Sébastien Batteux Beauxbatons

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SÉBASTIEN BATTEUX

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third year | beauxbatons | broom racer

BASICS. ────────────────── AGE. fourteen D.O.B. 1st september, 9am SPECIES. human GENDER. male NATIONALITY. french BLOOD STATUS. pureblood appearance. personality. history. disappearance. threads. relationships. ───────────── CONTENTS.

APPEARANCE. Reducio While standing at the height of 5"5, Sébastien's jet black hair hangs just above his almond-shaped grey eyes. He has naturally calm facial features which carries a smile from his pink lips. He has freckles dotted across his cheeks and nose which only form in the summer time. Also along his cheeks are blister scars which are easily visible all year round. He loves to dress to impress and normally wears shirts tucked into his jeans with either a pair of converse or vans or his school uniform which he finds quite appealing and rather dashing.

PERSONALITY. Reducio His grand-parents had always taught Sébastien to be considerate, kind and calm but however many times he was told that it always went in one ear and out the other. Apparently, he reminded Lilian and John of his father. Always the rebellious, trying to be charming type. He never let anyone get in the way of what he wanted. His goals had to be met or it would seem like a failure that could be added to his list of other faults. He could be described as the bad boy but Berry has a lot more determination than the normal stereotypical all brawl and no brain. He loves to study languages and knows that knowledge is power so the knowledge of languages should be more power than he could even imagine. There is a small soft side to the self-centered boy. He is sensitive and shy about certain subjects. Most of them revolving around family. Sébastien had gained trust issues from the few interactions he had had with the other children of the neighbourhood. It takes a whole lot to be able to crack his hard exterior. Once that has been broken through, the boy is welcoming with warm arms and insults. The fourteen year old is trying to change his way at approaching life and other people because he knows that sometimes being rude is not as helpful as he thought.

HISTORY + DISAPPEARANCE.

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HISTORY.
Ever since he was an infant, Berry (coming from his middle name, Thierry) had lived with his deaf grandparents from his Mother's side. Lilian Sr. and John André couldn't remember a time when they didn't have to care for little Sébastien. His parents had decided to leave him with them while they both travelled the world together as a young care-free couple. It was never fully explained to Sébastien why his parents wanted to go away for a prolonged period of time and not taken him along with them. There had never been a reason Berry could make up that would mean he would have be kept back in France. It was both a mystery to himself and his grandparents.

It was unusual to hear of Wizards and Witches who were deaf as old age deafness could be treated simply by any Healer. However, Lilian and John's deafness was not something that could be cured. They had both been out on a simple date and enjoying each other's company when the unfortunate pair both got caught in an accidental magical explosion. They had never been told exactly what has caused it but came to the conclusion it had probably been a backfired spell or something like that. As cheesy as it may have sounded to Sébastien, they had grown closer than ever before after losing their hearing. Even though their bond could not be broken, it had caused quite a few issues when communicating with Berry when he first started learning to talk.

Around the age of 5, he had decided if he ever wanted to have a proper conversation with his grandparents he would have to work extra hard. This included studying and endlessly practicing standard French sign-language courses. However, just like every other child, he procrastinated, got extremely bored and very distracted by more exciting things. It wasn't until he had tried to ask for a Muggle comic book, at the age of six, which made him finally understood exactly why he had wanted to start learning a new language all together. After all his neighbour had taught him how to speak simple sentences in English how hard could Sign language be? Sébastien's days consisted of a set routine of breaks and studying time but it wasn't long until he started to actually enjoy the knowledge of things. Breaks then became over time and the time had arrived where he could ask questions and start a conversation with his grandparents came a lot quicker than they had all expected.

With all of his time studying to help his and his grandparents' life be easier, he had never learnt anything about magic and potions prior to going to Beauxabatons. There in fact was no sign of Berry even having magic until the age of eight years old when he sneezed (due to his terrible hay fever) during dinner and blew all the cutlery and plates off of the table, smashing them all into tiny pieces. At first, he was quite embarrassed of how he had destroyed the beautiful china teapot but got over it soon enough when he realized he had finally shown the magic his grandparents had been anxiously waiting for.

Sébastien also never had time to go outside and socialize with the other children on the neighbourhood. They were quick to judge him for his love of knowledge and so desperately also wanting friends. He had tried to be nice and charming. He had tried to approach them with open arms but all they had done was push his away. His trust issues built up quickly and instead of coping with it and backing down, his pride wanted to retaliate. So that is exactly what Berry did. He got back at them by picking on the things that they were insecure about themselves. The boy had found it quite easy to come up with small quick witty lines and quite enjoyed it. He had only ever interacted with a few people who had thought he was weird and therefore Sébastien had made a judgment about everyone purely based off of a small minority of society.

