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Full Character Name: Thatcher Avery Grant
Character Birthday & Age: July 2nd 1990, 17
City & Country of Birth: Norwich, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Halfblood
House & Year: Ravenclaw Seventh Year

Wand: 12 inches springy and knobby oak with Phoenix feather core

Physical Description: Standing at an even six feet, Thatcher has been able to see over both his parents heads for quite some time now. Elizabeth Grant likes to joke that she and her husband saved those few extra inches for their boys. Thatch and Parker just figure that they take after their uncle.  Like the rest of his family, Thatch's coloring is dark, olive toned skin dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His hair is switches between a short wispy cut and longer shaggy cut. The deciding factor in the cut depends on how much his bangs drive him nuts or how much he's bugged about the length of his hair. He inherited his father's strong jaw and his mother's squinty eyed smile. Being the younger Grant boy he's typically described as a mini Parker, lean and muscled,  somewhat unassumingly so. Thatcher hides it more than his older brother though he'll be the first to admit that he could beat his brother if they were going off pure arm width.

He favours the typical uniform of the teenage boy,t shirts, long sleeve button ups, hoodies and jeans. Though being part of a Ministry family and a Hogwarts student means he owns his fair share of dress clothing and he wears them well and usually without complaint. He's not big on accessories, his mother went through a phase where she bought him numerous wrist bands and hats but they mostly sit in the back of his closet at home waiting for the day one strikes his fancy.

Personality Description: Thatcher is an odd mix of energizer bunny on a sugar rush and laid back slacker. He's an easy going guy for the most part, not constantly smiling but he's not big on brooding. He'd rather ignore whatever is bothering him when he's around people, there's no point in dragging everyone else down with him. It takes something big to actually put Thatch in a funk though because he's always surrounded by people.  When he's surrounded by people he finds it hard to turn “off”, even when he's exhausted. He loves sports of all kinds, muggle and wizard, he's a  weird kind of jock, a geek at heart who will devour any book you put in front of him who also could kick your butt running around a track.  He's not big on feelings and more often than not if you go to him when you're upset he'll crack jokes to try and cheer you up because it's what he knows. If you're a close friend it's not easy to hide things from him however because he learns how to read you. It can be thoroughly frustrating but also deeply comforting. He makes friends easily and he’s the sort of guy who knows someone everywhere you go. He only has a few close friends though; everyone else gets reduced to people to pass the time with. He's not extremely active in Hogwarts life, he goes to class and plays Quidditch but isn't really involved with clubs no matter how many times Ruby has tried to drag him to SAWS meetings. It's just not his thing. He has no grand plans to save the world or make it a better place, he's just concerned with getting through school at this point. And right now that means he gets to have a little fun. It's only his close friends that get to see Thatch when he's “off”, the mode where he's not smiling and cracking jokes all the time. He's perfectly content to sit in the common room and devour a book in an afternoon or lounge around on the grounds with someone and talk.

Thatcher Grant has left many people wondering how in the hell he was sorted into Ravenclaw in the first place. He never seems to be doing his work and he sits in class with a bored expression on his face most of the time. Unless something really interests him it's as if he thinks there's something better he could be doing. He'll surprise fellow classmates and professors alike however when called on, because even though it looks like he's not paying attention he's able to answer most questions. It's when he honestly can't that any of his friends would start to worry. Growing up he was always the kid who seemed to have a horseshoe tied around his neck, because he could pull through difficult situations without any sort of effort. He reads quickly and absorbs information like a sponge and so sometimes gets bored when he's hearing it over again. There are certain classes he just can't get the hang of, like Divination for example (that was a bad scene) but he seems to pull good marks out of the air like...well...magic. It's been a point of contention between Thatch and a few friends over the years when he seemingly slacks off all term and then does better than those who have been busting their butts to do the work. He doesn't rub it in people's faces however, he just lets them think what they want. He'd rather do that then try to explain himself. Besides if people knew what he was actually capable of they would expect a whole lot more than he's prepared to put the effort in for. He'd rather be the good time guy for a little while longer before he has to face the real world.

When it comes to his friends Thatch is fiercely loyal. He’s the kind of guy you want in your corner. It is always nice to have a tall, muscular guy standing behind you. He loves deeply and completely and isn't one to shy away from displays of affection. He's big on bear hugs and his smaller friends have been picked up far too many times to count. Arguments between Thatcher and Ruby Flickwick for example mostly end with her being flung over his shoulder and carried either out of the room or run around it. Once you've gotten to the point where Thatch cares about you, it's hard to shake him. It takes something pretty awful to lose him, and he finds that people often get fed up with him long before he can decide that he's done with them.  He has few enemies, sure he has people who hate him but he tries not to let it get to him. You can spend far too much time hating people; life is too short to get hung up on the past. He tries to forgive as much as possible but some times it’s just not. When those moments come around he tries his best just to move on and leave that person in the past, he's a big believer in the line “a friend is a person that knows everything about you, and still likes you.”

When it comes to relationships of the more romantic kind, Thatcher isn't exactly finished developing his ideas. he's had a steady string of girls since his third year at Hogwarts but none of them ever really stuck. The longest relationships he's had with girls have been more the friendships kind. He's sure those relationships have something to do with why his flings never last too long. It takes a while for him to get to that comfort point and when your girlfriend sees you lounging in the common room sprawled across your friend it tends to put a damper on the relationship. The closest he's come to a real relationship outside of his friendship with Ruby was with a muggle girl and it ended badly putting even more of a damper on his desire to date. He's perfectly content to date casually and without strings and just hang out with his friends.
 

History: Elizabeth Kennedy and Jackson Grant were not friends, in fact she hated him. He was annoying and loud and didn't belong in Ravenclaw. Okay fine maybe he was smart but that only made it more annoying. She was muggleborn and so always felt like she had something she needed to prove, she did extra work and paid rapt attention during class. Jackson had nothing of the sort, he felt no need to prove himself. He knew he was intelligent and so spent most of his time cracking jokes and pulling pranks. The two ha d been at odds since they'd met on the train in their first year and by fifth year it had escalated  to constant jabs in classes and everywhere in between. After one particularly bad bout of thrown hexes they landed themselves in detention. The first part of the hour found Elizabeth scowling at Jackson every five seconds for landing her in detention in between insults and Jackson sitting very quietly and smiling at her. After half an hour of this rather infuriating situation she finally broke down and asked him what he was smiling about. Jackson went on smiling and told her that the whole reason he liked to irritate her was because she was awfully pretty when she was pissed off. By the end of that hour Elizabeth decided that maybe Jackson Grant wasn't so loathsome after all. It took him another year to actually get her to agree to go out with him though, and by the end Valentine's Day ball of their sixth year she was head over heels for the stupid git. They were married two years after leaving Hogwarts, Elizabeth had landed a job working with the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office and Jackson started working with at the  Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Elizabeth maintained that it was simply fodder for his jokes. Their first child Parker Grant was born a year later in the fall of 1983. He took after his mother in her quiet reserved nature. They would wait another seven years before little Thatcher came bouncing into their family. Their second boy was not quite so quiet, Jackson proudly proclaimed that his youngest took after him.

Growing up the Grant boys were exposed to all things Wizard and Muggle, Elizabeth wouldn't dream of keeping her boys from her family and so they spent many a vacation with her parents and with her brother Matt's family. Matt's son Ethan was only a year older than Thatcher so they were always close whenever the boys went to stay there. Thatch and Parker grew up playing Qudditch and football, watching movies and playing Wizard's chess. Parker continued to be the more 'responsible' brother, driven and focused like Elizabeth had been at that age while Thatch fooled around and joked. When they took TaeKwonDo in the summers they spent with Matt and Ethan, Parker was always completely focused and whizzed through his belts. Thatcher on the other hand, though he enjoyed the classes became a favourite of the instructor because of his sunny disposition and humour. When Parker was whisked off to Hogwarts and sorted into Ravenclaw there was no surprise, Thatch however being only five when his brother left, had to be eased into the idea that his older brother wouldn't be around during the school year anymore. So for six years he lived as an only child during those eight months. It forced him to be a little more independent. While he still followed Parker around like his shadow when the older boy came home for holidays, Thatcher learned to do things on his own and play more solitary games. It was in those months that he started his love affair with reading, Elizabeth swore she never taught him how and that her youngest son learned to speed read all on his own. She would hand him books and he'd devour them in a single sitting and then go out and play with the neighborhood boys. It only frustrated him a little bit that he had to keep his flying practice to his Nana and Poppa Grant's backyard because the muggles living in their area of Norwich weren't used to seeing little boys flying around on broomsticks.

When his letter came for Hogwarts Thatcher couldn't have been more excited, a chance  to be completely immersed in the wizarding world, and see his brother for more than a few months out of the year. Neither Elizabeth or Jackson had any inkling to where the boy would be sorted however, because though they knew he was a smart kid, he didn't seem to have any of the drive to pursue knowledge that his brother did. Thatch seemed to zip through his homework like it was an obstacle to fun, and Elizabeth had caught herself looking it over twice many a time to be sure that he wasn't just doing it quickly and wrong so that he could go outside and play. After a while though she accepted the fact that her son just did most things quickly, and chided herself for being secretly relieved when he struggled a bit with Maths. When he was sorted into Ravenclaw the family had to admit that it was probably the best fit. Thatcher was sure he saw a hint of a scowl on Parker's face when the creepy old hat shouted Ravenclaw, just a hint before he started clapping and smiling like everyone else. He realized very quickly that it would be harder to shadow his brother here at Hogwarts and that maybe Parker didn't want that anyways. It didn't take Thatcher long to make friends as he sat next to another first year, a pretty little brunette named Emer Flickwick . She was nice to him, even if he did have to poke her to get her attention a few times when she stared off into the distance. At least there were some nice guys in Ravenclaw too he supposed. But as soon as he walked into his first class he scanned the room looking for Emer, because girl smiles just always seemed nicer. She was in his first potions class but she was already sitting with someone, another pretty brunette, that she said was her sister Ruby. Only they were the same age and they didn't quite LOOK like twins. Thatch liked Ruby, she was funny and smart like Emer but she didn't stare off into nothingness quite as much as Emer did. After a while it got to be that he would look for Ruby before he looked for Emer. By second year they were the best of friends and he can't imagine life without her.

Life at Hogwarts wasn't all that different from life at home for Thatcher, other than the obvious people running around in robes with wands thing. His classes were definitely different than the ones he'd taken at muggle school but he found that he took to them even more easily, though numbers still eluded him so he stayed far away from Arithmancy if only because he knew it had something to do with numbers. He continued to zip through his work and was hounded by many people, mostly Ruby about his lack of ambition to do anything with all the potential she sees in him. He's gotten more than a few letters from his mother as of late bugging him to figure out what he wants to do when he leaves Hogwarts in the spring. The thought of having to be a responsible mature adult scares the living daylights out of him so he'd rather ignore it for now. He spends his free time lounging about in the common room or library or at his favourite pastime, out on the Quidditch pitch. He's been an alternative Chaser for the Ravenclaw team since his fourth year, but he's never really been bent out of shape about not getting to play every match. He knows he won't be a professional player. He's not quite sure what he wants to do yet. He just enjoys the games he gets to play, especially when he gets to try his hand at beating Ruby.

Thatcher's relationships at Hogwarts haven't exactly been long term. The longest relationships he's had have been friendships with girls, and as far as he's concerned he hasn't actually had a girlfriend while he's here. He dates casually, taking girls to balls and for butterbeers in Hogsmede but never anything serious. The only time he's actually ever gotten serious was at home in Norwich. It started the Christmas of his sixth year. He was home for the holidays, spending it at home instead of at his uncle's house since they'd decided to skip off to the Caribbean for Christmas. Low and behold right at the beginning of Christmas break their sleepy little section of Norwich got a few new residents. The Marlows moved in right across the street from the Grants, a small family with only one child, a girl named Georgia. She'd been introduced as Georgia at least but when they'd been left to themselves she quickly corrected her parents mistake and called herself Gigi. She was funny and flirty and had no idea that he was a wizard or that wizards even existed. He wasn't judged based on how well he could fling a hex or how high he could fly. Elizabeth slyly suggested that Thatch be the one to show her around Norwich and he jumped at the chance. It wasn't long before they were having dinner and going to movies and just hanging out in his bedroom, with the door open of course (Elizabeth and Jackson's rules.) When he had to leave for the winter semester they decided to write, even though she thought it was odd that he couldn't just text her. He must have been an insufferable idiot whenever he was writing those letters, and when he went back for the summer they continued on and he fell hard. He thought she was falling just as hard, but when the summer ended and he was to go back to Hogwarts she told him it was too much to keep up any kind of relationship with just letters and that it would be better if they just ended it there. Thatch went back to Hogwarts for his seventh year slightly heartbroken and mopey. After a couple of months of Ruby making fun of him for being a grumpy gus he shook himself out of it and is trying to get on with his life. He doesn't want to think about what happens when he goes back to Norwich and sees Gigi. For now he's gone back to his usual dating routine. He's just trying to get through the next few months.

How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Thatcher may not be the typical Ravenclaw but he's got the Ravenclaw thirst for knowledge, it's just that his way of going about it is a little different. He loves learning new things but he doesn't spend hours studying. He's got he Ravenclaw wit and creativity. The only way he butts heads with his fellow Ravens is when a handful of them question how he can get all his work done faster than they can.

Writing Sample: He wasn't hiding, honestly, he wasn't. Okay maybe he was a little bit. But the Flickwick sisters could be  a scary combination. Especially when it came to their causes. And when it came to SAWS they were downright terrifying. Thatcher didn't know what it was about that goddamn club but it made the two of them act completely insane. He'd been exposed to their entire family by now, he'd known Emer and Ruby since first year but it still made his head spin when you got a few of them together in a room. Especially when it was Ruby and Sophie. It didn't used to be like this, once upon a time SAWS was Rube's thing and he only had to dodge her to keep from being sucked into that club. It wasn't that he had anything against werewolves, he just didn't have any ambitions to save the world, one furry creature at a time.

So yeah, he was hiding but it wasn't like he was hiding very well, just in the stack in the library. If she really thought about it Ruby could have found him no problem. He was just banking on the hope that she would be far too busy helping the club figure out their booths for Valentines Day. If Thatch was being honest, he really wasn't looking forward to Valentine's Day. Sure he knew the ball would be fun, hanging out with all their friends. It was the Valentine's Day part he wasn't particularly looking forward to. If he'd really wanted he could have a good number of girls on his arm as his date, but he'd rather go and pretend it wasn't a day made for people in love, or at least in like. He may not be a Grumpy Gus over a muggle anymore but that didn't mean it didn't still sting. Last year he'd sent Gigi a box of those cinnamon hearts she liked so much and she'd sent him a book she'd caught him eying when they went to the bookstore. There would be no muggle gifts coming in this time. He'd gotten little gifts for most of the Flickwick family and something for Rubes of course but it wasn't the same.

He had  to pull himself back out of this funk. That was the point of hiding in the library, it made him happy. Sure he could be out flying around on the pitch but it was Cold out there. It was nice and toasty warm in here and much easier to hide if he heard one of the Flickywicks coming. At least Soph would get kicked out if she started talking his ear off. He should never have let on that if she jabbered on at him for a long enough time she could get him to do anything. Ruby would just stand there, hands on her hips and glare at him till he spoke up. Thatcher honestly wasn't sure which was worse.

Sum up your character in one paragraph: An odd mix of Energizer bunny on a sugar rush and laid back slacker. Taking after his jokester father he's a odd Ravenclaw, but he fits in nonetheless. A font of ridiculous jokes and pranks, he's fun to be around, even if just for a few minutes a day. Some people might argue that's all the Thatch you can handle a day. A part time Qudditch player and speed reader, it often seems like he doesn't commit to anything but if there's one thing he does commit to it's his friends. Any friend of Thatcher Grant can expect a lifetime loyalty and lots of bear hugs. He's flown under the radar for a long time now, choosing to let people have lower expectations for him. It's always easier to surprise people that way. Only now his low ambition and low expectations have caught up with him as the end of seventh year looms large. What's next? He has no idea.