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Archibald Learmonth
Status:
Muggle-born
Birthday:
01 Jan 2014
Nationality:
Scottish
Residence:
Shetland Islands, Scotland
Function:
Second year, Slytherin
Wand:
29,8 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring
Born on new moon on the 1st of January 2014. The rare moment when the power of the new moon synchronized with the Sun and the Moon in Capricorn at the same time.

He's quite a compact but solid boy, with a sturdy stance — several years of helping his father on their fishery. Slight ruddiness comes from coastal Scottish weather. His ginger, or rather closer to auburn hair, always had a practical but slightly tousled haircut. Rather blue, bright eyes were always alert and filled with determination. His face was always serious, as if there was nothing to be joyful about, but it was not true. He was happy at what his life always had been: calm, filled with work and studying, playing with their dog and spending time with his family. Dearest mother and father, and their dog — they were his world, and he did not need anything else.

He’s blunt and not quite delicate, solitary life was not doing good to his social skills, but he was never afraid of people. There was no manipulation or trickery in his very simple life. He was honest and direct, pretty confident, collaborative only when it was really necessary (meaning non-relatives). Cannot say a lot about his manners, not a savage, but not an aristocrat. Very disciplined, but only in what matters to him dearly. Mostly unsympathetic, practical, grounded and calm. Magic is not something that exists in the world of a fisherman’s son.

When he was 9, he fell under ice during winter fishing, panicked and with an internal scream his body was pulled up onto the solid ice. His father dragged him to the ground and rushed home to get him to warmth. It's discussed once to understand what happened, but only to guess that it might have been an underwater current. They have never talked about it again.