Jonathan Moxley

## Jonathan Alexander Moxley

* 1963
* 1964
* 1965

*"I feel like my life hadn't even begun before I arrived at Hogwarts two years ago."*

*—* Jonathan Alexander Moxley

**Jonathan Alexander Moxley** (born c. 1952) was a half-blood wizard of Anglo-Saxon descent, birthed as the first and only child of half-blood wizard John Singer Moxley and muggle-born witch Sabrina Laszló Moxley (neé Sargent). A reserved yet promising youth, Jonathan, call sign Jon, enjoyed a splendorous shortlived childhood prematurely disturbed by tragedy. A single, monumentous life-event had turned Jonathan from beloved, carefree son into an orphan. Against personal wishes, Jonathan's guardianship was unceremoniously handed over to Mrs. Umberhigh, caretaker of the Wool's Orphanage in London's Walbrook. As Jonathan was admitted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy in the early spring of **1963**, the chance to escape the current limbo of isolation and solitude if not solely the dreadful rut became a reason for relieved anticipation.

## Biography

### Early Life (1952 - 1959)

*"They call it a Peruvian Vipertooth, this one here is an effort to repopulate their breed. It may not look like it now, but it will grow to be up to five meters. About as big as a small lorry or one of your London's double-decker busses. What? -- oh, don't worry. It has been defanged, a bite might sting a little but you won't need a trip to the morgue. Hmh? Well, I don't know if your parents will be alright with that . . . Say what, if you promise not to tell them, you'll get to take care of him for a night or two whilst I finish my convention here in London, what do you think of that? Alright, then we have a deal."*

*—* Thomas Marley Maywood, paternal cousin of Jonathan, sealing the deal that sealed a life.

John Singer Moxley was a half-blood wizard in employment of a Bengal subsidiary of the Ministry's Department of Magical Transportation during the British Raj (prior to c. 1947). Before his departure to London at the dawn of independence, in the heat of a political crucible, he met Sabrina Laszló Moxley (then Sargent), a muggle-born Anglo-Indian witch and daughter to a local Sub-divisional Magistrate who, at the time, had no full realisation of her gifts. John Singer Moxley left his Indian mistress behind and returned to his ancestral homeland to start a family with his newfound future-wife.

After several failed attempts, Jonathan, christened Jonathan Alexander Moxley, was born. Raised in the East End of London in a middle-class family, Jonathan had a mostly uneventful and orderly youthful life. Quiet, even from a surprisingly young age, Jonathan had displayed introverted tendencies towards neighbourhood children and family acquaintance alike. Mostly, because none of them shared his interests of magical oddities and myths, yet none care to delve deep and intrigue in a young boy's life. From time to time, rather few and inbetween, he was raised from his solitude by his visiting cousin **Thomas Marley Maywood**, son to his father's sister and travelling dragonologist. On this special occasion, Jonathan's seventh birthday, Thomas would visit after enduring a long sickbed of dragon pox.

As the day turned into twilight and the night crept closer, Thomas guided Jonathan upstairs and into his room. Here, as the cherry, Thomas showed him the most wonderful creature he had witnessed in his life. Only the size of an adult fist, yet already encasing the poise of a mountain, a smooth copper-coloured dragon clung to its cage. Jonathan was awestruck and desired to keep the creature then and thereafter, but he knew himself that such a proposition was out of the question. Instead, Thomas and him came to an agreement and Jonathan, gleefully, was allowed to babysit the majestic beast for a fortnight. As the festivies quieted down and night had set in fully, Jonathan went to bed weary and fatigued after spending several hours enthralled by the infant dragon. Jonathan's rest was short as he woke up to flames licking his feet. Only in the knick of time was he able to escape through his bedroom window, on the flying carpet inherent of his father's Bengal days.

