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Name: Cassius Alexander Warrington
Gender: Male
Date of birth: 23 October 1977
House/Year: Slytherin, finished in 1996
Blood status: Pureblood
Sexuality: Yes, please. I mean, straight.
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Physical characteristics: Described in canon rather uncharitably by Dean Thomas as the "big bloke from Slytherin who looks like a sloth", Cassius Warrington is a former Slytherin Chaser, and certainly looked the part during games. Standing at an imposing six feet two inches and possessing an athletic, broad-shouldered physique, he's certainly not small and retiring, in either appearance or demeanor. Dark-haired, dark-eyed and most often found smirking, those who don't hate him for either being a Slytherin, being a prat, or both would grudgingly admit that he's not bad-looking, though they'd likely refrain from any glowing compliments in the interests of not making his ego any bigger than it already is.

A fairly well-off pureblood, Cassius typically wears simple but well-cut robes in tactile materials (Egyptian cotton and linen in the summer, cashmere in the winter). He's well-dressed and usually well-presented, but not overly fussy, and while the fashion police of Witch Weekly will certainly not find fault with his wardrobe, neither will he look as though he's just been starched and ironed in preparation for one of their modeling spreads. He still keeps in shape, playing the odd pick-up game of Quidditch whenever he can find time and someone to do so with, and jogs and swims on a regular basis.

Definitely not shy or introverted by any stretch of the imagination, Cassius' movements are expansive and forceful, his manner jovially assertive. He comes off as someone who knows where he's going, what he wants, and how to get it.

Distant History: Cassius Alexander Warrington is the only son of Alexander and Cordelia Warrington, nee Caligo. Both his parents were contemporaries of the Marauders, though a few years older, in Hogwarts. The Warrington side of the family owns Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley, which was opened by Cassius' great-great-great grandfather Augustus Warrington circa 1850. It expanded from a small local business to a very successful shop with the innovations and new models of racing brooms and equipment, and has several very profitable contracts with multitudes of broom companies and advertising endorsements from many successful Quidditch players. By the time Alexander took over the company from his father, it was more than successful and popular enough that he rarely had to actually work there at all, and was able to run things from a comfortable office with the assistance of managers and employees actually running the day-to-day operations in the store itself. Cassius isn't QUITE so lucky, but more on that later.

Cordelia Warrington, on the other hand, comes from a family primarily employed in the Ministry of Magic. The only daughter of very well-off and doting parents, she was expected to go through the debutante circuit and become a lady of leisure, but being a young woman with an independent mind and quite a bit of ambition, chose to follow her older brother Francis' footsteps into the world of Magical Law Enforcement. While Francis focused his aspirations on the Wizengamot and the study of wizarding law, Cordelia was accepted to the hit wizard training program. Rather than any of the moneyed suitors who may have wished to marry a tractable pureblood girl from a good family, she accepted a proposal from Alexander, who was a housemate back in her schooldays who was fond of teasing and provoking her now and again, but never tried to stifle her independence. It was four years after they had both left Hogwarts that they married, and two years later, Cordelia would give birth to Cassius, their only child. Determined not to do as her own mother had done with her and leave the care and upbringing of her son to the house elves, Cordelia took a four-year sabbatical to raise her child, and after she felt that Cassius was old enough, went back to work, though she switched off to working nights in order to be home with him during the day. And so it was that Cassius grew up in a well-to-do household, doted upon by his parents, but not given free reign to do anything he wanted and with the expectations and knowledge that one had to work and rely on one's wits in order to get anywhere, and that things didn't come for free. Therefore, while he certainly has a healthy ego and a comfortable lifestyle, he's not quite a spoiled, self-entitled brat of the Malfoy calibre.

Upon his entrance to Hogwarts, Cassius Sorted Slytherin, like both his parents did before him. Having grown up with a childhood interest in Quidditch, he tried out for the team in second year, and made reserve, along with several of his yearmates. Having a realistic understanding that making it big in Pro Quidditch wasn't all that easy or practical of a goal, he wasn't quite as obsessive with the sport as some others in the school may have been, and made certain to keep up decent marks in his classes. It wasn't until fourth year that he made the team proper, but much to his chagrin, Quidditch was cancelled due to the whole mess with the Chamber of Secrets.

