Post by Cassandra Morningstar on Feb 9, 2016 11:28:59 GMT
Little Brother Needed
- 21 years old
- Originally from Chicago
- Half-blood
- Younger brother to Cassandra Morningstar
For the past 15 years Cass’ little brother has been striking out against the world. After the loss of his dad when he was just 6 and his sister, the one person he could then rely on, heading off to the Salem Institute when he was 9, he went off the rails a little. Exactly what form these acts of rebellion took are completely up to you, the only thing I ask is that his sister be the one to have always cleaned these up for him. Like his sister he attended the Salem Institute and he graduated at the end of his 9th year. Cass and her little brother were always close, although things have grown a little more strained as they’ve gotten older. Now he’s moved to London with her to help with the evacuation of witches and wizards from the states. Ideally he’d be working with the Ministry somehow, perhaps in the medical field like his sister, so something like a mediwizard. The exact details and name would be up to you. Suggested face claim is Tyler Hynes, although this is flexible. A little of the family history is included below...
Cass was barely two when her mother fell pregnant again, this time with a little more planning. From the moment her brother was born Cass relished the role of big sister. Everything she did was with her brother by her side, within a year her daddy was calling him her little shadow. Life seemed pretty much idyllic. The family carried on as it had from the minute her parents had graduated – Sunday dinners at the Morningstars with her muggle grandparents, trips to see her mum’s family every time her dad got a break from work. Every night her dad was there to see his children to bed and Cass could have counted on one hand the number of times he’d been late for dinner in her eight years of life on one hand. Then one Thursday night her dad wasn’t just late. An hour after the meat loaf had been placed on the table he still hadn’t shown and Frances was pacing the room, desperately staring out the windows. An hour after that the police arrived, not magical law enforcement – the muggle police. Stopping off to get the milk his wife had requested Carter had been caught up in a store robbery and killed.
By the time the police left the house Frances was practically catatonic and remained that way for the better part of a dozen years. Now Cass wasn’t just playing big sister but a mum to her brother too. She fed him and clothes him, she wiped his nose and put on the band aids and pretty much did the same for Frances too. When the Salem Institute letter arrived two years later Cass refused to go, not wanting to leave her brother behind with just her mom. The two schemed up a way she could stay at home but on the morning she was due to go, her grandfather, her dad’s dad, showed up and took her. He made a promise to watch out for her little brother but by the time she went home that first Christmas her little shadow had changed and things were never quite the same between them again. The chatty little boy was quiet, the biddable nature now stubborn. No matter how hard she tried, Cass couldn’t coax back the boy he’d been.
To start with Cass refused to do well at the Institute but when her brother came to join her two years later things began to change. In the time she’d been gone her brother had grown rebellious. Cass worked her ass off to keep up her grades and clear up after her brother at the same time. The first worked out and Cass got top marks in her OWLs and NEWTs but the second was harder than it had ever been before. By the time she graduated and started training as a healer Frances had recovered and was actively trying to rule her children’s lives. Her brother was worse than ever and with the Warriors of Light roiling up the world things were only getting worse. Cass didn’t trust him not to go getting himself in the middle of things and was always relieved when he decided to help the evacuation effort. Seeing only one way to keep an eye on him Cass picked up sticks to go with her brother to London, leaving Saint Frances, as she’d come to call her mother, behind with her family. On new ground, with the mission of helping the incoming refugees and the British wizarding world alike Cass is hoping she can do some good and help her brother in getting straight.
By the time the police left the house Frances was practically catatonic and remained that way for the better part of a dozen years. Now Cass wasn’t just playing big sister but a mum to her brother too. She fed him and clothes him, she wiped his nose and put on the band aids and pretty much did the same for Frances too. When the Salem Institute letter arrived two years later Cass refused to go, not wanting to leave her brother behind with just her mom. The two schemed up a way she could stay at home but on the morning she was due to go, her grandfather, her dad’s dad, showed up and took her. He made a promise to watch out for her little brother but by the time she went home that first Christmas her little shadow had changed and things were never quite the same between them again. The chatty little boy was quiet, the biddable nature now stubborn. No matter how hard she tried, Cass couldn’t coax back the boy he’d been.
To start with Cass refused to do well at the Institute but when her brother came to join her two years later things began to change. In the time she’d been gone her brother had grown rebellious. Cass worked her ass off to keep up her grades and clear up after her brother at the same time. The first worked out and Cass got top marks in her OWLs and NEWTs but the second was harder than it had ever been before. By the time she graduated and started training as a healer Frances had recovered and was actively trying to rule her children’s lives. Her brother was worse than ever and with the Warriors of Light roiling up the world things were only getting worse. Cass didn’t trust him not to go getting himself in the middle of things and was always relieved when he decided to help the evacuation effort. Seeing only one way to keep an eye on him Cass picked up sticks to go with her brother to London, leaving Saint Frances, as she’d come to call her mother, behind with her family. On new ground, with the mission of helping the incoming refugees and the British wizarding world alike Cass is hoping she can do some good and help her brother in getting straight.