### Wool's Orphanage (1959 - 1963)

*"Now, now. There is no need for a row, young mister Moxley. We have discussed this countless of times and I am repeatedly forced to shut down your wailing before the bell strikes ten. And you know, Jonathan, that I am **not** one to be fiddled, fooled or monkeyed with, and if there is one thing I despise more than my leg being pulled it is having to repeat myself. You may not contact your extended family as long as you fall under my custody. What lousy, unattentive parents let their house turn to cinders. Oh, poor boy. Now, get those silly ideas of being 'unique' and 'special' out of your head, you are making the others feel quite inferior. And that is not to be tolerated. Quiet down and goodnight mister Moxley."*

*—* **Mrs. Umberhigh**, reciting a near-replica of a 'lesson' she gave Jon every other night

As London firemen dozed the last of the flames it became apparent that the salvage was meager and of tragedic weight. Where a house once stood, now ash resided and where once was a home, only a boy remained. Jonathan had wished to stay with his aunt and uncle, bearing this news after a two-day period of silence. His request was denied as quickly as it had been brought up. Thomas had been incarcerated in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic, based in violations of both the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes policies and his aunt and uncle would be under scrutiny ever since, leaving no possibility for the adoption of Jonathan.

Jonathan was sent to the Wool's Orphanage where he would reside for the remainder of his ruined youth. Alone and deprived of anything to relate to with other children, who had already deemed him an outcast from the first days, Jonathan turned into a shunned, uncommunicative, reluctant shadow of his former self. With a heavy case of survivor's guilt on his conscious, and no-one to speak to about these events, he wallowed in self-pity unhealthy for a youth of his age. Aside from his internal struggles, **Mrs. Umberhigh**, resident warden and caretaker, would make it her personal mission to make Jonathan's life a Dante's level of tormentful, as she phrased 'he did to her'.

Jonathan endured this lifestyle for three long years, until, on an early spring morning he saw the mailman deliver a curious letter among the usual drag of mail whilst passing through the main hall. Unable to still his own curiosity, and inexplicably drawn to that ostentatious letter, he snuck through the halls with nothing but a devious lick on his mind. Later that day, Mrs. Umberhigh would find the letter missing, as per magic.

### Life at Hogwarts (1963 - 1964)

#### First year

*"Mr. Barley, may I inquire on the letters delivered today. As I recall there was one addressed to mister Moxley, however it seems to be displaced without explanation. If you see it somewhere, please be so kind as to return it to my possession. We would not want these children to receive unchecked, potentially unsavoury messages."*

*— Mrs. Umberhigh, the spring of 1963*

Even before Jonathan entered Hogwarts, rumours had spread in the magical circles of London and Great Britain at large. The uncertainty and the mystery around his parents' death and his survival had created plenty of gossip, and now that he would resurface in the public eye of the magical world at Hogwarts, so resurfaced the talk in similar fashion. There were those that believed Thomas Maywood a murderer, some suggested that it was Jonathan that caused the fire himself with malicious intent and that the young boy was a wicked, evil child. None shed a positive light on him. Jonathan, however, was himself unaware of the words that spread like fire.

The week before his departure towards Hogwarts castle Jon, like many young wizards and witches, would visit Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies. Fortune however, was nothing but a mystical aspect of life as far away as the magic he had dreamt of in his days at the orphanage. Mrs. Umberhigh had been siphoning the money Jon had inherited from his parents, and he was left with a measely amount to gather a student inventory. To cut corners, Jon would resort to buying second-or even third hand supplies, such as the set of outdated textbooks found at Borgin and Burkes and his oversized, worn-out robe and uniform. The only brand new item that Jon did not spare any expense on was his wand, chosen to be his at Ollivanders , where Garrick Ollivander himself warned him to use it with care and thoughtfulness, for power resided in the dragon heartstring core. At the end of the week, Jon still missed half the supplies necessary, not to speak of the state of those he did gather.

It was not all misery for Jon in this period, as he did manage to make a friend, one of his first ever. A young french witch by the name Amelia-Reed Dubois, much too fancy for Jonathan, so Amelia sufficed from there on. Even though their first meetings were nothing short of awkward, the two seemed to have a magnetic pull to one another, and they stuck close throughout these days. Through Amelia Jon became acquainted with a peculiar boy by the name of Nicholas Gaunt, who would later share the same Hogwarts House with him. It was with Amelia that Jon traversed the long ride to Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express, where they would happen to meet the young witch Chloe Yaxley, who shared their cabin. Jon would furthermore meet the siblings Perseus and Ophelia Black by chance, following his astray pet cat into their cabin.

