↟↟↟↟PAUL WHITMAN MYERS↟↟↟↟
HERBOLOGY

Full Name: Paul Whitman Myers
Birthday: May 1, 2032
House: Ravenclaw
Age: 57
Hometown: Lancing, West Sussex, England
Blood Status: Pureblood
Best Subjects: Herbology, CoMC, Potions
Worst Subjects: Astronomy, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes

Wand: Reedwood, Amethyst powder core, 14 inches, very yielding
Boggart: Milton's parents
Amortentia: Fresh soil, Milton's cologne, rubber, and roses
Patronus: Binnturong

Mother: Sonya Myers (nee Holt)
Father: James Myers
Siblings: Sister, Taylor (50)
Partner: Milton Willingston (54)

Height: 5'9"
Eyes: Greyish-Blue
Hair: White

Paul is mellow, chill, and relaxed almost all the time. He is easy-going and laidback about mostly everything, even caring for his plants is done in a relaxed way. He is all about connecting with nature and spiritually connected with all people; he is kind and cares for others greatly. He can handle extreme amounts of alone time and be fine, but he can also socialize just as well. He goes with the flow. An unkind word almost never comes from Paul’s mouth...unless you’ve /really/ made him mad...and you’ll know if he’s mad. He cares for those around him immensely, and family means a lot to Paul. He cherishes friendships and will always be the one his friends have gone to when they need someone to listen to them. While he is nurturing, he is so focused on his career and his passions that children have never been in the stars for him or Milton.

SPOILER!!: history

Raised in a lazy, small town, Paul has always been mellow. Things came easily for him from the beginning; his signs of magic were early, and even once he went to muggle school, he excelled in his classes just fine. He acclimated with muggles well, too. Once he started at Hogwarts, he found it difficult at first to make friends. His father was a farmer, and his mother, too. Connecting with other kids his age was difficult due to his lack of common grounds with them; many of them struggled with the magic, and Paul either picked up on the type of magic he was learning right away or….neglected the ones he wasn’t good at.

If Paul has a flaw, it’s the apathy towards things he does not care about/not good at, which has fostered since he was a child. He was attracted the quiet of the greenhouses early on, and he found that his green thumb was probably good due to his parents’ skillset at home. He was always good at caring for animals, too, but plants...that was always Paul’s passion.

In sixth year, Paul got his first boyfriend. Things didn’t last because the boy graduated at the end of that term, and Paul, being a heartbroken little softy, was very sad about this. It took a toll on him that summer, and he spent most of it locked in his room, cross breeding plants and perfecting his banjo playing. Paul had started playing the instrument very young, before he was Hogwarts age, and he began a band. He didn’t realize how little use Wrock bands have for a banjo player, but alas, eventually the band he started gave him the boot. His seventh year was long, and he was the saddest he’d ever been….

Until he decided he’d go to school to be a herbologist.

He graduated from Hogwarts, leaving behind his sister, who was a second year Hufflepuff at the time, and right before starting at University, he changed gears. He decided to take a year or two to travel. His parents were not very wealthy, but his paternal grandparents had invested well and had loads of gold to lend their very brilliant and smart grandson, who took the money without apologies to pursue his dream of exploration. Paul went all over; China, Japan, Russia, South America, Africa, the US, Spain, Norway, and more.

Paul was ready to go home, buckle down, and get back to school when he met Milton Willingston, a very forthcoming business student from New York whose dream it was to own a vineyard in the hills of Italy. They met in Venice, and the rest of their love story is, as the title of this section would suggest, history.

The young passionate banjo-playing herbologist went to school for Herbology and kept in touch with his boyfriend, Milton. They lived far apart from each other, since Paul went to University in Dublin and Milton went to school in Italy, but they were able to see each other often enough. He finished school with the degree he set out for, and immediately moved in with Milton, who was due to graduate his own business programs in due time.

Their story was a happy one until Milton’s very uppidity parents found out about the young couple living together….they were twenty-two. They threatened to take away the inheritance from Milton, which he was decidedly depending on to start his vineyard, and so….he broke Paul’s heart. Paul was told to leave his home, bags packed, and find somewhere else to live. Paul was devastated and moved in with his sister, Taylor. Milton did not contact Paul for a few months….and Paul tried his best to move on.

A very dramatic reunion between the two settled their differences for good. Milton and his parents and Paul all sat down and discussed things….Paul and Milton decided to never join in an official marriage because Milton’s parents refused to let him have any inheritance money unless they stayed…...not married. Paul and Milton were happy to oblige, since neither were interested in marriage before, and they just wanted to be together and be happy.

Many years later, Milton got his vineyard. Tuscany, Italy, is where they now reside after many years of building up their little home. Their estate is huge and vast, and contains not only Milton’s vineyard but also Paul’s three greenhouses, an enormous garden, and they both have their own horses. They do not want children, but they do enjoy when Taylor brings her kids over to spend weekends and vacations at the estate.

