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Owen Oliver

"It was kind of a stupid question, so you're gonna get made fun of a little bit."

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a character in “Hogwarts: The Aftermath”, as played by PutAnotherX

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XXOWEN OLIVER

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xxN I C K N A M Ex x x x x x x x x x x x xxxxxxOwen, Ollie-O.
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xxS E X U A L I T Yx x x x x x x x x x x x xxx..xbisexual.
xxH O U S Ex x x x x xXX ..xx x x x x x xxxxxx. Ravenclaw.
xxA G Ex x x x x x x x x x x x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx seventeen.
xxD I A L O G U Ex x x x x x x x x x x xxxxxx x#51008b
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5' 8" | 173 cm
medium length, straight, side-parted, nutmeg brown.
blue.
Although Owen used to keep his hair fairly short, he's started keeping it longer since his time in America. He is not very tall, but his athleticism allows him impressive speed. He has a well-defined jaw and a crooked smile.


Owen's style is smart, yet casual. He doesn't care much for fancy outfits consciously, but he tends to pick out the nicer things without thinking.


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LIKES; Owen enjoys tasks with clear goals. He likes playing chess, both Wizard's and muggle. He takes great pride in his academic prowess and his responsibilities as a prefect. He is an active member of the Magical Creatures Club and the Potions Club, and both encompass some of his greater interests. He spends a lot of time with his sister Cordelia. He enjoys rainy, wet weather, and all the accompanying smells, sounds, sights, and activities that go with it.




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DISLIKES; Owen hates disorder, and he can't stand messes. He isn't a fan of spontaneity or conflict He is hurt that he was not offered the position of Head Boy alongside his sister, but that is one thing he would never admit.
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Owen is a steadfast, dedicated person. He's the one everyone else can set their clocks to. He is punctual and dutiful, and when he says he's going to do something, he does it. He's never late, and he hates when other people are.

He gives off the impression of being cold and aloof, but he really just isn't great at expressing warm emotion. He likes facts and step-by-step plans and straightforward procedures that have been tested and found effective. He will follow an effective procedure to his dying breath.

Owen gets frustrated when others are inconsistent or do not keep their commitments. He will, however, keep his frustrations to himself unless he is asked, at which point he will be brutally honest. He believes honesty to be the most efficient way of communicating, and thus employs it 99% of the time, whether or not it will hurt someone's feelings or make him appear rude. He is an excellent mediator, objective and truthful, and he is often sought out by his younger housemates to settle disputes.

He loves learning, and he has a particular fondness for magical creatures. Animals in general also bring out the tender, caring side of him that only his sister sees otherwise.

He and his sister both harbor guilt for leaving Hogwarts in its time of need. Their parents believed it was the best way to keep them safe from family members that ended up being actual Death Eaters instead of just sympathizers.
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S T R E N G T H S

S T R A I G H T F O R W A R D
As far as Owen is concerned, honesty is the best policy. He is direct and unflinching when delivering the truth, and he never tries to conceal facts, especially when he knows they are important. You'll never catch him playing mind games or trying to deceive someone.

R E S P O N S I B L E
If Owen commits to it, it is going to happen, come hell or high water. He completes his duties and stays focused on his goals. Integrity is everything to him, and he carries out his goals with integrity, determination, and unwavering patience.

P R A C T I C A L
Cool, calm, and collected, Owen would never get anything done if he allowed himself to fly off the handle and break down. He makes clear, rational decisions based on facts and effectiveness. He follows the rules, and he prefers when other people do as well. He believes in structure and order—a system in which everyone knows exactly what's going on and why.


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R I G I D
Owen is stubborn and unyielding. He believes in nothing but the facts, and that can lead him to trouble when others act on their feelings. He always plays by the rules, and he doesn't like to venture outside of his comfort zone. Unstructured environments can leave him paralyzed.

I N S E N S I T I V E
Owen often forgets to consider emotions as part of his decisions, so he can be dismissive of other's thoughts and feelings at times. He is also very blunt and honest. While that's mostly a positive, it also means he really has no filter when it comes to telling hurtful truths.

J U D G M E N T A L
Owen is simply unlikely to respect people who disagree with facts or remain willfully ignorant of them. He can also be very judgmental of himself, and he has a tendency to blame himself for things going wrong.


