nikolas vaisey. (obnoxious) wrote,
@ 2008-01-04 18:44:00

vox politik.

g e n e r a l

CHARACTER NAME: Nikolas Mortimer Vaisey, but his middle name is something of a closely-guarded secret. Would you want anyone to know part of your given name was 'Mortimer'?
DOB/AGE: November 1st, 1979, which makes him a Scorpio just shy of 18.
HOUSE/YEARS: Slytherin, 13th
SOCIAL STATUS: The Vaisey line is something of a disgraced legacy--they have a habit of both wasting their money and marrying commoners, such as Nikolas' own mother. They're very middle-class where riches are concerned, though their surname's glory days were enough to secure the Vaisey children spots at the school. They're the ninth generation to attend Hogwarts, but unless Nikolas and his sister secure themselves very high-powered careers or have extremely talented children, they'll be the last. While Nikolas himself is a mediocre student, his athletic prowess has secured the family enough in scholarship money to coast through his time without any financial problems. Shameful? Quite. But the old money with money needn't know about that, now do they?
RESIDENCE: The Vaisey family lives in a fairly nice townhome in the city of Coventry.

p h y s i c a l

APPEARANCE: Nikolas is a hair shorter than the average male his age, standing at only about 5'8" (given as 5'9" if you ask him), and his build is on the smaller side side. He's not the slender, almost effete sort of skinny, however; any assumption that he's a weak, dainty little thing is a grave mistake, because he's in excellent shape in reality. There's a solid layer of muscle that enable him to bulldoze into people on the rugby pitch and he looks more block-like and sturdy than stringy and fragile. His complexion is quite fair, as typical of the Brits, though prone to breaking out in spots instead of maintaining a nice porcelain finish, and is framed by a compulsively-dishevelled mess of dirty-blond hair that mostly looks brown. He has strong features like a prominent jaw, straight, triangular Roman nose, dark brown eyes and a heavy brow, but the effect isn't either particularly chiseled nor handsome. Whilst maybe a little striking--or at least disctinctive--in his own right, things like crooked teeth, mild acne, and an omnipresent snarl keep him far away from "hot" territory. Most girls agree he could do with a comb and a trip to the dentist.

Where wardrobe is concerned, he rarely, if ever ventures outside the standard Man Uniform of jeans and a somewhat weather-worn t-shirt, usually adorned with some kind of band logo. Metrosexuality is a foreign concept to him, and whether or not he cleans up nicely has yet to be seen. Even at Hogwarts' formal events, he doesn't comb his hair and his shirt mysteriously always ends up untucked. The issue of his diminished social status might not come up so often if he gave a better impression, but he neither looks nor acts like he has money.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Regarding other defining traits, he has a burn scar on his forehead leading into his hairline--and before you ask, it looks nothing remotely like Potter's, thank you very much. His sister Antonia hit him with a heated frying pan in the midst of a row, and whilst some vitamin E creme might help reduce its appearance, he thinks that sort of thing is for nancies. He also has large hands and feet that look slightly ape-like accompanied by very broad shoulders.

MANNER OF SPEECH: He's deep-voiced, but fairly animated sounding rather than using an ever-so-haughty, why-am-I-even-condescending-to-talk-to-you drawl. He also has a definite West Midlands regional accent rather than the 'proper' Received Pronunciation form.

p e r s o n a l

PERSONALITY: One word to describe Nikolas Vaisey would be "opportunistic." Another would be "wanker," but that'd be from one of his many detractors. Whilst some of his Housemates are well-bred and well-spoken diplomats with guile in spades, Nikolas comes off as a bit more rough around the edges. Oh, he's not stupid and he can certainly play word games if someone puts him up to it, but he'd rather just get it out in the open. All sharp Slytherins have that ability to cut past the padding to the heart of what someone's trying to say as well as construct their own tricky sugared coatings, and the former is Nikolas' specialty. He enjoys arguing for this reason, because someone's point can be easily slaughtered simply by stating what it is. Some like to beat around the bush, but he'd rather strip things of the associated bullshit in his day-to-day life. Hints and innuendo are a waste of time--unless girls are part of the equation--and as they say, time is money. Friendly? No, not particularly, but neither is he the rampaging arsehole who picks fights with people for no reason--he's just honest. Honest with lots of colourful language, granted, but we already know a diplomat he is not. He knows there are people he needs to impress with more money than he that might not appreciate such candor, mind you, but arsekissing and sycophancy makes him sick. He chooses to assert his worth by being a capable human being, and at the very least, he's nothing if not independent and motivated.

