Secluded into a corner by the entrance, and the archives room, is a not so shiny filing cabinet. Inside the filing cabinet are the current employee profiles. Old profiles are kept under lock and key in the Editor in Chief's office and cannot be accessed without express permission and a valid reason.

• Hey! My name is Olliver Felix Golden Stratton.
  You can call me Ollie. That’s about it, too.
  I am twenty-one years old.
  I was born on December 31.
  I was born unto a wizard and a witch. “Pureblood”
  In Hogwarts, I was in the Hufflepuff House
  You can see that I am a male.
  My DP staff position is up Lifestyle Writer.
  
  APPEARANCE
  That guy over there, the one who looks like he might be a clean-cut hobo? Yeah, that’s the one. Meet Olliver Stratton. It’s not that he’s unhygienic – don’t get us wrong. By nature, Ollie is an artist, and silly things like well kept hair and tidy clothing is rather trivial in his eyes, often. Long and moppy, Ollie’s sandy brown hair reaches his shoulders at its longest. His fringe falls into his eyes, often tangled into his lashes and obscuring his vision. At the longest, it curls round his face to his chin. From there, the hair tapers over his ears and down passed the nape of his neck. Often, his hair is smooshed on one end, stands up or sticks out – he has the tendency to roll out of bed and just go. Besides that, he has a habit of running his fingers through his hair or tugging at locks when he is frustrated/angsting/anxiety-ridden/excited/scared/guilt-tripped/lost in thought. The hair itself is rather light and fluffy. His chocolate-brown eyes are often rimmed in dark rings, because he doesn’t often sleep a lot, or rather, he sleeps very little.
  
  His body could be viewed as frail by some. Tall and lanky, he stands at 6’3” inches. Because of that, his slender frame seems exaggerated, and the baggy clothing he wears does not help to deter from his “skeletal” appearance. The clothes he wears, while often loose on him, tend to be splattered with pain or clay – usually both. His fingers seem perpetually stained with colors and rarely will you find them purely cleaned. Laces tend not to be tied on his shoes and he will wear anything threadbare until it falls apart, despite coming from a family of wealth. But, despite looking haggard and somewhat hobo-like, he tends to wear a rather dreamy look on his face at nearly all times.

• ABOUT ME
  Olliver is an idealist. During his days in Hogwarts, he was well-known for his dreamer life-style. Ollie has a manner of living in his own world – reality clashes harshly with the fantasy of his mind, and he very easily finds himself caught up in his realm of fiction. More of a thinker than a speaker, this makes sense. He presents himself through art – be it painted, sculpted, molded, or written – and he may be floral of the tongue and come off as pretentious or overly-elaborate. Colors and scents are incredibly impressionable upon him. Nothing is strictly blue or orange – it is painted of robin’s egg and speckled with cobalt, flaked with the ocean and smeared into wild tangerine with a swirl of cheddar yellow. For Olliver, everything is far more elaborate than it really is
  
  As stated, he is a hopeless romantic. Olliver is quite possibly more in love with the idea of love than he is whoever he thinks he loves. Though he’s had many girlfriends, many have also broke his heart, because he comes off as too sappy, too simple, too Prince Charming. When he is in love, or even when he thinks he is, everything is wonderful. Butterflies dance in the sky, clouds are fluffy, the sun is charming, birds are singing. When he’s down, though, he is DOWN and morose and nothing is fine. Blue skies are grey and fluffy clouds bear rain. He is melodramatic, over the top, and quite simply, silly. Though he knows it, he’s not always AWARE of it.
  
  He’s a fun guy, though, even if he’s quiet and has a habit of sulking and pouting. His charming nature is full of flattery and sweet nothings, and he certainly knows how to get along with people. As a non-confrontational guy, he’s more likely to be passive-aggressive, let people plow over him, and go with the flow. Ollie would much rather do something he doesn’t much care for than to confront someone about an issue. But he’s not really easily angered, so this is all usually for good. Agreeable, gullible and silly, all in all, Olliver Stratton is loyal and dedicated and he’s pretty happy with who he is.
  I'm super fond of books, poetry, paint, canvas, painting, clay, sculpting, pottery, charcoal, sketching, colors, scents, vibrancy, clouds, the outside, sunsets, beauty, dogs, writing, pretty girls, gentle music, the ocean, travel, people.
  
