f e l i x amadeus MACGUINNESS

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Name: Felix Amadeus MacGuinness
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Homme
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Rupert Grint

Canon or Original? Original, baby.

Facial Properties: In Felix’s not-so-humble opinion, he’s a pretty good-looking bloke. Of course, that’s him being all egotistical and everything. Then again, he’s definitely not ugly. Oh, sure, he’s a ginger, and he doesn’t doubt that people call him “ginger” and laugh at him for his red hair and say he has no soul and everything, but he doesn’t care. In fact, Felix loves his hair. There aren’t many other gingers in the school, so he definitely stands out. He’s memorable because of his hair. He doesn’t wear it down too much, preferring to gel it and style it into an upward curl. His face is mostly round, though his jaw tapers nicely into a pert chin. His complexion is fair, but his face is, of course, covered in freckles. His lips are pink, with his upper lip being fuller than his lower, and the corners of his mouth always seemed to be curved upward as if he’s plotting something rather mischievous. (They’re good lips for snogging, he says, but he’s biased.) His nose is fairly straight; it’s wider at the nostrils and the tip is pointed. And his eyes, gosh. Other than his hair, his eyes are his most identifiable feature. They’re blue, bright blue, and big and expressive and Felix conveys more through his eyes than any other part of him. And they’re pretty eyes, okay? Yes.
Physique: You know those super-buff guys at school who walk around with abs so hard and prominent that they practically bust out of their shirts? Yeah, that’s not Felix. He certainly isn’t heavy, but he likes to eat, and doesn’t like to do a lot of exercise. He’s not really in shape, and he’s not the strongest bloke around either. He does have a muffin top, and a bit of a belly, but these imperfections are less noticeable when he’s clothed. His fair complexion doesn’t allow him to tan very easily, so his skin all over is very, very pale. His torso has light freckling, but his back has quite a number of patches that in some places are so thick they give the appearance of birthmarks. As it is, the only birthmark he does have is in a place not very easily seen: a splotch, roughly the shape of Australia (ironically enough, but he likes to pretend it’s a “reminder” of his life there), on his left hip – just to the side of his, er, private area. Basically, it can only be seen when he’s unclothed. He’s a tall boy, just brushing six feet. Felix considers his body physique to just be “average”, nothing spectacular, but that’s fine by him. So long as Healers tell him he’s healthy, he doesn’t really care.

Wand Type: Reed with a phoenix feather core, twelve inches.
Wand Expertise: Strong wand, special affinity for Charms.
Patronus: Maned wolf.
Boggart: A giant salt-water crocodile.

Personality:

“Stop worrying – Nobody gets out of this world alive.”
-Clive James

—carefree

Life is the only thing a person has that’s really and truly his. At least, that’s how Felix sees it. And he fully intends to enjoy the one life he’s got, because he seriously doesn’t see the point in working his ass off every day and not having any fun since when he’s old all he’ll be able to do, really, is sit on his butt and mope. With all that time he has to spend not doing anything, does he really want to use it to think back on his life and what he could have done? Does he really want to look back and cringe because of how boring he was? No way. Felix intends to enjoy his life and everything about it. But, he’s not the type to “live each day to the fullest”, because sometimes enjoying life is just lounging on a sofa or even taking a nap because you have the spare time. He likes a drink and party just as much as the next semi-rebellious teenager, but he doesn’t get rip-roaring drunk at every chance he gets (actually, it’s rather hard for Felix to actually get drunk. He doesn’t know why, but he seems to be able to hold his alcohol a lot better than most students, and has definitely drunk more than one under the table) because that’s not always fun for him. Sometimes, what’s more fun is sitting back and remembering everyone else acting stupid on booze. He’s not about to do something stupid just to say he did it. Sure, he’ll go sky-diving, or rock-climbing, but only with the proper equipment and training. Other than that, he’s a very “yes” person. There’s very little that Felix actually says “no” to, and he really only says that if he genuinely thinks he’s going to die doing it. He loves to try new things and put himself out there. He’ll be the first to taste a new, exotic food or drink, and he’d be the first to chug a pint, and the first to cannonball naked into the lake in winter. Really, Felix doesn’t have many limitations. He doesn’t embarrass easily, so doing stupid things doesn’t really faze him either.

