Post by professor johnny trelawney on Apr 7, 2012 14:10:39 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]johnathan castiel trelawney
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history & personality;;
I really hate doing these interviews, so let's get this done and over with.
My name is Johnathan Castiel Trelawney. I was born on the twenty-fifth of November in 1941 in a Seers' colony in Northern Wales. My great-grandmother was the world-famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney, as you already know. My parents and younger sister and I lived with her for many years there. Her own children, my grandfather and his three sisters, were all specialists in the various fields of divination and had made lesser famous names for themselves. Only one of them possessed the true gift, as Cassandra called it.
My father, Maddox, had grown up in the colony and was obsessed with divination and how many people would come to visit Cassandra year after year, from all different parts of the world. He didn't inherit any abilities from her either. Still, Cassandra allowed him to live with her and become her assistant. That was how he met my mother, Delia. She was a young astrologer right out of Hogwarts who wanted to have her fortune read by the great Cassandra. The old Seer wound up predicting a marriage in her close future. My parents got married within a month of the prediction.
I was the first of Cassandra's great-grandchildren to be born in the colony. All of my extended family had moved away to get more business, mostly in London. I was treated somewhat like royalty there. Everyone loved Cassandra. And, in their eyes, she was the most talented. If anyone harmed me, they would be thrown out of the colony forever, no second chances. The same protection was offered to my sister, Wisteria, when she was born five years after me.
There were lots of other kids in the colony to play with, but I was always the more serious one. I like to run around and have fun, but I didn't mind sitting by the fire at night and reading either. The downside to the colony was that divination was constantly shoved down your throat. Every afternoon, Wisteria and I met with Cassandra and she would teach us things about her work. All the families there taught their young the craft. We all had a chance of inheriting the power, after all. But even then I didn't believe in it.
When I turned eleven, I was sent off to Hogwarts with some other kids from the colony. I ended up in Ravenclaw and was pretty happy about it. House didn't really matter to my family. Mum was a Gryffindor, Dad was a Hufflepuff, and we had plenty of family in all houses. There's not much else to tell you about my Hogwarts experience. In third year I took Arithmancy and Muggle Studies instead of Divination, which I could have easily passed. I tried out for the Quidditch team in fourth year, but I'm a horrible flyer. I was made Prefect in fifth year, but didn't become Head Boy. I had dated several girls throughout the years, but Holly Torrence was the most serious relationship I had. It lasted for all of seventh year, and we broke up just before we left school.
I had decided to become an Arithmancer after a lot of thought. Some call it a form of divination, but I say it's completely different. It's not the foolish kind of fortune-telling that my family pretends to use, it's a practical, number-based science. There's no guess work involved. It put a strain on my relationship with my family, especially Wisteria, who was claiming to have the gift. Cassandra, thankfully, had already passed away when I left school and became a curse breaker and Gringotts for a year to improve my skills. After that, I worked with a historian, determining whether arithmancy could have predicted events. We worked together for three years, in which time I had been reunited with Holly. We married when we were twenty. She was already pregnant with our daughter at the time.
We chose to name her Sibyll, a family name, and Patricia, after my mother-in-law. She was the perfect addition to our family. Holly and I were immensley happy, and things just kept getting better. I was offered a job here at Hogwarts when Sibyll was just three months old. So we packed up and moved here, then went back to our tiny house in London during the summer months.
I don't think there'd be anything of interest to you in the years Sibyll was growing up. The three of us led a quiet, normal existence. Sibyll was sorted into Hufflepuff, and never showed any signs of having Seeing abilities, despite my sister trying to coax them out of her. Everything was wonderful until a couple of years ago, when Sibyll was thirteen. It was the summer, and Holly and I were shopping in a muggle part of London. She was crossing the street when this car came out of nowhere and hit her. I saw it happen and rushed to her side. I managed to apparate us both to St Mungo's without many people seeing, but the healers said there was nothing they could do for her. As stupid as it sounds, my wife, the extraordinary curse expert, was killed by a car.
It took us a while to recover from losing Holly. And I suppose we still are, really. It's been two years, but we still miss her very much. Thankfully we have many friends here at school who have helped us through the rough times, especially Dumbledore, who refused to hire a replacement when I couldn't teach some days. Things are better now, though.
odds & ends;;
My wand was hand-crafted by an old man in the colony. He was half-blind, only spoke Welsh, and kept calling me 'Jana' whenever he realized I was with him. The kids in the colony prefered to stay away from him, but he was only one the adults would trust with wand-related business. He carved my wand from one of the rowan trees that surrounded the colony. It is thirteen inches - thirteen being a lucky number, according to Cassandra - and contained the hair of a unicorn, an extremely good omen. All a bunch of rubbish, of course, but it's a good wand nonetheless.
I've thankfully never felt the need to conjure a patronus but in practice. As such, it is not a very strong charm. Mine takes the vague form of an elephant. To conjure it, I remember the early days of mine and Holly's marriage, just after Sibyll was born. No particular day, just anytime we were all together. My worst fear would be watching Holly die, without a doubt. It still gives me nightmares. Due to this, my worst fear would have to be Sibyll dying in a similar manner. I try not to confront boggarts because of this. The less I have to think about my daughter dying, the better. And as you may have already guessed, I would like my family to be whole again. That is what I see in the mirror of Erised. My beautiful wife alive again.
I am former Ravenclaw. I currently work at Hogwarts as the Arithmancy professor. I don't have many aspirations except to see Sibyll grow up. Perhaps one day I will further my career by becoming Headmaster, but that is still a long way off. Where the war is concerned, I have no choice but to say I am on the Order's side. The Dark Lord has caused too much damage for me to support him. I am a half-blood, as my mother was muggle-born.