  But I do not care for aggression, antagonism, beets, cucumbers, melons, ice, reptiles, moss, spider webs, failure, being a pushover, peanuts (but he likes peanut butter), vampires, trashy novels, lack o f integrity, washing dishes.
  
  Some of my aspirations include
  + Own his own place/home.
  + Complete and publish a novel.
  + Finally get married, or at least have a relationship longer than two months.
  
  A few fears sometimes get in the way
  + Being alone for the rest of his life.
  + Going blind and never being able to work on his art again.
  + Snakes. They scare the bejeezus out of him.

• History
  In Hogwarts, Ollie was a solitary little Hufflepuff. During his first year, Mozzie and her infamous crew of hoodlums took him in, against his will. The young boy was quite content to spend his time on his own but she refused to let it be. Thus, he began his friendship with her and her friends. While at Hogwarts, he dated a total of thirteen girls, all who broke his heart after no more than two months. His mother and father went through a few bouts of hard times while he was at Hogwarts, but to his immense relief, all has worked out.
  
  He is the second youngest child in a family of four, and the only male. His older sisters were the ones who taught him to treat women with utmost care and he passed on his art to his younger sister. Aslain and he get along well, probably because the age gap between them is only a year, where Vivian is three years older than him and Cadencia is older than him by five years.
  
  My family is close-knit.
  + Felix Golden Stratton, father, 48
  + Bernadette Haynes-Stratton,mother, 46
  + Cadencia Stratton-Logan, 26
  + Vivian Stratton, 24
  + Aslain Stratton, 20
  + his pet owl Cecily

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Full Name: Marshall James Howe
Aliases/Nicknames: Marshall or Howe will do
Age: Almost twenty-eight
Date of Birth: May 7, 2046
Place of Birth: Armagh, Northern Ireland
Gender: Male
Heritage: Muggleborn
Wand: Go ask the guy who sold it to me WHY IS THIS RELEVANT?
Former house: Gryffindor
Position in the Daily Prophet: Layout Editor

After nearly a decade of having reached six feet, four inches tall, and being just way too gangly for anyone's good, Marshall Howe has grown far too used to his long limbs to actually give two sickles about it anymore. Yeah, he has to bend down a lot, in order to talk to people, and sure he's almost always slouching and is bound to suffer from back problems early on in his life, but really who cares? Not him, certainly, not anymore.

During the summer his hair ranges between light brown and dirty blond, though it is normally brown and untamed and curly and is very close to resembling a bird's nest. His eyes, a pale and dull shade of green, are constantly hidden behind his messy fringe, for his hair falls on his eyes a lot, successfully blocking his already poor eyesight. Thanks to this, and to the fact that he's never able to remember where he last put his black rimmed, rectangle-shaped glasses, Marshall has quite literally stumbled his way through life, and fallen down in public more times than he cares to remember. Oh, and you better believe than whenever he does, he's made sure to take not-at-all-pleased folk down with him, too.

Marshall's style is nonexistent because he simply just doesn't have one. His clothing is determined by his mood, or whether or not he's done any laundry - it all depends. However, if he really had to pick one style in particular, it'd be the love child of preppy boy and geek chic.

Personality: Marshall is a kind and light hearted young man, who happens to be everybody's friend once he comes out of his shell; he'd even talk your ear off, too, if allowed. But there's a problem: He rarely comes out of his shell. Though mostly unwillingly, Marshall Howe doesn't exactly make a secret of his severely awkward social ways. Being one to take mostly everything literally, Marshall's pale face is usually either covered by a fierce blush, or just drained from any color, and is always running short of witty responses. Not that he really needs those, for with a face as open as his, it's hard to hide his feelings (anger, mostly) when it comes to certain matters. This comes as a laughable matter sometimes, which only makes Marshall to lose his temper and forget that tact is something people should always have. Needless to say, he's always finding himself having eternal riffs with complete strangers, and sometimes an acquaintance or two.

