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[/b][/div]demitrius daxton amherst
sixteen ▪ ravenclaw ▪ jamie bell
OBNOXIOUS , INTELLIGENT , GOOFY , IMMATURE , ATHLETIC
GWYNNIE
It started long before Master was born. It began when Mistress Brighton met the professor, Professor Amherst. Professor Amherst was a kind man, but not the man that Mistress Brighton’s family wanted her to marry. Mistress Brighton was not easily tamed though. No, Mistress Brighton ran away with the strange Muggle professor and they moved to London where they were married and where they conceived you. You were their treasure. You were the only thing that made sense in their confusing life together. Masters said that they loved Master Demitrius. Master Demitrius was their baby.
From the day you were born, they let Gwynnie take care of you. Gwynnie cleaned the blood from the sheets and gave Master his first bath. Gwynnie was, in Mistress Brighton’s eyes, as good as any medical witch. Gwynnie was so honored and knew that caring for Master Brighton was a bigger responsibility than any other house elf had been given. Gwynnie knew Sir, Gwynnie knew that things would change when she first held you.
The professor left, only months after Master Demitrius was born. The professor ran off to study in other, far away places. Mistress Brighton cried and cried. She told Gwynnie to watch after her baby, to make sure he never saw her tears. Gwynnie listened, not only because Mistress had given orders, but also because Gwynnie cared. Gwynnie knew something was not right. Gwynnie protected Master Demitrius every day and watched as Mistress Brighton became very ill with sadness and then grew better. Gwynnie was the best house elf in the house of Amherst. All the others were not like Gwynnie. Gwynnie was Master Demitrius’s best friend.
When Master Demitrius turned one year old, Mistress Brighton and Gwynnie took Master to visit Mistress Brighton’s family. Mistress Brighton’s mother was very kind and loved Master Demitrius. Mistress Brighton’s father though was not so kind. He grabbed at Mistress Brighton’s wrists and told her to leave and never come back. Gwynnie helped apply medicine to heal the bruises on Mistress Brighton’s arms. Gwynnie snuck away in the night to leave a dead fish in the study of Mistress Brighton’s father’s home. Gwynnie felt ever so rebellious but knew she had done the right thing.
When Master Demitrius grew older, he became Gwynnie’s best friend. Each night, Gwynnie told Master Demetrius a story. They played together. Mistress Brighton had friends who said it was not normal for a house elf to play with a child, but Mistress Brighton was not like them. Mistress Brighton thought that Gwynnie’s bond with Master Demitrius was beautiful. Gwynnie knew how lucky she was. Every night, Gwynnie tucked Master Demitrius into bed and kissed him on the forehead. Gwynnie would then go into Mistress Brighton’s room and clean up the mess of wine glasses. She would tuck in Mistress Brighton and kiss her forehead too. Gwynnie had no family of her own. Gwynnie had only Master and Mistress. That was all Gwynnie ever needed though.
Master Demitrius grew mischievous in his later years. When he was only six year old, Master Demitrius snuck an entire vat of enchanted cockroaches into the home of a pureblooded wizarding family. Master Demitrius was scolded and told to never return. Mistress Brighton was upset. Mistress Brighton thought that Master Demitrius would never be like the other boys his age. Mistress cried and cried. Mistress said she wished Professor Amherst would come back and teach his son. Professor Amherst never did return though.
When Master Demitrius was eight years old, Mistress Brighton got a fancy occupation at St. Mungo’s Hospital. Mistress Brighton worked long hours and was promoted to a higher level three times in a month. Mistress Brighton knew things that other medical witches and wizards did not. Mistress Brighton left Gwynnie to take care of Master Demitrius. Those were long days, the ones where Gwynnie and Master would take walks to the pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Master and Gwynnie would go eat ice cream and talk to strangers on the streets. Once, Master ran off, away from Gwynnie. Gwynnie was very worried and went searching for him. She found him in Knockturn Alley. Master Demitrius was sitting, slouched against a wall with a homeless man. Master Demitrius seemed unfazed, yet haunted by the place he had been. Gwynnie took him home and made him a cup of strong tea. Master Demitrius fell into a calming sleep until Mistress Brighton came home. Gwynnie told Mistress what had happened and Mistress did not even punish Gwynnie. Gwynnie cried tears of joy. She was so happy her masters were so kind.