—independent

Felix is a popular boy, sure. But being popular doesn’t mean that he has a lot of friends. In fact, it’s the opposite. Being well-known is not the same thing as having a friend, and Felix knows this more than anyone. It’s not that he couldn’t have friends, because he very easily could. It’s just that he chooses not to. Going from home to home as a child taught Felix that nothing is permanent, and that no one in your life will stay forever. Thus, he protects himself from getting hurt by not letting anyone get really close to him. He’s friendly to almost everyone, but almost no one knows him. They might know that he’s adopted, or that his birthday is on Hallowe’en (since he makes a point of announcing it in the common room each year), but they don’t know him. His past in Australia remains the past, and he tries almost desperately hard to not let anything really affect him. He doesn’t share anything with people, and is incredibly good at “faking it”. Felix is definitely not an open book, he’s just good at acting like it. However, he’s not a liar. He doesn’t see the point in lying and feels guilty for it, so he doesn’t do it. Felix is just protective of his past, and of his own feelings, and will defend them with tooth and nail if he has to. No, he doesn’t embarrass easily, but going from home to home while growing up isn’t something he’s proud of, either, and is probably his only source of shame. His experiences in the past taught him that he couldn’t rely on anyone but himself, and as much as he loves his adoptive parents, he still holds that frame of mind today. No one stays forever, and it’s better to avoid the pain when they inevitably leave you, so don’t get close to anyone and don’t let anyone get close to you. … At least, that’s how Felix sees it.

—flakey

The truth is, Felix isn’t all that dependable either. Sure, he’ll do partner and group assignments in classes and he’ll get his part done… just… maybe not as fast as the others. Actually, Felix is pretty bright when it comes to school, and is very, very skilled with magic (Charms especially), but he’s just not dependable when it comes to getting his work done. But if someone is looking for a shoulder to cry on, Felix is not that guy. First, he doesn’t do well with crying, period. Second, because he doesn’t get close to people, he doesn’t know how to comfort them the way they need it, and then they all feel worse. It’s not like he’s just a robot, all hollow inside. Felix does feel bad for people in a mess, because he knows what it’s like to have shit happen to you. He just doesn’t know how to help, and prefers not to, because he’s pretty sure he’ll bugger it all up somehow. His version of helping someone would be to direct them to someone else, someone Felix believes can make a difference. He isn’t the type of guy who can make commitments, either. If there’s something he has to do, he’ll do it, but he’s just not the kind of person who can commit himself to clubs or extra-curricular activities. In fact, the only thing he really can do that’s optional is Quidditch, because of how much he loves the sport and because his team needs him. He doesn’t necessarily forget about the club meetings, he just chooses not to go to them because he doesn’t feel like it, or because he’d rather do something else. As well, Felix doesn’t “do” relationships. He’s definitely the kind of person who prefers to “hook up” with a girl for a night. But he’s not a complete arse about it. He won’t lead a girl on and make her think he really fancies her and wants to date her when he only intends to sleep with her; Felix always makes sure the girl knows it’s no strings attached, and he makes sure that she’s okay with it. He doesn’t kick her out of bed in the morning, either; he lets her leave when she’s ready, and will help her sneak out if she doesn’t want to be spotted. But he’s never had a girlfriend, and he doesn’t want one, either. That’s not to say, exactly, that he “sleeps around”, because he won’t have sex just for the sake of having sex. He does have to like the girl a little bit so that he doesn’t feel like a total arse the next day; he just won’t date her. It doesn’t matter how cool the girl is, really: he won’t commit.