Sense of humor eludes him for the most part, unless it comes in the form of someone's face meeting the concrete, which is really rich coming from someone as clumsy as him. But then, this is exactly why Marshall feels that he is perfectly allowed to laugh - after all, people don't think twice about doing it when it is his face meeting the ground. Marshall feels very little, if any empathy, towards weak and selfish individuals, which once again, is very rich -the weak part, at least- coming from someone who's middle name could only be STRONG if their life was a comedy from the muggle telly. Really, though, Marshall means well, and would never wish any kind of ill on anyone. But really, wouldn't YOU laugh if weak, selfish person falls on their backside in front of a crowd? At least him, as opposed to many people out there, helps the poor soul to get back on their feet after allowed himself five seconds of some food old laughing.

Dry around strangers, Marshall lacks the skill (one of the many skills he lacks, mind you) of expressing himself in socially acceptable ways. While not unintelligent, he doesn't know what to say half of the time, and when he actually does have a clue of what to say, he worries that it isn't the right to thing to say. And that's not even mentioning that after convincing himself that it is the right thing to point out, then comes the excruciatingly difficult task of figuring it out how to say it.

Likes: books, photography, bow-ties, food, sneakers, sleeping in, walking in the rain, pillows, hoodies, chocolate frogs, music, energy drinks, The Females, laughter, languages, travelling, old people, Quidditch, Astronomy, pencils, muggle gadgets, his friends, his family, old muggle movies, butterbeer, Broomsticks (as long as he isn't riding one) and his beat up yellow couch.
Dislikes: photography (yeah, love/hate relationship), bad lightening, smelly folk, annoying folk, muggle pens, money, his poor eyesight, his glasses because they are nowhere to be found, doctors, healers, lawyers, his family (yeah yeah), early spring, waking up early, not getting enough sleep, his hair, the mole on the crook of his neck, ink-stained hands, awkward situations (ha... HAH), heights, and sometimes himself.

Family - History: Regardless of how many Disney movies he watched that had magic on them, Marshall didn't really believed on it. If there was such a thing as magic, his mom wouldn't have died after having him, and his dad wouldn't spend so much time at work and not enough time with him, right? Right. Maybe Howe's social inadequacies stem from the fact that he never knew much of that thing they called parental love or whatever, but he truth is that he pretty only had himself while growing up.

His dad taught him how to talk, how to wash himself, how to dress himself, and when he realized that Marshall was old enough to take care of himself, Marshall Howe Senior became distant and threw himself into his work. Apparently his son was the spitting image of the woman he'd lost, or something. So Marshall, just a little kid, raised himself as best as he could. His nanny was the telly, and his books were his best friends. It didn't take long, however, for his father to receive letter from school saying that Marshall somehow always caused trouble, so Mr. Howe just decided to get him a tutor and have his son study at home. Marshall wasn't exactly fond of this idea, but he'd never been much of a complainer, and was in fact, rather accommodating so he merely accepted his faith. Things were alright for a couple of years, until someone showed saying that he was a wizard and therefore, had to attend to a special school.

Eleven year old Marshall both cried and laughed and for the first time in his live, threw a tantrum. Surprisingly, Marshall's father took it better than Marshall himself, for it turned out that his sister was a witch, too. And so it was then then that Marshall realized his life had changed quite a bit. Soon he was buying supplies, and then shuffling inside a train, saying good-bye to his father (who to Marshall's surprise looked even a little sad) and hello to his new life. At Hogwarts, Marshall wasn't exactly the best of his class, but he wasn't actually all that bad; he excelled in Charms, Herbology, Arithmancy and Astronomy, but made a mess of himself when it came to Potions, Transfiguration and Flying. Marshall made plenty of friends and lost more than half of them, but that was okay because some of them at least remained and put up with his awkward ways.

