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Student Application: Evander Whistler - Evander Whistler - 09-29-2025
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General Information
Character Name:
Evander Whistler
Age:
14
Date of Birth:
03/03/1906
Blood Status:
Pureblood
Residence:
Whistler Manor; near Brighton, East Sussex
Family:
The Whistler family is a family of purebloods mostly known for their contributions to Divination and the extension of communion with the dead. Many of their ilk have been known to be prophesiers, mediums, and communicators with the dead. Their family has fallen on harder times since the turn of the century, having sided with the previous administration and suffering for their investments.
And, most unfortunately, much of their hopes for reclamation lie on the lithe shoulders of one Evander Whistler.
Personality & House Preference
Personality:
There is a keen sense of ambition, envy, and vitriol that exists bottled up beneath the surface. However, it is buried deep beneath his clumsiness, anxiousness, and foggy headedness. Most commonly known as Evan, he is known to be a boy who spends most of his time daydreaming or failing at something, much to the annoyance of his peers.
History:
"Can you not see?"
Her eyes were bleeding.
"Evie, my love."
He woke up, shaking the cobwebs and the sense of distortion that came from leaving a recurring dream that he could not remember. Most of his mornings had him waking up the same way, as if peeling his eyes open felt more like peeling his skin free.
Evan was a morbid sort of fellow. He liked bad jokes and worse punchlines. He liked the sound of a missed note lost within the harmony of an orchestra. He lived for badly brewed potions and the knowledge that his mishappen, internal clock would never let him concentrate or focus well enough to do so correctly. He existed of his time and out of it, sometimes preferring badly played music because it sounded so much like what was to come. Sometimes he laughed when most inappropriate, because violence was only perspective for magical kind when muggles had spent half a decade finding brand new ways to slaughter one another.
And, in the face of that, it was rather difficult to remain sane.
For three years, he instead managed to be the butt end of many jokes.
Whistler's Theory, that a boy with such a surname only ever created chaos. Originally, the Whistler name tied to his family's ancient reputation to be able to commune with the dead or the many prophecies whispered aloud by dead relatives.
This year, Evan simply hoped he'd manage more than being able to read tea leaves or palms. This might be the term he could finally pass a class with better than an average grade. Or if he could just manage to get his foot free of his mouth. He didn't have many friends, especially after all that turmoil from the aftermath of the Ministry spectacle. He'd lost the few he had to his bad habits, and it was suddenly catching up to him.
Maybe, just maybe, he might actually have to start living in this world instead of the far better one that existed in his own head.
House Preference:
Slytherin
Year Preference:
Fourth
Prompt Response:
Evander Whistler.
Only his mother had ever called him Evander.
The words were written in rushed, black ink, as if the writer couldn't bother with swooping the letters correctly. When you were expected to go to Hogwarts, Evan assumed that the people writing their letters a hundred at a time probably got tired on some occasion. Or, more likely, the magic they were using to go through all those letters at a time, floating quills dancing to the weave of magic that bound them all, could sense the name as it wrote it and shuddered at the effort.
And yet, it was there, held firmly in his father's hand as he held it out for him to open. This was supposed to be a moment; one a boy would not soon forget. An important impasse, a mark of the change that would tear him from his nest to see if his wings were ready to fly.
All it filled him with was dread.
He liked his things. He liked even more having to do little to get those things. He did not like responsibility, the simple things a wish, privileged youth was asked to do when fed by silver spoons and golden plates. He liked getting his way, a task ever easier when his home was only his and not when things had all began to change.
"Well?" His father asked, having noticed that Evan hadn't taken it yet.
"This'll be good for you. Get you out of this place. Let you finally put her to rest."
It was easy to say that when his father had already remarried and his stepmother was a few weeks from popping out his half-sibling. His backside was still smarting from the last time he'd misbehaved, a call for attention met with a leather kiss.
After the initial flinch, Evan reached out and took the letter. He tore through the folded part with his finger, letting it fall as he opened the sheet of parchment that read the words every magical child had experienced for centuries.
He wasn't very impressed. Not much did. He sighed, folded it back and further until the parchment was as thick as it was small, and then pushed it into his pocket.
"Would that be all, father?"
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Student Application: Evander Whistler - Gideon Blackwood - 09-29-2025
Evander Whistler,
We are pleased to announce you have been accepted into this coming term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry!
We look forward to seeing you around the castle.
Signed,
Gideon Blackwood