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Iain Stiùbhart-Kirkland
Male | Thirty |
Scottish-English | Demiromantic |
183cm | 89kg |
Pureblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Most students wouldn't believe that their Professor Kirkland was a Gryffindor if it isn't for the his name on one of the plaques awarded to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team or other various lion-themed memorabilia that he secretly hoards.
Upon first impressions, it is reasonable to think that he was once a member of Slytherin: he's an extremely successful wizard from a family of pure-bloods. It's most likely that you would have bought a potion that he specifically made for a company or a vendor, you know, the one with the Kirkland name on it. While there are exceptions to that sort of trait, it is a Slytherin stereotype with some truth to it. If not by his pure-blooded status, then surely by the characteristics he possess: cleverness, intelligence, determination, his potential.
It was more than often that Iain was up to no good during his student years at Hogwarts, as he and his teachers didn't often see each other eye-to-eye. But he was a bright lad, knowing what just to say to save his skin for another day. He worked around the system to do something that would benefit himself, making sure that, technically, he wasn't breaking any sort of school regulations. Today this still stands as Iain is not the most conventional sort of Potions Master. He prefers to have the class on occasion, break from the routine of lectures and practical lessons of making potions. Live demonstrations on showing students how to take the muscus of the flobberworm is a great way to break monotony.
This out-of-the-box approach to his lessons reveals how practiced he is when dealing with situations. There's no telling what would really happen when collecting ingredients from a sentient creature. Sometimes it's just important to be fast on one's feet. His vast knowledge on his adored subject is extremely valuable yes, but nothing could quite replace what experience can offer. Intelligence is not, after all, solely from printed textbooks and memorized incantations. While there are charms and jinxes that could recreate the effects of of some potions, Iain would prefer to brew rather than to wave his wand.
Even his own shortcomings could make students believe that he was a snake. His short-temper for example. It's easy to annoy the Professor and have him yelling "Ten points away from Gryffindor!" every time the crimson and golden members try to push his buttons out of jest. Most of the time, it would seem as if he he absolutely hates dealing with children and young adults so it's a wonder why he even bothered to take a job of teaching children and young adults. Smarter students would realize when their Potions Master is in a pleasant mood for once and try their best on not souring his day. A grumpy Scotsman does nobody any good. He's just so... easily angered that makes everything easier said than done. His ego is huge to boot, considering that he's an expert in what he does and what he teaches. His grades from both the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. mainly reinforced his own pride and accomplishments in both Hogwarts and his former occupation as a Potioneer made him a decorated wizard.
This man is far from humble, really.
Ah, but there is a reason why he's a lion and not a snake, after all the Hat never makes any mistakes. Like a true Gryffindor, Iain is deathly loyal to those who he calls his friends and as much as he would say that he hates everyone to a certain extent, he won't hesitate to protect them from any dangers that gets attracted to Hogwarts. He's a foolhardy man that would never back down or walk away from a threat or challenge because even if a part of him even doubts that he can't handle the situation, he'll stay. Of course, he's more of an action oriented man, and isn't the best orator out there in the wizarding world. However, even with the more delicate of situations he's more than willing to give any sort of help. These usually comes in the form of tipping off other professors about what the student might be having problems with so they could better deal with it than he ever could.
He's a little bit rough around the edges--well, a little might be an understatement--and he can be down right rude in his actions and words, but he never means it. It was just harder to show people how much he truly cares about others without making it too obvious. He's stubborn like that, a man set in his ways of keeping up with some silly appearances of being 'manly'. He's also rather stubborn in regards to everything else. Professor Kirkland does not take it lightly be questioned by his students and boy will he be ready toargue debate over how he's right and they're wrong. It just seems as natural as breathing for him to butt heads with someone over something he doesn't agree on.
But in all truth, he's a friendly guy who seems hard to approach at first. He loves conversation for a wizard who doesn't actively seek for one. He might not be so willing to have students drop by his office for a random chat, but that doesn't mean he would push the opportunity away. In fact, many could consider Iain to be actually a very lenient professor. A lot of harsh words could get thrown his way, but he won't immediately give the student a detention for disrespect. (He's more inclined to give his own two galleons on response however.) As long as its a very minor offense, he's much more willing to let it slide and move on with his day.
