Post by cas wyn cadwallader on May 1, 2011 15:52:38 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]cas wyn cadwallader
seventeen ▪ hufflepuff ▪ darren criss
EASILY AMUSED , SARCASTIC , QUICK , ATHLETIC , PRETENTIOUS
Really guys? My history? My personality? You wanna know all about THE Cas Wyn Cadwallader? Oh man. This is about to get real guys. So real you won’t even believe it.
It all started on September 1st of my mother’s 7th year at Hogwarts. She and my dad totally loved each other. He was a year older than her so, he was already out of school. My mom said I was the best accident she ever had. I don’t really know how to take that, but I like to pretend she loves me more than the rest of her kids. Yeah, I’ve got two younger sisters. They annoy me like you don’t even know. Anyway, back to September 1st.
She had me on the train! Yeah, I was born on the Hogwarts Express. If I ever start a band, I’m writing a song called “Born on the Hogwarts Express” because it would be so cool! Anyway, one of her professors was riding the train and helped deliver me into this world. Rumor has it that I was like this little bad ass angel. Everyone thought I was so cute! I totally was! I saw the pictures, I was the coolest thing ever!
So, my dad ended up moving to Hogsmeade so he could help raise me and my mom visited every weekend and certain nights. From what she told me, it was really hard but worth it. And they loved each other so, they wanted to make everything work. And I was a really easy baby. I slept a lot, smiled a lot, and had that little bad ass baby personality. My dad said he wanted more kids because I was such an easy baby.
And then my sisters were born. We had this perfect kind of ideal wizard family. My dad worked a shop in Hogsmeade and my mom ran an advice column for the Prophet. I grew up wandering around after my dad because I pretty much idolized him. I wanted to be just like him. He spent so much time with me, teaching me things and just reminding me that he cared. He taught me to fly my first broom at the age of three. My sisters didn’t learn until they were ten! I was special.
And then my mom died. I was only seven years old. I knew her and remember her so well. She’d been pregnant and died before she could give birth. My dad took it really hard. But instead of letting it destroy our family, it made us stronger. My dad got more and more protective over us all and made an extra effort to make sure we knew we were loved and cared about. Every year on the anniversary of her death, we have a day of remembrance. We go to her grave and we plant flowers. We make her favorite meals and eat them. We play her favorite song. And then we go and visit the hospital and do volunteer work in the maternity ward. It’s our way of honoring her. We don’t want to forget her, ever.
Since I was really young, I was obsessed with flight. I loved birds and paper planes. I had an unhealthy attachment to flying my broom at any hour of the day or night. I started to learn about quidditch pretty young. My dad loved the sport as well. I didn’t just love to play it though. I loved the history and the statistics and the rules. I loved to watch the professionals. I loved to talk about quidditch. It really wasn’t any surprise when I came to Hogwarts and was somewhat of a quidditch obsessed first year. I was sorted into the house of Hufflepuff, the house of both my parents, and I wanted to make them proud. So, by second year, I scored a spot as quidditch announcer. Every year since, I’ve taken up that position with pride. It’s not just a hobby, it’s something I really love to do.
Being an announcer has its perks. I know all the quidditch players. I get invited to all the parties. I know so many people and everyone knows me. I’m pretty much destined to work the games department at the ministry. I have a future. Not that many people my age can say the same. I feel fortunate. I am grateful for what I have.
So, that’s my story. That’s how I got here now. My life kind of revolves around quidditch. And, frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Wand: 12.5 inches, mahogany wood, dragon heartstring core.
Patronus: A lively parakeet, using the memory of his first time flying a broom.
Dementor: Flashes back to the memory of his mother’s death.
Boggart: An old woman. Cas has an irrational fear of decaying old women.
Blood: Pure.
War: Neutral, but subtly supports the Order.
Amortentia: The smells of Autumn leaves, freshly sprinkled snow, and Grace Davies’ hair. Cas has actually stolen her pillow a time or two because he loves the smell so much.
Really guys? My history? My personality? You wanna know all about THE Cas Wyn Cadwallader? Oh man. This is about to get real guys. So real you won’t even believe it.
It all started on September 1st of my mother’s 7th year at Hogwarts. She and my dad totally loved each other. He was a year older than her so, he was already out of school. My mom said I was the best accident she ever had. I don’t really know how to take that, but I like to pretend she loves me more than the rest of her kids. Yeah, I’ve got two younger sisters. They annoy me like you don’t even know. Anyway, back to September 1st.
She had me on the train! Yeah, I was born on the Hogwarts Express. If I ever start a band, I’m writing a song called “Born on the Hogwarts Express” because it would be so cool! Anyway, one of her professors was riding the train and helped deliver me into this world. Rumor has it that I was like this little bad ass angel. Everyone thought I was so cute! I totally was! I saw the pictures, I was the coolest thing ever!
So, my dad ended up moving to Hogsmeade so he could help raise me and my mom visited every weekend and certain nights. From what she told me, it was really hard but worth it. And they loved each other so, they wanted to make everything work. And I was a really easy baby. I slept a lot, smiled a lot, and had that little bad ass baby personality. My dad said he wanted more kids because I was such an easy baby.
And then my sisters were born. We had this perfect kind of ideal wizard family. My dad worked a shop in Hogsmeade and my mom ran an advice column for the Prophet. I grew up wandering around after my dad because I pretty much idolized him. I wanted to be just like him. He spent so much time with me, teaching me things and just reminding me that he cared. He taught me to fly my first broom at the age of three. My sisters didn’t learn until they were ten! I was special.
And then my mom died. I was only seven years old. I knew her and remember her so well. She’d been pregnant and died before she could give birth. My dad took it really hard. But instead of letting it destroy our family, it made us stronger. My dad got more and more protective over us all and made an extra effort to make sure we knew we were loved and cared about. Every year on the anniversary of her death, we have a day of remembrance. We go to her grave and we plant flowers. We make her favorite meals and eat them. We play her favorite song. And then we go and visit the hospital and do volunteer work in the maternity ward. It’s our way of honoring her. We don’t want to forget her, ever.
Since I was really young, I was obsessed with flight. I loved birds and paper planes. I had an unhealthy attachment to flying my broom at any hour of the day or night. I started to learn about quidditch pretty young. My dad loved the sport as well. I didn’t just love to play it though. I loved the history and the statistics and the rules. I loved to watch the professionals. I loved to talk about quidditch. It really wasn’t any surprise when I came to Hogwarts and was somewhat of a quidditch obsessed first year. I was sorted into the house of Hufflepuff, the house of both my parents, and I wanted to make them proud. So, by second year, I scored a spot as quidditch announcer. Every year since, I’ve taken up that position with pride. It’s not just a hobby, it’s something I really love to do.
Being an announcer has its perks. I know all the quidditch players. I get invited to all the parties. I know so many people and everyone knows me. I’m pretty much destined to work the games department at the ministry. I have a future. Not that many people my age can say the same. I feel fortunate. I am grateful for what I have.
So, that’s my story. That’s how I got here now. My life kind of revolves around quidditch. And, frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Wand: 12.5 inches, mahogany wood, dragon heartstring core.
Patronus: A lively parakeet, using the memory of his first time flying a broom.
Dementor: Flashes back to the memory of his mother’s death.
Boggart: An old woman. Cas has an irrational fear of decaying old women.
Blood: Pure.
War: Neutral, but subtly supports the Order.
Amortentia: The smells of Autumn leaves, freshly sprinkled snow, and Grace Davies’ hair. Cas has actually stolen her pillow a time or two because he loves the smell so much.
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