Post by ridleycovell on Jul 29, 2011 2:16:33 GMT -5
RIDLEY BLAKE COVELL
[/color][/font]Last night I lived more than one thousand lives ;; Not one of them survived[/color][/font]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name: Ridley Blake Covell
nicknames: Just Ridley
gender: Male
age: 38
year: Alumni ;; Charms Professor
birth date: July 1st
house: Gryffindor Alumni
blood type: Half Blood
sexual orientation: Heterosexual[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description:
HAIR STYLE/COLOR:
His hair is actually light brown, though he sometimes enchants it to appear darker. When it is not styled, one will find that his hair is short, with hues of a lighter brown lacing the dark. His hair also has a few natural curls, which contribute to the mess it becomes when it is left unmanaged.
EYE COLOR:
He has a pair of unique hazel colored eyes. They are equally as intense as they are deep, and some might even describe them as mysterious or playful.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Ridley has several. He has a long scar that goes diagonally across his back, right shoulderblade. From where his father clawed him in a werewolf transformation when he was a child. This is one of the many reasons that Ridley became an animagus. He also is decorated with a couple of tattoos that serve as scars from his past, they can be found on his neck and on his forearm.
OVERALL :
He is easily recognized by his tall stature, and casual posture. He also tends to have a cheerful, confident aura about him. His demeanor is a welcoming one, though he has moments when he can be quite intimidating. He has both a healthy and nimble frame. He is dexterous, and well-practiced, and he stands at approximately six feet, two inches. He is quick as he is nimble, and also obtains a fair amount of physical strength. His skin is exceedingly pale, and one might question as to whether he has ever seen the sacred sight of the sun.
CLOTHING STYLE:
During school hours, Ridley is often spotted wearing the usual robe over black slacks, a white button-up shirt, suspenders, and leather soles. He is laid back, unless prompted to be otherwise. He dresses for comfort, and sometimes unintentionally manages to be stylish. Outside of school hours, he is commonly wearing a comfortable looking sweater, with a checkered vest. He doesn't pay much attention to fashion, once again he wears what is comfortable.
As for accessories and essentials: Ridley rarely parts with his sneakascope, or amulet that he wears for luck. He isn't particularly superstitious, but he has grown attached to these items. He carries a rosewood wand which is eleven and a quarter inches long, very pliable with unicorn hair. His wand proves itself to be quite useful for charms and transfiguration. While on the grounds he also tends to wear his old Gryffindor scarf when the weather allows. He is fiercely loyal to his old house, though he does not always show it.
ANIMAGUS FORM:
As an animagus he appears as a black panther. He had long considered becoming one, but managed to pass the test at the Ministry of Magic when he was 30 years old. He is now a registered animagus. He chose the panther for the agility, and stealth which he found useful in certain situations. What he failed to consider earlier was a giant cat isn't exactly stealthy.
play by: JACK DAVENPORT
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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mirror of erised:
fears: Spiders & Death
boggart: His biggest fear is himself.
dementor: Knowing he was nearly the cause for his sisters death when he was a child.
patronus: Butterfy - It represents freedom from the dark reality that he belongs to.
The memory is saving his sister Aurelia, and knowing she was ok.
relationship status: Single
overall personality: Ridley enjoys teaching, it is part of his lifestyle and a part that defines him. He has always enjoyed instructing others in hopes that his knowledge will spread and be able to help them in their future as full grown witches and wizards. He is very skilled in the art of Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions; though in his school years he struggled with Divination, History of Magic, and sometimes even his favorite subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts. He had long debated which subject he would learn to teach since he had a love for many of the arts, though he did finally decide to teach Charms in the end. He also enjoys reading, and studying in the library during his free time. After so many years of training, what he can still discover in the library surprises him. He enjoys older books and scrolls, things that seem to have been untouched for a long duration of time interests him greatly. He prides himself on being a scholar, though those who know him know that being book-smart does not make him a drone of useless information. He is known to show a sense of humor, as well as a support those around him. He believes theres a difference between being a scholar, and being a know-it-all. The small things in life are found to be quite satisfying to Ridley, such as: Dueling, classical music, cooking, writing music and sonnets, the great outdoors, ballroom dancing, and even the occasional bubble bath. Nobody can deny that he loves quidditch, and no position is quite as thrilling to him as the position of keeper.
