Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 3:08:08 GMT -5
ford nolan esterbrook
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: "I just turned sixteen a couple of months back, March actually. The sixth."
FACE CLAIM: liam payne
YEAR: "Currently, I'm a fifth year. But, school is almost done with. So, sixth soon enough, yeah?"
HOUSE: "I'm in Hufflepuff. Second one in my family. My Aunt Lucy was first, Mum's sister. Both my parents were in Gryffindor, though."
OCCUPATION: not available
BLOOD TYPE: "Does that really matter? I'm a pureblood. There's a lot of scrutiny that comes with that, though. People sort of expect more, I feel. Most of the time, I just skirt around that in conversations. But, pureblood, yeah."
WAND TYPE: "My wand? It's ten inches, with a runespoor fang, and ebony wood. Not really exciting, no. Though, I've been told having runespoor fang in your wand is good for dealing with dark magic. What does that say about me as a person? I suppose I could use that power for good, eh? Never really considered becoming an Auror."
PETS: "For my fourteenth birthday, Dad got me a northern saw-whet owl. He's so small, brown and tan and cream feathers. His eyes are too big for his head, I swear. The poor thing can barely carry a letter. But, he's a mate now, you know? I named him Buckley."
ABILITIES: "I don't really have any special skills. Grandmum was a seer, so Mum thought I'd be too. But, besides having a keen ability to guess whether the Arrows or PU is going to win - which, honestly, PU has Oliver Wood - I'm not much good at divination."
freestyle
Ford was nervous, and he wasn't sure if that was understandable or selfish. But, he couldn't help it. His dress robes were maybe a bit too tight, though his cousins friend didn't seem to mind that, and his hands were sweating. Why was he nervous? This day wasn't even about him. Gods, he had a problem with that. With making things about him, it was probably what he considered his biggest flaw. This day is to celebrate Mum, Ford. He reminded himself, glancing at his reflection, Not about you.
If anything, he should've been checking on her and asking how she was doing. Although, he knew the answer; she was elated, thrilled, on cloud nine. Which, made Ford think maybe checking up on his Dad would be better. Because, for as much as they'd' swore that their splitting was mutual, Ford knew his Dad still loved his Mum. It wasn't some jaded, childish fantasy either. Oh, maybe if Dad still loves Mum they'll get back together. No, not like that. It was the way Carson Esterbrook looked at Molly Williams (formerly Esterbrook, ready to be Graham). It was the way he still smiled, when an owl came from her. The way he spoke about her, like she'd put the stars up in the sky. It was the way there were still pictures hung up of her, all around the Esterbrook house.
It was almost tragic, and it definitely broke Ford's heart to see his Dad, sitting in a white chair decked with even whiter lace and flowers, looking down at his hands like his world wasn't crashing. Ford stepped up behind him, a fifteen-year-old comforting a man of thirty-five. That was another justification for their split - Molly and Carson were so young, when they'd gotten together. The relationship started in school, and Carson had only just started at the ministry - working with the Committee of Experimental Charms - when Molly was pregnant with Ford's sister, Fiora. Two years later, she had Ford. He couldn't really say what went on in those four years. But, the fourteen years after that always seemed happy.
His parents didn't fight, at least not in front of the children. And, they always seemed to be smiling. In every memory Ford had, in every photograph and vacation snapshot, everyone was smiling. They were a happy family. Not to say they weren't, now. But, back then, everything seemed to flow together so perfectly. When his sister went to school, it was like he was an only child. His Mum would take him on these crazy "adventures" behind their country home. In the vast land they didn't own, but loved to explore. Sometimes, he thought maybe he'd only dreamt the happiness. But, those were pessimistic thoughts, and that's not who Ford Esterbrook was. He didn't much like to dwell on sadness - even the possibility of it.
He sighed, rubbing his hands together and patting his Dad's shoulder, "Hey, Pop. You doing' alright, yeah?"
The smile Carson Esterbrook gave his son was far from convincing. But, at least he was trying, Ford thought. He just muttered a quiet, "Doing fine, son."
Ford glanced behind his Dad, sharing a look with his cousin, Harris and shared a quick look. Potential Reason Number Two, behind the Carson and Molly split, money was tight. And, Carson hated the idea of Molly having a job - for some reason, not because he didn't think she was capable. Carson was just a proud man, and he wanted her to be equally as proud of him. But, they were raising three kids. Well, that was hardly fair. When Harris came to live with them, he was already ten. But, he wasn't much help - really, how much help could a normal ten-year-old be? - as his parents had just died. Ford winced at the memory. In fact, that was the only time he'd ever seen his Dad break down. That was his brother. That was his best friend, in the whole world. And, he was gone. Ford was nine, when the Eyepatch Man came to the door and told his parents, shoving Harris inside and leaving, shortly after. Still, to this day, he couldn't understand the Eyepatch Man's lack of compassion. Nor did he know his real name. Ford's parents sort of dropped the subject, after the funeral.
Harris shook his head and shrugged, "You need any help, mate?"