Q U I R K S

Owen is a very particular person. He likes things a certain way, and he keeps a detailed and organized journal to help him keep track of everything. He doesn't do well with empathy, so he can come across as cold and unfeeling at times. His laid-back and casual conversation to get to know someone can often resemble an interrogation, with probing, often deeply personal questions. He absolutely hates inefficiency, which can cause him a lot of problems with the strange and traditional ways of witches and wizards. Although his accent is (mostly) English, he has a lot of vocabulary that is distinctly American.


H O B B I E S

Owen enjoys playing Quidditch, although he absolutely hates watching it. He likes simple, ruled activities like chess and collecting. He prefers studying and improving his magic to most other activities, which is part of why he decided to become an animagus.


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ImageImageM O T H E R, Olivia Rose Oliver (née Wyatt). thirty-six. Owen and his mother are particularly close, as he's a bit of a mama's boy. For the first twelve years of Owen's life, Olivia was a stay-at-home mother to him and Cordi. After that, she took a receptionist job at the Ministry of Magic. She was ousted from this position during the war for being muggle-born, but has since been reinstated.

F A T H E R, Ophion Octavius Oliver. thirty-eight. Although for the most part Owen's relationship with his father is mostly positive, Owen worries that Ophion is disappointed that Owen is in Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor, especially when he sees how well he and Cordi get along. Ophion is an Unspeakable.

S I B L I N G, Cordelia Rose Oliver. seventeen. Cordi is Owen's twins sister. Like Owen, she is a seventh-year at Hogwarts. She was sorted into Gryffindor, but they are still inseparable. Despite their close relationship, he doesn't like to be compared to her or treated as if they are one person.

U N C L E, Frederick James Wyatt. thirty-six. Freddie lives in Boston, Massachusetts, and works as a prosecutor for the no-maj state government. He consistently straddles the line between the magical and non-magical world, as he and his twin sister were born magical to no-maj parents. Owen is close with his uncle Freddie. He's almost a third parent to him. During the Second Wizarding War, he and his sister were sent by their parents to Boston for protection, where they lived with their uncle.


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W I Z A R DXXI N D E X

B L O O D S T A T U S xxhalf-blood

W A N D xxalder wood, unicorn hair core, 10", unyielding

P A T R O N U S xxAsian golden cat

F A M I L I A R xxtabby cat named Joseph

Q U I D D I T C HX P O S I T I O N xxSeeker

B R O O M xxStarsweeper VII

B O G G A R T xxhis sister's death

A M O R T E N T I A xxlilacs, vanilla, and old leather

R O L E
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Like so many people's, Owen Ophion Oliver's story begins with his mother's. Olivia was born in Massachusetts to no-maj parents. She and her twin brother Freddie attended Ilvermorny, and promptly after graduation took a vacation to Europe. She met Ophion Oliver in Prague, where he was also on vacation. After a whirlwind romance, she followed him back to England, where they were married. Freddie returned home. Olivia and Ophion's own twins, Owen and Cordelia, were born a little over a year later.

The twins had a charmed, seemingly perfect fairy-tale childhood. Their mother stayed home with them while their father worked. They lived in a comfortable cottage on an idyllic estate paid for by their father's family money. They did, however, have to hide Olivia's parentage from the straight-laced, supposedly pure-blooded Oliver family in order to not be cut off. The Olivers didn't so much mind her being American, but they would not have tolerated her being a muggle-born.

Owen and Cordi spent the first part of their lives inseparable from each other, so when they got to Hogwarts it was quite a shock to be split into different houses. At the time, they both could have survived in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but as they grew, they began to form their own independent selves that exemplified the houses they'd been sorted into.

The Second Wizarding War was trying for their family. Their mother was outed as muggle-born, and they were sent to Boston to protect them from the Death Eaters. There, they lived with their uncle Freddie and their maternal grandparents. They also lived without the magical society they had grown up surrounded by. Their paternal extended family shunned them and their father, and even tried to kill their mother. To distract himself from the war, Owen decided to complete the training of an animagus. He did so in Salem, Massachusetts, under the guidance of his uncle's animagus friend. His animal form is an Asian Golden Cat like his patronus, and he's still trying to figure out what that means about him.