Master grew much older. Master got a letter to a special school of magic. Master had to leave on September first. Gwynnie helped Master pack. She spent hours talking to him. Master was so worried about the people there. Master was afraid he would get into trouble. Gwynnie told him not to feel afraid. Gwynnie said that he must listen to directions and stay out of trouble. Gwynnie made Master promise that he wouldn’t get into trouble. Master promised.
Master wrote to Gwynnie a week after he left home for school. Master said that he had gotten into trouble, but that he had learned the most delightful trick. Master had learned that he could get into trouble and never get caught. Master was so smart. Gwynnie wrote him back to tell him he was very smart. She told him he would go very far in this school of magic and some day, he would get a good job like Mistress Brighton had. All through the school terms, Master wrote to Gwynnie. Master wrote once a week. Master was very kind to do so, but Gwynnie was worried. Master often wrote of distress in his life. Master said he had trouble making friends. Gwynnie was very upset by her Master’s dismay. When Master came home in the Summer, Master begged Mistress Brighton to let Master take Gwynnie with him back to school. Mistress Brighton said she would write to the headmaster and ask permission for Gwynnie to work at Hogwarts. Gwynnie had special duties cleaning the Ravenclaw common room so she could see Master Demitrius often.
When Gwynnie went to school with Master, she kept her friendship with Master hidden from the other students. Other students did not like Gwynnie. Other students thought Gwynnie was invisible. Not Master though. Master thought Gwynnie was wonderful. Master often asked Gwynnie to help with his tricks. Gwynnie loved to help her Master. Master and Gwynnie played tricks on older students and never stopped laughing. Master and Gwynnie were playing games together.
When Master turned fifteen, Master became a Prefect at his special school. Master asked Gwynnie to go back to Mistress Brighton often while Master was at school. Master was worried about Mistress Brighton. Gwynnie was too. Mistress Brighton drank much worse while Master and Gwynnie were not home. Master feared for Mistress Brighton’s job and life. Gwynnie went to Mistress Brighton and replaced wine bottles with other liquids that tasted like wine. Gwynnie didn’t want Mistress Brighton to lose the things that mattered most.
Master turned sixteen and went back to Hogwarts. Gwynnie could not go though. Gwynnie had passed away. Gwynnie had failed her master and mistress. She had been killed by a man in a mask. Gwynnie had only been trying to go home to Mistress Brighton. When Gwynnie was found on the grounds of Hogwarts school, Headmaster Dumbledore let Master Demitrius say goodbye. Master Demitrius cried such tears of sorrow. Master Demitrius had lost his best friend and Gwynnie had lost hers too. Now, Master is all alone. He lives his life, for the first time, without his trusted elf.
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BASICS
Demitrius Daxton Amherst is the son of pureblooded witch, Allison Maria Brighton Amherst and muggle professor, Rupert Caine Amherst. Demitrius goes by the nickname Dax, given to him by his mother as a child. Dax was born on September 13th. Dax was raised by a single mother and Gwynnie, the house elf.
WAND
Demitrius Daxton Amherst was 10-years-old. He had come to Diagon Alley with his best friend, Gwynnie the house elf. His mother was off working, as usual, at the hospital. Dax had been to Diagon Alley so many times that he could hardly keep track, but this particular day was completely different. This was the day that Dax was getting his wand. So, it wasn’t surprising that Dax was a little jumpy. As a matter of fact, Gwynnie had to hold his hand just to keep him with her. Dax ran inside the empty wand shop with Gwynnie practically glued to his side. He stepped in front of the counter and rang the little bell that sat there multiple times until an old, graying man came to him and asked how he could help.