In effect, he's entirely unapologetic about the kind of person he is, and it tends to highlight some of his less desirable characteristics--he's pretty chauvinistic, for one, and most from the female population would go so far as to call him a pig. He also doesn't take much seriously and is blind to the boundaries of "too far" where jokes are concerned. Upsetting and offending people amuses him to no end; trolling around and telling off-colour jokes are some of his greatest joys in life, though his self-preservation instinct keeps it to more or less harmless levels. It doesn't bother him if people don't "get" him, and this kind of individualism very nearly landed the boy in Gryffindor. The divide between the two Houses is much thinner than it appears at first, and he treads closer to the middle than the 'ideal' Slytherin would. That is not to say he's not in the wrong House, however. Whilst not the stone-cold businessman Salazar would have liked to see most, when it comes down to it, he's an even less likely candidate for Godric's blazing knight. He still has a Slytherin's questionable morals, selective loyalty, practicality, and view of success as the penultimate deciding factor. His Housemates certainly complain about how he's so blunt and coarse from time-to-time, but no one can deny he still has the proper amount of ruthlessness and sharp street smarts.

An unfortunate side effect of his particular breed of independence is a certain self-centeredness. He actually considers it a positive and would argue that in some way, all people are just as selfish, they just choose to self-indulge in different ways. He's an Egoist to the bone. Oh, he won't step all over everyone and everything at the drop of a hat--he's human, not a sociopath--but if it's between putting his head on the chopping block or shuffling backwards and letting you, he'll choose the latter. Self sacrifice? No thank-you. He also values security, which means not making everyone an enemy, contrary to the popular view of the "holier than thou" Slytherin who only deigns to speak to the select few, mocking the rest at all given opportunities. All things considered, he can't afford to be as elitist as those Housemates who do act like that because of his social status, and he'll talk to just about anyone--provided they're not being stupid, in which case he'll point it out. Likewise, valuing personal security means not sacrificing his safety for the sake of a goal. Let the Gryffindors have the lofty, unachievable goals that aren't capable of reaching without putting your life on the line; he'll stick for just reaching high enough to keep himself comfortable, thank you very much. World peace is certainly a high ambition, but not the kind that appeals to Nikolas. There's single-minded, "I am the only person that matters" determination, but it's the practical sort rather than utterly insane.

He is perceptive enough to be well aware of his own strengths and weaknesses and likewise how to make them work for him. Rugby, for example. He knows he's an exceptional player--the best of the Slytherins, according to Ron Weasley--and he'd be damned if he let that talent go to waste, and so he practises until his entire body aches. The sport isn't his first love, but it's a very high priority. What he pursues, he pursues with the sort of burning and fervent passion that consumes everything. Likewise, he's exceptionally lazy when he realises he's no good at something. If you can't achieve the best, you might as well get along with as little work as humanly possible; otherwise you're just wasting your time and resources. His school marks reflect this, a combination of "excellent work" and "okay." It's for this reason one couldn't accuse him of not being ambitious simply because he doesn't aspire to be the next Tom Riddle. He's about as charismatic as a plank of wood, but he knows this and doesn't pretend to be what he isn't. What is he good at? Hitting people and arguing, and so that's what he does.

Another aspect of his personality people usually pick up on fairly quickly is that he's obsessive. Nothing is half way. "Like" or "dislike" are too mild of words in most cases, and despite the cliché of the phrase, there really is no "try" when he sets out to do something. Give it up? Why would anyone want to do that? His persistance can be as annoying as it is admirable. When he doesn't get what he wants, he'll be damned if he gives it up, even if it makes him look desparate instead of aloof and cool--which is something he's just incapable of, period. He also always, always has to have the last word in an argument, even if the foundation of his own is completely absurd, because admitting he's wrong goes against his genetic fibre. On the bright side, he'll always follow something through to the end. He's a man of his word, and if you have his attention, it's complete. He doesn't bounce around from topic to topic so much as he does sit on one and proceed to beat it into the ground and back out the other side.

