Post by GRAHAM WILLERBY on Jul 24, 2024 9:02:04 GMT -5
Graham Willerby
Birthday: September 22, 1986
Blood Status: Pureblood
Location of Residence: Hogsmeade, Scotland
Former School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Former House: Ravenclaw
Job: Owner of Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop since 2008
Appearance:
Portrayed by James McAvoy
Graham is a fairly unassuming man. He is not overly tall — only 5’ 9” or 175cm — and without overly striking features that would make him stand out in a crowded room. While handsome enough in a homely way, but easy enough to pass over, especially coupled with his quiet mannerisms. He keeps his brown hair somewhat short but his beard can be a bit scruffy, especially when he’s been too focused on his work to notice how bad it’s gotten. He seems to carry a persistent tiredness in those hooded blue eyes.
Three Characteristics You Think You Are:
- Considerate
- Sensible
- Well-read
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are:
- Modest
- Reserved
- Faint-hearted
Three Random Facts:
- He has an interest in ancient tomes and has been commissioned to repair several, given his experience with scrolls and parchment.
- His favorite elective class was the Study of Ancient Runes and he has made a hobby out of translating them in his spare time.
- He’s mildly allergic to cats and Kneazles.
Aspirations:
- To own a private collection of ancient spell books.
- To someday create his own line of Willerby nibs, inks, and other writing supplies.
Favourite Branch of Magic: Charms, with Ancient Runes being his second favorite
Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Butterbeer Fudge from Honeydukes
Thoughts or involvement on an event from the Timeline:
- Graham has never been particularly outspoken on his political views, concerned with his own safety and how the “wrong impression” would put him at risk. That being said, he was disturbed by the 2008-2011 ban on mixed marriages and families. He was pleased that the Arranged Marriage Program was disbanded without ever becoming firmly established.
- The 2011 plague made him less sympathetic to Muggleborn suffrage. He never agreed with the extreme purism ideology, but the deeds of Caroline Greysmark caused some of his compassion and patience to wither in the weeks and months that followed. Fortunately, Graham had little reason to visit the Ministry during this period, and was not directly impacted by it.
- He quietly yet staunchly believes the 2018-2019 event has non-natural origins, and he worries about how the wizarding world will react should the person behind it be named.
- Because Graham never expected Liberamach to gain much ground (though he fully supported freedom from Ministry censorship), he was taken aback by the 2019-2022 civil war. He preferred to keep his head low but on more than one occasion, he was commissioned by Liberamach to supply them with enchanted quills and “blank” parchment to help them deliver hidden messages by owl.
- Having been in Hogsmeade during the Muggleborn Festival of 2022, Graham had been struck by one of the many curses that had been released by Giovanna Nero. He had considered it unwise to hold such a celebration due to unresolved tensions between pure-bloods and “everyone else”, and after he was temporarily blinded in the attack, his opinion of Eliza Cunningham was greatly diminished.
- Graham recovered most of his vision but continues to struggle in dimly lit environments.
- Don’t ask him about the latest prophecy. He’s rather sick of it all. Just let him practice his craft in peace.
Thoughts on Scotland's Independence: While he’s tentatively pleased with the progress, he’s concerned that the other shoe will soon drop.
Family:
- Greggory Willerby, 70. Graham’s father and deceased. A retired Curse-Breaker, he never could quite accept that Graham had no interest in Arithmancy and often pressured his son to study numbers instead of “old scribbles” in crumbling books. He died of natural causes in 2020.
- Helen Willerby, 68. Graham’s mother and alive. Her husband made enough to support the family without Helen needing to work, but she continued to pursue her passion for Herbology and sold fresh ingredients for extra income. She helped nurture Graham’s interest in scrolls by letting him make his own paper from the pulp of her leftover plants. Because of her supportive nature, she and Graham are understandably close, even though she regularly pesters him to settle down. He and his brothers help support Helen in her old age.
- Glenn Willerby, 36. Graham’s younger brother and alive. He inherited their mother’s green thumb but tends to grow more noxious plants due to their profitability. Glenn has taken an outspoken, pro-Pureblood stance (in spite of having married a Half-Blood witch), which has made the holidays less enjoyable for the family.
- Colin Willerby, 14. Glenn’s son and Graham’s nephew. Currently enrolled at Hogwarts.
- Duncan Willerby, 12. Glenn’s son and Graham’s nephew. Currently enrolled at Hogwarts.
- Colin Willerby, 14. Glenn’s son and Graham’s nephew. Currently enrolled at Hogwarts.
- Henry Willerby, 32. Graham’s younger brother and alive. Henry took an exceptional liking to Alchemy during his time in Hogwarts and even visited western Uganda in order to further his understanding of the art. After Greggory died, he came back to Great Britain to help Graham and Glenn support her.
- Aileen Kato-Willerby, 12. Henry’s daughter and Graham’s niece. Currently enrolled at Hogwarts.
- Aileen Kato-Willerby, 12. Henry’s daughter and Graham’s niece. Currently enrolled at Hogwarts.
