Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 19:54:42 GMT
Ivan Braginski
Male | 17 |
Russian | Pansexual |
191 cm | 92 kg |
Halfblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Ask any other student in Hogwarts, and they'll have plenty to say about one Ivan Vyacheslavich Braginski.
"The tall creepy kid?"
"The huge Russian?"
"That guys smiles too much - and it doesn't look real."
"Did you see what he did to that one kid? Didn't even use his wand."
"He could use it though - I saw him curse that one kid into the infirmary - looked painful."
"He's strange - you can't really tell what's he thinking - always smiling and yet he can be so angry. Wonder why he's not expelled."
A puzzle, to say. Truth is, if asked personally, Ivan himself wouldn't be able to give a straight answer. He'd say he's loyal, hardworker who values honesty, enjoy reading about muggle space exploration, and that his favorite hobby is Wizarding Chess. He won't speak of being lonely, of smiling because he heard Westerners do even if they don't feel happy, and he won't speak of the way he feels like he swings between two sides of himself constantly - or how he often feels unstable, carried and overwhelmed by his own emotions.
Essentially there;s a side of Ivan where he retreats into a “childlike” mode of being. When in this state of mind, Ivan is more likely to see many things in a “safe” childlike manner. His usual manner of processing, and as Ivan is quite intelligent, becomes accustomed to see things in a naive manner, in black and white rather than seeing complexities in situations.
There's little nuance in this attitude - and yet he's at his most idealistic in this state.
Perhaps this accounts for his cruelty. It is not a complex cruelty with extremely serious motivations, and like a child, Ivan doesn’t understand the consequences of his actions because unlike a child, he is not generally seriously reprimanded for them
He’s also childish about his relations to people, possessive and yet insensitive to people. However, he does have a strong idea on friendship, willing to do almost anything for friends and placing enormous amounts of trust in them, as common back home. He gets annoyed when people aren’t willing to do the same. He’s actually shy around people who aren’t his friends, but in his childlike state, perceives almost everyone as a friend. When he’s just a bit more in control of himself he actually tends to silently withdraw from conversations with people he doesn’t feel close to. Of course, Ivan wants friends, but he’s also so used to being left alone by so many people, basically being the kid who got told to play hide and seek and not being sought out, that Ivan knows he can handle loneliness - despite hating it. However, it does very little for his mental or emotional stability.
However, Ivan, when in real control of himself, tends to be more moody and withdrawn. He’s contemplative and constantly analyzing something or someone. He’s prone to see people as immoral, though he recognizes their complexities. Whereas his childlike state sees in black and white, Ivan himself understands that nothing is that simple. His childlike state tends to come into play when he goes through periods of extreme stress and depression.
Still, both states of his have things in common. No matter what, Ivan is very forceful when wants something and he will strive to no end to get it. He’s also quite competitive. Ivan refuses to accept “second best” on most occasions and simple things can come off as a challenge to him. Compromise is a foreign term for him. He’s very determined (unafraid of working), patient (and clever) enough to plan out his vengeance on those who cross him, though it is his childlike state that's easier to provoke into outright confrontation - and more likely to forgive as well.
But Ivan has many good points about himself that perhaps are overshadowed by an intimidating physical appearance and a fragile mental state. He’s an extremely loyal friend and expects the same loyalty from his friends. Family members hold priority over most things in his life as he feels that families in general should be very close. If a friend or family member is in trouble, Ivan is one of the first people to be there to help.
He’s also quite hard-working and unafraid of toil. In fact, he finds it rude that many people look down on hard labor which he finds noble himself. For all his problems, he’s someone who appreciates and loves good company and times, and tends to bloom when truly in the presence of friends and family who like and accept him. Most of the time he tends to definitely be the alpha male of the pack and try to provide for everyone in his little group. And despite his own anger problems, he’s quick to try and resolve problems between his ‘friends’ quickly.
He's also superstitious - things like the wrong number of flowers in a bouquet, someone saying a certain name in vain tend to illicit many superstitious reflexes in Ivan. Sometimes he grabs a pinch of salt and throws it behind his back, or sometimes he makes a spitting sound.