“I need a wand. I need a really good one. I’m going to be a great wizard some day and I want to make my mum proud.” Dax spoke so quickly, the excitement flooding from his lips. He had that little speech rehearsed and knew what he wanted. He set his little bag of gold on Ollivander’s counter and watched with wide eyes as Ollivander began to tug wand boxes from the shelves. It only took one try for Ollivander and Dax both to know they had found the right choice.
“Mahogany, 11 and three quarters, elegant. The symbols there, they come from different languages throughout time. And the core, thestral heart-string. Rare and wise. Mr. Amherst, it seems your wand has chosen you well.” Ollivander wore a knowing sort of grin and Dax held the wand gingerly. He would care for that wand the same way his mother cared for her patients. This was the beginning.
PATRONUS
Dax was fourteen the first time he had cast a full Patronus charm. He had taken to hiding in an empty classroom periodically to practice spells that he knew were more advanced for his age. Gwynnie the house elf had helped him, of course, by blocking the door and standing guard. Dax found that he could only cast the spell when he thought of one particular memory. The memory came from his fifth birthday. He had gone with his mother and Gwynnie to the circus for the first time. Dax had been completely entranced by the strangeness of the entire affair. His mother had explained that the muggle circus was entertaining, even if the magic they used was only pretend, tricks and jokes. Dax loved tricks, more than anything else. He watched the ring leader stand in the middle of the massive tent and the short man called up a volunteer from the audience. Dax raised his hand so high that his mother thought he might jump from his seat. Dax was chosen out of all the people.
He staggered down the long aisle toward the short leader. Once in the center of the tent, Dax got to ride an elephant. Atop the elephant, Dax felt frightened. He had never had the chance to do such a thing before. The lights in the tent dimmed and Dax felt as though he might throw up from fear. Suddenly, as if needed, Dax felt a strange glowing from his hands. He had created light, without knowing or trying. It was the first sign of magic Dax had ever shown. His mother was so proud. From that moment forward, Dax searched for that warmth in times of darkness. That was his guiding light. This memory was the one that made him most happy. He felt as though, more than anything, he belonged in that moment in time.
Dax’s full patronus takes the form of an animated spider monkey. It often leaps, jumps, curls, and dances about in the air after being cast.
BOGGART
In Dax’s third year of school, he was taught to cast the Riddikulus spell to change a boggart. All the other students in his class had completely typical fears. Dax was shocked and terrified when he first saw his own boggart’s transformation. The boggart disappeared entirely. When his professor said that Dax was afraid of nothing, the other students took the information completely different than how it was meant. They all thought Dax had to be one of the bravest thirteen year old boys ever. They thought he wasn’t afraid of anything. In reality, Dax was afraid of nothingness. He was terrified to not existing. He was horrified by the concept of complete nothing. Dax spoke to his professor not long after to express his horror and his teacher said that Dax’s fear was logical, just not as common. Dax didn’t feel normal, he felt strange and different from the other students.
DEMENTOR
The first time Dax came across a dementor, he was over-whelmed with feelings. He staggered backward in shock and fear. He heard an unfamiliar voice whispering in his ear. Even though he had not heard this voice since infancy, Dax suspected it belonged to his father. The words were unforgettable. Rupert Amherst had said, “I don’t want you. You’re a disappointment and you were never a good enough son for me. I am a professor and you are an idiot.” Dax was haunted by this string of possible truths. He never told his mother. The only person Dax has ever confided such information was to Gwynnie. After Gwynnie’s death, Dax made a concerted effort to avoid dementors because he knew his worst memory would change. It would no longer be his father’s voice, but the death of his best friend, the house elf, Gwynnie. Gwynnie meant the world to Dax and losing her was much worse than his own insecurities.
ERISED
In his fifth year, Dax looked into the Mirror of Erised for the first time. He saw himself, standing up tall and proud. He was wearing his Ravenclaw robes and had more than one badge pinned to himself. He was Head Boy and Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Molly Penderghast stood beside him with her arm looped through his. They were both grinning. That was the future Dax wanted. That was where he wanted to be.
WAR
Dax has big opinions when it comes to the war. He’s not an Order member, but he certainly supports the downfall of You-Know-Who. Dax has huge views on blood equality in the Wizarding world, but doesn’t often discuss them because the controversy is such a hot topic in these times.