Ford said, "No. Thanks." Before standing up tall and heading back out, towards the house - the Graham house, much bigger than the Esterbrook house - where his Mum was getting ready. Tucked away in some tower like a princess, and it was a pain for him to get up there. He had to fight back Xavier Graham's four daughters, with a groan and a sigh. It's not that he didn't like his new, second family. It's just, he didn't really fit in here. In this insane house, that was too big for just the two people that'd live here, during the school year. It was too quiet and strange and full of artwork Ford really just did not care about. And, his new sisters were nothing like Fiora - which wasn't really a problem, Fiora could be a handful. The Graham Girls were just...more materialistic. That's how they were raised. And, how Ford's Mum had gotten swept up into this lifestyle, he'd never know.
He squeezed past the last sister, like some quest to rescue his mother from their keep, and peeked his head in the door. She looked at him, smiling, and then turned back to the mirror. Decked out in white, like this was her first time getting married. Ford didn't know why he felt bitter about that, perhaps he shouldn't have gone and spoken with his dad - if only briefly. He wished he could've been there, when they were married. But, it was in that two years span he knew nothing about. When Fiora was a baby and his parents didn't have to pretend they were happy.
He was still a little in denial that they ever did.
With a small smile, he stepped inside, "Are you ready for this, Mum?"
He felt like a child. Like a wide-eyed child, tugging on his Mum's dress and begging her not to. Ford only wanted her happiness - that's all he ever wanted for anyone, because it's all he ever wanted for himself. But, this just seemed rushed and confusing, and that was for him. He'd had the notion that his parents were only ever married because they thought it was right for them to be, but what was her excuse this time? And, how would this change everything? What would school be like for the newly combined Graham and Esterbrook children?
The oldest, on both sides, were recently graduated. But, that left five of them to awkwardly bump into each other in class or the common room. He couldn't be the eye-rolling son of their stepmother, not at school and hardly here. He was Ford Esterbrook, who wouldn't hurt a fly. That's how everyone saw him. But, family was also insanely important to Ford. And, these girls weren't his family - no piece of paper was about to change that. no, his loyalty was to his Dad. To his sad looking, scruffy Dad. And, Ford wasn't about to budge on that one, not at all. He would never. But, for the second time that day, Ford realized something. He was being selfish. He was thinking about how this was going to alter his reality, and not how happy it was making his mother.
He took a look around the tower, at all the pictures dangling off the walls. Some of him and his cousin and his sister, some of the Graham girls. She'd really made herself a home, here in this castle. But, tucked away on her desk across the room, Ford saw something awfully familiar. The picture of the summer before Hogwarts, when Harris had become a happier version of himself and everything was back to being happy. From when the Esterbrook family took off, Carson without telling his work - which almost got him sacked - and traveled across the globe, along a mountain trail in South America. He remembered the moment that picture was taken. How he was hanging off of Harris, because Ford was a little bit terrified of heights and they were too far up. How Fiora was poking his side, telling him she would drop him off the edge. How his Mum and Dad looked at each other, smiled and kissed when their guide snapped the picture.
Then, Ford looked at his mother, standing there in a beautiful gown, and thought about all the amazing qualities he found in himself, blessed from her. His kind heart, his warm smile and his desire for adventure. Those days in the field flashing back in segments. Then, he thought about his Dad, how he'd given Ford his bravery - however little that was - and his fierce, almost heartbreaking loyalty.
He stuck out his arm, smiling broadly at his mother, "Come along, Mum. Let's go make you Missus Graham."
If anything, he should've been checking on her and asking how she was doing. Although, he knew the answer; she was elated, thrilled, on cloud nine. Which, made Ford think maybe checking up on his Dad would be better. Because, for as much as they'd' swore that their splitting was mutual, Ford knew his Dad still loved his Mum. It wasn't some jaded, childish fantasy either. Oh, maybe if Dad still loves Mum they'll get back together. No, not like that. It was the way Carson Esterbrook looked at Molly Williams (formerly Esterbrook, ready to be Graham). It was the way he still smiled, when an owl came from her. The way he spoke about her, like she'd put the stars up in the sky. It was the way there were still pictures hung up of her, all around the Esterbrook house.
It was almost tragic, and it definitely broke Ford's heart to see his Dad, sitting in a white chair decked with even whiter lace and flowers, looking down at his hands like his world wasn't crashing. Ford stepped up behind him, a fifteen-year-old comforting a man of thirty-five. That was another justification for their split - Molly and Carson were so young, when they'd gotten together. The relationship started in school, and Carson had only just started at the ministry - working with the Committee of Experimental Charms - when Molly was pregnant with Ford's sister, Fiora. Two years later, she had Ford. He couldn't really say what went on in those four years. But, the fourteen years after that always seemed happy.
His parents didn't fight, at least not in front of the children. And, they always seemed to be smiling. In every memory Ford had, in every photograph and vacation snapshot, everyone was smiling. They were a happy family. Not to say they weren't, now. But, back then, everything seemed to flow together so perfectly. When his sister went to school, it was like he was an only child. His Mum would take him on these crazy "adventures" behind their country home. In the vast land they didn't own, but loved to explore. Sometimes, he thought maybe he'd only dreamt the happiness. But, those were pessimistic thoughts, and that's not who Ford Esterbrook was. He didn't much like to dwell on sadness - even the possibility of it.