Early in 2078, Paul’s banjo playing was finally appreciated. After playing for pleasure at solo venues for years, a band finally began and asked Paul to join. They called themselves “Bleugrasse,” and, haha, so funny, they are a bluegrass band. Paul does not sing, he merely plays the banjo for the group. The lead singer is Clifford “Calamity” Tammany, and Mark Sparks is the washboard player, but he also plays the jugs. Pearl Sparks, Mark’s mother, is the wildest eighty-year-old to ever grace the stage. She plays keyboard, and sometimes harmonizes quite well with Mr. Calamity. Paul greatly enjoys being in this band to this day, and still performs in venues around the world...wherever bluegrass music is wanted and appreciated.

Prior to being hired as a professor at Hogwarts’ School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Paul simply enjoyed the quiet, peaceful life of taking care of his greenhouses and gardens. Occasionally, he will help Milton with the vineyard business, but nothing major. Paul enjoys relaxation. He looks forward to his first year of teaching at Hogwarts. He is a well known botanist and enjoys a relationship and connection with many of the top botanists in the UK.

❝ ALTHEA KENNING ❞
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❝ GOVERNMENT INFO ❞
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FULL NAME: Althea Io Kenning
NICKNAME(S): Her family & close friends call her Thea; her dorm mates call her Althy.
PRONOUNS: she/her
DATE OF BIRTH: 15 May 2077
BLOOD STATUS: Mixed??? Half??? Really.
AGE: Fifteen
HEIGHT: 175.5 cm (5 ft. 9 in.)
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff
HOGWARTS YEAR: Fifth
WAND: Ebony, red coral, 11", hard
HOMETOWN: London
PLAY BY: Danielle Ellsworth

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Parents: Dairine Harcourt & Etienne Kenning
Siblings: Declan Kenning (17),
Levi Kenning (16), & Takeru Asakura-Kenning (15)

OTHER RELATIVE(S): Various cousins & other extended family members.
PET(S): Technically, Fat Char (tarantula) is Declan's pet, so she supposes that Amias (scarab beetle) is her pet of sorts (he's not.)
FRIENDS: Declan Kenning, Levi Kenning, Takeru Asakura-Kenning, Daisy Carden, Olivia Phillips, Katherine Moss, James Severin, Bentley Moore, Lucy Potts, Mel Sorin-Ward...[updating]
ORIENTATION: ?????™

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POSITIVE TRAITS:
✘ confident
✘ honest (mostly)
✘ protective
✘ tenacious
✘ curious
✘ spontaneous

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NEGATIVE TRAITS:
✘ frank (to the point of rudeness, at times.)
✘ spoiled (acts bratty with her brothers.)
✘ does not understand the concept of saving money.
✘ her way or the highway™
✘ intentionally vague
✘ impulsive

FAVORITE PASTIME/HOBBIES: Running, yoga, reading muggle romance novels, dancing, spending Declan & Levi's money, eating, writing prose poetry, cooking, going on mysterious adventures with the rest of the Kenning Crew™, roaming the city, hanging out with interesting™ people, kissing interesting™ people, & getting answers out of Amias.
AMORTENTIA: Sea salt, honey, blood orange, cinnamon
BOGGART: Inescapable, absolute darkness with unintelligible, malignant spirits whispering all around her.
BEST SUBJECT(S): Charms & Astronomy.
WORST SUBJECT(S): Potions & Herbology.

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LIKES:
✘ interesting™ people
✘ yoga
✘ beauty/hair magazines
✘ when people compliment her
✘ being looked at
✘ muggle novels
✘ shopping/spending money
✘ food (well seasoned, thank you.)
✘ having her way
✘ her family
✘ amias
✘ her friends
✘ astronomy & outer space™

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DISLIKES:
✘ amias
✘ not getting answers
✘ being told no
✘ having a curfew
✘ lectures
✘ having her feelings™ exposed
✘ when her brothers are mad at her
✘ people judging her
✘ bland/unseasoned food
✘ people who think they can insert themselves in her brothers' lives without her permission

[history stuff & things] ..... [updating]

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(title: you start and end in darkness.)

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sure-footed and free, you conquer every obstacle.
arrogance becomes your achilles heel;
and when you fall—

no one is there to catch you.

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SPOILER!!: parte uno.

unrelenting in your curiosity, you mark your entire home as yours. walls, corridors, doors, chairs—nothing is out of your reach. at two years old, you understand the difference between yes and no and stop doing that, thea. you spend mornings chasing after your brothers—chubby-legged but determined. they seem too eager to leave you behind, so you run and run and run. they elude you, leave you alone on the opposite end of your home. through your frustration you discover that if you cry hard enough you can get just about anything you want.

you don't remember when, but you develop an absurd curiosity and (ir)rational fear of the dark. as soon as your mother finishes the last plait in your hair, she kisses the top of your forehead - a little magic to keep you safe, she says - and the door closes. the dark begins its carefully crafted descent. it suffocates you. you begin to choke, and you try your best to ignore the deafening silence. the nothingness is eerie, and you can't stand it. rolled tightly into a small ball, you chant to yourself in soft whispers. in order to compete with you, the night whispers back. loudly. you don't know what to make of it - is this all a terrible, unshakable nightmare? - so you attempt to ignore them. you fail. over and over and over and over. fatigue overwhelms you, and it only feels like you've slept for a few moments before being awoken by your father.