It's also worth noting that if he has something, it's best not to try to take it away. He's greedy, and once those grabby hands have latched onto something, he's not about to let go. His childhood taught him that sharing is not, in fact, caring, but just a clever way to get you to give something up and leave you with the short end of the stick. Naturally, he detests people borrowing his things, but he can also be just as possessive of people as he is those items they have. He can be driven mad with jealousy by really stupid things. If he has a girlfriend, he's the sort to punch someone's lights out if they just happen to look at her the wrong way. Overprotective? Maybe just a bit. Needless to say, he can be somewhat smothering. The irony is in the fact that he hardly holds himself up to the same standards. His relationship with the fairer sex in general is dysfunctional at best--he's an an extreme (and crude) flirt that will turn just about anything into sexual innuendo, and several slaps later, still hasn't gotten any better with the ways of wooing the woman.

There's some capacity for caring in there. As stated, he is human, not a hardened sociopath, but there's still quite an exterior to smash through before he'll admit someone is worthy of actually being called a friend rather than just someone he can respect. Mind you, the latter is hard enough on its own. He doesn't keep many friends, but the few that have managed to earn both his respect and comaraderie can find a curiously loyal and worthwhile ally to have in him. So long as it doesn't interfere with his own agenda, he can be surprisingly defensive of those close. Just as he devotes himself utterly to his pursuits, so his associates can count on him not to flake out on them so long as it doesn't result in any real harm to him (read: beatings by the admittedly stronger Crabbe and/or Goyle, being dragged out into a dark alley by the mafia, et cetera.) Self-interested he is, yes, but not a complete coward, and he's more than willing to watch his friend's backs when they need it, be it mere defence in an argument or something more serious. He's like both a verbal and physical attack dog. Vengeance is an art, and he doesn't easily forgive. If one of his true near and dear are wronged, there's very little he wouldn't do.

Just don't call him out on any of that, because sentimentality makes him want to puke. Friendship isn't about unconditional loyalty or 'best friend' necklaces, it's a mutual respect and understanding, and it definitely isn't for everyone that happens to pass by. Trust is a must, and it has to be earned. If broken...well, it's best to simply not go there. He can hold a grudge like nobody's business and scruples are for the weak. Months later after someone's made him angry, he'll still be looking for ways to trip them in the halls when no one else is looking--or worse.

HOBBIES/HABITS/IDIOSYNCRASIES: Rugby season, his hobbies consist entirely of practising and playing, but he does really enjoy playing the sport regardless. He's more of a doer and a feeler than a thinker, and athletics are excellent for getting rid of some of that pent-up aggression. In odd contrast, he also enjoys reading, but his taste is the sort of trash that makes the literary elite turn green and have to run for the loo. Bring on the cheap horror paperbacks!

There are a few quirks that don't always rear their ugly heads. He's terrified of the ocean, for one, and can't stand travelling for that reason. Why? Who knows. Too many Jaws reruns as a child, perhaps. For all his manly-man posturing, Nikolas is also quite the expert sulker. Oh, he'd never cry (the horror!), but he can act remarkably like a gloomy toddler sometimes, sad puppy eyes and all. Egos are fragile, you know.

As for habits, he's acquired some rather unsavoury ones over the years, such as compulsive nail-biting and chainsmoking. He started when he was 11 for the badass factor, but being a slave to nicotine is just a fact of life these days.

INSIDE SCOOP: It's difficult to pin the "inner Nikolas" because the boy is such an open book. He can play his cards close to his chest when he needs to, but he sees no reason to hide actual aspects of who he is--people can either take it or leave it, and it doesn't bother him that they usually choose the latter. There are a few key things he wouldn't readily admit to, however.

A) He hasn't nearly the experience with girls that he boasts he does. While he'd like to be a Casanova, he's really more of an overly desperate, lonely skirt-chaser. All those hot chicks he nailed over the summer? Yeah, they don't exist. He has a hard time charming a girl into kissing him, let alone anything more than that. Tabitha is the exception; the only other time he's had sex with someone else, it was hideously, hideously bad.
B) Sometimes, late at night when no one else is around and when he's certain no one will catch him, he listens to Cradle of Filth. Yes, blacking Oscar Moore's eye really is a complicated form of self-loathing.
C) He's definitely guilty of all the 7 deadly sins, but envy is surprisingly high up the list. He knows there are things he'll never be capable of and things he'll never have, and it really drives him mad when he sees other people that aren't the same. The fact that he's not a true member of the legacy class is a real sore spot, especially considering the fact that his surname does have some history. That's one thing you simply can't immediately change.
D) Back in the day, he used to have the hots for Pansy Parkinson. There's something about a woman in power--even if they are clad in solid pink.
E) Contrary to the rest of the James Bond-mad men of Hogwarts, Nikolas hates the 007. He threatens his masculinity.