Although America was not without its interest, their return to the U.K. was greatly anticipated. Now, they have to pick up the remains of their lives and try to keep their fractured family together.


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sheet by: solarflare xx filled out by: PutAnotherXxx faceclaim: dylan sprayberryxx hexcode: #51008bxx inspired by: the writer's voice

So begins...

Owen Oliver's Story

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Oliver Character Portrait: Octavia Chaves Character Portrait: Esme Sano Character Portrait: Beatrix Binns Character Portrait: Aurora Vause Character Portrait: Callista Everett Character Portrait: Christian Rose Character Portrait: Abraham James Character Portrait: Owen Oliver Character Portrait: Kade Fallon Character Portrait: Thomas Rohdlig Character Portrait: Arden Shinomura Character Portrait: Hana Mori Character Portrait: Cedric Hickenbottom Character Portrait: Vivianne Wright Character Portrait: Leonard S. Faymann Character Portrait: Gregory Halliwell Character Portrait: Lu Mchugh
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Thomas Rohdlig & Beatrix Binns & Gregory Halliwell

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The hum of the crowd seeped through the wooden walls of their locker room as the Gryffindor Qudditch team tightened the straps of their kneepads and gathered their brooms for the first match of the season. Thomas adjusted the straps of his gloves as he gathered the team together in a huddle before the game. "Alright everyone, I know... This has been hard on a lot us" His breath hitched as he stared at the faces of his teammates scarred from the battle, "but we can't let it keep us from what we love, whether that be being here or kicking some Slytherin ass" He smirked and chuckled slightly to lighten the mood. "Cord, Hana do what you do best, Finn keep you eye Halliwell, and Calli bring it home" He added a slight wink in her direction before the horn sounded signaling the start of the match. "Let's make Gryffindor proud", the statement went a little deeper than just Quidditch to him.

His red and gold Quidditch robes swept behind him as the wind roared throughout the pitch. He made his way to the center of the field, eye-to-eye with the Slytherin Captain, Kenneth Lyndon. Madame Hooch patted both the boys on the shoulders, giving them the side eye, "Alright boys, let's keep this match fair and square, no tricks or foul play. Now shake on it.". Thomas extended his hand first and Lyndon gripped his hand pulling him harshly towards his chest. "Let's see if a two year break has made you soft Rohdlig" He sneered before shoving him away and stalking back towards the far side of the Quidditch pitch with the other Slytherins.

Thomas's body tensed, and he watched the hair on his forearm raise. He squeezed his broom rather tightly and took a deep breath, he got rather anxious and moody the closer it got to a full moon. It was something he didn't want to have to think about during the match, his lycanthropy was something he hand't told anyone. Out of embarrassment or fear, he wasn't too sure but he knew people would look at him differently if they found out and that he occasionally turned into a bloodthirsty wolf once each month.

Madame Hooch's whistle pulled him out of his own head and back to the field as he jogged back to his team and secured his helmet, tightening the chin strap to where it fit snuggly on his head. "Alright, take your positions!" Thomas immediately shot into the air, a smile forming on his rather stoic face. It was exhilarating to come back to the sport he had loved after the war. In that moment things felt normal again, good. He held a single fist in the air to his teammates as they readied themselves, and watched as they followed in suit. After a few moments of silence, Madame Hooch's whistle blared and in a second brooms where flying throughout the air. The first Quidditch match of the season had begun.

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"Do we HAVE to be your little house elves today?!" "Yeah, come on sis, can't we just watch the Quidditch match!" Beatrix shot her two younger brothers a swift glare as she shoved note pads in their hands. "This is one of the biggest matches of the season, the first time Gryffindor and Slytherin get to battle it out since, the War. I need you to to gather all the bloody details for me, I'm already understaffed as it is". They both gave her the exact same disappointed look at the same time. Twins. "Can't you get Callista to do it?" The sound of the trumpet almost washed out Peter's voice. Bea hurriedly nudged her brothers down the steps, "She's in the match, now get out there and get my story". She watched the two admit defeat and finally trudge down the steps of the Hufflepuff section in the Pitch.

