Name of PC: Emma Wynn
Name of iNPC: Louca Dufort
School of iNPC: Ilvermorny
Year: Fourth

Louca was born on December 13th, 2010 to Ember and Drake Dufort, two members from what used to be respectable pureblood families, one in France, the other Canadian. Well, at least his father was. His mother’s family was still respectable but had disowned Ember when she married “that Dufort boy” as her father had always said with disdain dripping from his voice. But the two were in love, and no one could keep them apart. Who needed the money and respect if they didn’t have love? Drake’s family had unfortunately fallen on hard times. A great-grandfather had invested unwisely, and their misfortune was furthered by a bit of a quirky uncle who spent his money on everything from wellington boots to muggle gadgets. Needless to say by the time that Drake was born, the money was gone and his parents were forced to run cons to make a living. Of course, as one does the cons were discovered and they became pariahs to reputable pureblood society.

Louca was born in Montreal, Quebec, and that was the longest stint his parents stayed in one place. They lasted almost two years before moving to a small town in Nova Scotia, then across the border to New Hampshire, and well, the states and provinces continued on. Louca grew up in a household where French and English were spoken interchangeably which has made for some interesting turns of phrases. Every time they moved, his parents always made it an adventure (rather than admitting they were running to avoid the law and the angry people they had swindled from their money. To Louca, it was normal. He claims Quebec as his home because he was born there and it is somewhere his parents frequently return to but that’s mostly to keep people from asking too many questions. Louca learned early on that the name of the game was distract, and deceive.

From the time he was old enough to hold a deck of cards, his parents were involving him in their schemes. He learned to use his looks as a weapon and to always keep people happy, whatever that meant. Although never to the point of physically hurting or killing others. His parents may have lower standards but there were lines they would not cross. By the age of five he had become quite proficient in a number of muggle card tricks, admittedly with a card deck that was smaller than normal considering his hands were only so big.

However, on this particular day he was struggling to get the Triumph. It should have been simple but he just could not get it to work. His parents were doing their best to teach him and then distract him once his frustration became clear, but Louca was just as determined to get it right. Finally, Louca did the trick, and showed his father the one card that was upside down. By the look on Drake’s face, Louca knew he had failed once more. Screwing up his face, he felt so awful, and stupid. Right in front of Drake’s face, the card changed suit and number several times, before settling on the card that Drake had chosen. Drake of course knew that his son had just displayed true magic and picked his son up, swinging him around and laughing. It wasn’t until Drake explained to Louca that he understood what had happened. You see, his parents hadn’t hidden that they had magic, but considering the wizarding laws had very strict secrecy laws, Drake and Ember stuck to muggle cons such as fortune telling, fake potions, muggle magic tricks, anything they could pick up to make a quick buck. So Louca hadn’t really put two and two together and realized that he could do actual magic and not just make things happen that look like magic.

Now that Louca knew he had true magic, he became even more daring then he had been previously. Before this, he was eager to climb every surface he could (including rock walls without harnesses, and cliffs), and then subsequently jump off most of said surfaces. He did not jump if there wasn’t going to be a softer landing than a bunch of jagged rocks or ways to slow himself down, but still, he was always looking for the next adrenaline rush. His parents encouraged the behavior, knowing that experiences were the only true things that stuck around. After displaying magic, he became just that bit more reckless, thinking that magic would save him in the end. Of course this also meant that he ended up accruing more injuries like a broken leg, torn ligaments, and a few others but hey, he was still alive.

The winter Louca turned 11, his parents decided to try their hands at a shop in New Orleans, figuring that there was already muggles who claimed magic existed there, so why shouldn’t they try to settle even a little bit. They did open a shop, and started running classes and special nights, really playing things up for the tourists especially. The shop was moderately successful, but of course they couldn’t stay still for that long. There were frequent periods where they would either close up the shop or find someone to cover it for a bit and just go wandering again, even in the six months until Louca received his Ilvermorny letter. Louca had heard about the school from his mother and was excited for a new adventure. Though there is a niggling doubt that it will be no fun at all considering the uniforms and the structure of the school.