Graduation soon came, and Marshall, trying to follow his father's foot-steps, decided to go the muggle way and study Law. That, of course, didn't exactly go as planned and he ended up dropping out, and wound up working as a waiter in a muggle restaurant for a couple of months. Photography was something he'd always liked, however, so a few months later he signed up in University once again, and this time actually managed to finish the whole thing. He fell in love a few times, and got his heart-broken the exact amount of times, too. Marshall worked in a bunch of odd jobs in the Wizarding World (none of them worth mentioning) before finally landing one in the Daily Prophet. Marshall is actually quite excited, but isn't all that sure he'll last.

Extras: Marshall is allergic to a lot of things, which is why he's a vegetarian more out of need than choice. Sometimes he suspects to be allergic to himself and his own stupidity.

Full Name: Charles Edward Gaunt Hollingberry
Nicknames: Pegasus (band member name)
Age: 50
Height: 6’3”(190 cm)
Hair: dusty blonde
Eyes: green
Date of Birth: February 3, 2026
Place of Birth: Stratford upon Avan, England
Blood Status: Pureblood
Patronus: opossum
Relationship Status: HAPPILY married
Current Position: Daily Prophet News Reporter undercover agent from the Japanese Minsitry of Magic
Former Occupation(s):

• Lead singer for wizard rock band The Winged Horsemen
• Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation (Under the name Charles Gaunt)
• Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Japanese Ministry of Magic
• Translator and Interpreter for the Ministry

Pet: Shiba dog named Hikari

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
O.W.L’s
Oustanding in Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Arithmancy, Astronomy
Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures, Study of Ancient Runes, History of Magic,
Acceptable in Divination

N.E.W.T’s
Oustanding in Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Arithmancy, Astronomy
Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures,Potions
Acceptable in History of Magic

W.O.M.B.A.T grades 1, 2, & 3

Registered Metamorphagus

Father: Alred Deveroux Gaunt
Mother: Chloe Ashley Gaunt (nee Cavendish)
Wife: Yukie Hollingberry (nee Kurokawa)
Children:

• Ryunosuke (26)
• Takashi (24)
• Junichiro (22)
• Kurumi (13)

For the most part, Charles' personality is amicable and cheerful, even to the point of being considered annoying. He nearly always appears randomly, jovially butting in while something important is being discussed and is rather well-known for shirking his many duties just to have a chat with friends, even while griping gleefully about how much his paperwork is piling up or how behind schedule he is. Charles is also a rather forcefully hospitable person, never taking "no" for an answer and will even go so far as to physically drag people behind him without waiting for their consent. He is also has an idolatrous infatuation with his daughter, Kurumi, who has always and will forever be his little princess. He is never without a picture…or hundred…of her and always carries a wallet sized photo album in his coat pocket that has an Undetectable Extension Charm placed on it. Despite this rather flamboyant behavior, Charles is very trustworthy and intelligent who always goes the distance to look after the people close to him. He is a realist, decisive and shrewd, who is able to cut out what is unnecessary and focus on the most important aspects of a given situation and can plan accordingly

Charles was born into a pureblood family who placed all emphasis on wealth and purist thoughts. He grew up spoiled and was early renounced by his family when he was sorted into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. During his school years, he immediately took on the role as a mentor and provider for the other students, earning himself the title of Head Boy. While in school, he and his best mates created a band called The Winged Horsemen, in which he was the lead singer. Even after graduating from Hogwarts, he continued to play with the group until an unfortunate incident involving Obliviators that broke up the band and sent its drummer to St. Mungos.

After the band disbanded, Charles went to work for the Ministry of Magic where he rose up in the ranks. Upon his final promotion, he was sent to Japan as an ambassador to discuss matters involving both Ministries of Magic. It was on this trip that he met Yukie, a muggle woman, who stole his heart. The two were soon married, and his family retaliated. They tortured him and Yukie to the point where Charles knew had had to leave the name of Gaunt behind and take on an entirely new identity. After faking his death, he used his metamorphic abilities to forever alter his appearance and took on the name Hollingberry. He then went to work for the Japanese Ministry of Magic.

Now, he has come to Diagon Alley to work, undercover, at the Daily Prophet as a news reporter and journalist.