He has a fondness for muggles things - definitely strange for a boy raised in a magical household. Generally, he's very interested in the muggle exploration of Space, as well as science fiction and mystery stories. This has also expanded into a small hobby, when not playing chess, of attempting to mess with some muggle technology and make it work within Hogwarts - with varying results, and of course, sometimes detention. Of course anyone who would look down on him for such interests would find themselves on the other end of Ivan's very skilled wand.
"The tall creepy kid?"
"The huge Russian?"
"That guys smiles too much - and it doesn't look real."
"Did you see what he did to that one kid? Didn't even use his wand."
"He could use it though - I saw him curse that one kid into the infirmary - looked painful."
"He's strange - you can't really tell what's he thinking - always smiling and yet he can be so angry. Wonder why he's not expelled."
A puzzle, to say. Truth is, if asked personally, Ivan himself wouldn't be able to give a straight answer. He'd say he's loyal, hardworker who values honesty, enjoy reading about muggle space exploration, and that his favorite hobby is Wizarding Chess. He won't speak of being lonely, of smiling because he heard Westerners do even if they don't feel happy, and he won't speak of the way he feels like he swings between two sides of himself constantly - or how he often feels unstable, carried and overwhelmed by his own emotions.
Essentially there;s a side of Ivan where he retreats into a “childlike” mode of being. When in this state of mind, Ivan is more likely to see many things in a “safe” childlike manner. His usual manner of processing, and as Ivan is quite intelligent, becomes accustomed to see things in a naive manner, in black and white rather than seeing complexities in situations.
There's little nuance in this attitude - and yet he's at his most idealistic in this state.
Perhaps this accounts for his cruelty. It is not a complex cruelty with extremely serious motivations, and like a child, Ivan doesn’t understand the consequences of his actions because unlike a child, he is not generally seriously reprimanded for them
He’s also childish about his relations to people, possessive and yet insensitive to people. However, he does have a strong idea on friendship, willing to do almost anything for friends and placing enormous amounts of trust in them, as common back home. He gets annoyed when people aren’t willing to do the same. He’s actually shy around people who aren’t his friends, but in his childlike state, perceives almost everyone as a friend. When he’s just a bit more in control of himself he actually tends to silently withdraw from conversations with people he doesn’t feel close to. Of course, Ivan wants friends, but he’s also so used to being left alone by so many people, basically being the kid who got told to play hide and seek and not being sought out, that Ivan knows he can handle loneliness - despite hating it. However, it does very little for his mental or emotional stability.
However, Ivan, when in real control of himself, tends to be more moody and withdrawn. He’s contemplative and constantly analyzing something or someone. He’s prone to see people as immoral, though he recognizes their complexities. Whereas his childlike state sees in black and white, Ivan himself understands that nothing is that simple. His childlike state tends to come into play when he goes through periods of extreme stress and depression.
Still, both states of his have things in common. No matter what, Ivan is very forceful when wants something and he will strive to no end to get it. He’s also quite competitive. Ivan refuses to accept “second best” on most occasions and simple things can come off as a challenge to him. Compromise is a foreign term for him. He’s very determined (unafraid of working), patient (and clever) enough to plan out his vengeance on those who cross him, though it is his childlike state that's easier to provoke into outright confrontation - and more likely to forgive as well.
But Ivan has many good points about himself that perhaps are overshadowed by an intimidating physical appearance and a fragile mental state. He’s an extremely loyal friend and expects the same loyalty from his friends. Family members hold priority over most things in his life as he feels that families in general should be very close. If a friend or family member is in trouble, Ivan is one of the first people to be there to help.
He’s also quite hard-working and unafraid of toil. In fact, he finds it rude that many people look down on hard labor which he finds noble himself. For all his problems, he’s someone who appreciates and loves good company and times, and tends to bloom when truly in the presence of friends and family who like and accept him. Most of the time he tends to definitely be the alpha male of the pack and try to provide for everyone in his little group. And despite his own anger problems, he’s quick to try and resolve problems between his ‘friends’ quickly.
He's also superstitious - things like the wrong number of flowers in a bouquet, someone saying a certain name in vain tend to illicit many superstitious reflexes in Ivan. Sometimes he grabs a pinch of salt and throws it behind his back, or sometimes he makes a spitting sound.