This leniency could be attributed to the fact that he's still as much as a troublemaker that he used to be as a student. Of course, he can't do anything too extreme that would led him to losing his job, but he needs to get his shits and giggles in one way or another. A smirk gracing the Professor's face is a clear indication for any staff or students to avoid him lest they end up getting caught up in his next little trick. The last one had every student jumping in near horror if they caught a single glimpse of tartan. He's definitely not a staunch sticker to rules and most expectations. For a guy raised in a wizarding family, he really enjoys making his family have something to complain about.
Upon first impressions, it is reasonable to think that he was once a member of Slytherin: he's an extremely successful wizard from a family of pure-bloods. It's most likely that you would have bought a potion that he specifically made for a company or a vendor, you know, the one with the Kirkland name on it. While there are exceptions to that sort of trait, it is a Slytherin stereotype with some truth to it. If not by his pure-blooded status, then surely by the characteristics he possess: cleverness, intelligence, determination, his potential.
It was more than often that Iain was up to no good during his student years at Hogwarts, as he and his teachers didn't often see each other eye-to-eye. But he was a bright lad, knowing what just to say to save his skin for another day. He worked around the system to do something that would benefit himself, making sure that, technically, he wasn't breaking any sort of school regulations. Today this still stands as Iain is not the most conventional sort of Potions Master. He prefers to have the class on occasion, break from the routine of lectures and practical lessons of making potions. Live demonstrations on showing students how to take the muscus of the flobberworm is a great way to break monotony.
This out-of-the-box approach to his lessons reveals how practiced he is when dealing with situations. There's no telling what would really happen when collecting ingredients from a sentient creature. Sometimes it's just important to be fast on one's feet. His vast knowledge on his adored subject is extremely valuable yes, but nothing could quite replace what experience can offer. Intelligence is not, after all, solely from printed textbooks and memorized incantations. While there are charms and jinxes that could recreate the effects of of some potions, Iain would prefer to brew rather than to wave his wand.
Even his own shortcomings could make students believe that he was a snake. His short-temper for example. It's easy to annoy the Professor and have him yelling "Ten points away from Gryffindor!" every time the crimson and golden members try to push his buttons out of jest. Most of the time, it would seem as if he he absolutely hates dealing with children and young adults so it's a wonder why he even bothered to take a job of teaching children and young adults. Smarter students would realize when their Potions Master is in a pleasant mood for once and try their best on not souring his day. A grumpy Scotsman does nobody any good. He's just so... easily angered that makes everything easier said than done. His ego is huge to boot, considering that he's an expert in what he does and what he teaches. His grades from both the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. mainly reinforced his own pride and accomplishments in both Hogwarts and his former occupation as a Potioneer made him a decorated wizard.
This man is far from humble, really.
Ah, but there is a reason why he's a lion and not a snake, after all the Hat never makes any mistakes. Like a true Gryffindor, Iain is deathly loyal to those who he calls his friends and as much as he would say that he hates everyone to a certain extent, he won't hesitate to protect them from any dangers that gets attracted to Hogwarts. He's a foolhardy man that would never back down or walk away from a threat or challenge because even if a part of him even doubts that he can't handle the situation, he'll stay. Of course, he's more of an action oriented man, and isn't the best orator out there in the wizarding world. However, even with the more delicate of situations he's more than willing to give any sort of help. These usually comes in the form of tipping off other professors about what the student might be having problems with so they could better deal with it than he ever could.
He's a little bit rough around the edges--well, a little might be an understatement--and he can be down right rude in his actions and words, but he never means it. It was just harder to show people how much he truly cares about others without making it too obvious. He's stubborn like that, a man set in his ways of keeping up with some silly appearances of being 'manly'. He's also rather stubborn in regards to everything else. Professor Kirkland does not take it lightly be questioned by his students and boy will he be ready to
But in all truth, he's a friendly guy who seems hard to approach at first. He loves conversation for a wizard who doesn't actively seek for one. He might not be so willing to have students drop by his office for a random chat, but that doesn't mean he would push the opportunity away. In fact, many could consider Iain to be actually a very lenient professor. A lot of harsh words could get thrown his way, but he won't immediately give the student a detention for disrespect. (He's more inclined to give his own two galleons on response however.) As long as its a very minor offense, he's much more willing to let it slide and move on with his day.
