WEASLEY, frederick ignatius

[FREDERICK IGNATIUS WEASLEY]

TIME TO LAY CLAIM TO THE EVIDENCE
FREDERICK IGNATIUS WEASLEY
FINGERPRINTS SELL ME OUT BUT OUR FOOTPRINTS' WASHED AWAY



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FROM THE DOCKS DOWNTOWN
THE BASICS
ITS BEEN GETTING LATE FOR DAYS

NAME • “Frederick Ignatius Weasley, or Fred Weasley the Second, at your service. My name’s way too damn long. Fred’s after my dad’s twin brother, Fred, who died fighting the Death Eaters in the Battle of Hogwarts. Dad wanted it to sound a bit more posh, though Uncle Fred would’ve found it funny and Mum was just kind of glad to be naming me after him, I think. I heard that she dated him before she ever went near Dad romantically. Never been sure if that was weird or not. Anyway... My middle name’s Ignatius because that’s Uncle Percy’s middle name; Dad had a lot of respect for him after that night, and this was kind of his way of making up for years of teasing him without making it too obvious. Not that he ever told Uncle Percy that, which makes it kind of redundant. Everyone reckons it’s because Grandma wanted to keep some traditional names going. Maybe we’ll tell Uncle Percy someday. Nice birthday present, maybe? Weasley is, well, Weasley. Family name, just like all my other names. Kind of stuck with it.”
NICKNAMES • “Generally speaking, Fred’s the most common nickname for me. I mean, Frederick’s a bit of a mouthful, right? Mum calls me Freddie, and my bloody annoying cousins sometimes call me Freddie-kins. Only if they want to be hurt, though. Dad sometimes calls me Mini-Me, which doesn’t really work because I look nothing like him, but it’s nice, all the same. The usual Weasel applies, because everyone is oh so original with that one, ain’t they? Er, there’s probably more, but none I can remember off the top of my head. Except an ex calling me Dumpling. Yeah. What the hell?”
GENDER • “I’m a bloke. I’ve got the balls to prove it. You can see if you’d really like to.”
AGE • “Seventeen, lovely.”
YEAR • “Seventh and final one, which is more than Dad can claim to have done.”
HOUSE • “So I’m a Gryffindor. Some say I’m just a big pussy, but I’m a lion, brave and proud, and with an awesome head of hair. Come on, you know you wanna run your hands through it.”
BLOOD • “Halfblood. Not that it really matters anymore, does it? You’re not one of those snobs, are you?”
SEXUALITY • “Bisexual, I guess. I kind of just respond to anything that seems vaguely interested. Why do you wanna know? Scoping me out?”
WAND • “Doxy wing and willow, twelve inches. Mischievous and good with Charms; any attempt at defensive spells and I’ll blow myself up. I don’t know if that’s the wand’s dislike of Defence Against The Dark Arts or my own inability with the subject, though.”
CANON OR ORIGINAL? • Canon.

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AND I FEEL MYSELF DESERVING OF A LITTLE TIME OFF
APPEARANCE
WE CAN KICK IT, HANG FOR HOURS

PLAY-BY • “Apparently I look like some Muggle called Luke Pasqualino, but I reckon he looks like me.”
APPEARANCE •

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AND JUST MOUTH OFF ABOUT THE WORLD
PERSONALITY
AND HOW WE KNOW IT'S GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL

LIKES •
* Hogwarts.
* His family, including his cousins.
* Gryffindor. They rock.
* Comedies.
* Surprises (the good kind only).
* Birthdays (anyone's).
* Christmas, even if he isn't particularly religious.
* Anything new.
* Change (again, the good kind).
* The countryside.
* Solving problems, even if it takes him a while.
* Coffee. He loves coffee.
* Winding up Albie, sometimes.
* Lasagne.
* Holidays.
* Cold days.
* Caramel ice cream.
* Lychees.
* Muggle soap operas, but don’t tell anyone else.
* Trips to the pub.
* Quidditch.
* Football.
* Chocolate.
* The colours red and yellow.
* Pepsi.
DISLIKES •
* Being wrong.
* Asking for help.
* Ordering people about.
* Being ordered to do something without an explanation.
* Being called a coward.
* His plans being ruined.
* Peas.
* Couscous.
* Caffeine withdrawals.
* Science fiction films.
* Hangovers.
* Feeling lost.
* Goats.
* His grandmas, sometimes. They can both be pretty scary when they’re mad.
* Vampires. They’re freaky.
* Rejection.
* Crime novels.
* Small children. He doesn’t know how to deal with them.
* Going into churches. They creep him out a little.
* The idea of being old.
* Defence Against The Dark Arts.
* Transfiguration.
* Cornwall. That holiday sucked.
* Losing bets.
* Upsetting his family or friends, although it happens frequently.
* Strawberries.
STRENGTHS •
* Caring.
* Daring.
* Willing.
* Fun-loving.
* Confident.
* Determined.
* Tries to be friendly.
* Loyal.
* Almost Always tells the truth.
WEAKNESSES •
* Bad with expressing his emotions.
* Short temper.
* Easily gets into fights.
* Comes across as arrogant.
* Impulsive.
* Inappropriate.
* Isn’t ashamed to use underhanded tactics.
* Vicious.
* Not the best student in the history of Hogwarts...
* Easily irritated.
* Stubborn.
* Takes slights to his pride too easily.
FEARS •
* GOATS.
* Rejection.
* Growing old.
* Not being in control of his own actions.
* Failing his family.
* Vampires.
* Nails.
* Strawberries. He’s badly allergic [anaphylactic shock bad].
GOALS •
* Become an Obliviator.
* Successfully pull a fast one on his dad.
* Find a nice girl and settle down. One day.
* Leave school with a bang.
* Distance himself from his namesake.
* Win a game of chess against Uncle Ron.
* Earn the pocket watch his father keeps taunting him with.
PATRONUS •
”Right, so... This is going to sound kind of ridiculously sappy, okay? And no one else gets to hear about it. I’d never live it down. But basically it’s just... Christmas when I was six. Everything was still magical and mysterious, and my whole family was there. It was just cosy and nice, you know? It’s not even like it’s the memory of getting a broom or something. I just enjoyed sitting there with my family and that’s apparently enough to make a silvery little meerkat jump out the end of my wand and run around, trying in vain to knock people over. So yeah, don’t go telling anyone that, right? I’ll be ruined if you do.”
BOGGART •
”My biggest fear is goats. No, really, don’t laugh. The little bastards are demons! DEMONS. I was five and we were on this holiday in Cornwall, and we stopped off on this farm. So Dad thought it would be cool to take us round and see all the animals. So it was all going really well, and then all of a sudden this demon came up to me and started eating my jacket while I was still wearing it. Dad tried to pull me away, but all that happened was the goat bit me instead of my coat a few times and I started crying. So yeah, I don’t like goats. They’re all out to eat me now they’ve had a taste of Fred Weasley. I can see it in their beady little eyes whenever I see one. They’re watching, just waiting to pounce...
I really don’t like goats.”
AMORTENTIA •
* Gunpowder.
* Liquorice.
* Cheap soap.
* Caramel.
PERSONALITY •

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PASS ME ANOTHER BOTTLE, HONEY
FAMILY
THE JAGER'S SO SWEET BUT IF IT KEEPS YOU AROUND, THEN I'M DOWN

HOMETOWN • Ottery St. Catchpole.
CURRENT RESIDENCE • The flat above Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, Diagon Alley branch.
FATHER • George Weasley, 45, pureblood & owner of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.
MOTHER • Angelina Weasley, nee Johnson, 45, Muggleborn & chaser for the Falmouth Falcons.
SIBLINGS • Roxanne Weasley, sixteen, halfblood & Gryffindor.
PETS • N/A. No one trusts Fred with a pet, not after the incident with the family cat [Herbert, still alive]...
FAMILY HISTORY •

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MEET ME ON THAMES STREET, I'LL TAKE YOU OUT
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
THOUGHT I'M HARDLY WORTH YOUR TIME