I really hate doing these interviews, so let's get this done and over with.
My name is Johnathan Castiel Trelawney. I was born on the twenty-fifth of November in 1941 in a Seers' colony in Northern Wales. My great-grandmother was the world-famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney, as you already know. My parents and younger sister and I lived with her for many years there. Her own children, my grandfather and his three sisters, were all specialists in the various fields of divination and had made lesser famous names for themselves. Only one of them possessed the true gift, as Cassandra called it.
My father, Maddox, had grown up in the colony and was obsessed with divination and how many people would come to visit Cassandra year after year, from all different parts of the world. He didn't inherit any abilities from her either. Still, Cassandra allowed him to live with her and become her assistant. That was how he met my mother, Delia. She was a young astrologer right out of Hogwarts who wanted to have her fortune read by the great Cassandra. The old Seer wound up predicting a marriage in her close future. My parents got married within a month of the prediction.
I was the first of Cassandra's great-grandchildren to be born in the colony. All of my extended family had moved away to get more business, mostly in London. I was treated somewhat like royalty there. Everyone loved Cassandra. And, in their eyes, she was the most talented. If anyone harmed me, they would be thrown out of the colony forever, no second chances. The same protection was offered to my sister, Wisteria, when she was born five years after me.
There were lots of other kids in the colony to play with, but I was always the more serious one. I like to run around and have fun, but I didn't mind sitting by the fire at night and reading either. The downside to the colony was that divination was constantly shoved down your throat. Every afternoon, Wisteria and I met with Cassandra and she would teach us things about her work. All the families there taught their young the craft. We all had a chance of inheriting the power, after all. But even then I didn't believe in it.
When I turned eleven, I was sent off to Hogwarts with some other kids from the colony. I ended up in Ravenclaw and was pretty happy about it. House didn't really matter to my family. Mum was a Gryffindor, Dad was a Hufflepuff, and we had plenty of family in all houses. There's not much else to tell you about my Hogwarts experience. In third year I took Arithmancy and Muggle Studies instead of Divination, which I could have easily passed. I tried out for the Quidditch team in fourth year, but I'm a horrible flyer. I was made Prefect in fifth year, but didn't become Head Boy. I had dated several girls throughout the years, but Holly Torrence was the most serious relationship I had. It lasted for all of seventh year, and we broke up just before we left school.
I had decided to become an Arithmancer after a lot of thought. Some call it a form of divination, but I say it's completely different. It's not the foolish kind of fortune-telling that my family pretends to use, it's a practical, number-based science. There's no guess work involved. It put a strain on my relationship with my family, especially Wisteria, who was claiming to have the gift. Cassandra, thankfully, had already passed away when I left school and became a curse breaker and Gringotts for a year to improve my skills. After that, I worked with a historian, determining whether arithmancy could have predicted events. We worked together for three years, in which time I had been reunited with Holly. We married when we were twenty. She was already pregnant with our daughter at the time.
We chose to name her Sibyll, a family name, and Patricia, after my mother-in-law. She was the perfect addition to our family. Holly and I were immensley happy, and things just kept getting better. I was offered a job here at Hogwarts when Sibyll was just three months old. So we packed up and moved here, then went back to our tiny house in London during the summer months.
I don't think there'd be anything of interest to you in the years Sibyll was growing up. The three of us led a quiet, normal existence. Sibyll was sorted into Hufflepuff, and never showed any signs of having Seeing abilities, despite my sister trying to coax them out of her. Everything was wonderful until a couple of years ago, when Sibyll was thirteen. It was the summer, and Holly and I were shopping in a muggle part of London. She was crossing the street when this car came out of nowhere and hit her. I saw it happen and rushed to her side. I managed to apparate us both to St Mungo's without many people seeing, but the healers said there was nothing they could do for her. As stupid as it sounds, my wife, the extraordinary curse expert, was killed by a car.
It took us a while to recover from losing Holly. And I suppose we still are, really. It's been two years, but we still miss her very much. Thankfully we have many friends here at school who have helped us through the rough times, especially Dumbledore, who refused to hire a replacement when I couldn't teach some days. Things are better now, though.
odds & ends;;
My wand was hand-crafted by an old man in the colony. He was half-blind, only spoke Welsh, and kept calling me 'Jana' whenever he realized I was with him. The kids in the colony prefered to stay away from him, but he was only one the adults would trust with wand-related business. He carved my wand from one of the rowan trees that surrounded the colony. It is thirteen inches - thirteen being a lucky number, according to Cassandra - and contained the hair of a unicorn, an extremely good omen. All a bunch of rubbish, of course, but it's a good wand nonetheless.
I've thankfully never felt the need to conjure a patronus but in practice. As such, it is not a very strong charm. Mine takes the vague form of an elephant. To conjure it, I remember the early days of mine and Holly's marriage, just after Sibyll was born. No particular day, just anytime we were all together. My worst fear would be watching Holly die, without a doubt. It still gives me nightmares. Due to this, my worst fear would have to be Sibyll dying in a similar manner. I try not to confront boggarts because of this. The less I have to think about my daughter dying, the better. And as you may have already guessed, I would like my family to be whole again. That is what I see in the mirror of Erised. My beautiful wife alive again.
I am former Ravenclaw. I currently work at Hogwarts as the Arithmancy professor. I don't have many aspirations except to see Sibyll grow up. Perhaps one day I will further my career by becoming Headmaster, but that is still a long way off. Where the war is concerned, I have no choice but to say I am on the Order's side. The Dark Lord has caused too much damage for me to support him. I am a half-blood, as my mother was muggle-born.
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