He has a fondness for muggles things - definitely strange for a boy raised in a magical household. Generally, he's very interested in the muggle exploration of Space, as well as science fiction and mystery stories. This has also expanded into a small hobby, when not playing chess, of attempting to mess with some muggle technology and make it work within Hogwarts - with varying results, and of course, sometimes detention. Of course anyone who would look down on him for such interests would find themselves on the other end of Ivan's very skilled wand.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]The story of one Иван Вячеславыч Брагинский begins in the city of St.Petersburg in Russia, born to two Russian magical parts, both half-blood, and yet both from very ancient magic lines. However, due to the events in the past century, unlike most magical societies, Eastern Slavic wizarding society was affected by changes in culture and government just as muggle society - the extremely complicated hierarchical blood purity system dismantled.
Despite the families existing, there was a mandate to end 'blood purity' and all associated attitudes - though recently, there has been an effort to retain some of the more prohibited wizarding traditions that were discarded in favor of assimilation to muggle society.
Ivan was born to parents who were very eager to rediscover their roots and thus had little contact within his house with the muggle world, except for a squib nanny. He had a rather comfortable early childhood, being the middle child and only son with sisters.
That is until school happened. Always a fairly large kid, Ivan entered school at seven expecting to finally be able to make friends that were not his sisters. What he found instead was that children, to put it fairly, were cruel.
At first it was due to his size. Such a large kid was obviously intimidating - that it is until they realized how easily Vanya would cry if teased or pinched. But also that he was desperate to make friends and thus would never say a harsh word back to his bullies - until his father, Vyacheslav, found out. Angered by his sons inability to defend himself, he tried to encourage Ivan to at least try and fight back.
Technically he never really did, not of his own will. The magic just...burst.
It happened when he was eight years old, the age most magical children show their magical abilities. At that point Ivan had already been exhibiting some of the signs - by levitating his sister's doll for her entertainment, and turning his nanny's apron a garish neon green. Mostly accidental things, and of course, rather harmless.
The day the incident happened was nowhere as innocent. Ivan had been suffering under the teasing of a certain boy, Pavlik, and his group all day. Crumpled papers thrown at the back of his head, pinches under the desk, and he was still smarting from the gum the boys had stuck in his hair the week before. He angrily stewed over the bullying all day, finally confronting the boys after school let out, threatening to go to the teachers if they didn't ease up. This was met with laughter, as snitching generally is among schoolchildren.
That's when it happened, the first incident. Pavlik had been laughing so hard at him, and Ivan just saw red. All the rage and loneliness of the past year, his hopes for school, just boiled over in the form of the large water pipe detaching itself from the rest of the piping andflyingtofalling on the laughing boy.
He lived.
Barely, but the boy survived. The adults, horrified, took it in stride. It was an unfortunate reality of bullying magical children - and Ivan insisted he hadn't meant to hit him - so there was no punishment besides Ivan's powers now being closely observed for any other 'outbursts' that could happen. The children didn't see it that way. Whereas he had been an easy target for the children earlier, now he was ignored and feared. Not one child who had seen what he had done on that schoolyard would provoke him.
It was a stifling loneliness, being treated as if he didn't exist. The incident had changed Ivan as well. Whereas he used to bottle up all his feelings, in order to avoid exploding like that again, he let his temper fly loose and fast. So even if they wanted to ignore him they couldn't - his fury, his fists were his new tools as Ivan discovered a non-magical strength that had been lying wait inside of his body.
Time went on, and soon came the time for Ivan to choose where he wished to go to school. Ivan’s parents were rather set on Durmstrang, as the standards and teaching at Koldovstvoretz had…’fallen’ since the 1920s, and Durmstrang afforded a great deal of prestige without exposing Ivan to more muggle thought. Despite the history of fighting and the incident as a child, the man who came to examine him from Durmstrang seemed to feel that the school was a great fit for Ivan, a right fit indeed. Ivan even looked forward to it, a chance to escape the pariah status that had plagued him home in Saint Petersburg. A place to learn how to be proper Kaldun (sorcerer).
And for a small while it worked. After a rather unnerving interview with the headmaster, which Ivan merely smiled at the other before making his own ‘suggestions, he was sorted in Jord. Initially, Ivan found that Durmstrang was nice at first, despite being as cold as his home city (he would have preferred somewhere warmer), and his house was full of solid people who didn’t mind being packed together.