NAME/ALIAS • Kathy.
AGE • Nineteen.
GENDER • Female.
EXPERIENCE • Five or so years. I lost track.
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE •

It was all well and good having a day off, Gwen mused, provided you had someone to spend your day off with. She'd had to practically beg for the time to spend with her husband, Rhys, but upon finally getting these precious hours to spend with her beloved, he'd had to pack up and bugger off over to Swansea to deal with an emergency. Talk about bad luck for her. As it was, she now had twenty four hours to kill and she'd be damned if she crawled back to the Hub, asking for something to do with her time. She'd earned these hours and she was going to enjoy them, with Rhys or without him.

She'd rather enjoy them with him, though.

She sighed a little, pulling her jacket around her body a bit more in an attempt to keep out the cold weather and folded her arms over her chest. Dark clouds loomed overhead, threatening the people below with torrents of rain, and a chill wind was rife in the streets, piercing even the thickest woollen fleece without mercy. She wouldn't change it for the world, of course, as Cardiff was her home town, but she'd much rather have a bit of sunshine than this dull grey weather she was faced with. Then again, it was winter, so she couldn't really complain too much – at least she'd gotten a fair bit of use out of the scarf her mother had sent her for Christmas just gone. She scanned the streets with her eyes quickly, not really paying much attention to the few other people around but more just finding something else to focus on instead of thinking about how much she could do with a nice warm coffee right now. She should have had a lay in, she hadn't slept in for ages.

”Right,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her arms slightly in an attempt to warm up. She was speaking quietly enough that no one would hear her and think she was insane, but she needed some kind of company. She focused her gaze on the shopping centre that was so close, just a few more minutes walking. ”I need some bubble bath, some chocolate and some coffee. And maybe a nice bottle of wine in case Rhys decides to come home tonight. Bloody arse,” she continued muttering to herself, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly. She was so proud of him, manager of transport at Harwood, doing so well at his job. It was fantastic to see him succeed and be happy, she couldn't wish for anything better. Thinking about her husband distracted her from the cold as her mind wandered, thinking of how she could cook him some dinner instead of him doing so for her, of how maybe she could plan something fun for the evening when he got in...

Giggling a little bit too much like a school girl, Gwen reached the shopping centre and groaned in pleasure as the heaters blew hot air into her face upon entry. God, that was nice. She walked in and as far away from the automated doors as possible, removing the woollen hat she'd shoved on in a moment of madness and loosening her scarf a little bit to enable her to breath. She hated wrapping up like this, but it was a necessary evil. She stopped by a bench, just in front of a small group of plants that were failing to thrive in the interior of the building, and just stood there for a minute. She was starting to feel a little guilty, wandering off today when she should be back at the Hub, helping out. They were still dealing with the fallout from the Dalek invasion, from the deaths of Tosh and Owen, and while it did hurt a bit less to think of them these days, it wasn't at all better. She didn't even want to think about the piles of paperwork she had to do, the numerous unidentified objects they'd collected that had appeared while they'd been busy saving Cardiff and then, later, when herself and Ianto had been trapped in the Hub, unable to do anything but pray that everyone would be alright. Yes, they had two new members to the team, but... She shook her head. No, she shouldn't feel guilty, everyone needed a bit of time off. She should enjoy it and worry about everything else later on.

She looked around the area, smiling a little as she saw a small family walking past, the little girl tugging on her dad's hand and pointing at a teddy in a window. Wasn't she just the sweetest little thing ever? Ripping her gaze away from the antics of the child (who was now throwing a tantrum as she'd been told she couldn't have the teddy), her eyes fell upon a giant red poster with the word “Sale” emblazoned across it in white writing. Right in the window of one of her favourite stores.

”Bingo,” she muttered, smile lighting up her face as she practically ran inside. Maybe that skirt had finally been knocked down in price? She'd been dying to get it for ages!

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IN THE COLD YOU LOOK SO FIERCE
CREDIT
BUT I'M WARMING UP BECAUSE THE TENSION'S LIKE A FIRE

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