##### The Vow

**Amelia-Reed Dubois**: "*Do you, Jonathan, promise to keep no secrets from me?*"
**Jonathan Moxley**: "*I do*"
**Amelia-Reed Dubois**: "*And do you promise to hold all of mine unless given permission to otherwise?*"
**Jonathan Moxley**: "*I do*"
**Amelia-Reed Dubois**: "*Those are my terms.*"
— Jonathan commits to his words and, unwittingly, vows his life to Amelia

On arrival at Hogwarts Jon was sorted into Slytherin House, for now Jon did not have any clear idea why. He was glad for the Sorting Hat's choice, however, as it meant he would be in a house with atleast someone he had met prior: Nicholas. Regardless of this acquantaince, Jon sat alone for the remainder of the successive feast. Even though he sat alone, boredom was not one of his complaints. After excessively indulging himself in the food present, it lead him to wander the hall with his conscious, giving him the time and attention to notice smaller details in what took place shortly after the official start of the year. As Professor Layton arrived late to the feast, his presence drew Jon's attention. When the news that the castle would be locked down for the night was announced, Jon's curiosity peaked. An announcement followed by Headmaster Viridian that the astronomy tower was at all times off-limit. For the night, the entire castle was put on lockdown, and all students were forced to sleep in a makeshift dorm inside one of the castle's grand halls. Jon had not imagined his first night at Hogwarts to be spent inside a sleeping bag.

That night, the night of mystery, Jon truly experienced magic again after all those years in abstinence. In their common sleeping hall he met up with Amelia. The two, in their chatter, took shots at guessing the nature of that night's seclusion and what lay beyond the astronomy tower. As their conversation ebbed and flowed like a river, touching different subjects on the way, their conversation finally fell unto one particular piece of magic. Their talk and the ceremony had led them to speak of Amelia's fears. She believed, now that they were sorted into different houses, that their friendship would shift. Jonathan knew little about the rivarly between houses, and even though he had heard about the annual prize given to the best performing house, he saw little reason for competition in that, nor any reason for seperation. In his attempts to put Amelia at ease he promised nothing would change and would remain honest to him. She must have wished to believe him, but a doubt as restless as a sea can't be calmed with just soothing words. Jonathan mentioned the Unbreakable Vow.

He remembered it from his father old library. He couldn't quite remember if his father had ever actually spoken of it, but he remembered the presence in his mind. He still owned that memory, a parchment. Nothing more than a ragged piece of paper with as much tangible words on it as there were wiped away in black smudges. Just like Jonathan, it had survived the fire, like a few other pieces on obscure pieces of magic and curses that were once of his father's interest, and now of his. His uncle had possessed them for some time, as his father was reorganizing his library, which was untimely postponed until there was no library left to reorganise. Jonathan took the piece of parchment out of his suitcase and the two were enthralled by it. Jonathan pushed, he wished to show his trust and loyalty to Amelia fervently. She was the only friend he had ever truly had, and he would not lose her already. Even though reluctant at first, Amelia warmed up to the idea as Jonathan made certain she understood he was serious and sure of his idea. Now, they would only need one other.

The logical, and truly only, answer was Nicholas Gaunt. They had known him the longest, even though only by a few days. They agreed that he seemed brutish and bold enough to ward off any cunning, his way of being direct was his honesty, and that was exactly what they needed. It would remain between the three of them, no one could know less they'd hold it against them. Jonathan managed to convince Nicholas. Frankly, Jonathan did not care who would be the witness, but he was somewhere relieved that it was Nicholas. Jon's mind was set, and he *would* show Amelia that he meant every word he said. As a fight broke out between Appius Malfoy and **Elijah Brown,** the unlikely trio took the opportunity and used the distraction to snuck out of the sleeping hall and head to the Great Hall. And with a thousand candles and one boy as their witnesses, they made their vows.

