Post by FLINT COTNOIR on Jan 21, 2014 20:57:19 GMT
Flint’s very existence can all be put down to one massive co-incidence, one that nearly ended badly. 19 years ago, his father Léonce, a prolific auror for the French Ministry, was on an overseas mission in England to catch a known muggle killer from Lyon, Sebastien Bonaparte. It was unusual for a case to be handled by a forgein ministry, but Léonce had chased Bonaparte down for 3 years now, and knew how he worked very well, so the British Ministry had allowed it. It was in his 3rd week there that he found him, holed up in a lovely North London flat, with a muggle student at wandpoint in a hostage situation. It was tense – If Léonce had overstepped the mark at all, he knew that Bonaparte would not hesitate to kill the girl. And so he, carefully, lined up a series of charms to create a host of distractions, exploding around the flat. Bonaparte spun one way then the other, looking in alarm for others, giving Léonce just enough of an opportunity to launch a well aimed stunner at his head, knocking the criminal out.
The female hostage was, of course, Elaine Winderton, a very academically successful muggle who was terrified. But something about the calm, collected look instantly soothed her fear. Within a month, Léonce had handed in his notice to the French Ministry and had settled down in London with Elaine. For two years they lived an idyllic life, although Elaine chose to stay somewhat separate from the wizarding aspects that Léonce brought. A year after their marriage, they were blessed with a boy – Flint.
It would have been a fantastic atmosphere for a young boy to grow up in, with an intelligent and dedicated mother alongside a passionate and just father. However, it was not to be – 4 months after Flint’s birth, Bonaparte escaped prison in France and came for Léonce and his family. Their duel was extraordinary by all account, culminating in an all consuming fire erupting in the house, killing both wizards while Elaine watched on, a young Flint crying in her arms.
The life that followed was very different from what was forseen. Because she didn’t know much about the wizarding world, and had next to no contacts in it, Elaine could only tell Flint that he was one, not what it would entail or such like. She encouraged him academically through the muggle primary school she sent him to, too much encouragement some may say, as she was very harsh on poor grades. As a result, Flint began his habitual study at a young age, not quite robbing him of a childhood but limiting his interactions with the kids he lived amongst. He was also told by his mother, of course, about his father and how he died – However, the way she told it was almost judgemental of Léonce’s career as an auror, as if the danger was not worth the payoff.
At 11, Flint’s Hogwarts letter came, and despite her misgivings about the magical world, his mother did not even attempt to stop him from going. It became time for her to let her son see what the world his father had known was like. Flint himself was terrified – A whole new way of living that he knew nothing about. As such, his study reflex kicked in even harder than before, and for the first year of school he surrounded himself with books to learn all he could about the wizarding world, so as not to appear ignorant. He wasn’t a brilliant student, but with his knowledge slowly improving and classes becoming easier, he was able to spend some time focusing on spellcraft – and his love for it amazed him. However, all it took was one thought of the very brief memory of the thick smoke from the burning ruins of his babyhood and he repressed this love to a secret vice. Now, in the midst of his sixth year, it's a mixture of study stress and yearning that drives Flint down a spiral of sleepless nights and a dwindling social life, and only time will tell if the choices he makes can help him out of his rut...
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