GWYNNIE
It started long before Master was born. It began when Mistress Brighton met the professor, Professor Amherst. Professor Amherst was a kind man, but not the man that Mistress Brighton’s family wanted her to marry. Mistress Brighton was not easily tamed though. No, Mistress Brighton ran away with the strange Muggle professor and they moved to London where they were married and where they conceived you. You were their treasure. You were the only thing that made sense in their confusing life together. Masters said that they loved Master Demitrius. Master Demitrius was their baby.
From the day you were born, they let Gwynnie take care of you. Gwynnie cleaned the blood from the sheets and gave Master his first bath. Gwynnie was, in Mistress Brighton’s eyes, as good as any medical witch. Gwynnie was so honored and knew that caring for Master Brighton was a bigger responsibility than any other house elf had been given. Gwynnie knew Sir, Gwynnie knew that things would change when she first held you.
The professor left, only months after Master Demitrius was born. The professor ran off to study in other, far away places. Mistress Brighton cried and cried. She told Gwynnie to watch after her baby, to make sure he never saw her tears. Gwynnie listened, not only because Mistress had given orders, but also because Gwynnie cared. Gwynnie knew something was not right. Gwynnie protected Master Demitrius every day and watched as Mistress Brighton became very ill with sadness and then grew better. Gwynnie was the best house elf in the house of Amherst. All the others were not like Gwynnie. Gwynnie was Master Demitrius’s best friend.
When Master Demitrius turned one year old, Mistress Brighton and Gwynnie took Master to visit Mistress Brighton’s family. Mistress Brighton’s mother was very kind and loved Master Demitrius. Mistress Brighton’s father though was not so kind. He grabbed at Mistress Brighton’s wrists and told her to leave and never come back. Gwynnie helped apply medicine to heal the bruises on Mistress Brighton’s arms. Gwynnie snuck away in the night to leave a dead fish in the study of Mistress Brighton’s father’s home. Gwynnie felt ever so rebellious but knew she had done the right thing.
When Master Demitrius grew older, he became Gwynnie’s best friend. Each night, Gwynnie told Master Demetrius a story. They played together. Mistress Brighton had friends who said it was not normal for a house elf to play with a child, but Mistress Brighton was not like them. Mistress Brighton thought that Gwynnie’s bond with Master Demitrius was beautiful. Gwynnie knew how lucky she was. Every night, Gwynnie tucked Master Demitrius into bed and kissed him on the forehead. Gwynnie would then go into Mistress Brighton’s room and clean up the mess of wine glasses. She would tuck in Mistress Brighton and kiss her forehead too. Gwynnie had no family of her own. Gwynnie had only Master and Mistress. That was all Gwynnie ever needed though.
Master Demitrius grew mischievous in his later years. When he was only six year old, Master Demitrius snuck an entire vat of enchanted cockroaches into the home of a pureblooded wizarding family. Master Demitrius was scolded and told to never return. Mistress Brighton was upset. Mistress Brighton thought that Master Demitrius would never be like the other boys his age. Mistress cried and cried. Mistress said she wished Professor Amherst would come back and teach his son. Professor Amherst never did return though.
When Master Demitrius was eight years old, Mistress Brighton got a fancy occupation at St. Mungo’s Hospital. Mistress Brighton worked long hours and was promoted to a higher level three times in a month. Mistress Brighton knew things that other medical witches and wizards did not. Mistress Brighton left Gwynnie to take care of Master Demitrius. Those were long days, the ones where Gwynnie and Master would take walks to the pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Master and Gwynnie would go eat ice cream and talk to strangers on the streets. Once, Master ran off, away from Gwynnie. Gwynnie was very worried and went searching for him. She found him in Knockturn Alley. Master Demitrius was sitting, slouched against a wall with a homeless man. Master Demitrius seemed unfazed, yet haunted by the place he had been. Gwynnie took him home and made him a cup of strong tea. Master Demitrius fell into a calming sleep until Mistress Brighton came home. Gwynnie told Mistress what had happened and Mistress did not even punish Gwynnie. Gwynnie cried tears of joy. She was so happy her masters were so kind.