##### Salazar Slytherin's House

"*Heed your tongue and raise your head, Jonathan. You are now a member of the greatest House of all and should rejoice in the name of Slytherin. You best remember that you are, because others won't forget.*"
―Chloe Yaxley informs Jonathan on the condition of their houseThe Sorting hat had seen something in Jonathan that the himself was not fully aware of. But Jonathan managed to place himself seemingly and nearly effortlessly between his peers. Even though Jonathan was nothing short of shabby looking in his oversized robes, and did not possess the blood-status of many of his housemates, he still succeeded in finding new friends. Some because of a shared acquantaince, as was the case with Ophelia Black. It was true that the two had met before shortly on the Hogwarts Express, but Jonathan did not remember her as amicably as she was when he was with Amelia. Jonathan, also, warmed up more towards Chloe. Even though he still regarded her as a nose-powdered bozo, he couldn't help but find the kindness and honesty in her words. Jon was, at the worst, neutral towards here. Jonathan would frequently talk with Nicholas, who he considered one of his closer friends. Although he wasn't quite sure about that friendship, he had seen Nicholas lash out before once, in Flourish and Blotts book parlor, and held a fear of him ever since. Jon would much rather prefer to be his friend, than be on the receiving end of a split liver and black eye.

Jonathan, throughout his first weeks, remained restless since their first night. His mind kept wandering places better left untouched. Corridors left unwandered, rooms left vacated. He couldn't shake the idea of something, possibly dangerous, being held in the castle without their knowing. His curiosity nagged and dragged him, until he finally gave in and burst in a variety of schemes and ideas to find out what was going on. He never did anything alone. Maybe he felt himself too incompetent to fly solo, maybe because he needed the help of others, maybe he just needed to use them. In truth, Jonathan simply sought approval and company of his peers, like many children his age.

Amelia was in on all of it, naturally. Chloe and Nicholas were involved at the very start, after all they were in the same house and saw each other frequently in the day. And, not to be overlooked, the Slytherin common room made an excellent space for cunniving and scheming. Jonathan came up with the plan to take a hike outside the castle with their telescopes and peer at the astronomy tower from a distance. It was brilliant in its simplicity. The three hauled their respective telescopes to the owlery, bonding on their way there. Jonathan found some moments to enjoy the surroundings, and the castle grounds. Everything felt so alien to him. The amount of green, the freshness of the air, the lush forest that bordered the grounds and the vast, mysterious lake that lay at Hogwart's feet. It was a strange feeling, but he immediately felt a sense of belonging, and wondered what other beautiful places there were on the world that he had never even imagined, let alone dreamed of.

The hike was long, and the steps of the owlery were surpisingly treacherous. It was already late noon as they arrived on top of their vantage point. The three set up their telescopes. Jonathan was weary from the travel. He wasn't strong in any sense, and even though his telescope was small by comparison to those of Nick and Chloe, he couldn't help but feel tired from the walk. The moment of truth had come and their anticipation would pay off -- in tremendous dissapointment. For a fair set of minutes the trio looked at nothing short of an ordinary tower. Chloe rebuked Jon without much hesitation, and after a short lamentation the three headed back. Of the three, Jonathan most distraught. His curiosity wasn't killed, and he would return to let it spin another ball, but for now, he just wanted to sleep.

##### **Hallows Eve**

"*She was older-looking, and Jonathan could have sworn to have seen gray hair shimmer between the black. She would have had appeared kind and forgiving, if it was not for the horrifying black of her eyes and the bloodcurling fear in her voice.*"
―Jonathan's first impression of Eleanor PaisleyIt was a day meant for festivities, and even though Jonathan had never truly cared for Halloween, he knew this one would be different. One that he could actually share with his new connections. It was his first ever event with friends. And all seemed to go well enough for the majority of the day, until the feast. Just before things went array, fellow-housemate Felizitas Crouch was persuading Jonathan to wear a costume with him. Felizitas was the sole Slytherin dressed up in costume, and must have been wanting to share some of that embarrassment. Jon was trying to find a way to turn him down, but was on the losing side. As Felizitas returned with a carved pumpkin chestpiece, a woman burst into the hall, yelling. Jonathan was so taken by surprise that he couldn't really hear or understand much of what the woman was pleading. His senses were too dull to comprehend her words, but not dull enough to see the woman, whose eyes and form were a horrid black and peeling, fall to the ground. And he was fully aware and keen as a black fluid started protruding from her prone body.