Ridley, like any other being, has his dislikes. At the moment he has a strong dislike and distrust of politics and industry. He has a serious conflict with entrusting his life, or the lives of those he cares about, to a system that appears broken from a third person stand-point. He believes the Ministry of Magic has lost sight of what is important, and has lost its ability to distinguish right from wrong. He is easily angered by alcoholics who believe there is nothing in the world, save for the need to quench their thirst with idiocy. He believes it leads to nothing but trouble. He also hates liars, in his eyes there is nothing good about them. In aftershock of Dumbledore's death, his loathing of Death Eaters has increased drastically.
Ridley has many strengths and is a very expressive individual who is known for being both creative and book smart. He has a hard time deciding on how to express himself, and he usually choses to do so through music and art, sometimes even sonnets, though creativity is one of his strong suits. He is a friendly individual, though he fears getting too close to others. He becomes exceptionally loyal to those that manage to get close, which can be both good and bad. He often finds himself caring more about the person in question than they care about him, and in the end often gets hurt by giving a friendly gesture. One of his even greater attributes is that he is open-minded. He very rarely looks down on the behavior or decisions of others. In fact, he is quite on the contrary: He enjoys the company of others, and will agree to disagree most of the time.
Though he has many strengths, he also has many shortcomings. These shortcomings include procrastination, fragility and indecision. While Ridley is far from lazy, he sometimes has a hard time sticking to his agenda. Particularly when it is something he does not enjoy doing, or simply does not want to do. Such as going to the doctor, doing dishes (even though here at Hogwarts house elves are responsible for them), or even attending meetings. As for fragility, he often cares more about the person in question and in the end gets hurt because of a difference of opinion based on what kind of friendship was actually there. A broken friendship feels like the end of the world to him, and he does sometimes fall into a destructive breakdown on the rare occasion that it occurs. Indecision is something he struggles with, he has a hard time making up his mind. Whether it is what clothes to wear, who to call, what to do, what to eat for dinner, he is almost always facing a conflict of the mind. He hides it well and has learned to cope with it, but he has a harder time when facing on the spot decisions.
Also like any other man, Ridley has fears. He has a hard time dealing with spiders, though will never admit it while in the presence of a lady. He finds them creepy, and believes they have too many legs, and often wonders what there is to like about them. He cannot stand when they sneak up on him in the shower, or walk on the ceiling or climb the wall... Spiders give him the creeps. He fears abandonment, and there's nothing worse to him than allowing people close and being left. He has forced himself to keep people at a distance, but still cares a great deal about them. Others will always come first. Nothing is more frightening to him than death itself. He fears the unknown and what lies after he departs his earthly life.
His newest fear is the safety of Hogwarts and it's students. He's even planned to offer his assistance to the aurors should need be. He will stop at nothing to keep the children safe, and he is the type of man who would lay down his life to protect the children.
