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oscar boot @ thegarden
in the window pane, it's the human

ooc.
Name: amanda.
Age: eighteen.
contact info: mon nander on aim.
experience: six-ish years, countless boards/sites.
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character.
Name: Oscar Phillip Boot.
Age/Birthday: Seventeen / 27 March, 1925
House/Year: Ravenclaw, seventh.
Bloodline: Muggleborn.
Personality:
Oscar Boot is hardly a complex character, in his own right. At a mere seventeen years old, it is a given that he is still learning and developing as a person. There is a growing pressure for children and adolescents to grow up sooner than they'd like, and the muggle world war is certainly not helping any. Despite these varying factors against him, Oscar has a lot of growing up and filling out to do just yet. Being a ripe, healthy seventeen year old young man is fun and much much preferred over being a seventeen year old old man. He has wants, needs, desires. They are tangible and in the form of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Oscar is bumbling, awkward, untactful, gullible and generally socially inept (or, at least, compared to other Hogwarts students of his age). By no means is he hopeless - he can hold conversations, make friends and interact with others well, he just has a knack of putting his foot in it at the worst time, or saying something (with good intentions, of course!) that offends another. When pressured, shy or nervous, this is ten times worse. Stuttering, wringing of the hands, stumbling, blushing the loveliest shade of crimson, it's all there. By now though, most of his friends had gotten used to his ways and don't take the mickey out of him or embarrass him even more. With other students though, especially the odd nasty Gryffindor, it was a different story.

His highest achieved grade in Hogwarts was an E. It was just one, a lone O.W.L. in Transfiguration, but he was proud of that E and continues to work towards some more before his time in Hogwarts is up. Not your typical Ravenclaw, Oscar tries and tries his best to study, to strive and to learn. Hours of his schooling life were and still are dedicated to poring over textbooks, writing countless feet of essays and gratefully accepting friends and acquaintances' help with subjects. He enjoys learning; magic is oh so fascinating and he often and unintentionally gets into long and in-depth conversations with other wizards and witches about their lives, hobbies, loves, family, home-life. It interests him. He just loves learning whether it be about academia, spells, places, people. That was what the Sorting Hat saw, and while some students questioned its sanity and ability to do its own job, Oscar felt right at home in Ravenclaw.

What with being a heart-on-your-sleeve kind of guy, it is expected that he does not keep his problems to himself. Following the words of his late mother, Oscar often sought advice and words of comfort from friends and family when he was having a hard time with things, whether it be school-life, thinking about the war, or anything in between. He tried not to bother the same people often, but it was quite difficult - he often confided in his twin brother. He also has a bit of trouble with girls. If there happen to be any signs (or harmless gestures that he interprets as signs) that somebody likes him and he knows it, he will always feel too shy and too incompetent to act on it and make an honest woman out of her.

Family:
Father: Albert Boot was just 33 years of age when he was killed during service in 1940, when Oscar was 15 years old. As with most sons, Oscar looked up to his father and admired his pride, courage and determination. He learnt a lot of things from him, the usual things a father feels obliged to tell his son, and misses his father frequently.
Mother: Kitty Boot (neé Wheeldon) died in the Blitz bombings of 1941 in London. Oscar's relationship with his mother wasn't nearly as good as with his father. She was pretty much just there, ingrained into his memories and thoughts - plodding along in the background. She would put a plaster on his knee, make his food and occasionally tuck him into bed, but other than that she just played the role of his mother.
Siblings: Alistair Boot is Oscar's twin and is older than him by only a few minutes. Currently in Gryffindor and also, obviously, in his seventh and final year. The two are like any other twin brothers - they get on spectacularly and very much like a house on fire some of the time, and argue some more of the time. It was the circle of brotherly life. Fighting, being idiots, sticking up for one another, arguing a lot... It was nice. They were all one another had left.
Extended family: Great Uncle Walter is Oscar's current legal guardian. Very shortly after the start of the second world war, Oscar was among some several million evacuated from major towns and cities to the countryside in an effort to keep as much of Britain's future as safe as possible. He was still at Hogwarts at the time, but he was exceedingly lucky (a trait that presented itself often in Oscar's case) and was put in the care of one Walter Williams. While it took them a while to form any kind of relationship, he and Oscar are quite close at this point.