But Ivan soon discovered that Durmstrang was, perhaps, the worst place to be him. While many Wizarding schools had houses and competition between them, Durmstrang was notorious for encouraging rivalries, turning blind eyes to any unscrupulous methods the pupils could be using. Fighting, magical or physical was sometimes outright ignored in favor of keeping the rivalry system. Such an atmosphere could bring out the worst in someone, and for Ivan, it very much did. He grew a competitive streak, a relentless need to prove himself and that he was better. All for the glory of Jord, all so his housemates would approve and treat him with respect, with love.
And if he had to break a few bones along the way? (he did)
But the past catches up with people and it spread like moss in his new home, whisperings of what he had done as a mere child, and that there was a boy in Russia who couldn’t walk without a cane thanks to him and his shoddy control.
Around this time Ivan got sloppy and fought with an upperclassmen, a well-connected one not shy of actually going to the school authorities. He ended up costing many points for the house, and soon the quakes of Jord all turned their backs on him. He was deemed ‘too much trouble’ for the rest of the house, with such a history and a tendency to cause problems. Once more, Ivan Braginski found himself utterly alone.
He’d played pariah years before, but now in the middle of his third year, Ivan found that it hurt too much to suddenly be treated like this. He wanted to lash out, badly, but instead he just folded in on himself, and retreated into a 'happier state' – like a child. The behavior was noticed by the administration of Durmstrang and they contacted the Braginski family. Ivan barely managed to make it to the end of the year before he was whisked back to Russia so his family could figure just what to do with him.
There was only one voice that Ivan heard greeting him back that actually wanted to help him get better. His squib nanny, Zhenya, had never exactly been happy with how his parents handled him, and back from Durmstrang, took the opportunity to try and set him straight. That first week back she waited until his parents were busy before taking him to see a specialist. A muggle therapist. Understanding that this was to be done in secrecy, Ivan played along, changing the magical details of his memories to be something more mundane. And it felt nice to be listened to.
It went on for a couple weeks before Ivan’s parents found out. The therapist had even been floating a diagnosis towards him, something called ‘Borderline Personality’, before the session was intruded by the rather livid Mr. and Mrs. Braginski. Furious at their children’s nanny for introducing them to such muggle ‘nonsense’, they fired Zhenya and forbid any contact between her and the children. With Ivan, they canceled any other sessions he may have had – despite his pleading that he really wanted to continue attempting to sort his issues out.
That was probably the first time Ivan had let his anger out on his family. He hadn’t hit or cursed them, but they felt his fury in through his words regardless. And as much as they wouldn’t budge on allowing him to delude himself with mundane sciences, Ivan wouldn’t budge on something else entirely – attending Durmstrang. He refused to, refused to go back to that school, no matter the consequences. And entering any school as a fourth year was a nightmare anyhow.
Luckily, Ivan’s mother had a cousin living in Edinburough, and said cousin was willing to try and see if the ‘problem child’ could be transferred to Hogwarts, due to haven taken English for several years by that point. Ivan was nervous, of course, at the idea of another school and even moving to another country, but it was something new, something better than what he was leaving behind. Even more surprising, Durmstrang sent over his records with little mention of any disciplinary action, probably seeing this a tidy way to rid itself of a problematic student.
And come the end of August, Ivan was riding a train to castle in Scotland.
Hogwarts was beautiful, majestic in a way Durmstrang had never managed to be. Despite the culture gap, Ivan found it pleasant and hoped, very much, that he could finally make his place here. And so when the old hat landed on his crown and spoke of all his desires, like wanting to be better, and yet wanting nothing more than friends, of willing to work hard keep them if he could only have them – Ivan spoke to it in his mind. The green snakes were nice, of course, but he could see on their faces that they were like him, more of the same. It was golden badgers he dreamt of on that train ride, of a home. And to end it all, he said, “Please.”
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The smile Ivan wore wasn’t fake.
His problems were far from solved after his sorting. Adjusting to a new school, country, and culture was extremely hard for him. And while the Hufflepuffs were much warmer than the cold mountain children of his old house, they didn’t warm up him either. Partly, it was Ivan’s fault, as he did slip up a time or two in his first year there. But they didn’t outright ignore him most days. Sometimes, to his surprise, a face or two might even nod in his direction during dinner and lunch, a face not even belonging to his table.