To sum it up, Ridley Blake Covell is a cheerful man, who is incredibly loyal to those he lets close to him. He is intelligent, and is aware of his shortcomings, though knowing about the problem is only the first step towards fixing it. He is an optimist who always looks at the glass as being half full, but still manages to maintain a serious/professional appearance in front of the students. Though nothing really stops him from getting to know them on a more personal level either, not that he would consider a relationship with them.[/color][/font]
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family: ALARIC NIGEL COVELL -
Father - 59 years old - Department of International Magical Cooperation [Werewolf]
ELISA DAY COVELL -
Mother - 59 years old - Nurse [Muggle]
AURELIA BEATRICE COVELL -
Sister - 28 years old - Professor in Training
AGIEL AGAMEMNON COVELL -
Brother - 38 years old - Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creaures
overall history: Born on July 1st in a small wizarding villiage in Ireland, Ridley Blake Covell is the middle child of the Covell family. He was born while his family had been traveling. His birthplace was called Nmenth, also known as Winters Heart, and he was born in a small bar called The Golden Dragon. His parents were 25 years old at the time and his father was the vice president for the Department of International Magical Cooperation within the Ministry of Magic, so finding a place to lodge came easy. His muggle-born mother, Elisa Day Covell, was a bit on the eccentric side and was studying to become a nurse, while working as a singer/songwriter on the side. She never made it as a musician, but she always had a good hand at the violin. Ridley learned how to play a number of instruments from her, though his best instrument was always his voice. He grew up in a small house in the Wizarding World, London. Though they traveled to Ireland every summer, to visit his fathers side of the family. Aside from the summer vacations to Ireland, Ridley had enjoyed a childhood filled with fun, before the days got dark with fear. He had kept these memories close to his heart over the years, and often remembered spending time with his brother, 4 years older than him. Growing up they often went running through the yard throwing garden gnomes, and playing with the house elves. Even though it was technically improper behavior, and they were raised to be proper gents, and had been through several seemingly useless classes from a young age. These classes included table ettiquete, ballroom dance, composition, things of this nature. It was their fathers belief that they be raised up 'right', and by 'right' he meant old fashioned, which Ridley often felt sucked the fun out of life. It was not a childhood filled with no play, however. When Ridley and his brother were old enough, their parents started to take them to the Quidditch World Cup annually to quench their third for the worlds greatest sport. It was both Ridley and Agiel's (his brothers) dream to play professional quidditch on the same team. Of course should that dream had come true they would likely have fought over who got to play keeper. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it... Agiel later applied to work for the Ministry of Magic's Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, while Ridley applied to teach Charms at Hogwarts where some of his best memories were.
At the age of 10, Ridley had lived his first real nightmare, having nearly killed his little sister while on a camping trip. He and Aurelia had strayed too far from the path, losing sight of Agiel and their parents. Bored, they decided to stop for a swim, when Aurelia slipped into the raging rapids. She was 4 years old at the time, and Ridley had been careless. He still beats himself up for this memory, as she had been hospitalized for a week in critical condition.
Events took a turn for the worse on Ridley's 11th birthday. His father had gone missing, and a ransom note had been discovered explaining his absence, and it was from the clan of Giants his father had helped unite with the wizards. It explained that Alaric had deceived their clan and played them for fools, by with holding the fact that he was an enemy to all magical creatures, as a werewolf. The Ministry of Magic, though losing respect for Alaric, paid the ransom not forgetting the treaty he had established, and the lives he had spared. After paying the ransom and liberating Alaric, he was demoted from Head of the department, but was allowed to keep his job within the department. Many wizards lost respect for him, however, because he was in fact a wolf. Unable to deal with the extreme prejudices in his work environment, Alaric was literally driven insane, and put under the care of St. Mungo's Hospital in London. Making the family move yet again, traumatized by the events. He was “Respectfully Discharged” from the Ministry of Magic, and is only allowed out of the hospitals care, once a month during the full moon.
Remembering his years at Hogwarts is hardly necessary now as he feels that he's become one with the school he so loved and adored in his youth. This reason alone maybe why he feels so compelled to fight for the schools (and students) safety. He had been a member of Gryffindor House and it was always his dream to return to his Hogwarts home. Though he never really planned on being a teacher. He had grown to appreciate the art of teaching, almost as much as he enjoyed learning.