s o c i a l

FRIENDS: He's closest with House and yearmates, but he's friendly enough with the Slytherin on the whole--especially the girls (or so he likes to think.) Since he's also not exactly part of the Wealthier Than Thou elite, he's also not as averse to talking to people outside of Slytherin. The rest of his circle of friends, though sparse, is generally scattered.
ENEMIES: Jack Sloper and Cormac McLaggen, especially the former, who has the dubious honour of being his Arch Enemy. He also particularly hates Geoffrey Hooper, Ernie Macmillan, Hermione Granger, and Oscar Moore.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: He has a dysfunctional sort-of relationship with 12th year Slytherin Tabitha Rivers. It's best to not try to explain it.

Nikolas and Tabitha
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: The closest thing he's had to another relationship was with little Isabell Pinkstone, the young girl from the family down the road from the Vaiseys'. Unfortunately, Isabell dumped him before the age of five. He's managed to coerce some (usually drunk) girls into some hanky-panky since then, but his real experience with the opposite sex ends there.
CRUSH: N/A.
TURN-ONS: A pulse.
TURN-OFFS: The absence of the above.
INTERACTION: If you ignore the abuse of bad language, he also has an abundance of cheek coming right out of his arse. Factor in his temper and a habit of sulking, and he can be a nightmare for anyone to deal with. His saving grace is that he doesn't actually go out of his way to be an arse to people--he just doesn't mince words. If you're being stupid, he'll say so; however, if you aren't, well, no reason to go picking fights for the sake of them. Intentionally, anyway. Arguing can be more of a friendly gesture than an antagonistic one where his friends are concerned. He's neither kind nor wildly cruel, just the pereptual bull in the china shop.

h i s t o r i c a l

FATHER: Gareth Vaisey; 52.

A working chemist with early-onset Alzheimer's that's mainly manifested itself in strange, repetitive habits. His job hasn't caught on yet, but the family certainly has. He's a Coventry native and inherited the home the Vaiseys currently live in from his father. He's not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, but nevertheless does little more than his wife's bidding. In his spare time, he enjoys drinking and shouting at football matches on the television.

MOTHER: Elisabeth Vaisey; 51.

Stone-cold cynic with a deceptive pair of sultry doe eyes capable of a glare that turns even the most sturdy of men into jello. It's common knowledge that she wears the trousers in the marriage. When not leading her husband around with a leash, she's known to garden and redecorate the home.

SISTER: Antonia Vaisey; 16.

Knee-weakeningly pretty but sharp as a tack. 11th year Slytherin with equal talents for world domination and home making. Her mother's daughter not just in looks. Don't be fooled by her pretty face -- underneath her charming, girlish exterior beats the heart of a ruthless, sadistic maniac*. She's one of the few girls that Nikolas actually respects, and she's one of the few overall people that can exert any level of control over him. If Antonia wants something, he generally provides. (It's also worth noting that he's dreadfully protective of her, and anyone that attempts to hit on her can safely expect broken bones.)

FAMILIAR: Greebo; 15.

Gareth Vaisey originally bought Greebo for Elisabeth when Nikolas was still a toddler. It took a real liking to young Nikolas instead of his mother, however, and he's essentially grown up with Greebo as 'his' cat ever since. It's fond of picking fights with other tomcats even in his (really, really) old age--he looks rather like he was hit with a lawnmower. He has his master's fondness for the fairer sex, as well as a tendency to moult on half of Slytherin's beds. The Vaisey family doesn't own any other animals.

FAMILY BACKGROUND: The Vaisey name can be traced roughly back to the Roman conquest of Gaul. The roots solidify around the 1300s, at which point the family were wealthy French aristocrats with blueblood brides and gold in abundance. It's been something of a downward spiral since the clan was driven out of France and into the United Kingdom, but the family has survived thanks to a sense of self-preservation that overrode the belief in the artistocracy. The wealthy were preferable, of course, but here and there, a few commoners sneaking in were a fact of life. (There were the horses as well, but as they're the reason the clan no longer resides in its native France, they aren't mentioned.)