History:
Albert and Kitty met in London when they were both very young and as practically children themselves, didn't really know the meaning of self-control and discipline. With an active sex life, it was only a matter of time before Kitty became pregnant with Albert's first and last son - Oscar. As was etiquette in the 1920s, the two immediately got married and soon after had the joys of being children with a child of their own. It was difficult for them to manage - neither were from a wealthy background - as young adults with a child. They had no experience but both tried very hard to raise their son in a happy and stable home, which was quite a feat just after a war - especially with millions in Britain fighting for employment.

The two, with the help of love, prevailed in their task. Oscar and his brother grew up to be healthy young boys, if not causing some odd things to happen every once in a while, which the Boots were suspicious about, but soon forgot. They had little money, but were in the same boat as half of London at the time and so Oscar was never the subject of any teasing or bullying. As parents often note, their little boys grew up so fast and before they knew it, were turning eleven years old. Of course, a certain letter is due around that time of wizard's life and this was no different.

After hushed and hissed arguments, and sometimes even a shout-y one, two very cynical parents agreed to let two very excited children attend this mysterious boarding school. It seemed prestigious and the letter just emitted the shiny words 'good education'. They packed the young Boots off to Scotland and carried on with their lives as normal, exchanging the occasional letter with their son. Hogwarts was the most exciting thing to happen to a young muggleborn boy, and it seemed as though the first few years there flew by with the blink of an eye.

In his fifteenth year, Oscar received two life-changing letters. One was the notification of his father's death, which shook his world terribly, and the other was the notification of his new home address and guardian. Because he was in Hogwarts at the time of evacuation, he was allowed a weekend to visit his new home and meet his guardian - Walter Williams (luckily for him, he and his brother had been kept together). He is a fairly wealthy middle-aged man - not filthy rich, but nothing like Oscar's family. It took them a while to do any bonding of any kind, as Oscar had revealed to him his wizarding nature very early on - in the first weekend of meeting, to be precise. Perhaps it wasn't the smoothest move, but liked to do things sooner rather than later and feared that he couldn't have pulled off so much lying any way.

It took a while for traditionalist Walter to come around to the idea of Oscar's wizarding side, but they exchanged letters and slowly but surely began to grow quite fond of one another. By this time, Oscar's mother died too, which made their friendship only grow stronger. Mr Williams was the only family that he had left, and Oscar liked to cherish him. He was a tad jealous of his relationships with the other muggle evacuees that stayed at Walter's home, but nothing could be done about it.

Now entering his seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Oscar Phillip Boot was scared, excited, happy, anxious and a general kerfuffle of emotions.

Likes:
- gardening and consequently herbology
- steam trains
- friends and Great Uncle Walter
- yorkshire puddings
- cigarettes
- learning new things ("every day is a school day!")
- conversing
- fun things
- documenting trivialities
- writing lists
- spiders

Dislikes:
- not having parents
- the second world war
- being safe in hogwarts when so many people do not have the same privilege
- being so darn shy/nervous sometimes
- cats
- beaters
- summer

PB: Henry Cavill.
Anything else you feel is important: uh, whoever wants to play his brother: sorry. if you want some things editing, within reason, i'm more than happy to. relationship, things related to walter etc. or even if they were separated if you prefer that. idk.

writing sample.

first person.

I'm oh so pleased to be back at Hogwarts. Don't get me wrong, I had a decent summer but coming back to Hogwarts will never be out-done, will it? I'm frightfully disappointed that this will be my final year here, though. I've learnt a lot here. Can't wait until the roast dinner on Sunday and many more to come after that!

third person.

One extremely proud Oscar Boot strolled the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a bit of a skip in his step. To be quite honest, he wasn't sure the castle or the grounds had ever seemed so beautiful to him before today; which was odd - he had just begun his sixth year here. Perhaps the whole 'seeing through different eyes' thing was correct. Last time he'd been here, he had never gotten an E. Now? That's right. Oscar got an E in his Herbology O.W.L and he was mighty proud of it. Despite his shyness and inability to string a sentence together when in front of a pretty girl, he was telling anybody who would listen (and some that wouldn't) about his achievement, even though everybody's results were old news by now. He didn't mind though. Nobody could take this away from him.

Bowing his head slightly to enter his common room, he finally felt that one bit closer to being a Ravenclaw, to be able to proudly claim that he was indeed a Ravenclaw and nobody would think to question it. He smiled broadly to himself, before scanning the large room for any familiar faces to have a chinwag with. Alas, there was none. He supposed everybody was in the Great Hall. No matter. The comfiest and most sought after seat in the room was free, beckoning him enticingly. Who was Oscar to resist temptation?