This leniency could be attributed to the fact that he's still as much as a troublemaker that he used to be as a student. Of course, he can't do anything too extreme that would led him to losing his job, but he needs to get his shits and giggles in one way or another. A smirk gracing the Professor's face is a clear indication for any staff or students to avoid him lest they end up getting caught up in his next little trick. The last one had every student jumping in near horror if they caught a single glimpse of tartan. He's definitely not a staunch sticker to rules and most expectations. For a guy raised in a wizarding family, he really enjoys making his family have something to complain about.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]The Kirkland was an illustrious wizarding family within the United Kingdom. Most of their members were known for their magical prowess as well as their contributions to the Magical community. They are a family mainly comprised of pure-bloods, and like conservatives families, opt to marry other pure-bloods. Isobel Stiùbhart was from a smaller, less well-known pure-blooded wizarding family known for their potions-making capabilities when she married Elliot Kirkland. Their marriage was one part love and the other part family pressuring. This was the start of a long chain of marriages and divorces for Elliot Kirkland when they would both mutually agree that their marriage could not go on forever, even if they had a son. Elliot and Isobel split up, and the two of them moved on to better lives and loves while the Kirklands would have custody over the boy. This won't be the first and only child Elliot would have as the age between his children are great in range. but the oldest son just so happened to end up becoming a professor at the famous school of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Hogwarts.
The oldest son was named Iain Lachlann Stiùbhart-Kirkland, his surname double-barreled in honor of his mother's family.
The little time spent between both mother and father was dear to him, even if he honestly couldn't remember too much of it save for forgotten words for lullabies, told stories by the bedside, and a woman's warm and contagious laugh. Even in the absence of his mother, Iain was still raised with love and care, despite his father's showcase of love was more than different. Elliot Kirkland was a strict man that might have seemed a little too preoccupied with other things (such as women) but he knew when to show how proud he was or how much he was truly concerned about Iain at the right moments. More than often however, that it was his extended family, those not in his immediate family that he didn't agree with. While his father was strict, by was far lenient on some silly old wizarding expectations and customs. Everyone else however? They all seemed to hold some sort of great expectation on him. He's a Kirkland, he should be raised to be more of a gentleman, a dignified wizard and not some wild barbarian. Iain loved to do a little bit of roughhousing with those his age, but more than often it was his extended family that gave him a look that simply said, 'No.' He wasn't exactly what they had imagined to be the carrier of the Kirkland name.
Those expectations seemingly intensified when Iain was given his invitation to attend Hogwarts. 'Slytherin!' he heard his relatives cry, 'The firstborn best make it into Slytherin like his father and his grandfather, and his great-grandfather before him!' Perhaps it was by those expectations that Iain begun to try to be rude, a little arrogant with a 'holier than thou' attitude before he even attended the school. He was only eleven, it wasn't as if he could so easily stand up for himself against generations and generations of expectations. Besides, he didn't really know the true weight of what his family had in store for him.
On the night where all the first years would sit beneath the Sorting Hat, Iain had already spent the time on the train and the platform to establish himself as a real jerk. He introduced himself as is, and many students that were at least informed about the Magical Community and the family of pure-bloods noticed his Kirkland heritage. He didn't flaunt that title, and was more inclined to lash out with scathing words and subtly offer threats with what magic he already knew from both the texts required for school and from his family. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't throw out his family name if there was a stubborn enough git that couldn't get a message through their head.
Which came to a surprise for those who already came to know him, and even for himself, to find him sorted into Gryffindor. Yes, the Hat did consider about putting him into Slytherin, after all he didn't embody the traits of fair-play and tolerance of Hufflepuff or the qualities of acceptance and inquisitiveness of Ravenclaw. Iain had potential to be something great: he was clever for a boy his age and was damned resourceful with plenty of things. He was often determined to complete many things he had started and hell he was a bright lad really. But the Hat thought it was better to have him be a lion. The boy was 'brave' enough to be considered as foolhardy. But it was those repressed traits, the not so obvious ones, that hooked the young ginger into the House of Gryffindor: steadfast loyalty and an unwavering will.
Iain was accepted into the fold of the roaring lions tentatively. After all, his attitude on the train stuck to plenty of the first years already from what they could understand on how the houses were divided. He didn't make a wide circle of friends and preferred to have a smaller, closer circle. Many people still regarded him as a jerk, but those who got to know him saw him as a friendly jerk. His insults were truthfully just teases with no venom behind them and more than often he only kept up with his rough demeanor because he was used to it by then. Merlin fucking forbid anyone actually learning that he was a stupid romantic sod at heart, with a love for unicorns and the capacity of turning into complete and utter mush when absolutely smitten on a pretty lass... or lad. He has a reputation to keep up!