The Cattermoles, unfortunately, have no such claim to fame anywhere in their past--or present, for that matter.

PERSONAL HISTORY: Whilst no one has come up with a definitive answer for whether it starts with the chicken or with the egg, for the purposes of this story, we'll say the life of Nikolas Vaisey started with a young woman named Elisabeth Cattermole. The problem with Miss Cattermole was that she was a Slytherin born to two very poor parents and was a scholarship student through-and-through. Her saving grace was that Elisabeth also happened to be exceptionally attractive, and indeed, that is likely the only reason she was chosen above some of her wealthier peers as a potential wife. She had a desire to break away from her lower-class parentage and into high society and the opportunity came conveniently in the form of Gareth Vaisey, a young man a year above her in school who was part of a moderately respected family. Okay, so the Vaisey name wasn't drowning in money, but it had still some history and weight behind it, and tarnished silver can always be polished.

Elisabeth was a stay-at-home wife, but Gareth had chosen to do something virtually unheard of by many of his high-class peers, and that was get a job. The family didn't have any money, and he would be damned if they'd turn out like the Gaunts. He became a fairly prominent chemist for a pharmaceutical company, but after a few years a most unfortunate accident occured: Elisabeth became pregnant. Their first child was born that autumn, a bouncing baby boy named Nikolas. It became something of a trend and they had a girl shortly thereafter, and she was named Antonia. The children were raised in fairly humble means, at least compared to those of some of their future classmates. They were largely left to their own devices when it came to entertainment instead of being showered with TVs, videogames, and other gadgets and trinkets. Unfortunately, this didn't foster any particularly positive feelings between the two of them; jealousy and competitiveness lead to some extreme sibling rivalry and the pair were never fast friends in their younger years. They eventually grew out of the petty rivalry stage and into a solid mutual respect, however--they were different people, but arguably both competent in their own different ways, and it was more productive to work together than against eachother forever.

young Nikolas; the Vaisey home; young Antonia
The boy's 11th birthday was marked more than anything by a lot of impatient pacing around the house waiting for the verdict on whether or not he would be attending Hogwarts. The Vaiseys had in the past, but--horror of all horrores--being waitlisted was a real possibility. Eventually he was accepted, and the following autumn, he was in his parents' car heading to Hogwarts. His parents had told him he was going to be a Slytherin, and that's exactly where he ended up, despite Gryffindor being a frighteningly plausible possibility. What he didn't expect from his schooling, however, was that he wouldn't be welcomed with open arms. He was not impressively rich and the first few years of his education were spent proving himself "worthy" of the elite company. He wasn't a complete outcast, no, but he wasn't king of the pack either--more of a background figure making the right connections (and often grazing the black market in the process), but not so deeply entrenched that he could no longer do his own thing.

The uphill battle for Slytherin's breed of acceptance became a cake walk when he began playing sports. He was an excellent rugby player, and not only did it afford the Vaisey family a small scholarship on his behalf, but tt was suddenly much easier to get away with things. People just didn't push the jocks around, nor question them too heavily. Wanting to win at rugby and football was something that united the whole of Slytherin--and indeed Hogwarts itself--quite nicely. He was still the crass little loud boy, but he was going to do them proud.

He coasted through most of his schooling much the same. He got into trouble occasionally, and he's certainly ruffled a few feathers along the way, but mostly he's just done his own thing, and it's worked for him. He plans on playing rugby professionally, though he does have his father's aptitude for chemistry--he's lazy, but he studies. He's not stupid enough to believe that professional athletics are a done deal, and the Slytherin desire to guarantee success has driven him to keep a solid back-up plan. Even if that back-up plan is creating LSD in a basement laboratory.

a s t r o l o g y

"DARK SIDE" SCORPIO: Scorpio is a feminine, fixed water sign ruled by Pluto. It is the eighth sign on the zodiac wheel, directly opposite Taurus, and is named for the constellation Scorpio (the scorpion), which broods and plots behind the Sun at this time of year. On the dark side, this makes you an obsessive, possessive manipulator with an unquenchable lust for power and a penchant for degredation.

