Sylvester Rook

Name `` Sylvester Rook
House `` Hufflepuff
Birthday `` 7th July [Age: 37 years]
Hometown `` Edinburgh, Scotland
Blood `` Pureblood
Job `` Health & Advice Columnist for The Daily Prophet

Sylvester, during his time at school, was one of those guys that got along with everyone and everyone got along with him (even the Slytherins). He made a point of speaking to everyone he could and befriending most. He was well liked and Sylvester tried to make everyone happy. Academically he wasn't greatest student, but he was far from being the worst. It was during his time at Hogwarts and his interactions there that helped him decide what it was he wanted to do when he graduated Hogwarts: become a Healer, or more specifically, a therapist.

After he left Hogwarts, he volunteered in a number of places including a charitable organisation supporting homeless witches and wizards, and also a care service offered to distressed muggle parents who had recently discovered their children had magical abilities. Three years passed of Sylvester gaining this kind of experience before he applied to St. Mungos for an internship to train as a qualified general healer, specialising in wizardy therapy later.

His training took him seven years in total to complete all elements of his Healer training and also his speciality education. He had made a great number of friends during this time and had even had a small thing with one of his colleagues, a Miss. Mackenzie Sparx. He and Mackenzie broke it off after their training officially concluded and agreed to go their separate ways.

Sylvester spent around a year working as a fully qualified Wizarding Therapist in St. Mungos before dedicating himself to a contract with Hepzibah's Clinic For the Magically Deranged. He dealt with the likes of muggles who had been exposed to magic and were suffering from the ordeal mentally or wizards whose spells may have messed with their mental well being, plus much more. The job brought something new to the table everyday and Sylvester LOVED it.

Everything was going smoothly in his life until two years later when he returned home to find that someone had broken into his apartment and abandoned a baby. His baby. The note that was left amongst the bundled child explained that Mackenzie had fallen pregnant during their time together. She kept Terri (that was his name) a secret considering how adamant Sylvester had been that they break it off. She further explained how difficult it was for her to find work as a single mother, no one wanting to take on a female Healer with such draining responsibilities. She claimed she could deal with it no longer and that she was now leaving Terri in his custody and his custody alone.

Sylvester tried to track down Mackenzie, but to no avail. He suspected she had moved country to make it difficult for him to find her. Despite being landed with a baby, he managed. It was rocky at first, but once he got his shifts slightly altered at the clinic and a loyal nanny in place, his life started to get back on track again and now he had a boy who he loved to pieces.

As the years went on, however, Sylvester found himself not being that interested in his work as he once was. He began resenting people coming and moaning to him about their problems as if they were the only important thing in the world. He slowly grew grumpy, and with Terri growing older and more demanding, stress and life was starting to get him down. Particularly since he felt lonely most of all, not having gone on a date with someone in a good few years.

He soon quit his job, refusing to be around people. He applied to the Daily Prophet for their vacancy regarding a Health and Advice Columnist. He figured that this way he didn't actually have to DEAL with the people face to face. However, the damage was done and he had just become a bitter soul, feeling as if the world was out to get him. The problems he was sometimes sent infuriated him even more than the ones he experienced in the clinic since they were usually even MORE ridiculous.

Sylvester has also recently found out that his son, now 11, is a squib, which he isn't taking too kindly to. He is trying to power through and act as if it doesn't matter, but deep down it DOES matter. He's been trying to use muggle devices as part of his day to day workings to see if he can UNDERSTAND the life his son will be living a little bit more, but it is proving fruitless...