Of course, it was when he was fully welcomed by Gryffindor when he joined the Quidditch team and finally as one of the starting team members and not a substitute. It was three-quarters into his first year when one of the main Beaters couldn't participate in a number of games for a handful of reasons and the eleven year old permanently filled his spot. There were countless of times when he swat that Bludger away from a nearly unsuspecting team member as well as hit his mark on a couple of opponents on the other side. Needless to say, his rough and tumble attitude made him the perfect Beater and it was actually sort of funny when he did ended up smacking a chaser.
Despite the sorting mishap, a part of him didn't allow categorizations to really hinder him. He was by far a reckless student, yes, and he would often make trouble than get caught up in a mess, but that still didn't kept him from being a good student. The first two years, he tried to focus on his academics, but that wasn't really him. Iain clung to this idea that he could make up to his family for being a Gryffindor, but the more disapproval his father's newest wife showed him, the more he realized that it didn't matter. There's really nothing he could do to change their opinion of him.
From then on, Iain didn't keep up with his good grades because he was trying to impress people. His 'outstandings' and 'exceeds expectations' were earned because he wanted to. He was too prideful to have anyone consider him stupid and might as well keep up with the grades he started with, right? Just because he was a Quidditch fanatic and a relative jerk didn't mean his grades have to suck. An 'Acceptable' on his O.W.L.S. meant that he was average. By Merlin, even if he absolutely dreaded the Core classes like Astronomy and History of Magic he will at least aim for that 'Exceeds Exceptions'!
It was easier to motivate him to aim for that 'outstanding' grade in both Potions and Charms due to his liking of the former subject and a natural talent for the latter. Defense of the Dark Arts was also a class he was good at, but with his difficulty of even casting jinxes of the extremely minor of Dark Arts, did well enough in his opinion. Transfiguration was a class he was not outright bad in, but his... slight nervousness around the class didn't improve when his black cat familiar absolutely hated being turned into a cup, or a piece of furniture. On the subject of animals during into objects and whatnot, his professor showed the class a spell to turn a desk into a pig, and it absolutely bothered him from that point on if the bacon served at breakfast was in fact a pig or if it was a desk turned into one. He was more bothered by the ideas it brought forth to the table rather than the fact he was 'bad' or 'good' at it.
The O.W.L.S. for his two electives, Care of Magical Creatures, and begrudgingly, Study of Ancient Runes... was interesting enough. He had no idea how a practical exam for the two would even work, especially for the class that was more about looking at old systems of languages. Much to his displeasure, Iain got an 'Acceptable' in Ancient Runes. It was the only 'Accceptable' he got on his O.W.L.S. aside from History of Magic (because honestly no matter how much he tried it was absolutely a horrid class) and it taunted him like mad. He could bitterly accept that average grade when the class itself was a bore, but Runes? By Merlin's Beard, he was disappointed in himself!
Some students said that he was essentially in a mood because of that class until he was able to beat up the Bludger with his bat and the unfortunate chasers in the opposing team the next Quidditch match. This rumor held a lot of truth to it.
Despite having good grades, Iain only opted for Potions and Charms on N.E.W.T. level. Something about taking two N.E.W.T.S, Alchemy, and an extra-curricular club revolving around (you guessed it) Potions, on top of Quidditch practices being 'bloody time-consuming for anything else' in his words. Of course he could have managed another class; he could continue any of his previous electives if he wanted to... but just thinking about it left a sour taste in his mouth.
By now, the redhead was well-known by both the school and by Gryffindors as one of the regulars on his House's Quidditch Team and a troublemaker with his professors. He was a terror on the pitch with his aggressive style of play and most would try not to cross him. Off the field it's much more likely for him to be up to mischief (or picking fights) with his friends. In fact, he even rose the ranks to become the captain of the team himself rather early in his sports career. With a fiery passion and skill, he quickly lead the team of lions through victory after victory. (Of course, they couldn't win all the games, but it just felt pretty fucking great to rub any victory in the face of the opponents.)
Eventually, his time at Hogwarts came to an end. Quidditch ended and no more would he have an excuse to beat up people with the Bludger. He graduated passing both his N.E.W.T.S. with flying colors. Iain would return to the Kirkland property, since that's what wizarding families do: live with their parents and grandparents, and every cousin and their bloody mother. Iain never liked having to return home since that meant having to deal with those bloody relatives of his. While it made him happy to see his immediate family, dread far outweighed what joys he felt. Iain kept to himself away from most of his extended family, working on the beginnings of what would make his name known within the field of Potions. He both invented and improved potions and what started as a small business of making them for smaller retailers in the local area grew into where most potion shops within Britain at least had one of his patented concoctions. This bout of success however, did not change his family's opinion of him. He was still a disappointment, a failure.