(this is how your slow descent into madness begins.)

if the dark circles under your eyes weren't an indicator of the night you had, your inability to walk straight was. not quite sprinting, your father carries you out of your room and straight to your mother.

they speak in hushed tones that soon elevate. light footsteps remind your parents to lower their voices, however a yawning declan comes into view holding a disgruntled levi's hand. they take in the scene, and it's declan who says don't worry, thea. you have us. you nod - big, dramatic motions - and you feel an instant sense of relief.

(this, unfortunately, does not last.)

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you learn to carve candles for protection and take to praying to deities that you don't think can hear you.

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(some nights, you awake and find yourself at the foot of the stairs.)

(unnerving. you never figure out how or why.)

(title: you drift on an endless sea of hopelessness.)

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wild-eyed and inquisitive,
you live your life in extremes.
nothing is out of your reach—

and like the sea, you are daunting.

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SPOILER!!: parte dos.

summer slaps you in the face - hot, sticky, and invigorating. you embrace the change in temperature with a grin, ready to challenge any and every thing that comes your way. as per your parents' request, you do not venture into the city. when you ask why, they give you looks - ones that put a chill in you, something you can't shake no matter how many hot baths you take.

eager to relive her glory days, your mother takes to grooming you and your brothers to be fit and health-conscious. the hope that her children will someday come to appreciate and play quidditch is evident all around her eyes, in the way she carefully constructs their work out routines, and in how she emphasizes the importance of her legacy carrying on.

(it doesn't work. you - and your brothers as well - fight back hard.)

(later, when you would reflect, you would regret being so obstinate on the matter.)

time blurs, but you cling to the important moments of your childhood. you simultaneously become an unwilling partner in your brothers' schemes while also finding ways to expose their misdeeds to your parents.

this, says a vexed levi, is so typical of you.

you don't care - you want to shout it at him, but the words lodge themselves deep in your throat, unable to come out. instead, you begin a mutually acknowledged war of wits with him. this goes on and on and on. every day, every night.

at some point, you forget why you fuss at each other in the first place, and it becomes your version of normalcy.

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(you learn quickly not to test declan's patience.)

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broken bones, scraped knees. muddy, clumsy hands - copper-colored eyes burn through your skin.

this, you think, this is what death must feel like.

(again you would reflect - you would understand the significance of this moment and vow never to let it happen again.)

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you don't own my heart, you say dramatically one breezy afternoon. i have things to do, i don't have time for nonsense.

(what she says will stay with you for much longer than you'd care to admit:

go - when summer ends, i'll forget all about you.)

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do your hands still shake when the sun goes down? do you still - even after being reassured by declan, even after having levi point out the improbabilities of the darkness coming to life, even after your parents tuck you into bed three times - chant meaningless prayers, voice barely above a whisper, as you carve into another candle?

what will become of you - the one who lives in fear of the unknown, who sleep eludes night after night after night - and who will you become?

(title: growth is continuous, but your roots are slowly rotting.)

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with false bravado, you are an enigma;
steadfast in your convictions, you
push and push until you can't push anymore.

as fate would have it, your mask slowly slips.

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SPOILER!!: parte tres.

a void slowly creeps through you. being the youngest, you find it difficult to simply wait your turn. hogwarts, it seems, is a vibrant place of wonders. your brothers send letters with brief updates on their academic lives - they promise you that you will fit in right away.

(you want to believe them, but doubt settles and you choose to wait and see for yourself.)

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before you realize, you have immersed yourself in language learning. it becomes an obsessive religious experience. you don't know how far you'll get, but you know that if you stop now you'll feel incomplete.

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(school, it seems, is too big, too loud, too crowded - the uniforms continue to be an offense that you have yet to recover from.)

it all boils down to how you choose to survive the term.

your brothers are liars.

(you begin to add their transgressions to a tightly bound, leather journal that you carry with you everywhere. it becomes a running joke, but you are entirely serious in your mission. observe, react, report. repeat as many times as it takes. this becomes your mantra when dealing with them.)

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you remind yourself that your dorm mates do not know the first thing about personal space. as a means of protection, you stay away and keep to yourself.

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bonus section:

answer the following questions to the best of your knowledge:

1. describe the various magical creatures that fall under the spirits classification (3 pts.)
2. which ingredients are required in a potion to induce insomnia (5 pts.)
3. what are viable methods of protection against malignant spirits (8 pts.)
4. record the frequency of night-related accidents you face at home (12 pts.)
5. using the data from the previous question, discuss the probability of your parents believing you (15 pts.)
6. rate your level of paranoia: non-existent - moderate - severe - mind-numbing, blinding, debilitating (18 pts.)
7. analyze the following: your decision to downplay the severity of the matter to your brothers, your willingness to conquer your inner demons, the thick mask of confidence that is slowly cracking with each passing day (25 pts.)
8. do you intentionally sabotage relationships out of selfishness, self-preservation, or because you prefer drift alone (30 pts.)
9. evaluate the time you've spent awake and compare it to the time you've spent drowning in sleep (36 pts.)
10. based on your previous answers, predict whether or not you will survive this (50 pts.)