Reminicing a bit, in his first year at Hogwarts many things had happened. Being a half-blood; Covell had been completely enthralled with Hogwarts during his first year. He had learned quickly and was top of his class in Charms and Transfiguration. He had been sincerely surprised by how much had lay hidden from the 'muggle' world. He spent much of his free time in the library at eleven years old, trying to better understand why the secret of magic should be kept. He was of the belief: If we are gifted with such magic, why not help the less fortunate? Not just muggles, but everyone. His studies were soon lost when he was introduced to the school dueling club. Since he was a first year, there had been a school decree preventing him from participating, but he was stil interested enough to be a regular spectator. He learned several techniques simply by watching more advanced students compete with each other, and his natural knack for charms had made understanding the crossing of wands quite simple. His favorite duelist was a girl from Ravenclaw house named Maya Brier. Aside from this, he spent many hours exploring the refuge of Hogwarts and the strange enchantments within it. He took advanced charms and transfiguration to better develop his talents. It was during his first year that young Covell had learned that even though Defence Against the Dark Arts had been his favorite subject, it would never be his best. Due to this realization, he had not wanted to be an auror, like all of the cool kids, but his dream was instead to be a quidditch captain. Though the fact that Ridley struggled in Defence Against the Dark Arts had significantly disappointed his father, because it had been his fathers dream that Ridley become an auror. Second to charms, nothing held his attention quite as much as quidditch.
His second year was quite as eventful as the first. He had enjoyed his first year, but found his second year much less restrictive. He continued in his advanced courses, though began to fall behind when he had made the quidditch team as 'keeper'. He was good, but generally fell victim to the Slytherin's foul play, as he had not been warned of it. During his first match, Gryffindor had won, though he had taken a broken arm. A beater from the Slytherin team had given a solid hit to a bludger, and Ridley hadn't moved fast enough. Needless to say it was a lesson learned. It seemed to be a long kept tradition to aim for the new members of the team during a 'first encounter' match. Ravenclaw had managed to break his nose, and Hufflepuff's team had tried to hit him, but at that point in time, Ridley had taken one hit too many and had learned to move. More interesting still to him this year was dueling. He had learned a few handy spellls, though they were only allowed in the dueling hall. He was a hard opponent because of his skill in charms being equal to that of a fifth year, courtesy of relentless studying and training. He was better with protective charms, but had a small arsenal of curses and hexes as well. Again during his second year, he had discovered even more of his short comings. No matter how hard he studied, he could never find anything 'divine' about divination, but not from lack of trying. He scraped by in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but in his second year had needed a tutor/mentor as well as extra attention from the professor.
Covell might tell you that the prime of his years in Hogwarts was during his third. During his third year, Covell had become a co-captain of the Gryffindor team, and had remembered (due to bad experiences) to remind the new members of the team about bludgers. His ability to keep the goals had improved over the summer, but they still lost the championship match to Hufflepuff House, who had managed to claim the quidditch cup. He was pleased, however, that it was Hufflepuff who had stolen some time in the limelight, and admittadly would have been a sorer loser had they lost to Slytherin. He passed his Defence Against the Dark Arts with flying colors, as the new study methods were more effective, yet he struggled in Ancient Runes. He grew to appreciate the secrets of magic, and of Hogwarts, though not all was high living. Being harassed by a student about the possibility of being a homosexual, Ridley had a rather rare occurance, at least for him. He had punched his tormentor in the face, breaking his nose, and earned a little over two months of detention, as well as being taken off the quidditch team for the duration of the punishment. Fortunately, he only had to sit out one quidditch match, as a result of his actions. He went back to his Hogwarts home: The Library, to continue researching various projects and subjects; including the secrecy of magic, as it still bothered him that it was secret. He did not feel that magic folk should have to hide a large part of what defined them. Lying was wrong, so how was hiding the abilities right? He even convinced the headmaster himself to release to him a pass to inspect the restrictive section for any documentation that might prove useful.When not in the library, or on the pitch, Covell volunteered to help the professors and general Hogwarts staff with upkeeep. Of course most of his volunteer work was reshelving books in the library. He also learned to balance his time with his friends. Of course he didn't see his brother Agiel much, as Agiel was out with his friends all the time since it was his last year in the school.