By then even his own connections with his immediate family begun to strain. Iain started having to leave his home for a handful of business dealings and each time each trip became longer and longer. He was too busy for them, and in turn they were too busy for him. Studies, one of them claimed. But the man was smart enough that it wasn't just that. Bitterness built up within him, and most of the time he was more than ready to start a conflict.
Fast forward to prior Winter Break for the students of Hogwarts and when Iain had already long established his proficiency for crafting potions. It was an extremely short-noticed letter, but Iain was asked in to fill in the position of Potions Master. Hogwarts current professor have to leave their job for a number of personal reasons and it was agreed upon that the redhead would have been a suitable replacement. Seeing as this is his opportunity to leave the place he loathed for good, he accepted the job and packed his things immediately. By the time the students would return to their homes and family, he was already at Hogwarts, catching up with the curriculum of what else needs to be covered for the rest of the year.
The Potions Master dutifully completed the remainder of the year and decided that yeah, he actually liked teaching mouthy brats. So much so that he kept his position instead of the offered proposition that he only needed to teach the students for the remainder of the year if he did not liked the job.
It's been at least three or four years now since Iain took on the teaching job, and while all of the teaching and grading kept him busy the man still finds time to at least annoying his most loving brother. There's been times where Iain truly felt frustrated at his own students--to the point where he wished he can beat the Bludger around again--but he really did miss Hogwarts. His career was further decortated when he was also named the Head of the Gryffindor house.
With a busy schedule of teaching the first years and preparing them for their O.W.L.S. to the seventh years and their N.E.W.T.S. (and let'ts not forget the responsibilties of being Head of House), he definitely isn't looking forward to the incoming Triwizard Tournament. And don't even get him started with the Yule Ball.
The oldest son was named Iain Lachlann Stiùbhart-Kirkland, his surname double-barreled in honor of his mother's family.
The little time spent between both mother and father was dear to him, even if he honestly couldn't remember too much of it save for forgotten words for lullabies, told stories by the bedside, and a woman's warm and contagious laugh. Even in the absence of his mother, Iain was still raised with love and care, despite his father's showcase of love was more than different. Elliot Kirkland was a strict man that might have seemed a little too preoccupied with other things (such as women) but he knew when to show how proud he was or how much he was truly concerned about Iain at the right moments. More than often however, that it was his extended family, those not in his immediate family that he didn't agree with. While his father was strict, by was far lenient on some silly old wizarding expectations and customs. Everyone else however? They all seemed to hold some sort of great expectation on him. He's a Kirkland, he should be raised to be more of a gentleman, a dignified wizard and not some wild barbarian. Iain loved to do a little bit of roughhousing with those his age, but more than often it was his extended family that gave him a look that simply said, 'No.' He wasn't exactly what they had imagined to be the carrier of the Kirkland name.
Those expectations seemingly intensified when Iain was given his invitation to attend Hogwarts. 'Slytherin!' he heard his relatives cry, 'The firstborn best make it into Slytherin like his father and his grandfather, and his great-grandfather before him!' Perhaps it was by those expectations that Iain begun to try to be rude, a little arrogant with a 'holier than thou' attitude before he even attended the school. He was only eleven, it wasn't as if he could so easily stand up for himself against generations and generations of expectations. Besides, he didn't really know the true weight of what his family had in store for him.
On the night where all the first years would sit beneath the Sorting Hat, Iain had already spent the time on the train and the platform to establish himself as a real jerk. He introduced himself as is, and many students that were at least informed about the Magical Community and the family of pure-bloods noticed his Kirkland heritage. He didn't flaunt that title, and was more inclined to lash out with scathing words and subtly offer threats with what magic he already knew from both the texts required for school and from his family. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't throw out his family name if there was a stubborn enough git that couldn't get a message through their head.
Which came to a surprise for those who already came to know him, and even for himself, to find him sorted into Gryffindor. Yes, the Hat did consider about putting him into Slytherin, after all he didn't embody the traits of fair-play and tolerance of Hufflepuff or the qualities of acceptance and inquisitiveness of Ravenclaw. Iain had potential to be something great: he was clever for a boy his age and was damned resourceful with plenty of things. He was often determined to complete many things he had started and hell he was a bright lad really. But the Hat thought it was better to have him be a lion. The boy was 'brave' enough to be considered as foolhardy. But it was those repressed traits, the not so obvious ones, that hooked the young ginger into the House of Gryffindor: steadfast loyalty and an unwavering will.