Beatrix tugged her coat closer to her body as the chilly winds of October began to settle in. She couldn't believe that it had already been a month since they all started. At first, it was weird and uncomfortable. Others were able to adjust back into the life of a student, but the lingering thoughts and feelings still held others back, she truly didn't know where she stood. Bea couldn't deny that every time she walked through the halls she couldn't help but hear the echoed screams of those who had lost their lives in the Battle. However, regardless of the pain she had promised herself to be a strong support to others and immediately threw herself back into the paper. It proved to be quite helpful, and rather calming not to mention she was working on a rather lengthy piece about the war itself.

She stood by the edge of the railing to the Hufflepuff seating section, pen at the ready as she watched the players (from her view they looked like little ants) march across the field and get into positions. She hadn't seen some of her friends yet, but the majority of them knew how preoccupied she became when she writing. Her face crinkled into a smile as she recognized some of her friends on the field and let of a little cheer, "Lets go Calli!".

Moments later her pen and pad went flying out of her hands and onto the ground of the already packed floor of the Hufflepuff section. A group of students (who she hadn't seen before) pushed past her rather aggressively. "Excuse me - ?" She said rather confused as they didn't even give her a second glance. How rude She thought to herself as she watched the group pave a path to the underside of the stand. Call it an inkling, or feeling, but something felt utterly wrong. Suddenly she lost sight of the group as the students around her shot up in cheers, waving their hats and scarves around as Madame Hooch signaled the start of the match.

She scrambled to pick up her pen and pad before pushing through the crowd to follow the students that had just past her. As she got closer to the exit she saw the tail end of the last student disappearing down the steps, and quickly ran after them being careful to keep her distance. She had no clue if anyone had picked up on her little curiosity, she hadn't seen her friends yet, but as she descended the steps the bad feeling in her gut only grew.

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Gregory Halliwell wasn't having a particularly great day. He had managed to oversleep, lose his homework for transfiguration, and miss breakfast entirely. A great start to his first Quidditch match of the season. Gregory had already had a difficult time adjusting back into school after all the horrible crimes his father and sister committed, deep down it was humiliating for him. He'd never felt more alone in his life. He had a few friends here and there, Kade was one of the most understanding, but he didn't go one day without getting a rather harsh glare from a classmate. Being instantly defined by his family was wearing away on him, and he spent the majority of the year already keeping to himself. At least he still had Quidditch. Which he was late for.

He had to dash to get to the game in time, and he knew that Lydon wouldn't be too happy with him. Lyndon was a blood supremacists, a typical "evil" Slytherin, and the biggest asshat he knew. The only reason the boy got Captain was because his father handed over a large sum of money to the Quidditch team, Rory knew Viv or Esme would've been a much better match for their captain. He got a poignant glare as he dashed into the Slytherin locker room from Lyndon. "Sorry, I got caught up-" Lyndon cut him off rather abruptly, "Does it look like I care about your excuse? Get ready". Rory held his tongue and just nodded, hurriedly grabbing his pads from the locker and putting them on while Lyndon gave them a pre-game speech. "The Gryffindors already think they have this in the bag, which makes them careless. I will not lose this first game to them. Stupid mistakes today will cost you your position so I suggest everyone play like their life bloody well depended on it, do whatever you need to do to win. Now get out there". Everyone shuffled out of the locker room, but Lyndon blocked the exit with his hulking figure before Rory could follow his teammates. "I don't appreciate you being late Halliwell, do it again and your off the team" It was a curt threat but Rory was rather unfazed, Lyndon was all bark and no bite.

The wind whipped his curly hair around as he walked out on to the field following Esme and Viv out. He watched the Gryffindors do the same, his eyes on Hana and Cordelia, they were great, fierce chasers and would definitely be a strong match for him to face. Regardless, Gregory always enjoyed a challenge. At the sound of Madame Hooch's whistle he was up in the air, the Quaffle flying straight to the middle of the field. He made a beeline for the ball managing to snatch it first, tucking it underneath his right arm. He maneuvered through a sea of red and gold players furiously trying to protect the Quaffle, nearly getting knocked off his broom by a bludger. Just as they had practiced the day before, Karen Spinnet, one of the beaters had distracted Rohdlig with a bludger directly to his face, and Gregory launched the Quaffle through the 2nd ring. He grinned (for the first time in months) as he heard the satisfying ring of the bell along with

"TEN POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN".