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General Information
Character Name:
Benjamin Isaiah Calvert-Duhamel
Type of Character:
Adult
Age:
30
Date of Birth:
04 November 1889
Blood Status:
Muggleborn
Residence:
Applying for Hallowspire Crescent
Family:
Mary Calvert-Duhamel | 63 | Mother | Muggle | Used to work at a textile mill, no longer formally employed but assists her husband with the shop
Frederick Calvert | 58 | Stepfather | Muggle | Shop owner and silversmith in the port district of Cardiff
Desmond Duhamel | Deceased | Father | Muggle | Merchant and sailor who fell ill when Benjamin was very young
Wallace Duhamel | Deceased | Older Brother | Muggle | Served as a soldier in the Great War, prior to which he was a sailor and fisherman
Esther Duhamel (maiden name Esther Johnston) | 35 | Sister-in-Law | Muggle | Grammar school teacher
Sylvia Duhamel | 7 | Niece | Muggleborn
Occupation:
Auror
Personality & History
Personality:
Benjamin is a deeply investigative person, always trying to solve a mystery, a puzzle, a crime. He’s good at putting things together and has an excellent sense of intuition. This is helped along by natural talent for divination (willow tree points will be invested to match this). He isn’t the sort to jump into things wands blazing, instead usually making careful, detailed plans before he acts.
He’s markedly polite to strangers and more on the reserved side, though he tends to talk nonstop (and in a somewhat crazed conspiracy-eque manner) when he feels he’s close to cracking something. He likes to read, brew healing potions, and play wizard’s chess. He prefers not to do physical exercise unless absolutely necessary. His sense of humor is dry and he often teases people he’s close to/gives them a hard time, expecting the same in return. A habit of his is that he often reads paperwork or books as he walks. He also tends to investigate his dreams obsessively, some of which are truly glimpses into the future, but others of which are completely meaningless.
History:
Benjamin was born in Cardiff, Wales in 1889 to Mary and Desmond Duhamel, shortly after the two moved into the port city. Within a year of Benjamin’s birth, his father fell ill and passed away. Four years later, his mother got married to a silversmith named Frederick Calvert. She chose to keep both her old and new surname, as some women of the time did after being widowed and remarried.
Benjamin’s older brother Wallace was already thirteen when their father passed, and seventeen by the time their mother remarried. Wallace chose not to take on the double-barreled surname, as he was almost out of the house and hardly knew their stepfather. The loss of their birth father hit him much harder than it did Benjamin, who later wouldn’t remember the man at all. Benjamin was fairly close to his mother and stepfather growing up, but not so much with his older brother, who was a full twelve years older than him and completely dissimilar in personality.
When Benjamin was young, strange occurrences happened all around him. Things would float in the air, or else he would summon a book right into his hands. Most of all, he seemed to have odd dreams and impossible instincts. One night he dreamt of a terrible fire, and the next their house burned to the ground. He once pulled his older brother back from a ledge, moments before it suddenly crumbled right where he would have been. People unrelated to Benjamin would appear in his dreams, and then he’d find himself meeting them in person.
Everything began to make sense when he got his Hogwarts letter. He was sorted into Ravenclaw and fell in love with the wizarding world. He considered it much more his own than the Muggle one, though still faced prejudice for different reasons. As a student he became motivated to learn as much magic as he could. He studied hard in school, and did well in the majority of his classes, scoring well on his N.E.W.T.s. After graduating in 1907, he began training as a professional healer, starting out as a Magical Bugs Healer-in-Training, though the job never felt quite right.
It wasn’t until Benjamin turned twenty-five that things started to change. The Great War had begun, and his older brother went off to join the war effort. That year, Benjamin had a dream of a girl dressed in black, standing by a river. A week later, he saw a report in the Daily Prophet of her mysterious disappearance. He became obsessed with the case and his own dream, wondering if there was any detail in it that could help. While he never solved it, his priorities shifted. He started to wonder if his prophetic dreams could be put to real use.
He quit his job at twenty-six and completed the three year training as an Auror by twenty-nine, having obtained the required N.E.W.T.s back when he attended Hogwarts. His niece Sylvia had developed magical leanings, and Benjamin helped her through it at his sister-in-law Esther’s request while his brother was away. It was during this training period that Wallace died in the war. Though they had never been close Benjamin mourned the loss of his brother, and felt responsible for Esther and Sylvia, who were both heavily affected by it.
Benjamin remained a Junior Auror for only a year after completing training, after which he was promoted quickly to full Auror status owing to a combination of talent and a shortage of needed Aurors after the war.
As such, Benjamin is less senior than many of his younger coworkers. His own talents lie more in the criminal investigation aspect than in fighting/apprehending. He tends to let others take the lead in that area, while he himself is often the one putting together paper trails, doing research, and taking home piles of desk work to solve.
Prompt Response:
“Sir,” a voice barked out from behind him, and then again, louder than before, “Sir!”
Benjamin glanced up from his book, having been so engrossed in a Muggle novel that he barely registered the shopkeeper’s presence. “What appears to be the problem, Mr. Hornby?” he asked, closing his book with a pang of regret and stowing it in his bag. He didn’t know the shopkeeper particularly well, but visited the apothecary often enough to have heard his name.
Mr. Hornby went red in the face. “The problem -” he began, jaw clenched so tight Benjamin thought he might crack a tooth, “Is disreputable crooks coming into my shop, stealing my lethe river water and trying to get away with it.” Mr. Hornby glared at him with obvious distaste.
Even so, it took Benjamin a moment to register that he was the one being accused of theft. His coworkers would never let him live it down if they got a false tip to come to Diagon Alley to arrest him. “Has there been a theft?” Benjamin asked with forced politeness, as though he hadn’t understood the implication. He dug out and flashed his Auror’s badge. “I’m happy to help however I can. When did the lethe river water go missing?”
Mr. Hornby’s mouth snapped shut. It opened and closed in silence a few times like a dying fish before he finally gathered himself enough to speak. “Just now,” Mr. Hornby snapped. “Off of that table right there. It had to be someone in here.” Benjamin followed the direction of the man’s finger towards a small table topped in an array of potion ingredients - minus a bottle of lethe river water.
He took in the occupants of the store. There was a man in a dinner jacket perusing ingredients along one wall, what looked to be a real designer watch dangling from his wrist. A large family was gathered in the corner, the father trying to wrangle his many daughters into not running off too far. Then there was the shopkeeper’s assistant, clearly trying to pretend she wasn’t watching as she distractedly set a stack of recipes on the very edge of the table, and they tumbled off onto the floor. And then, of course, the shopkeeper himself. Those were his four suspects (eight, counting the family separately).
Benjamin leaned down to pick up the assistant’s fallen papers, and that was when he saw it. “Yours, I believe,” he said politely, as he straightened and handed over the recipes.
“I’ve found the thief,” he announced to Mr. Hornby, walking over towards the small table, and the evidence he’d spotted. He lifted the bottle of lethe river water, which he had seen under the table when he leaned down before. “It appears to be the floor stealing your ingredients, Mr. Hornby,” he told the shopkeeper mildly.
If Mr. Hornby had looked red before, it was nothing to how he looked now.
There’s one crime solved, Benjamin thought, allowing himself the ghost of a smile as he walked out of the apothecary. A dozen more were likely to be waiting on his desk by the time he got to the Ministry.
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