Master grew much older. Master got a letter to a special school of magic. Master had to leave on September first. Gwynnie helped Master pack. She spent hours talking to him. Master was so worried about the people there. Master was afraid he would get into trouble. Gwynnie told him not to feel afraid. Gwynnie said that he must listen to directions and stay out of trouble. Gwynnie made Master promise that he wouldn’t get into trouble. Master promised.
Master wrote to Gwynnie a week after he left home for school. Master said that he had gotten into trouble, but that he had learned the most delightful trick. Master had learned that he could get into trouble and never get caught. Master was so smart. Gwynnie wrote him back to tell him he was very smart. She told him he would go very far in this school of magic and some day, he would get a good job like Mistress Brighton had. All through the school terms, Master wrote to Gwynnie. Master wrote once a week. Master was very kind to do so, but Gwynnie was worried. Master often wrote of distress in his life. Master said he had trouble making friends. Gwynnie was very upset by her Master’s dismay. When Master came home in the Summer, Master begged Mistress Brighton to let Master take Gwynnie with him back to school. Mistress Brighton said she would write to the headmaster and ask permission for Gwynnie to work at Hogwarts. Gwynnie had special duties cleaning the Ravenclaw common room so she could see Master Demitrius often.
When Gwynnie went to school with Master, she kept her friendship with Master hidden from the other students. Other students did not like Gwynnie. Other students thought Gwynnie was invisible. Not Master though. Master thought Gwynnie was wonderful. Master often asked Gwynnie to help with his tricks. Gwynnie loved to help her Master. Master and Gwynnie played tricks on older students and never stopped laughing. Master and Gwynnie were playing games together.
When Master turned fifteen, Master became a Prefect at his special school. Master asked Gwynnie to go back to Mistress Brighton often while Master was at school. Master was worried about Mistress Brighton. Gwynnie was too. Mistress Brighton drank much worse while Master and Gwynnie were not home. Master feared for Mistress Brighton’s job and life. Gwynnie went to Mistress Brighton and replaced wine bottles with other liquids that tasted like wine. Gwynnie didn’t want Mistress Brighton to lose the things that mattered most.
Master turned sixteen and went back to Hogwarts. Gwynnie could not go though. Gwynnie had passed away. Gwynnie had failed her master and mistress. She had been killed by a man in a mask. Gwynnie had only been trying to go home to Mistress Brighton. When Gwynnie was found on the grounds of Hogwarts school, Headmaster Dumbledore let Master Demitrius say goodbye. Master Demitrius cried such tears of sorrow. Master Demitrius had lost his best friend and Gwynnie had lost hers too. Now, Master is all alone. He lives his life, for the first time, without his trusted elf.
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BASICS
Demitrius Daxton Amherst is the son of pureblooded witch, Allison Maria Brighton Amherst and muggle professor, Rupert Caine Amherst. Demitrius goes by the nickname Dax, given to him by his mother as a child. Dax was born on September 13th. Dax was raised by a single mother and Gwynnie, the house elf.
WAND
Demitrius Daxton Amherst was 10-years-old. He had come to Diagon Alley with his best friend, Gwynnie the house elf. His mother was off working, as usual, at the hospital. Dax had been to Diagon Alley so many times that he could hardly keep track, but this particular day was completely different. This was the day that Dax was getting his wand. So, it wasn’t surprising that Dax was a little jumpy. As a matter of fact, Gwynnie had to hold his hand just to keep him with her. Dax ran inside the empty wand shop with Gwynnie practically glued to his side. He stepped in front of the counter and rang the little bell that sat there multiple times until an old, graying man came to him and asked how he could help.
“I need a wand. I need a really good one. I’m going to be a great wizard some day and I want to make my mum proud.” Dax spoke so quickly, the excitement flooding from his lips. He had that little speech rehearsed and knew what he wanted. He set his little bag of gold on Ollivander’s counter and watched with wide eyes as Ollivander began to tug wand boxes from the shelves. It only took one try for Ollivander and Dax both to know they had found the right choice.