Jonathan could feel his muscles tighten, the little color in his face rushed out and he felt the great apetite he had mustered for the feast drop. He stood there, silently in shock, as panic took ahold over the room. He would only lose the stiffness of his muscles as the students were forced out of the great hall, the last thing Jonathan remembered of inside was professor Viridian waving his wand and Eleanor Paisley disappearing from his sight. Outside, Jonathan's wits came back and late realisation settled in. He vomited. He had never been confronted with death so directly. She was tangible, alive and moving one moment and the next she was limp, lifeless and oozing with a black fluid that Jonathan could only identify as a tar out of hell. It had defied gravity and dripped towards the ceiling. It boggled his mind and caused it to hurt, he couldn't stand to think about it at the moment. His fight or flight system was still fighting itself. After the night had settled, and they had returned to the common room, did things dawn on him. One thing was for certain, as a stone tablet of his mind, *they were **not** safe at Hogwarts.*

All students were outvoiced to head to their commons and would be accompanied by their head of house shortly. As Jonathan came back to his senses, he took Amelia closer. Ever since that first night, professor Layton had auspiced something dark, something secret to Jonathan. Jon knew, that whatever had happened, Layton had to be involved in it somehow. He convinced Amelia to shadow Layton, *after* he left the great hall and *before* he would appear in the Slytherin commons. For two young, bright kids, they made quite adaptive shadows and they followed Layton all the way up to the sixth floor corridor, where, upon turning a corner, he disappeared. Jon and Amelia made an effort to follow him further, but they stumbled upon an empty corridor. One without an exit but its entrance. Only a singular window marked the end of the long hall. The two, dumbfounded, failed to grasp the idea. And with more questions than answers, returned from their search.

##### The Polyjuice Potion

"*PERSEUS ARCTURUS BLACK! How dare you allow yourself to be placed in Gryffindor House? You know that it has been a family tradition since the dawning of time that members of House Black are placed in SLYTHERIN. You know fully well that the Sorting Hat takes PERSONAL PREFERENCE into account. I am deeply disappointed in you, and if it were up to me, you would be removed from Hogwarts right this INSTANT! Don’t hope for a merry Christmas this year, because when you get home, you will HEAR IT!*"
―Lyra Black's howler to Perseus in the Great HallIt was not long after that scarring night that Jonathan had mustered up another plan. It was far more elaborate, bold and riskful than his earlier attempts to uncover the mysteries surrounding Hogwarts castle. On the days following the events of Halloween, Jonathan and Amelia frequented the library in search of *something* that could tell them more about the mindboggling sixth-floor corridor. They were able to find a register and schematics of the castle, outdated and incomplete, that showed them the corridor was the only way the castle was connected to the astronomy tower. They came to the conclusion the corridor must have been bewitched one way or another. Amelia listed the possibilities whilst Jon mostly listened. That is when Amelia had a serendipity, the secret was not something hidden with a simple concealing spell, it must have been hidden *in* someone. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense: Layton's reluctancy to talk about anything regarding the matter, as the fidelius charm would prevent him. as Secret Keeper to disclose anything on the matter.

Jonathan, upon learning this news, went to tell a select few in his own house. Among them present Ophelia, Nicholas, Zachary Lestrange and Appius Malfoy. Whilst the three of them were discussing the nature of the events on Halloween and the apparant lack of Ministry intervention, Jonathan shared the possibility of their foundings. Jonathan was hesitant to speak in the common, especially with Zachary and Appius near. Whilst the Malfoy was less of his concern, as Jon had grown either indifferent or spiteful towards him since an altercation earlier that year, he found Zachary to be scrutinizing, disparaging but foremost intimidating. Nevertheless he shared what he had to say and the possiblity solidified as the others agreed to the theory. Later that evening, Jonathan would pull Ophelia and Nicholas aside to share his idea. Subterfuge. If they could somehow mimic professor Lovecraft, who they knew to be closest to Layton, in voice - writing or image they could, possibly, get Layton to talk and share his secrets. The three split up with the objective to find out any way of magical mimicry they could.

Somewhere along the way, on the search for an answer, Chloe was involved. Counting Amelia among them there were five of them, and with five minds on the task they quickly reasoned down to one answer. Owlery would be too riskful and nearly impossible, as it would require an exact copy of Lovecraft's handwriting, a way of delivering it to Layton personally and a way to acquire the written answer. Besides, Jon reasoned, Layton would probably never write his secrets out on parchment like that. Their answer boiled down to a potion. A potion that would allow the drinker to assume the exact physical identity of a desired victim. A 'grocery list' was made for the members of their posse in preparation of their polyjuice potion.

##### **Christmas at Hogwarts**

Before they could start, however, Winter Break came upon them. Jonathan waved his friends, with exception of Nicholas, farewell for the holidays as he himself remained at Hogwarts. He would quickly found out he wasn't the only one. Besides the forementioned Nicholas, so did Zachary *and* Chloe remain in the castle, albeit for very differing reasons. Jonathan and Nicholas tried to inquire each other on it, but were met with a singular answer *"not much of a family to return to."* Jonathan discovered Chloe stayed since her parents were away from Cornwall. Jonathan did not mind spending his Christmas at Hogwarts. He would rather be in the castle, that had become more and more like a new home, than return to that dreadful orphanage. Jonathan spent most of his days wandering the castle, looking for anything related to the mystery, even though it was vacation his mind was kept restless. Upon the arrival of Christmas 'eve Jonathan was surprised to see a parcel on his bed.

A gift from Irelia Malfoy, although Jon quickly found out who was really behind it. She had befriended, and gotten close to, Nicholas the last few weeks. And since Jonathan was friends with Nicholas he was able to pluck a fruitful harvest too. Irelia family's wealth was something that had passed Jon's ears a few times since he had arrived at Hogwarts. It was something that had made him envious, something that made him pity himself. But, now, it suddenly seemed like a blessing they were that wealthy, as he was able to profit from it. He received a brand new uniform to replace his worn-out old ones, a set of brand new patent leathers and a leisure suit. Jonathan was ecstatic, grateful and guilty. He knew he had nothing to give in return, nor made an effort to, but the two discarded his excuses. As Jon fit the attire and glanced upon himself in the mirror something changed. He didn't just look different, he felt different. Almost by nature, his back straightened, attributed partly to his waistcoat and his demeanour was more self-confident. For once in his young teens, he didn't feel like less.

To his surprise, Irelia's present was not the only gift that Christmas. Chloe had received a parcel from her parents for the holidays, supposedly a dress for formal ocassions. What he found, however, was formal male attire in the form of a complete suit. Chloe did not seem as distraught as Jonathan had expected her, she remained calm and sensible about the mistake, commenting that her parents would rectify it. Seeing as she saw no use in the costume, she decided to gift it to Jonathan. Jonathan, who now had suspicions he was either in a dream of a delusion, made a great effort to ascertain the certainty behind Chloe's intentions and willingness of mind. But after he did he did not take her generosity for granted and took the expensive set of clothing. Over a single winter break Jonathan had acquired more new clothing than he had in the last four years.

##### End of term

"*The filthy blood-traitor returns. Mistress has told Kreacher about Young Master's betrayal of the most noble House of Black, but Kreacher did not dare believe it at first.*"
―Kreacher to Perseus upon his return home from Hogwartswork in progress

## Physical appearance

"*Sometimes I fear that John has been unfaithful, I know I must not speak this way -- but. . . I know he had a mistress in Calcutta, supposedly this beautiful Dravidian girl. He refuses to speak of it and I dare not speak of her, but I know by his silence and his stare that he longs for another at times. And Jonathan, oh I should not say this, but my dear Jonathan and his brown eyes which are neither his or mine.*"

*—* Sabrina Laszló Moxley (neé Sargent)

Jonathan is a young, slender boy, rather short for his age. His eyes are the deep brown of fall, sunken in as to create a dark crest, a crescent moon shadowing his eyes. His skin is fair in plain lighting but carries a curious shimmer of opaque yellow when the light refracts just right. Jonathan's posture carries a slight slouch and his body language translates to his solitude, meant to attract as little attention as possible. Throughout his first year of Hogwarts, Jonathan remained solemn in his non-verbal behaviour. Jonathan's appearance changed little throughout his first two years, marked only by a non-significant growth in height and an increase in the length of his hair.

By the beginning of his third year, Jonathan's body begun to show signs of puberty and a general attractiveness began to shine through. Jonathan's facial features, who had first been awkward and too small for his bone structure, began to eye more natural. He grew into his features, revealing the face of a sharp-featured young man. Whilst still not the tallest, young had grown noticeably to a more standard length for his age. During his time in Orleans, Jon developed a natural tan. A bronzen-sepia hue reflected vibrantly from his skin, it emphasized a more mature look and hid some of the youthful imperfections. Most of all, it suited him more, complementing the black of hair and the brown of his eyes. The biggest noticable change, however, was in his posture and the way he carried himself. More than anything, it was his body-language that had noticeably changed the most.