He sighed, rubbing his hands together and patting his Dad's shoulder, "Hey, Pop. You doing' alright, yeah?"
The smile Carson Esterbrook gave his son was far from convincing. But, at least he was trying, Ford thought. He just muttered a quiet, "Doing fine, son."
Ford glanced behind his Dad, sharing a look with his cousin, Harris and shared a quick look. Potential Reason Number Two, behind the Carson and Molly split, money was tight. And, Carson hated the idea of Molly having a job - for some reason, not because he didn't think she was capable. Carson was just a proud man, and he wanted her to be equally as proud of him. But, they were raising three kids. Well, that was hardly fair. When Harris came to live with them, he was already ten. But, he wasn't much help - really, how much help could a normal ten-year-old be? - as his parents had just died. Ford winced at the memory. In fact, that was the only time he'd ever seen his Dad break down. That was his brother. That was his best friend, in the whole world. And, he was gone. Ford was nine, when the Eyepatch Man came to the door and told his parents, shoving Harris inside and leaving, shortly after. Still, to this day, he couldn't understand the Eyepatch Man's lack of compassion. Nor did he know his real name. Ford's parents sort of dropped the subject, after the funeral.
Harris shook his head and shrugged, "You need any help, mate?"
Ford said, "No. Thanks." Before standing up tall and heading back out, towards the house - the Graham house, much bigger than the Esterbrook house - where his Mum was getting ready. Tucked away in some tower like a princess, and it was a pain for him to get up there. He had to fight back Xavier Graham's four daughters, with a groan and a sigh. It's not that he didn't like his new, second family. It's just, he didn't really fit in here. In this insane house, that was too big for just the two people that'd live here, during the school year. It was too quiet and strange and full of artwork Ford really just did not care about. And, his new sisters were nothing like Fiora - which wasn't really a problem, Fiora could be a handful. The Graham Girls were just...more materialistic. That's how they were raised. And, how Ford's Mum had gotten swept up into this lifestyle, he'd never know.
He squeezed past the last sister, like some quest to rescue his mother from their keep, and peeked his head in the door. She looked at him, smiling, and then turned back to the mirror. Decked out in white, like this was her first time getting married. Ford didn't know why he felt bitter about that, perhaps he shouldn't have gone and spoken with his dad - if only briefly. He wished he could've been there, when they were married. But, it was in that two years span he knew nothing about. When Fiora was a baby and his parents didn't have to pretend they were happy.
He was still a little in denial that they ever did.
With a small smile, he stepped inside, "Are you ready for this, Mum?"
He felt like a child. Like a wide-eyed child, tugging on his Mum's dress and begging her not to. Ford only wanted her happiness - that's all he ever wanted for anyone, because it's all he ever wanted for himself. But, this just seemed rushed and confusing, and that was for him. He'd had the notion that his parents were only ever married because they thought it was right for them to be, but what was her excuse this time? And, how would this change everything? What would school be like for the newly combined Graham and Esterbrook children?
The oldest, on both sides, were recently graduated. But, that left five of them to awkwardly bump into each other in class or the common room. He couldn't be the eye-rolling son of their stepmother, not at school and hardly here. He was Ford Esterbrook, who wouldn't hurt a fly. That's how everyone saw him. But, family was also insanely important to Ford. And, these girls weren't his family - no piece of paper was about to change that. no, his loyalty was to his Dad. To his sad looking, scruffy Dad. And, Ford wasn't about to budge on that one, not at all. He would never. But, for the second time that day, Ford realized something. He was being selfish. He was thinking about how this was going to alter his reality, and not how happy it was making his mother.
He took a look around the tower, at all the pictures dangling off the walls. Some of him and his cousin and his sister, some of the Graham girls. She'd really made herself a home, here in this castle. But, tucked away on her desk across the room, Ford saw something awfully familiar. The picture of the summer before Hogwarts, when Harris had become a happier version of himself and everything was back to being happy. From when the Esterbrook family took off, Carson without telling his work - which almost got him sacked - and traveled across the globe, along a mountain trail in South America. He remembered the moment that picture was taken. How he was hanging off of Harris, because Ford was a little bit terrified of heights and they were too far up. How Fiora was poking his side, telling him she would drop him off the edge. How his Mum and Dad looked at each other, smiled and kissed when their guide snapped the picture.
Then, Ford looked at his mother, standing there in a beautiful gown, and thought about all the amazing qualities he found in himself, blessed from her. His kind heart, his warm smile and his desire for adventure. Those days in the field flashing back in segments. Then, he thought about his Dad, how he'd given Ford his bravery - however little that was - and his fierce, almost heartbreaking loyalty.
He stuck out his arm, smiling broadly at his mother, "Come along, Mum. Let's go make you Missus Graham."
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