During his fourth year, Covell found himself being bullied because he was different by the same boy he had it out with the year before. The boys name was Chris O'Neil, and not a name he would ever forgive. He had again been mistaken by O'Neil and his crowd for being a homosexual, which had made him question his preferences. The bullying lasted until his 6th year about, though it got to be less frequent as the years progressed. He later became certain that his sexuality was straight, and is to this day quite convinced that the only reason O'Neil had cared was because he himself had problems with his own sexuality. Though Ridley is anything, but amused about even having to question his own preferences. On the lighter side, his charms had greatly improved, and he continued to study sixth year charms, relieved that the sixth years seemed kinder towards him than his peers. Ridley felt his peers only saw him as: A brainiac, goody-two-shoes, teachers pet, and rather unwelcomed by them to the school. He felt like they avoided him, though he ignored the fact most of the time and focused on his studies. He still failed to make captain again during his fourth year, but remained a co-captain. The team captain was now a seventh year, and he was most upset to lose his last quidditch cup to Ravenclaw House, though it would have been less acceptable to lose to Slytherin, as always. Ridley developed new emotions towards the duelist he favoured in his first year, Maya Brier, though he never worked up the courage to ask her out. She was a sixth year, who was in his charms class, and he could only assume tha she would prefer someone a bit closer to her age. During his charms final, he suceeded in casting a muggle repelling spell, and even managed to cast his first memory charm on a Grindylow. His interest in the Care of Magical Creatures had been temporarily heightened as the professor had introduced them to dragons. He had been disappointed when they were not allowed to get close to the creatures, and got caught sneaking into the stables to try to get a closer look. This resulted in yet another series of detentions, and a howler.
Ridley's fifth year at Hogwarts could be defined by one word, which says it all. That magic little word is 'Herbology'. For some reason unbeknownst to Ridley Blake Covell, all of his classes seemed to revolve around Herbology. His potions class required them to grow about half of their own ingredients, and even charms required the occassional herb for practice. It seemed that everything required basic knowledge in herbology. He learned to grow and harvest basic herbs and spices used in alchemy, potions, and other wizarding subjects, though his talent for harvesting was definitely not his natural knack. Aralunes had become his favourite herbology product, though he did not understand this fascination. Maybe they were just cute. He hadn't auditioned to become a captain of the quidditch team during his fifth year, though perhaps by the end of it the thought had crossed his mind. The new captain was a third year, who would sell her own mother if it meant winning the quidditch cup. He continued in seventh year Charms, as the curriculum had changed, and he felt there was more to learn. He decided in his fifth year though that perhaps becoming a professional quidditch captain was not right for him. He had begun tutoring a few other students in his Charms classes, and decided that teaching might be a better route. He loved helping people almost as much as he loved Charms, though he often found that he had trouble expressing himself, and he was very aware of how awkward it was to be in a drawn out conversation with himself. When speaking of Charms he would often get carried away and he felt he bored his company.
During his sixth year not much happened. Covell had dropped out of the quidditch team, and spent most of his time in the library again, or at the Great Lake. He also spent time with a Ravenclaw girl who he seemed to fancy at the time. It was a calm year for Ridley and he kept his studies to a minimum. He had been forced to take Advanced Charms, not that he complained. He even took the girl out to Hogsmeade, which was his first visit, and instantly wished he had gone more in the past.
Finally in his last year at Hogwarts, he spent as much time as he could where it mattered. With people he knew he'd miss. He spent less time studying as he was very confident in his abilities, and had grown into a more social individual. He studied still, but now he knew how to apply his studies in the real world. He would go on and advance to become a Professor himself, his certainty in his future was rock solid as he had tutored so many individuals that he felt he belonged in no other profession. When he graduated his father, Alaric, bestowed on him his amulet that he always wore for luck. Covell accepted it proudly and clasped it around his neck, where it still sits to this day.