He still has yet to find that ‘home’ he was searching for when he first came to the castle, but Ivan can’t imagine being anywhere else. In his sixth year he might have even sort of made a friend or two! Of course with the rumors that soon the Triwizard Tournament will arrive in their halls, Ivan can’t help but feel nervous. His last year as a student, last chance really, and yet some familiar faces might arrive back to ruin it?
Ivan supposes he’ll greet his old year-mates as he does everything else – with a smile.
Despite the families existing, there was a mandate to end 'blood purity' and all associated attitudes - though recently, there has been an effort to retain some of the more prohibited wizarding traditions that were discarded in favor of assimilation to muggle society.
Ivan was born to parents who were very eager to rediscover their roots and thus had little contact within his house with the muggle world, except for a squib nanny. He had a rather comfortable early childhood, being the middle child and only son with sisters.
That is until school happened. Always a fairly large kid, Ivan entered school at seven expecting to finally be able to make friends that were not his sisters. What he found instead was that children, to put it fairly, were cruel.
At first it was due to his size. Such a large kid was obviously intimidating - that it is until they realized how easily Vanya would cry if teased or pinched. But also that he was desperate to make friends and thus would never say a harsh word back to his bullies - until his father, Vyacheslav, found out. Angered by his sons inability to defend himself, he tried to encourage Ivan to at least try and fight back.
Technically he never really did, not of his own will. The magic just...burst.
It happened when he was eight years old, the age most magical children show their magical abilities. At that point Ivan had already been exhibiting some of the signs - by levitating his sister's doll for her entertainment, and turning his nanny's apron a garish neon green. Mostly accidental things, and of course, rather harmless.
The day the incident happened was nowhere as innocent. Ivan had been suffering under the teasing of a certain boy, Pavlik, and his group all day. Crumpled papers thrown at the back of his head, pinches under the desk, and he was still smarting from the gum the boys had stuck in his hair the week before. He angrily stewed over the bullying all day, finally confronting the boys after school let out, threatening to go to the teachers if they didn't ease up. This was met with laughter, as snitching generally is among schoolchildren.
That's when it happened, the first incident. Pavlik had been laughing so hard at him, and Ivan just saw red. All the rage and loneliness of the past year, his hopes for school, just boiled over in the form of the large water pipe detaching itself from the rest of the piping and
He lived.
Barely, but the boy survived. The adults, horrified, took it in stride. It was an unfortunate reality of bullying magical children - and Ivan insisted he hadn't meant to hit him - so there was no punishment besides Ivan's powers now being closely observed for any other 'outbursts' that could happen. The children didn't see it that way. Whereas he had been an easy target for the children earlier, now he was ignored and feared. Not one child who had seen what he had done on that schoolyard would provoke him.
It was a stifling loneliness, being treated as if he didn't exist. The incident had changed Ivan as well. Whereas he used to bottle up all his feelings, in order to avoid exploding like that again, he let his temper fly loose and fast. So even if they wanted to ignore him they couldn't - his fury, his fists were his new tools as Ivan discovered a non-magical strength that had been lying wait inside of his body.
Time went on, and soon came the time for Ivan to choose where he wished to go to school. Ivan’s parents were rather set on Durmstrang, as the standards and teaching at Koldovstvoretz had…’fallen’ since the 1920s, and Durmstrang afforded a great deal of prestige without exposing Ivan to more muggle thought. Despite the history of fighting and the incident as a child, the man who came to examine him from Durmstrang seemed to feel that the school was a great fit for Ivan, a right fit indeed. Ivan even looked forward to it, a chance to escape the pariah status that had plagued him home in Saint Petersburg. A place to learn how to be proper Kaldun (sorcerer).
And for a small while it worked. After a rather unnerving interview with the headmaster, which Ivan merely smiled at the other before making his own ‘suggestions, he was sorted in Jord. Initially, Ivan found that Durmstrang was nice at first, despite being as cold as his home city (he would have preferred somewhere warmer), and his house was full of solid people who didn’t mind being packed together.
But Ivan soon discovered that Durmstrang was, perhaps, the worst place to be him. While many Wizarding schools had houses and competition between them, Durmstrang was notorious for encouraging rivalries, turning blind eyes to any unscrupulous methods the pupils could be using. Fighting, magical or physical was sometimes outright ignored in favor of keeping the rivalry system. Such an atmosphere could bring out the worst in someone, and for Ivan, it very much did. He grew a competitive streak, a relentless need to prove himself and that he was better. All for the glory of Jord, all so his housemates would approve and treat him with respect, with love.