—obnoxious

Haha, yeah. Felix can definitely be an obnoxious little shit. He’s loud and boisterous. He loves to make a scene and be the centre of attention. He’ll pull stunts while flying during Quidditch. He’ll run through corridors. He’ll charm cutlery in the Great Hall to tap dance. In his mind, it’s almost better to have attention on yourself, because the more people know of you, the more they think they know you, and therefore the less they ask about you. Constantly being among others somehow keeps him separate from others, see? It’s weird, but in Felix’s head, it makes sense, and it has worked for him for the past seven years. Felix has gotten in numerous detentions, but they were always for little things, because he doesn’t like to cause too much trouble. He hasn’t done anything worthy of suspension or expulsion, and he doesn’t plan to, either. The problem is that Felix can easily get others into trouble without meaning to. He likes to talk during class, but his whisper isn’t exactly subtle. His voice is naturally louder than most, and it carries quite easily. He can be extremely impulsive around others, so he might pick a girl up and carry her over his shoulder (even when she doesn’t want it) or come up behind a bloke and put him into a headlock and give him a noogie. Felix is a major flirt, and even though he’s more selective with sex, he will basically flirt with any girl – any girl – who makes contact with him. Yes, he’s flirted with Professor Burbage. Yes, okay, he’s even said some flattering things to Professor McGonagall, but she didn’t seem too offended when he said that her bun looked especially tight that day. He can be persistent about his chatting and flirting, especially when he’s amused or when the person genuinely interests him (not that he’ll admit to the latter). He’s bold and forward, and doesn’t always think before he speaks, which can and has led to him offending people without meaning to. But, he does apologise, and feels bad for it. He’s not a bad guy, he’s just… a guy.

At least, he likes to think so.

Likes:
+flirting
+pretty, pretty girls
+quidditch
+eating
+his hair
+talking
+acting
+being massaged
+dragons
+flings
Dislikes:
–detention
–being scolded
–Peeves
–being alone
–misplacing his ring
–too much quiet
–his birth parents
–homework
–cold
–pureblood “supremacy”

History:

the first three years

“Well, not much is known about little Felix ’fore he showed up here. He was just left in a hospital, can you believe that? I haven’t a clue how his parents were allowed to leave without him, but there you have it. And they can’t have just ‘forgot’ him, ‘cause he had somethin’ with him. It was a ring. Mind, a ring is much too big for a baby, but there you have it. Might be a family heirloom, since it had a little family crest on it. Nothin’ fancy, really, just some crossed sticks under a dragon, of all things, just weird if you ask me. Anyway, we took him in at the orphanage and gave him a bed and we did try to find his parents, but it was the strangest thing. It was like they never existed. There wasn’t even information on them at the hospital, no doctors remembered them… it was like little Felix just came out of thin air. Poor tyke. We did what we could for him, same as any kid, but he was always… strange. Things happened around Felix, y’know? Lights blew apart. Things moved. When he was upset, I swear we all knew it, ‘cause funny things happened. And it had to be Felix, ‘cause he was taken in by a family when he was just past two, and all the weirdness stopped. But it didn’t work out. They brought him back, said he ‘wasn’t a good fit’ for their family, and it all started up again. He cried a lot for a while, and oh, if someone wasn’t holdin’ him, somethin’ was bound to break. Toys, lamps, windows… There was something about that Felix kid that just wasn’t normal. Strangest thing, too, ‘cause you wouldn’t think he was abnormal just lookin’ at him. Sweet little thing, too, such a good boy, had a big, bright smile… shame he just had bad luck. Sure hope that’s changed now, though. I don’t know anythin’ about what happened after he turned three; he was adopted, see, and they didn’t bring him back.”

