Elias Everett
| Elias Everett | |
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| Gender | Male |
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| Born | 25 February 1909 |
| Died | |
| Family | The Everett Family |
| Bloodtype | Pureblood |
| Social Class | Middle |
| Hogwarts House | Ravenclaw |
| Graduation Year | Class of 1927 |
| Occupation | Student |
| Residence | Diagon Alley, London, England |
| Wand | Sycamore Wood, Horned Serpent Horn Core, 12 and 3/4 Inches, Swishy |
| Patronus | TBD |
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| Children | |
| Friends | TBD |
| Status | Alive |
Pre-Hogwarts[edit | edit source]
Born and raised in Diagon Alley, Elias' home and life have always been surrounded by the constant bustle and hum of the beating heart of magical London. His father inherited the small family business, Everett's Enchanting Emporium, which has made magical clocks and various other enchanted items for wizarding kind for generations. The shop has a small apartment above, one which is absolutely saturated in expansion charms and magic, where the family lives. As a child of the Alley, Elias knows every cobblestone, hidden path and shop in his small community intimately. Enough so that talking the owner of the icecream parlour into free treats is something well within his practiced abilities.
As the middle child, Elias has always existed in something of a strange place. His older brother Eamon will inherit the business, meaning he needs to find his own place in the world. Yet he is also not the youngest like his little sister Edith, who is doted on by the whole family. Often he hopes that he might follow in his mothers footsteps and become a Master of Charms, able to enchant items and objects with even half her skill. His inability to sit still for any extended period of time may interfere with such ambitions however.
Many afternoons of his youth had been spent hiding out in one corner or another of the shop, slowly learning about what they sell, reading books, or when his father yelled at him enough, helping to keep the place tidy and the shelves stocked. Elias struggles with talking to strangers, though is often surprisingly helpful when regular customers come through in finding what they need amongst the confusingly laid out store.
While calling the Everett's one of the old Pureblood families would be perhaps a stretch, they are very much a part of the wizarding world. They follow wizarding traditions, read the Daily Prophet and can trace their ancestry back for generations. While he would never dare to put himself on the same pedestal as any of the truly Ancient houses, Elias is proud to be a wizard and one who belongs.
One the same token, Elias knows better than to step through a portal to Muggle London. He grew up on horror stories about a great Muggle war, one that was replete with tanks, aeroplanes and untold destruction that destroyed half of Europe. In his mind, Muggles are as much bogeyman as Boggarts or Grindylows, and to leave the safety of the wizarding world as a child, especially without an adult, would be the height of folly. His knowledge of Muggles is as such all second hand and often wildly inaccurate, though he is fascinated by technology, steam trains and engines.
His worst experience growing up was visiting with his cousins at Rosemont Manor and being made to go flying. For all of his fascination with Muggle aeroplanes, broomsticks do not agree with him. A broken arm and many tears later, and he is unlikely to attempt such things again without some serious prodding. Especially as he knows how much of a fool he made of himself, in front of the other children.
Living in Diagon Alley, he has always watched the future Hogwarts students come through over the summer with a mix of excitement and trepidation. For one, he dreams of going to the school and the castle himself, seeing more of the world than the safety of the alley or heavily warded family estates. But that dream has always been tinged by the tiny and never voiced fear of "what if". The terror of being a squib, of not having the same magic as his family, is fate not worth contemplating.