Iain was accepted into the fold of the roaring lions tentatively. After all, his attitude on the train stuck to plenty of the first years already from what they could understand on how the houses were divided. He didn't make a wide circle of friends and preferred to have a smaller, closer circle. Many people still regarded him as a jerk, but those who got to know him saw him as a friendly jerk. His insults were truthfully just teases with no venom behind them and more than often he only kept up with his rough demeanor because he was used to it by then. Merlin fucking forbid anyone actually learning that he was a stupid romantic sod at heart, with a love for unicorns and the capacity of turning into complete and utter mush when absolutely smitten on a pretty lass... or lad. He has a reputation to keep up!
Of course, it was when he was fully welcomed by Gryffindor when he joined the Quidditch team and finally as one of the starting team members and not a substitute. It was three-quarters into his first year when one of the main Beaters couldn't participate in a number of games for a handful of reasons and the eleven year old permanently filled his spot. There were countless of times when he swat that Bludger away from a nearly unsuspecting team member as well as hit his mark on a couple of opponents on the other side. Needless to say, his rough and tumble attitude made him the perfect Beater and it was actually sort of funny when he did ended up smacking a chaser.
Despite the sorting mishap, a part of him didn't allow categorizations to really hinder him. He was by far a reckless student, yes, and he would often make trouble than get caught up in a mess, but that still didn't kept him from being a good student. The first two years, he tried to focus on his academics, but that wasn't really him. Iain clung to this idea that he could make up to his family for being a Gryffindor, but the more disapproval his father's newest wife showed him, the more he realized that it didn't matter. There's really nothing he could do to change their opinion of him.
From then on, Iain didn't keep up with his good grades because he was trying to impress people. His 'outstandings' and 'exceeds expectations' were earned because he wanted to. He was too prideful to have anyone consider him stupid and might as well keep up with the grades he started with, right? Just because he was a Quidditch fanatic and a relative jerk didn't mean his grades have to suck. An 'Acceptable' on his O.W.L.S. meant that he was average. By Merlin, even if he absolutely dreaded the Core classes like Astronomy and History of Magic he will at least aim for that 'Exceeds Exceptions'!
It was easier to motivate him to aim for that 'outstanding' grade in both Potions and Charms due to his liking of the former subject and a natural talent for the latter. Defense of the Dark Arts was also a class he was good at, but with his difficulty of even casting jinxes of the extremely minor of Dark Arts, did well enough in his opinion. Transfiguration was a class he was not outright bad in, but his... slight nervousness around the class didn't improve when his black cat familiar absolutely hated being turned into a cup, or a piece of furniture. On the subject of animals during into objects and whatnot, his professor showed the class a spell to turn a desk into a pig, and it absolutely bothered him from that point on if the bacon served at breakfast was in fact a pig or if it was a desk turned into one. He was more bothered by the ideas it brought forth to the table rather than the fact he was 'bad' or 'good' at it.
The O.W.L.S. for his two electives, Care of Magical Creatures, and begrudgingly, Study of Ancient Runes... was interesting enough. He had no idea how a practical exam for the two would even work, especially for the class that was more about looking at old systems of languages. Much to his displeasure, Iain got an 'Acceptable' in Ancient Runes. It was the only 'Accceptable' he got on his O.W.L.S. aside from History of Magic (because honestly no matter how much he tried it was absolutely a horrid class) and it taunted him like mad. He could bitterly accept that average grade when the class itself was a bore, but Runes? By Merlin's Beard, he was disappointed in himself!
Some students said that he was essentially in a mood because of that class until he was able to beat up the Bludger with his bat and the unfortunate chasers in the opposing team the next Quidditch match. This rumor held a lot of truth to it.
Despite having good grades, Iain only opted for Potions and Charms on N.E.W.T. level. Something about taking two N.E.W.T.S, Alchemy, and an extra-curricular club revolving around (you guessed it) Potions, on top of Quidditch practices being 'bloody time-consuming for anything else' in his words. Of course he could have managed another class; he could continue any of his previous electives if he wanted to... but just thinking about it left a sour taste in his mouth.