And if he had to break a few bones along the way? (he did)
But the past catches up with people and it spread like moss in his new home, whisperings of what he had done as a mere child, and that there was a boy in Russia who couldn’t walk without a cane thanks to him and his shoddy control.
Around this time Ivan got sloppy and fought with an upperclassmen, a well-connected one not shy of actually going to the school authorities. He ended up costing many points for the house, and soon the quakes of Jord all turned their backs on him. He was deemed ‘too much trouble’ for the rest of the house, with such a history and a tendency to cause problems. Once more, Ivan Braginski found himself utterly alone.
He’d played pariah years before, but now in the middle of his third year, Ivan found that it hurt too much to suddenly be treated like this. He wanted to lash out, badly, but instead he just folded in on himself, and retreated into a 'happier state' – like a child. The behavior was noticed by the administration of Durmstrang and they contacted the Braginski family. Ivan barely managed to make it to the end of the year before he was whisked back to Russia so his family could figure just what to do with him.
There was only one voice that Ivan heard greeting him back that actually wanted to help him get better. His squib nanny, Zhenya, had never exactly been happy with how his parents handled him, and back from Durmstrang, took the opportunity to try and set him straight. That first week back she waited until his parents were busy before taking him to see a specialist. A muggle therapist. Understanding that this was to be done in secrecy, Ivan played along, changing the magical details of his memories to be something more mundane. And it felt nice to be listened to.
It went on for a couple weeks before Ivan’s parents found out. The therapist had even been floating a diagnosis towards him, something called ‘Borderline Personality’, before the session was intruded by the rather livid Mr. and Mrs. Braginski. Furious at their children’s nanny for introducing them to such muggle ‘nonsense’, they fired Zhenya and forbid any contact between her and the children. With Ivan, they canceled any other sessions he may have had – despite his pleading that he really wanted to continue attempting to sort his issues out.
That was probably the first time Ivan had let his anger out on his family. He hadn’t hit or cursed them, but they felt his fury in through his words regardless. And as much as they wouldn’t budge on allowing him to delude himself with mundane sciences, Ivan wouldn’t budge on something else entirely – attending Durmstrang. He refused to, refused to go back to that school, no matter the consequences. And entering any school as a fourth year was a nightmare anyhow.
Luckily, Ivan’s mother had a cousin living in Edinburough, and said cousin was willing to try and see if the ‘problem child’ could be transferred to Hogwarts, due to haven taken English for several years by that point. Ivan was nervous, of course, at the idea of another school and even moving to another country, but it was something new, something better than what he was leaving behind. Even more surprising, Durmstrang sent over his records with little mention of any disciplinary action, probably seeing this a tidy way to rid itself of a problematic student.
And come the end of August, Ivan was riding a train to castle in Scotland.
Hogwarts was beautiful, majestic in a way Durmstrang had never managed to be. Despite the culture gap, Ivan found it pleasant and hoped, very much, that he could finally make his place here. And so when the old hat landed on his crown and spoke of all his desires, like wanting to be better, and yet wanting nothing more than friends, of willing to work hard keep them if he could only have them – Ivan spoke to it in his mind. The green snakes were nice, of course, but he could see on their faces that they were like him, more of the same. It was golden badgers he dreamt of on that train ride, of a home. And to end it all, he said, “Please.”
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The smile Ivan wore wasn’t fake.
His problems were far from solved after his sorting. Adjusting to a new school, country, and culture was extremely hard for him. And while the Hufflepuffs were much warmer than the cold mountain children of his old house, they didn’t warm up him either. Partly, it was Ivan’s fault, as he did slip up a time or two in his first year there. But they didn’t outright ignore him most days. Sometimes, to his surprise, a face or two might even nod in his direction during dinner and lunch, a face not even belonging to his table.
He still has yet to find that ‘home’ he was searching for when he first came to the castle, but Ivan can’t imagine being anywhere else. In his sixth year he might have even sort of made a friend or two! Of course with the rumors that soon the Triwizard Tournament will arrive in their halls, Ivan can’t help but feel nervous. His last year as a student, last chance really, and yet some familiar faces might arrive back to ruin it?