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THE DISAPPEARANCE OF SECOND YEAR.
- 26th December 2020: Berry first experiences symptoms of not being able to speak and later in the day becomes heavily fatigued.
- 28th December 2020: He starts to gain purple pustules on the face.
- 29th December 2020: Sébastien is diagnosed with Spattergroit by a healer.
- 1st January 2021: Told he will not be allowed back to school until he has fully recovered.
- 26th June 2021: Told by his grandparents that because he missed 6 months of school he has to be held back a year.
- 5th July 2021: Fully recovered however has gained a few scars on his face from the pustules and blisters.

Waking up was one of Sébastien's favorite things to do in his daily routine. He loved opening his window and feeling the morning breeze dance across his pale skin. That was until the day after Christmas came. Boxing Day. His throat was sore and his eyes were extremely heavy. He could hardly move his arms without needing to take twenty deep breaths. It was unusual. Sébastien hardly ever got ill let alone a blocked up nose.

There was nothing to worry about though of course. He would get over it in a few days. Berry could not miss school. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he didn't want to miss school. Everything would be okay. His grandparents would take perfect care of him and he would be perfectly healthy by the time Christmas Break would be over.

Two days later and he still wasn't getting any better. In fact, he was getting even worse! Purple pustules had started to sprout up all over his face predominantly on his cheeks. Sébastien still couldn't speak and he was constantly in and out of sleep. Lilian and John (his grandparents) had started to check in on their grandson more than Berry would have liked. Every half an hour, one of them would pop their head around the door and either see him sleeping or awake giving them a confused look. They had become terribly worried and agreed on the next day they would call for a professional to be brought to the house and diagnose Berry.

Promptly at sun rise, John André set off in search of a Healer. It hadn't been very long until the male stumbled back inside the house with someone trailing in behind him. Lilian had directed the Healer up towards Sébastien's bedroom and allowed them to conduct their analyze alone.

Berry had become even more confused when an unknown face appeared around the door and explained to him that they would be checking to see if he was going to be alright. At first glance, the Healer had made their first assumption and muttered something to them self, making the boy hope it wasn't something so terribly serious. He glanced around the room and tried to avoid all eye contact with the Healer at all costs. Sébastien could not bear to think of what they were going to say to him.

Around quarter of an hour later, the Healer stood up and thanked Berry for his time before walking outside and closing the door. Small rustles were coming from outside the door which probably was a piece of paper the Healer was writing on to communicate with the adults of the house. He had jumped slightly when the door opened once again and the Healer along with his grandparents came into the room. Lilian and John had the most dreadful looks on their faces which only fuelled the boy's worry even more than there already was.

The Healer then stepped forward and sat down on the chair next to his bed. They calmly spoke aloud assuring Sébastien would be fine however what he had would probably leave him bed ridden and ill for months. Months! He would be sure to miss school. They continued by stating the obvious and confirming for everyone that the boy would not be well enough to go back to school until he was fully healed.

Months passed and he was still not well. Sébastien could not believe that he of all people had to go through this. Why not some other person who actually didn't want to go to school. Why not someone who could care less whether they got out of bed or not. He was sure that by the time he recovered that he would have gone quite insane. There was nothing to do at all. He couldn't even practice incantations of spells or continuously repeat his favorite words in Veela.

It had gotten closer to the end of the school year than Sébastien had liked. He had hoped it would blow over in a few weeks and he could return to old normal life. However, the boy did not get to play out his ideal plan and his hope had faltered as it came towards the middle of the month June. Even if a miracle happened and he was completely healthy again there would be no point in going back to school for two weeks only to return home for the summer.

Just as things started getting better for Berry, he got the worst news he would probably ever hear. He had finally been able to start speaking small and simple words when his grandparents had told him that he would have to repeat Second Year to make sure he does not fall behind the class. To say Sébastien was devastated was an understatement. He had always known the power of knowledge was important but to be held back a year really made him angry. How dare they make him re-take a year. How dare they make him feel like he wasn't good enough to catch up in his own time.

There was no chance in changing anyone's mind though. There was no point in trying. Sébastien would just have to bear and grin through the humiliation. His emotions got the best of him once he had finally been able to get out of bed and speak properly again. Just days after the school year ended. Why did it have to happen to him! Why him. Why not someone else.

Sébastien vowed to himself that he would not bring up the six months of his life unless someone else asked about it. He tried to act like it never happened but he was always reminded of the experience when he looked in the mirror and saw scars littering his cheeks caused by the constant scratching of blisters. There was nothing he could do to change it and he would just have to live as if they were always there.

Waking up had become something that Berry dreaded.