– Holly Druin, a worker at an orphanage

the next four years

“I thought he’d be a perfect addition to our family. He was young, he was a sweetheart, he was absolutely adorable… he needed a family, and we could provide one. We already had two children of our own, but we always wanted a large family and decided to adopt instead of reproduce. All Felix had was his name and a grubby little ring, which he always had in a pocket and would become upset if it was ever taken from him. We thought he was a completely normal child, but we were wrong. I swear, he was possessed by the devil or something, because he could do things. Lights would flicker when he was upset, you know? Weird. But that’s not all. When he was about… about four, I guess, I was sweeping the porch and went inside for a minute, and when I came back, the bloomin’ broomstick was floating. In mid-air! And there was Felix, happy as a clam, watching it. Well, I thought we mighta had a ghost or something, so I searched paranormal experts, but they said we were clean. So I left the broomstick around Felix again, stepped away for a minute, and when I looked back, I saw him lift it up and let go of it and it just hung there. Well, that was the end of it for us. No devil-spawn was going to become part of our family.”

—Lola-Maria Hanson, devout Christian

“My wife and I were foster parents. It was a growing trend in the States, where we moved from. We had been foster parents there, and decided that we would continue to do so after we moved to Australia. Mr. Hanson contacted us rather late one night, said he had a child they’d attempted to adopt but it wasn’t working out, and they didn’t care about legalities or anything. They just wanted him off their hands. Of course, we weren’t thrilled about this but decided a four-year-old couldn’t be that bad, so my wife and I met with them. I didn’t know what they were talking about, really. Felix seemed like such a sweet kid. So, we took him in. Poor kid was so confused for the first few weeks. He kept asking about the Hansons and when they were coming to get him. He was, of course, sad when we told him the truth, but seemed to get over it. There was one night… I remember it now. He had a nightmare, and the whole upper floor seemed to shake. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, because we lived next to railroad tracks, and the house would shake a bit whenever trains passed by. Now that I’m thinking about it, though, I don’t think there were any trains that night. I wish I could say we were his last family, but we weren’t. My wife died a year and a half after we took him in, and I’m stuck in a wheelchair; not a lot of work for people like me back in the sixties. I couldn’t afford to keep him, so I had to send him on. I sure hope he turned out all right, though.”

—Harvey MacGuff, foster parent

“Felix? Oh, the little ginger one! He didn’t stay with us very long. Only about… three months, I imagine? We were new to this whole ‘foster’ business. Mr. MacGuff asked us to take good care of him. He was a very sweet boy, very bright and funny, but… well, he brought a whole bunch of bad luck with him. We had to take him everywhere with us, see, because if one of us ever left, he’d think we were leaving him forever and would scream bloody murder. The last time he did it, it broke every bulb in the house. He was dangerous. I didn’t want him around after that.”

Claire Higgins, superstitious

“Everything was an adventure with Felix. We lived in the Northern Territories of Australia, and well, you know what else lives up there. It was his second month with us that he had an encounter with a saltie, and I thought he was done for. It wasn’t a very big one, just a baby, about three feet long, but it was still bigger than him and had teeth. Came at him when he chased the cat down to the water, and Felix jumped out of the way and he disappeared. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but he actually disappeared when he jumped and next I saw him, he was standing up and brushing dirt off his arse only a few yards away from me. I didn’t know how to tell my wife what I just saw, so I left it, and Felix didn’t mention it either. I did get rid of the saltie, though. I even gave Felix the skull for him to keep, but that seemed to upset him. Weird stuff didn’t happen for a while, but one day, my wife took his ring – you know, that big, clunkin’, ugly thing he came with? – and some of her jewellery to get it all cleaned, and didn’t tell him. You’d think a hurricane went through the house with the way Felix ransacked it! The strangest part was, I was only outside for about five minutes before I came in and saw it. Five minutes. He destroyed the house in five minutes. Couldn’t believe it. Poor Felix though, he was shaking and crying and saying he lost his ring, and he only calmed down after my wife came home and told him she just took it to get it cleaned. No idea the thing was so important to him. Felix and I did lots together, though. He helped with the farm and loved to chase all the animals. Stayed nearly two full years before… well, my wife got laid off from her job, and the farm was going downhill and I couldn’t find work, and she got pregnant, and we knew we could barely afford our lives as they were. Adding another child… we had to choose. My biggest regret is sending Felix away, ‘cause it wasn’t long after that that the farm picked up again and we had money to spare. Hope he found a good family, though.”

