side, at least Mrs. Cavanaugh probably didn’t know his full name to yell it at him like that.) |