By now, the redhead was well-known by both the school and by Gryffindors as one of the regulars on his House's Quidditch Team and a troublemaker with his professors. He was a terror on the pitch with his aggressive style of play and most would try not to cross him. Off the field it's much more likely for him to be up to mischief (or picking fights) with his friends. In fact, he even rose the ranks to become the captain of the team himself rather early in his sports career. With a fiery passion and skill, he quickly lead the team of lions through victory after victory. (Of course, they couldn't win all the games, but it just felt pretty fucking great to rub any victory in the face of the opponents.)
Eventually, his time at Hogwarts came to an end. Quidditch ended and no more would he have an excuse to beat up people with the Bludger. He graduated passing both his N.E.W.T.S. with flying colors. Iain would return to the Kirkland property, since that's what wizarding families do: live with their parents and grandparents, and every cousin and their bloody mother. Iain never liked having to return home since that meant having to deal with those bloody relatives of his. While it made him happy to see his immediate family, dread far outweighed what joys he felt. Iain kept to himself away from most of his extended family, working on the beginnings of what would make his name known within the field of Potions. He both invented and improved potions and what started as a small business of making them for smaller retailers in the local area grew into where most potion shops within Britain at least had one of his patented concoctions. This bout of success however, did not change his family's opinion of him. He was still a disappointment, a failure.
By then even his own connections with his immediate family begun to strain. Iain started having to leave his home for a handful of business dealings and each time each trip became longer and longer. He was too busy for them, and in turn they were too busy for him. Studies, one of them claimed. But the man was smart enough that it wasn't just that. Bitterness built up within him, and most of the time he was more than ready to start a conflict.
Fast forward to prior Winter Break for the students of Hogwarts and when Iain had already long established his proficiency for crafting potions. It was an extremely short-noticed letter, but Iain was asked in to fill in the position of Potions Master. Hogwarts current professor have to leave their job for a number of personal reasons and it was agreed upon that the redhead would have been a suitable replacement. Seeing as this is his opportunity to leave the place he loathed for good, he accepted the job and packed his things immediately. By the time the students would return to their homes and family, he was already at Hogwarts, catching up with the curriculum of what else needs to be covered for the rest of the year.
The Potions Master dutifully completed the remainder of the year and decided that yeah, he actually liked teaching mouthy brats. So much so that he kept his position instead of the offered proposition that he only needed to teach the students for the remainder of the year if he did not liked the job.
It's been at least three or four years now since Iain took on the teaching job, and while all of the teaching and grading kept him busy the man still finds time to at least annoying his most loving brother. There's been times where Iain truly felt frustrated at his own students--to the point where he wished he can beat the Bludger around again--but he really did miss Hogwarts. His career was further decortated when he was also named the Head of the Gryffindor house.
With a busy schedule of teaching the first years and preparing them for their O.W.L.S. to the seventh years and their N.E.W.T.S. (and let'ts not forget the responsibilties of being Head of House), he definitely isn't looking forward to the incoming Triwizard Tournament. And don't even get him started with the Yule Ball.
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[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]"And you," It hisses, pure venom and loathing, "Once again I hear news of your excessive style of instruction your-- your recklessness!"
Iain hums, ears sore from the constant yelling but otherwise unfazed. His focus is concentrated with a what the hell is that when deciphering some sloppy handwriting. To him it's funny, how a student can't spell, how the stepmother thinks she could do anything, how despite everything -- despite his fuck ups -- he's grinning a stupid grin with a lit cigarette in hand. Perhaps he already popped a bottle of whisky.
"Deadlyius." He repeats the right word on his tongue. It flows, and he wonders how a fifteen year old can't sound out the bloody thing. The professor licks the tip of his quill before circling the mistake. Best to make it obvious that the lad would have gotten points taken off if it was an exam.
(That's still 10 points off of the homework grading; 10 points because of "li" and 'ous'.)
"--the fact that you make students collect your potions ingredients from live specimens! Exposing Arthur to unnecessary dangers--" The letter flies near his head, face twisting, hideous and unappealing much like the she-devil and it's still spitting. How can any man find the old hag attractive? Veela blood or not her personality should have been a turn-off. The tail of the quill swats the magical letter and it does move, but only to the other side. "--you think the Ministry of Magic would accept such a syllabus that deviates from its approved methods?" And so it continues, the tangent about Arthur, about his safety and don't you dare ruin his future and if I had it my way he would be learning at the much more respectable Durmstrang Institute!
Same threats about having him dismissed from his teaching position and insults. She's much like a parrot, squawking the same thing over and over again. That's all she talks about: Arthur and Iain. One with pride and the other in scorn. Donald and Peter are practically nonexistent in her eyes. So why him, why was he not forgotten? Because he was the first? Because he actively becomes the thorn digging into her side? He doesn't allow her to forget that he's always there.