- Greer Willerby, 20. Graham’s younger sister and alive. Greer was the “oopsie” baby of the family, and Graham was nearly 18 years old when she was born. Due to their difference in age, they are not especially close, but Graham happily supplied her with all the writing tools she needed during her time at Hogwarts. However, she has started paying more and more attention to Glenn and his bias towards purebloods, and Graham worries for her. She has an aptitude for Arithmancy, like their father.
An introduction post from a private story, started last month!
The day had started early for Neil Wright. It was supposed to be his new normal, but there was nothing routine about waking up before 8AM just yet. The fact that he’d had plenty of time to ready himself was somewhat overlooked in favor of blaming the corporate managers. It was easier than admitting he’d procrastinated, yet it did little to improve his mood. Surely in the six weeks they had given him to prepare for his now lengthy commute, they could’ve hired a local hygienist instead — someone from Chelsea or Battersea, not Southern London.
A sudden bump in the road shook Neil in his seat and yanked him from the rather bleak spell he’d put himself under. Remembering that he needed to stay focused, he sat straighter, sighed, and turned his attention to the scenery on the other side of the tinted glass. The bus had taken him through an unfamiliar district and if he missed his stop because he’d been too busy sulking to notice, he’d be grumpy the whole day.
The bus soon eased alongside his stop and he stepped out on time, opening his umbrella over his head. He thought the steady rain rather suited his state of mind, but he still wouldn’t go into the office wearing wet scrubs.
Neil wasn’t the first person to come in that day. The receptionist had already arrived and had been busy with a phone call when the 34 year old hygienist walked by. She spotted him a second too late though, and he didn’t at all catch her frantic waving — a gesture for him to wait — as he made his way toward the kitchenette in the back.
It was there that he dropped his umbrella into a holder and stopped to look around the room. He’d visited several times already during renovations, but it was his first time seeing everything finished — a thought that finally sparked a bit of enthusiasm in him. It was a brand new office and everything inside was bright and pristine, unused. An untouched dental station wouldn’t completely make up for his commute, yet it gave him something to look forward to.
As eager as he suddenly was to start opening supply boxes and begin stocking his station, there was something he had to take care of first. Feeling a bit inspired, Neil went to and through the cabinets, searching for but failing to find any sort of tea. Behind his initial puzzlement followed more and more confusion, because not only was there no corporate supplied tea, there was no kettle. He did find a hot water tap on the espresso machine, but to his annoyance, he quickly realized that it hadn’t been hooked up yet. It rather looked like someone had taken it out of the box and left it there for someone else to install.
He felt his once brightening mood begin to dim.
“There’s no hot water,” he announced somewhat anxiously, trying to fish for an explanation and possible solutions from any of his colleagues who might overhear. Surely someone else had already noticed and was working on a remedy.
Closing the cabinets, Neil continued, “No hot water and no way to boil any. Is this thing supposed to be working?” Although he already knew it wasn’t, the troubled man reached for the machine to give it a shake and thumb at the buttons. The noise would have to draw someone in — and hopefully someone who would help.
A sudden bump in the road shook Neil in his seat and yanked him from the rather bleak spell he’d put himself under. Remembering that he needed to stay focused, he sat straighter, sighed, and turned his attention to the scenery on the other side of the tinted glass. The bus had taken him through an unfamiliar district and if he missed his stop because he’d been too busy sulking to notice, he’d be grumpy the whole day.
The bus soon eased alongside his stop and he stepped out on time, opening his umbrella over his head. He thought the steady rain rather suited his state of mind, but he still wouldn’t go into the office wearing wet scrubs.
Neil wasn’t the first person to come in that day. The receptionist had already arrived and had been busy with a phone call when the 34 year old hygienist walked by. She spotted him a second too late though, and he didn’t at all catch her frantic waving — a gesture for him to wait — as he made his way toward the kitchenette in the back.
It was there that he dropped his umbrella into a holder and stopped to look around the room. He’d visited several times already during renovations, but it was his first time seeing everything finished — a thought that finally sparked a bit of enthusiasm in him. It was a brand new office and everything inside was bright and pristine, unused. An untouched dental station wouldn’t completely make up for his commute, yet it gave him something to look forward to.
As eager as he suddenly was to start opening supply boxes and begin stocking his station, there was something he had to take care of first. Feeling a bit inspired, Neil went to and through the cabinets, searching for but failing to find any sort of tea. Behind his initial puzzlement followed more and more confusion, because not only was there no corporate supplied tea, there was no kettle. He did find a hot water tap on the espresso machine, but to his annoyance, he quickly realized that it hadn’t been hooked up yet. It rather looked like someone had taken it out of the box and left it there for someone else to install.
He felt his once brightening mood begin to dim.
“There’s no hot water,” he announced somewhat anxiously, trying to fish for an explanation and possible solutions from any of his colleagues who might overhear. Surely someone else had already noticed and was working on a remedy.
Closing the cabinets, Neil continued, “No hot water and no way to boil any. Is this thing supposed to be working?” Although he already knew it wasn’t, the troubled man reached for the machine to give it a shake and thumb at the buttons. The noise would have to draw someone in — and hopefully someone who would help.
ALIAS: Flea
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
WELCOME BUDDY?: Yes!
CANON?: No
WANTED AD?: No