—Thomas Deckman, farmer

the next nine months

“Some neighbours of ours were the ones who told us the Deckmans needed a foster child taken off their hands. I was surprised when my boyfriend volunteered. I didn’t think he wanted kids. The kid – I can’t even remember his name, but he was a funny little ginger thing – was only with us a week before he hit [my boyfriend]. Sent him straight to the hospital. Hell of a right hook for a seven-year-old. Said [my boyfriend] had tried to touch him. Bullshit. I wasn’t going to put up with that in my house, so I dropped him off outside an orphanage and drove away.”

—wishes to remain anonymous

“Felix walked into our orphanage with nothing but a name and a ring in his pocket. He said no one wanted him but he was hungry and could he please have some food. We had no choice but to take him in, of course. We couldn’t contact anyone because he never told us anything about his past. No one seemed to be looking for him, so we figured he was an orphan of some sort. When he first came to us, he was a very shy, quiet boy. He didn’t look at anyone and he didn’t talk to anyone. I felt so bad for the kid, because I knew that meant he’d been through hell. Over time he started to brighten up, but he still didn’t make friends with anyone. I asked him why once, and he told me, ‘Because everyone leaves me someday.’ Broke my heart, that kid. Then one day, something happened that I’ll never forget. He was looking at that ring of his when one of the older kids took it from him. He was always a bit of a bully, that one… Felix told him to give it back, and the boy didn’t. Felix shouted at him to ‘give it back now!’ I went up to stop the fight, but the other boy was suddenly levitating a good three inches off the ground, and without a word, Felix gave him a little push and he flew – flew! – back a good ten feet before he hit the floor. Then Felix marched right up to him and took the ring right out of his hand. All the kids called him ‘freak’ and no one wanted to be his friend, but he was okay with that. That’s when I remembered a secret one of my old friends told me twenty years ago. I looked her up, and after a good two months of searching, finally found her. ‘There’s a boy in my orphanage,’ I said, ‘and he’s a wizard.’ Well, you wouldn’t believe how fast she got there – or maybe you would, since she was a witch – and she and her husband adopted him without a second thought.”

—Marjory McNealy, Muggle

the last ten years

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“When Marjory wrote to me, it was the first time I’d heard from her in fifteen years. She never had a problem with my being a witch, but after I got married, my husband – a wizard – and I moved away, and we lost touch. Marjory and I had grown up near each other and had played together as children, and even when I went to learn about witchcraft and she went to Muggle school, we stayed in touch. My parents weren’t thrilled with me being friends with a Muggle, but this isn’t about me. This is about Felix. My husband and I… well, we wanted children. But years ago, I splinched rather horribly while Apparating. Healers did what they could, but they couldn’t save my reproductive organs. I couldn’t have children. I knew it was a sign that we were meant to have Felix when I received Marjory’s letter. My husband agreed, though he said he would have preferred if the boy was a pureblood – he’s very old-fashioned. We met Felix, and asked him a couple questions about his ‘accidents’, and Marjory told him to show us his ring. I didn’t recognise it, but my husband did. He said it was the MacGuinness family crest, and MacGuinness was a pureblood family that we thought died out. Unfortunately we didn’t know who his parents were, but he didn’t seem to care. He told us his name was Felix MacGuinness and he was pleased to meet us. After that, my husband and I signed the adoption papers and took him home. We told him everything about magic and the wizarding school he could go to in Australia, but he never did go there. My husband got a wonderful job offer from the Ministry of Magic in London with International Magical Relations three years after we adopted him, so we packed up and moved everything there. Shortly afterwards, Felix received an admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the best wizarding schools in Europe. He’s been with us ever since, and he’s finally found a family. He’s finally found a home.”

—Denise Maverick, adoptive mother, pureblood

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