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Name: Harley "That Short Kid I Make Do My Homework" Randers.
House: Ravenclaw.
Heritage: Muggle-Born
Favorite Subjects: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms.
Despised Subjects: Muggle Studies
Favorite Teacher: None. Harley tends to be one of the most quiet students in the class, and neve approaches a teacher with anything outside of a class. As of such, teachers rarely get to know him terribly well.
Hated Teacher: Snape. Harley's afraid of Snape, whom instantly struck him as some manner of freak.
Status: Sober. For now.
First Magical Encounter: A Cheerio spell.
Dreams and Aspirations: Harley wishes to become a wizard doctor when he finishes at Hogwarts. Though, he wouldn't mind being a Muggle doctor either. However, the one thing he wishes he could do more then anything in the world is to revive the dead. Recently, Harley's been stricken with a desire to speak publicly, to make everyone see his opinions, and he believes he can overcome his fears if he's just given a chance at that.
Physical Appearance: Harley stands at two feet and nine inches tall. Seriously. He's thin to the point it's almost unhealthy because he hardly ever eats; some say it's lazyness, others think that it's due to the way he feels. He has long, black hair which hasn't seen a cut in a while, perhaps because he doesn't want to have to go out into society to get it neatened up. Harley's taken to wearing his hood constantly as he's become very paranoid considering his appearance and other people judging him; it's something of a security blanket to the young wizard.
Fears: People, spiders, failure, death, talking to girls, most magical creatures, Priggo, ghosts, Peeves, poorly cast spells directed towards himself, Proffessor Snape, talking to older kids, dogs, flying broomsticks, Boggarts, his father being disapointed in him, his Muggle-Studies teacher picking him as an example, Flich. Being unheard in his opinions, miscasting spells and thus hurting someone by accident.
Personality: Experience has slowly changed dear little Harley to make him outspoken, though constantly dour. Always looking on the down side of absolutely everything, Harley would instantly strike someone as the sort of person to look at the glass as half empty, as opposed to half full. Though he has developed a sort of compassion towards those in situations similar to his own, rather than being self-centered as he used to be.
History Of Harley:
Born in Ireland, as the midget, Kleptomanic son of an Irish mother and English father. Harley was always teased and bullied because of his mental disorder, his father, and his smallness. He was home-educated due to his over-protective parents. Put simply, he had no friends, and was down-right depressed. He was, however, one of the cleverest kids there were in his street. When he was nine, his family moved to England, because his mother applied for a job there, and was hired. In England, he was still home-educated, and bullied even more due to his accent. Though he did have friends this time! The first was a poor little guy that was born unable to move his legs, perhaps the only person Harley didn't think was better off then him, and the other was some sporty tough guy that stood up for the two little nerds. After a year, though, Harley's father needed to be hospitalized. While he was in hospital, before any doctors had checked him for anything, he told Harley's mother that he had cancer, and didn't tell Harley or Harley's mum before because he didn't want them fussing over him. He died within the year. Fair to say it crushed little Harley, only a week before his eleventh birthday, he had to watch his father's heartbeat monitor turn from a slightly jerking green line, to one that wasn't moving. The child stood there, holding his father's hand, listening to the long 'beep' of the machine. He didn't cry. There are times when you're beyond tears. He was alone after that. His mother was always - ALWAYS - working; sometimes she'd go for months at a time, and only stay for a few days, and it had been like that since they moved to England. "Mum missed dad's funeral because of work..." Eventually, things looked up for the now very sad child. Something left a letter on his windowsill. The letter said he'd been accepted into a school... It was rather odd to him. Though, with directions and instructions that were supplied in the letter, he managed to find his way to Diagon Alley. It wasn't running away, it was just "leaving without asking". He bought all he'd need for the year, then, with the help of some teenagers that'd been going to Hogwarts for a few years already, he managed to stumble his way to the school.
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