Post by freddie hill on Aug 17, 2012 16:39:48 GMT -5
FREDRICK WILLIAM HILL
freddie grew up in london, england to two muggle parents who lived humbly. they were both teachers in an elementary school. he was an only child and so his parents were flabbergasted when they learned that their own son was a wizard. freddie was thrilled, because although he enjoyed the company of muggles, he had never quite fit in with them and never really made any friends because muggles often found him to be rather peculiar and bizarre. when freddie enrolled at hogwarts he was sorted into hufflepuff house and could not have felt more at home. he was finally among students whom he could relate.
always a bit of an oddball, freddie was the jokester throughout school, but he still tried his best in his studies. after he graduated he decided that he wanted to become a teacher like his parents, although he wanted to spend a bit of time away from hogwarts. he learned to speak french all while growing up, because his grandparents were both from france, so after he spent some years teaching care of magical creatures at beauxbatons in france. although he loved his job there he soon wanted to return to his second home, hogwarts, and so he applied to be a professor there. he has been teaching care of magical creatures at hogwarts for the past 5 years and simply adores his job. students find him to be silly and extremely likable and he's usually always generous with grades which can often times get him into a bit of trouble. although the slytherins don't really appreciate his quirky behavior and consider him a bumbling oaf, the other houses seem to like him just fine. among other professor opinions tend to be split too. its almost as if people either love him or hate him. they think he is entertaining and kind or they just think he's a silly klutz.
♣ quirky
♣ a little bit insane
♣ kind
♣ extremely giving and generous
♣ honest
♣ extremely talkative and fast-talking
♣ dependable
♣ very anxious and twitchy
♣ love animals
♣ free spirited
♣ forgetful
♣ clumsy
♣ absent minded at times
♣ has trouble focusing on one thing intensely
♣ scatterbrained
♣ hard to take seriously sometimes
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and for the moment, all was well on the island of... well, wherever the hell they were. excluding their circumstances, it was a gorgeous and beautiful day for the survivors of airbus a380. most had retreated from their tents to bask in the sun, collect fruit, and go about their daily business just appreciating the fact that it wasn't raining today. but where was daniel harrison? not among the survivors basking on the beach. not among those collecting fruit. in fact, no one really know where he had wandered off to. he had in fact strayed far, but not too far. he was making his way through the jungle to get to the caves. the caves weren't usually busy with people, but there was a rather good chance they were empty on a beautiful day like today, and that was the only reason danny chose to venture to the spot.
With one swift movement of his hand, he brushed away some of the jungle brush and plants that were in the way of his path. the jungle could be confusing at times, especially since the survivors had not been on the island long and therefor did not know it well. the way to the caves was a path that daniel was starting to learn very well now. it had been his haven, his refuge when the old familiar feeling of longing had rushed over him. it was the longing for substance. a longing for being taken away from reality. danny stuffed one hand in the back pocket of his jeans, paranoid to make sure that what he needed to accomplish this still resided in his pocket. he was releaved to feel that the small plastic baggy was exactly where he had left it. At the moment he was adorned in a simple tee shirt and jeans, as he had left the rest of his belongings back at his tent. he wanted to create the illusion that he had not gone far or on some long voayge of any sort. he didn't really want anyone knowing about his problem, for that is what it truly was, a problem.
danny walked in silence save for the sound of his own feet crushing sitcks and leaves beneath him. he was lost within his own thoughts that constantly swirled in his mind. he imagined what it would be like if he were anywhere else in the world right now. afterall, he was headed to tokyo, japan before this mess up in his schedule had taken place. but frankly, daniel wasn't all that outraged to have crashed on an island in all honesty. he was just dieing to get away. away from wherever he was. after he had arrived back home in brooklyn after being overseas, he could no longer live the life he had been used to. in iraq danny had become addicted to drugs. there was some pretty f**ked up nuts going down over there, and he hadn't known any other way to deal. in fact, a lot of the soldiers had taken up the habit while they were there. and they had all exchanged substances with one another. but when they had gotten back home it wasn't like they could just give up what their bodies had become addicted to. when daniel got home his whole life was changed and he didn't know how to readjust. so he constantly moved, that was his philosophy.
Moving, moving, moving, that was daniel. first he had drived his way down to south carolina, in pursuit of beautiful weather to distract him from all the mental scarring he had to overcome. that hadn't last more than two days. he convinced himself it wasn't warm weather that he needed. that was too reminicent of the desert he had been in overseas. so then he bought a plane ticket for montana and never looked back. but in fact when he arrived there, danny discovered he was so used to desert weather that he couldn't handle that either, and so he moved to the next warmest place he could, california. he thought it was the perfect solution. california had gorgeous weather, all the substance he could get his hands on, and pleanty of distractions that he could forget about his life with. in less than a week, danny had travelled to the other side of the country. but even that wasn't enough. sure he got all that he thought he wanted, but he realized it wasn't doing anything to help all the turmoil he was going through. that's when he bought a ticket to tokyo. maybe it was the entire country that he needed to escape. it was foolish still, especially considering daniel couldn't speak a word of japanese. but he was determined, and then out of no where, ended up stranded on an island in the middle of the pacific instead.
He was certainly out of the country now. just not exactly in the sense that he had planned. only back in the states a week and he had been to a handful of different places, and now he was here. at last danny finally approached the cave. he didn't take time to observe the incredible ominousity of it, because he had already been here a few times since they had crashed on the island. he entered the cave, but he was not to easily engulfed by darkness considering the wonderful weather. and he also didn't want to venture too far in to the pitch black cave in case he couldn't remember how to get out again. either way, he was eager to get going already so he was satisfied with being semi-hidden by the shadows of the cave. he immediately retrieved the baggy from his pocket and opened it up. it was a form of heroine that you, of course, inhailed. one of the most unpleasant kinds of experiences, but it was all danny had left. the island wasn't exactly abundant in illegal drug resources.
danny decided not to use all of it. he spared some in the baggy and stuffed that back in to his pocket while he placed what he had taken out on the tip of his knuckle. he scrambled a little because it was sort of difficult to conduct this process in the dark but daniel had been so hell bent on no one seeing him. raising the knuckle on his index finger he raised it to his nostril and took a quick hard sniff. he exhailed through his mouth heavily as the vile substance infiltrated his nose and before long his senses too. the familiar feeling washed over him and at once he felt relieved. staggering in to the sunlight he wiped his nose on his arm. it was a little bit pinkish colored, but not too obvious. it could have been mistaken for a cold... sort of. He leaned his back against the wall of the outside of cave and slid down to sit with his knees bent in front of him. he placed his two large gangly hands on top of his head. the feeling continued through him, he could feel it. and he savoured every moment of it because it would not be long before his supply ran out. a trillion things whirled through his mind that he wished would go away, but not even the drugs could take care of such painful memories. they only briefly distracted danny from them.