“Mahogany, 11 and three quarters, elegant. The symbols there, they come from different languages throughout time. And the core, thestral heart-string. Rare and wise. Mr. Amherst, it seems your wand has chosen you well.” Ollivander wore a knowing sort of grin and Dax held the wand gingerly. He would care for that wand the same way his mother cared for her patients. This was the beginning.
PATRONUS
Dax was fourteen the first time he had cast a full Patronus charm. He had taken to hiding in an empty classroom periodically to practice spells that he knew were more advanced for his age. Gwynnie the house elf had helped him, of course, by blocking the door and standing guard. Dax found that he could only cast the spell when he thought of one particular memory. The memory came from his fifth birthday. He had gone with his mother and Gwynnie to the circus for the first time. Dax had been completely entranced by the strangeness of the entire affair. His mother had explained that the muggle circus was entertaining, even if the magic they used was only pretend, tricks and jokes. Dax loved tricks, more than anything else. He watched the ring leader stand in the middle of the massive tent and the short man called up a volunteer from the audience. Dax raised his hand so high that his mother thought he might jump from his seat. Dax was chosen out of all the people.
He staggered down the long aisle toward the short leader. Once in the center of the tent, Dax got to ride an elephant. Atop the elephant, Dax felt frightened. He had never had the chance to do such a thing before. The lights in the tent dimmed and Dax felt as though he might throw up from fear. Suddenly, as if needed, Dax felt a strange glowing from his hands. He had created light, without knowing or trying. It was the first sign of magic Dax had ever shown. His mother was so proud. From that moment forward, Dax searched for that warmth in times of darkness. That was his guiding light. This memory was the one that made him most happy. He felt as though, more than anything, he belonged in that moment in time.
Dax’s full patronus takes the form of an animated spider monkey. It often leaps, jumps, curls, and dances about in the air after being cast.
BOGGART
In Dax’s third year of school, he was taught to cast the Riddikulus spell to change a boggart. All the other students in his class had completely typical fears. Dax was shocked and terrified when he first saw his own boggart’s transformation. The boggart disappeared entirely. When his professor said that Dax was afraid of nothing, the other students took the information completely different than how it was meant. They all thought Dax had to be one of the bravest thirteen year old boys ever. They thought he wasn’t afraid of anything. In reality, Dax was afraid of nothingness. He was terrified to not existing. He was horrified by the concept of complete nothing. Dax spoke to his professor not long after to express his horror and his teacher said that Dax’s fear was logical, just not as common. Dax didn’t feel normal, he felt strange and different from the other students.
DEMENTOR
The first time Dax came across a dementor, he was over-whelmed with feelings. He staggered backward in shock and fear. He heard an unfamiliar voice whispering in his ear. Even though he had not heard this voice since infancy, Dax suspected it belonged to his father. The words were unforgettable. Rupert Amherst had said, “I don’t want you. You’re a disappointment and you were never a good enough son for me. I am a professor and you are an idiot.” Dax was haunted by this string of possible truths. He never told his mother. The only person Dax has ever confided such information was to Gwynnie. After Gwynnie’s death, Dax made a concerted effort to avoid dementors because he knew his worst memory would change. It would no longer be his father’s voice, but the death of his best friend, the house elf, Gwynnie. Gwynnie meant the world to Dax and losing her was much worse than his own insecurities.
ERISED
In his fifth year, Dax looked into the Mirror of Erised for the first time. He saw himself, standing up tall and proud. He was wearing his Ravenclaw robes and had more than one badge pinned to himself. He was Head Boy and Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain. Molly Penderghast stood beside him with her arm looped through his. They were both grinning. That was the future Dax wanted. That was where he wanted to be.
WAR
Dax has big opinions when it comes to the war. He’s not an Order member, but he certainly supports the downfall of You-Know-Who. Dax has huge views on blood equality in the Wizarding world, but doesn’t often discuss them because the controversy is such a hot topic in these times.
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