Ivan supposes he’ll greet his old year-mates as he does everything else – with a smile.
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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]The afternoon on a September weekend found Ivan Braginsky, Hufflepuff Seventh Year, not at his books, studying for his NEWTs, but in the Hufflepuff basement, surrounded by various muggle and one not so muggle device, along with other parts strewn about. The tall blond boy was currently sitting cross-legged on the ground, pointing his wand at the magical radio every few seconds, causing it to glow periodically. Once in a while he’d pick up a screw driver and attempt to do something with it, muttering to himself in Russian.
It wasn’t the most inviting of sights – which partly accounted for why the common room was so empty on a weekend afternoon. The other reason was that it was simply a very nice to be stuck inside when they weren’t even drowning in homework just yet. Such days were there to make memories with friends, not spent cooped up and watching the weird Russian kid try and get the muggle stuff working again.
Ivan would have joined them if anyone actually asked him to join then. Unfortunately, he had yet to be invited out anywhere this year…or the past year. Rather disconcerting, yes? Par for the course, but Ivan tried, he really did!
He grit his teeth as he applied more force to the screwdriver, waiting for that satisfying ‘snap’ that accompanied the prying open of the muggle radio he was trying to get the transistor out of. The lid of the metal flew back from this show of strength, clattering to ground loudly as Ivan managed and he plucked the piece out, observing it like a jeweler inspecting a jewel for imperfections. It seemed to pass whatever test he was subjecting it to because his smile widened as he resumed pointing his wand, levitating the transistor into the magical radio.
Tak, a wire here and a screw there and opa~!
Ivan beamed down at his little makeshift radio, full of magic and non-magic parts. It looked decent but would it withstand the Unplottable magic that the walls of Hogwarts hummed with? The same magic that made it so hard for muggle technology to work within its walls?
Ivan looked up from his work for a moment, noting the empty room, filled only with sunlight streaming in from windows that bounced off the gleaming copper fixtures in his common room. He repressed a sigh and returned to testing his radio, turning the signal dial. Static emanated from the radio, much like it always had, with nothing discernible coming through the white noise. Ivan frowned, disappointed. Surely it would work this time? He fiddled more with knob, turning it slowly, and the static either grew in volume or…wait, could that be faint talking?
It wasn’t the most inviting of sights – which partly accounted for why the common room was so empty on a weekend afternoon. The other reason was that it was simply a very nice to be stuck inside when they weren’t even drowning in homework just yet. Such days were there to make memories with friends, not spent cooped up and watching the weird Russian kid try and get the muggle stuff working again.
Ivan would have joined them if anyone actually asked him to join then. Unfortunately, he had yet to be invited out anywhere this year…or the past year. Rather disconcerting, yes? Par for the course, but Ivan tried, he really did!
He grit his teeth as he applied more force to the screwdriver, waiting for that satisfying ‘snap’ that accompanied the prying open of the muggle radio he was trying to get the transistor out of. The lid of the metal flew back from this show of strength, clattering to ground loudly as Ivan managed and he plucked the piece out, observing it like a jeweler inspecting a jewel for imperfections. It seemed to pass whatever test he was subjecting it to because his smile widened as he resumed pointing his wand, levitating the transistor into the magical radio.
Tak, a wire here and a screw there and opa~!
Ivan beamed down at his little makeshift radio, full of magic and non-magic parts. It looked decent but would it withstand the Unplottable magic that the walls of Hogwarts hummed with? The same magic that made it so hard for muggle technology to work within its walls?
Ivan looked up from his work for a moment, noting the empty room, filled only with sunlight streaming in from windows that bounced off the gleaming copper fixtures in his common room. He repressed a sigh and returned to testing his radio, turning the signal dial. Static emanated from the radio, much like it always had, with nothing discernible coming through the white noise. Ivan frowned, disappointed. Surely it would work this time? He fiddled more with knob, turning it slowly, and the static either grew in volume or…wait, could that be faint talking?
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Wand | |
Unicorn Heartstring | Holly |
10 inches | Pliant |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Astronomy | aNCIENT rUNES |
Familiar | Patronus |
| looking for one | Never Produced one |
Ivan Braginsky from Axis Powers Hetalia | |
Rina | |
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