As a student, Cassius was diligent enough and made certain never to give the professors an opportunity to show him as unprepared or a dunce in class, but a tractable, earnest brainiac he was not. He spent much of third and fourth year coming up with the most lugubrious death predictions possible for himself in Divination and was one of Trelawney's favourite students, much to the amusement of everyone all around. McGonagall likely would've had a few headaches with him in class, as he would've been the sort to suggest transfiguring Mrs Norris into a pot-holder as a viable way of practicing spells, but his essays and spellwork would have been faultless, and she would only have been able to deduct points for cheek. In fifth year, much to the bemusement of several other students, he was appointed Prefect, and he cheerfully agrees with any speculations that the Headmaster might have been smoking gillyweed when said appointment took place. He sat for OWLs in Arithmancy, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Herbology, Potions and Transfiguration, and dropped only two of those courses afterwards.

In sixth year, he tried out for the Triwizard Tournament, along with yearmates Angelina Johnson and Cedric Diggory, as he had just turned seventeen at that time. He was not selected, but didn't choose to feel too heartbroken about it, and followed the proceedings with interest. He didn't wear a Potter Stinks badge, as he didn't care enough about Harry to feel inclined to go out of his way to be nasty. He spent most of the year on the sidelines, socialising with both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students, and took one of the Beauxbatons girls to the Yule Ball, keeping her in stitches with his appalling imitation of a French accent and various funny incidents he'd run into on Prefect rounds.

In seventh year, to the continued bafflement of his fellow students, he was appointed Head Boy, and certain parties were sure that it would not have been so had Cedric remained alive. He was not the most conventional of Head Boys, certainly, and not at all of the Percy Weasley variety. And yet, in his way, he was effective enough, keeping a mostly laid-back attitude at Prefect meetings, but certainly willing and able to pull Weasley and Malfoy apart if the two seemed ready to come to blows. Alternating between blase and Bad Cop, he kept the other Prefects and students on their toes, and had a sniper-like accuracy for spotting troublemakers. Rather than delivering lectures, however, he had a tendency to mock those, say, caught snogging in the Astronomy Tower, which in actuality was more effective in preventing such occurrences from repeating themselves than the same, usual warnings and point deductions.

The one problem with that year was, of course, the advent of one Dolores Umbridge. As his family has always more or less been involved with the Ministry, he didn't automatically assume the worst when she arrived, though he certainly did not think that she was qualified for teaching. It was quite by accident that he discovered the darker side of her personality, upon running into a second-year who'd come from one of her detentions trying to wash the blood off her hands while on his Prefect rounds. Realising right off the bat that getting on her bad side would be foolish, he kept his manner mostly polite and deferential around her in the face of new educational decrees, and when asked to join the Inquisitorial Squad, acquiesced. He was rather appalled that the trio etc. could be so reckless and ill-thinking the night that Umbridge busted the DA when already the school was more or less on lockdown, and attempted in his way to do damage control and stop the situation from compounding into something worse. It all backfired, however, and after getting hexed before a Quidditch game for more or less just trying to do his job, Cassius decided that he did not have the patience to work for the Ministry. Having a head for numbers, a shrewd enough business sense and more than a passing knowledge for Quidditch and related paraphernalia, he went to work after Hogwarts doing the books and learning the ropes of Quality Quidditch Supplies, managing to cajole a few new and lucrative contracts.

Recent History: Two years into working and snarking his way up for Quality Quidditch Supplies, the Ministry of Magic fell to Death Eaters. Cordelia Warrington, a well-established and experienced hit witch, and her brother Francis Caligo, a long-time Interrogator for the Wizengamot, both refused to subjugate to the new government, and tendered their resignations with more than a few scathing words about the new government. In retaliation, the Warrington family home was attacked one evening when Francis was over for dinner, and while everyone there managed to escape with their lives, fear of further retaliation caused for Cassius' family to close up Quality Quidditch Supplies, shut down the manor, and leave the country. For a year and a half, they lived in Boston in the United States, mostly off of savings. However, for his own amusement, Cassius worked part-time as an assistant to the flying instructor at the nearby Salem Witches' Institute, an all-female magical school where he acquired a number of fangirls infatuated with the combination of Smirk and British Accent.

After the conclusion of the war, his parents both decided to retire for good after many years of work, and relocated to live the high life in Hawaii. Cassius returned to Britain to fully re-open and take over Quality Quidditch Supplies, and has slowly but surely built it up again. There are still many people dead or missing in the Wizarding World, and he has yet to find a suitable manager for the shop, which forces him to be there himself more often than had been the case with his father, but he's hopeful. Now if only people would be smarter, things would be so much easier for him. Though they'd also be more boring, so really, it's a fair trade.

Current employment status: Cassius is a businessman and the current proprietor of Quality Quidditch Supplies, with a good head for figures and a talent for acquiring new accounts. He is quite determined that while he does not have to be a stodgy bore in order to run the business successfully, he will not bring down the established reputation that the shop has had since its opening more than a hundred years ago. Ambitious underneath the snark, he also intends to expand, perhaps opening up another branch in Hogsmeade, and several other wizarding locations. As a boss, he is exacting but basically fair, not devoid of a sense of humour, but also not one to miss a trick. The wizarding population of Britain is still rebuilding after the war, and so, similarly, Cassius is still also establishing himself. He is fairly well-off and comes from a wealthy background, but chooses to live somewhat more simply than he could, and puts most of his capital into his business.

Personality: Cassius is a cocky, egotistical, snarky Slytherin prat. That is what people see first and foremost. Do something stupid? Why yes, of course he mocks. Develop a crush on someone who has no idea? Obviously, he will pick up on it and possibly plot to make you fess up if he cares enough. Really, really, REALLY hate nicknames? Sorry, except not sorry. People named Charles will be known as Chuck, people named James will be known as Jiminy Cricket, and people named Tracey Davis will be known as the Hellacious Leggacious, but the latter doesn't so much care about nicknames and dishes many out herself. Underneath the jovial sarcasm and the one-liners, however, is an observant, canny individual with a sharper mind than one might expect from stereotypical thuggish Slytherin Quidditch types. He is somewhat provoking and enjoys getting a rise out of people, so particularly if someone already has a bad opinion of him due to preconceived notions, he'll likely spend a good portion of his time baiting them, and is fairly good at locating and probing weak spots. However, it is all in the spirit of fun, and it would be rare for him to have a go at someone who was genuinely upset, or say anything truly mean and uncalled for (i.e. he might tease Lavender Brown by calling her Gigglefit, but he'd not make fun of the fact that she's a werewolf). He's quite sociable and talkative, and will not be a flatmate who keeps to himself and holes up in his room.

He has a few redeeming values, not the least of which is the fact that once he does befriend someone (particularly if the someone isn't a person whom he'd expect to like), he can pop up with moments of odd considerate behaviour. No, he doesn't sing lullabies or give foot massages. But if you're his friend and sick, he'll toss you over his shoulder, cart you to St Mungo's, and buy you a bouquet of obnoxiously brightly coloured honking daffodils. He is also possessed of a sense of humour and not easily offended, so those of whom wish to call him names, wonder how the hell he made Head Boy, tell him to die in a frelling fire, etc. etc. can do so and he'll mostly just smirk and shrug it off. However, he DOES take exception if anyone accuses him or anyone in his family (by dint of being pureblooded and mainly Slytherins for the last several generations) of being Death Eaters. If THAT accusation is made, he'll likely mock the individual at great length for his or her miserable stupidity, and not mince any words. If someone does manage to accomplish the very improbable and completely piss him off, Merlin help them. Six feet two inches of muscle with more than adequate spellwork skills, he is fully capable of pounding or hexing someone unconscious. It would take a lot, however, and usually, the person would've been warned to desist a while before the explosion.

As a flatmate, he does pay his bills on time, and won't bring home floozies to shag on the living room sofa. That being said, someone particularly thin-skinned and humourless would hate living with him, and he doesn't tend to respect those who are easily intimidated or overly simplistic. Some may find him irksome, but for the most part, once a person gets to know Cassius Warrington, he or she will find that the hype of pratty pureblood Slytherin Quidditch type makes him sound really rather worse than he actually is.

Samples

First person entry:

Number of transactions for the day: 167
Number of Bludgers sold: 23
Number of Quaffles sold: 49
Number of Quidditch books sold: 79
Number of Snitches sold: 12
Number of broomsticks sold: 82
Number of Quidditch robes/gloves/kits sold: 121

Number of children running amok: 200+
Number of parents who stopped their spawn from running amok: 25-30
Number of Snitches released in the shop by enterprising youngster: 10
Number of Bludgres released in the shop by enterprising youngster: 3
Number of windows smashed: 2
Number of people conked in the head: 6

Number of Galleons charged to irresponsible breeders for the behaviour of their beget: 500

Number of times some idiot or another made an attempt to steal the new Firebolt IV in the display window: 24
Number of successful attempts: 0

Number of times the proprietor of the shop, one Cassius A. Warrington, contemplated the bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky in the back room: 23487623423489745976234

Number of times the proprietor of the shop, one Cassius A. Warrington, wished that he had a manager to run the day-to-day operations of the store: 23487623423489745976234.

Ah. All in all, a typical day in the neighbourhood. How is everyone else, then?

Third person entry: http://community.livejournal.com/ootp_newts_logs/5598.html In which two people are very, very much supposed to hate each other. And then something happens. I play he who is Warrington's housemate :P