It has been several years since Ridley graduated, and now he often worries about his brother now, Agiel who is working with the Ministry of Magic. With the times getting as dark as they are, Ridley is, for the first time in his life, happy that he didn't pledge his undying loyalty to the corruption that was known as the Ministry of Magic. There had been tension since the current events had occurred within the family, and he had become the black sheep because he took a different standpoint than the rest of his family. Though he knows, that this too, shall pass. [/color][/font]
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: 25
other characters: None
secret phrase: bloody hell
how you found us: Harry
Ridley Blake Covell had known the possibility was quite high that he would meet up with familiar faces, as it was the rush before term. Many parents were hustling their children around, and many more children had escaped their parents and loved ones and were browsing through sales and goods that interested them. He had remembered his first year coming through Diagon Alley, he was a half blood, and his mother, Elisa day, a nurse from the muggle world had been just as excited by the world of magic as he had been. His father had been filled with glee beyond words at the amazement brought to Ridley and his mother, exhilarated that he had grown up in a world so alien from their own, yet so much alike. He wondered in silence as to how the first visit panned out for each of his students, and non students. He had always been fascinated with the idea of entering a new world, and year after year, he would take at least an hour to watch the passerby.
He still wasn't sure that he was welcome to join the student, though he took quite a great deal of pleasure having bumped into Mr. Moxy. He wasn't sure how to explain it quite, but this particular student was easily one of his favorites, not that he played favorites. He always looked at this student with admiration, and over the course of six years had witnessed changes, and knew that their time was running in short, as he would soon graduate from Hogwarts. The thought momentarily disheartened and saddened Ridley, but it was the course of life, and of course he'd always receive owls at random from his students and his ex students alike. Though he never said it aloud, he was always sad to watch them leave, if only just a little. The students had become like his own children over the course of 7 years. He felt as though he could predict them, and desired to protect them.
He had observed the dripping ice cream slip over his students hand, which is what made him very much aware of his own ice cream melting. Still changing colors and flavors he took a slightly larger spoonful to his mouth and did not hesitate when it came down to eating his treat a bit quicker. It was common knowledge that ice cream melted, and he would prefer to look like a child than to have sticky fingers for another year. He perked his ears when Gale had mentioned that he had not been able to find a book and frowned before asking: “Which book might that be?” He wondered if perhaps he had a spare at the castle, and had made a mental note to double check for him. “It is quite a pleasure to have spotted you as well, I always look forward to see how you've grown in Charms over the summer. It seems to come quite naturally to you which is undoubtedly fascinating.”
He had a habit of speaking in strange patterns, compliments of all the strange charms books he had read over the course of the years. He blamed his light reading because for the first few years of teaching charms he found that he actually had to use a dictionary, a thesaurus, and an idiots guide to Magical Terminology while he translated his course literature. Now it was second nature to him as long as the subject was charms. He was careful not to allow his color changing ice cream to drip onto his white button up, or his suspenders. He did not really plan to change clothes before the night was over, and of course his hair was untamed as always, and unbrushed. He was not a vain man so the thought of his appearance did not seem to bother him.
Covell decided to take his chances and slid into one of the stools next to Gale. He sensed no air of reluctance to socialize, and had decided that perhaps standing up in a place like this behind a student and talking would draw more attention to the student than desired. Or maybe not, he was never quite sure of Gales opinion of being seen in public, on a personal level. His thoughts trailed back to where they were before. The first visit to Diagon Alley. He raised a brow and decided to inquire, though he wasn't sure how it would work for a conversation starter.“Forgive an old man for reminiscing, but I was just remembering my first time at Diagon Alley and my first year at Hogwarts. I was wondering what that experience was like for your generation? How old were you when you first came, and what was it like?”
He was simply curious. even the smallest generalizations could be false, nobody would experience the same thing, and Covell was sometimes a man of social awkwardness, even if it was a seemingly pointless interview. He loved to read people, and the experiences of others, and for some reason this particular question was itching the tip of his tongue. He often wondered if it was normal to take an interest to other people, or if it was considered rude or nosey. He had never ever intended to be either of these statements so much as he was overly friendly and maybe a bit socially challenged. Although he appeared confident, he was quite shy, which sometimes took others off guard. Though his poker face in front of the students radiated confidence. He always thought it was amusing how he could look one way and feel the complete opposite. Clearly, appearances weren't everything... Well unless you worked as a model on a quidditch magazine cover or something. Ridley was one to believe there was an exception to every rule. He just wasn't too partial to believe he himself was an exception. He would sooner believe himself to be average than would he adopt the semi-popular trend of believing one self is better than another. It was a riddiculous rule to live by, and he knew it.
He still wasn't sure that he was welcome to join the student, though he took quite a great deal of pleasure having bumped into Mr. Moxy. He wasn't sure how to explain it quite, but this particular student was easily one of his favorites, not that he played favorites. He always looked at this student with admiration, and over the course of six years had witnessed changes, and knew that their time was running in short, as he would soon graduate from Hogwarts. The thought momentarily disheartened and saddened Ridley, but it was the course of life, and of course he'd always receive owls at random from his students and his ex students alike. Though he never said it aloud, he was always sad to watch them leave, if only just a little. The students had become like his own children over the course of 7 years. He felt as though he could predict them, and desired to protect them.
He had observed the dripping ice cream slip over his students hand, which is what made him very much aware of his own ice cream melting. Still changing colors and flavors he took a slightly larger spoonful to his mouth and did not hesitate when it came down to eating his treat a bit quicker. It was common knowledge that ice cream melted, and he would prefer to look like a child than to have sticky fingers for another year. He perked his ears when Gale had mentioned that he had not been able to find a book and frowned before asking: “Which book might that be?” He wondered if perhaps he had a spare at the castle, and had made a mental note to double check for him. “It is quite a pleasure to have spotted you as well, I always look forward to see how you've grown in Charms over the summer. It seems to come quite naturally to you which is undoubtedly fascinating.”
He had a habit of speaking in strange patterns, compliments of all the strange charms books he had read over the course of the years. He blamed his light reading because for the first few years of teaching charms he found that he actually had to use a dictionary, a thesaurus, and an idiots guide to Magical Terminology while he translated his course literature. Now it was second nature to him as long as the subject was charms. He was careful not to allow his color changing ice cream to drip onto his white button up, or his suspenders. He did not really plan to change clothes before the night was over, and of course his hair was untamed as always, and unbrushed. He was not a vain man so the thought of his appearance did not seem to bother him.
Covell decided to take his chances and slid into one of the stools next to Gale. He sensed no air of reluctance to socialize, and had decided that perhaps standing up in a place like this behind a student and talking would draw more attention to the student than desired. Or maybe not, he was never quite sure of Gales opinion of being seen in public, on a personal level. His thoughts trailed back to where they were before. The first visit to Diagon Alley. He raised a brow and decided to inquire, though he wasn't sure how it would work for a conversation starter.“Forgive an old man for reminiscing, but I was just remembering my first time at Diagon Alley and my first year at Hogwarts. I was wondering what that experience was like for your generation? How old were you when you first came, and what was it like?”
He was simply curious. even the smallest generalizations could be false, nobody would experience the same thing, and Covell was sometimes a man of social awkwardness, even if it was a seemingly pointless interview. He loved to read people, and the experiences of others, and for some reason this particular question was itching the tip of his tongue. He often wondered if it was normal to take an interest to other people, or if it was considered rude or nosey. He had never ever intended to be either of these statements so much as he was overly friendly and maybe a bit socially challenged. Although he appeared confident, he was quite shy, which sometimes took others off guard. Though his poker face in front of the students radiated confidence. He always thought it was amusing how he could look one way and feel the complete opposite. Clearly, appearances weren't everything... Well unless you worked as a model on a quidditch magazine cover or something. Ridley was one to believe there was an exception to every rule. He just wasn't too partial to believe he himself was an exception. He would sooner believe himself to be average than would he adopt the semi-popular trend of believing one self is better than another. It was a riddiculous rule to live by, and he knew it.
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