Christmas cards of false mirth are spelled to play loud, jarring bagpipes for hours. A painted portrait of him that opens its mouth and speaks just like him to mock her, fame and fortune he brought to the family for being quite a potioneer. She can't deny his existence unlike his other two brothers. So she does the second best thing she can. More yelling, more burning words that he pretends doesn't drive deep into his mind.
The redhead wonders if she can turn into a bird if angered enough like her full-bloodied kind. It might be a funny sight, if she wouldn't be busy trying to tear out his throat. There's no reaction to that one quip about his mother, telling that he by now probably drank two bottles of the strong stuff: sober enough to be grading, buzzed enough to not care.
Almost. He's still sensible enough to let words get to him. He folds the corner of the paper and thinks about those words.
He wakes from the dreamless sleep, from the same spot he was at last night, and thinks of himself, of the stepmother, of his blood and bonds. Iain is the eldest and the unwanted, will always be the eldest and unwanted. He is' still a Kirkland no matter they bloat out his face and name from the family tree and from their memories. People will always know of him as a Kirkland. He hears "Professor Stiùbhart-Kirkland, I have a question!" and she reads "Now selling Kirkland brand potions!"
There's no getting rid of him, and he's quite content with that.
Iain hums, ears sore from the constant yelling but otherwise unfazed. His focus is concentrated with a what the hell is that when deciphering some sloppy handwriting. To him it's funny, how a student can't spell, how the stepmother thinks she could do anything, how despite everything -- despite his fuck ups -- he's grinning a stupid grin with a lit cigarette in hand. Perhaps he already popped a bottle of whisky.
"Deadlyius." He repeats the right word on his tongue. It flows, and he wonders how a fifteen year old can't sound out the bloody thing. The professor licks the tip of his quill before circling the mistake. Best to make it obvious that the lad would have gotten points taken off if it was an exam.
(That's still 10 points off of the homework grading; 10 points because of "li" and 'ous'.)
"--the fact that you make students collect your potions ingredients from live specimens! Exposing Arthur to unnecessary dangers--" The letter flies near his head, face twisting, hideous and unappealing much like the she-devil and it's still spitting. How can any man find the old hag attractive? Veela blood or not her personality should have been a turn-off. The tail of the quill swats the magical letter and it does move, but only to the other side. "--you think the Ministry of Magic would accept such a syllabus that deviates from its approved methods?" And so it continues, the tangent about Arthur, about his safety and don't you dare ruin his future and if I had it my way he would be learning at the much more respectable Durmstrang Institute!
Same threats about having him dismissed from his teaching position and insults. She's much like a parrot, squawking the same thing over and over again. That's all she talks about: Arthur and Iain. One with pride and the other in scorn. Donald and Peter are practically nonexistent in her eyes. So why him, why was he not forgotten? Because he was the first? Because he actively becomes the thorn digging into her side? He doesn't allow her to forget that he's always there.
Christmas cards of false mirth are spelled to play loud, jarring bagpipes for hours. A painted portrait of him that opens its mouth and speaks just like him to mock her, fame and fortune he brought to the family for being quite a potioneer. She can't deny his existence unlike his other two brothers. So she does the second best thing she can. More yelling, more burning words that he pretends doesn't drive deep into his mind.
The redhead wonders if she can turn into a bird if angered enough like her full-bloodied kind. It might be a funny sight, if she wouldn't be busy trying to tear out his throat. There's no reaction to that one quip about his mother, telling that he by now probably drank two bottles of the strong stuff: sober enough to be grading, buzzed enough to not care.
Almost. He's still sensible enough to let words get to him. He folds the corner of the paper and thinks about those words.
He wakes from the dreamless sleep, from the same spot he was at last night, and thinks of himself, of the stepmother, of his blood and bonds. Iain is the eldest and the unwanted, will always be the eldest and unwanted. He is' still a Kirkland no matter they bloat out his face and name from the family tree and from their memories. People will always know of him as a Kirkland. He hears "Professor Stiùbhart-Kirkland, I have a question!" and she reads "Now selling Kirkland brand potions!"
There's no getting rid of him, and he's quite content with that.
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Wand | |
Phoenix Feather | Rowan |
13 inches | Unyielding |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Potions | History of Magic |
Familiar | Patronus |
Black Cat | Crow |
Scotland from pixiv | |
Captain | |
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