Power-crazed, brooding, obsessional, ruthless, intense, sexy sadists with a cake habit, you Scorpios have a heavy rep and have successfully convinced the rest of the zodiac that: a) you are sex on very large wheels; and b) no one messes with you. And that's just your Brightside. The Scorpio Darkside is darker than the rest--almost out of the Dark into a whole other dimension, a kind of soul-sucking meta dark. There is no sin, depravity, perversion, cruelty, degradation, or villainy you wouldn't consider, is there? You find it easy to contemplate turpitude, since you never fear dissolution of the self, but you enjoy watching other, weaker beings drowning in your lake of iniquity.

Didn't you always know, deep down inside your secret dark heart, that devouring the weak was your birthright, because you despise them--along with all whiners and non-copers--and when you are world dictator (if you aren't already) they will be ruthlessly put down. You play long after everyone else has gone home for their supper, and you have to have the last spiteful word, or your day is just ruined. You have never been known to apologise for anything, since it would make you look weak; nor do you grant second chances--if people let you down, they are nonpersons. You shun them (and their friends, relations, birthplace, residence, hometown, state, and country). You are up there with the Amish on shunning, only you'd throw in hanging, drawing, and quartering as well, just to see your betrayers writhe.

In fact, if it wasn't for your self-destructive streak and obsession with sex, the rest of us would be in deep doo-doo, for you will stop at nothing to get what you want, even if it means globl meltdown. Fortunately, you are often so fixed on taking things to the edge that you fall off; and you can always be distracted by lust, at least long enough for the rest of us to run away.

SCORPIO WITH MOON IN ARIES: Activates your Martian sleeper. Aggressive, cruel, ruthless, resentful, but short on subtlety, finesse, imagination, or long-term strategy.
WITH SAGITTARIUS RISING: Who would have thought a simple, meathead football jock like you would be the CIA's most effective quarterback?
ON WAR: You are the intense, brooding lone gunslinger who rides into the town with the tumbleweed, shoots the sheriff, and rides out again before you can be lynched. -- Excerpts from The Dark Side Zodiac by Stella Hyde

p e r s o n a l i t y t y p e

ENNEAGRAM TYPE EIGHT: Those looking for protection would find their personal bodyguard and more in an average to unhealthy 8. Seemingly fearless, 8s like to fight for what they feel is politically correct. However, on the low side, 8s want everyone to believe fully in their viewpoints. Don’t be surprised if their perspective is biased because they learned how to make their own rules at an early age.

On the low side, the essence of 8 is forceful power, insurmountable strength and extreme aggression. It is simply a matter of survival of the fittest for 8s and they don’t realize how aggressive they are when they are on a mission to protect. An 8 would be the first to tell everyone what to do and usually with such direct energy that everyone would immediately take heed and fall into line behind them.

Lions, kings and queens come to mind when experiencing 8 energy in all spectrums. On the low side you’ll find well-constructed barriers and on the high side an incredible tenderness and loving leadership. The healthy 8s help us understand that divine power is possible only when the good of all is the goal. -- HERE

EIGHT WITH A SEVEN WING: Awakened Eights with a 7 wing are often expansive, and powerful. Gregarious and generous, they may display a cheerful bravado. Can be forceful but with a light touch, funny. Often have a sense of humor about themselves. Generally more extroverted, ambitious and materialistic. May talk loud and be sociable partygoers. Sometimes driven to bring the new into being. Can be visionary, idealistic, enterprising. Willing to take risks. May think more clearly than Eights with a 9 wing; 7 wing brings an intellectual capacity. When more entranced, aggression combines with gluttony to form an almost virulent tendency to addiction. Many entranced Eights with a 7 wing have had drug and alcohol problems or tensions around addiction. Prone to temperamental ups and downs - can be moody, egocentric, quick to anger. Tendency to court chaos, inflate themselves narcissistically. Some are ruthlessly materialistic. Can use people up, suck them dry. Maybe be explosive or violent, prone to distorted overreaction. -- HERE

o d d s & e n d s

CLASSES: Maths, Chemistry, Physical Education.
ATHLETICS:
[MICHAELMAS TERM] Rugby (Fly-Half for the school and Slytherin teams), .22 shooting, weight training.
[LENT TERM] Lacrosse (Attackman for the school and Slytherin teams), clay-pigeon shooting, weight training.
[SUMMER TERM] Martial arts, climbing, cross country.
EXTRACURRICULARS: Amateur radio, film society.

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