Dressed in plain clothing, like those handed out en mass at an institution of rehabilitation, nothing about Jonathan's apparel can be described as 'of high interest or intrigue'. As Jonathan was admitted into Hogwarts he bought his first uniform, secondhand, at Twilfitt and Tattings in Diagon Alley. The robes were much too large and illfitting for Jonathan, but the only ones attainable in his financial predicament. During his first Christmas at Hogwarts, Jonathan received several items of attire. A pair of patent leathers, black, with rounded noses instead of points. A neat pair of black dress pants, a black blouse and dark-green velvet waistcoat. Jon, furthermore, was gifted a classic tuxedo suit for gala's and formal occasions. The tuxedo sports a black satin single-breasted suit with white wool garments. Jon's uniform was replaced with a brand new one. One that suit him, and his new friends, better.

During his vacation to France, Jonathan was gifted several pieces of clothing from Amelia and her father. At the end of his trip, he had accumulated a small garderobe of new clothing, styled mostly after James Dubois, Amelia's father's, specific style and taste. Mostly this consisted of pieces of leisure suits and shirts and casual attire.

## Personality and traits

"*Why don't you go out and play with the other children, dear? Yes, yes, I know that they don't know the difference between a Hungarian Horntail and a Chinese Fireball but that is no reason to call them stupid and refuse to play with them. Come, I'll take you to the fairground, it will do you good.* "

*—* Sabrina Laszló Moxley (neé Sargent) in an attempt to socialise her son

Jonathan was a reserved and quiet child from the earliest days of his youth, prefering the company of books and creatures over that of other humans, muggle *or* mage. With an intrigue for magical oddities and no-one to share with other than an exclusive few, and no need to small talk about anything that bored him, Jonathan made few friends aside from his close family. An only child at that, still his parents would engage only occasionally with him, mostly keeping to themselves and granting Jonathan more material to self-explore; more books, a cat, etc.

Whilst still carrying a sense of motivation, aspiration, glee, interest and sense of excitement and wonder before the accident that changed his life, like a candle on its dying ember those attributes dissipated in the night as tragedy struck. Jonathan became even more secluded, partly because of his surroundings but mostly by his own volition. He refused to socialise and spent days on days on his own, pondering inside his own mind, he became eerily apt in arguing with himself, inside the comforts of his own mind. Jonathan however, still carried a will to live, a will for life. He still saw beauty in the world, especially the magical one that now seemed so far removed from him, yet always felt palpable in the air. He remained curious, shrewd and cunning when need be. Jonathan was quite intelligent by nature, sharing that trait with his late father, although he never made it a point to show that and would often keep silent when he knew the right answer. His road was one tread alone, and one that shed as little attention on himself as possible.

During his first formative years at Hogwarts, Jonathan did remain a quiet boy. Especially in larger groups, Jonathan would hesitate to speak up, in fear of bringing attention unto himself. However, with Amelia as his anchor point, Jonathan managed to make several friends. As he grew and care for these friends, he opened up until he felt he could speak freely with them. To the outside world, however, Jon would eye as a quiet and shy child, who seemed to stick and gravitate around others for his comfort and safety. Inside his small group of friends, he would be known to be somewhat anserine, wimpy but with a surprising wit and humor. Jon became a pessimist as soon as things turned only the slighest tinge of sour, and was known to always assume the worst was going to happen. Jon, noticed however, that he was somewhat different than the others and this affected him. As he noticed other boys talking with Amelia, more fluently and with a certain charm that he could not conjure up himself, he couldn't help but feel inferior, which led to frustration and in some minor incidents to spite. As he noticed the respect and authority that Zachary Lestrange could demand, he failed to put up any defences, and became even smaller in comparison: both physically in his body language and verbally in stuttering and uncertainty in his voice.

Throughout his first and second year, Jonathan would remain mostly the same. He kept to his close friends and perpetuated his own behaviours with little change. Jon had, in these years, mostly been following his friends around and stuck close to them. This was not to say Jon was simply a follower or mindless lackey. He believed that these people were his actual friends, and so he shared his thoughts and ideas with them, and they in turn listened to him. It was in his third year that Jonathan was forced to change. As the effects of his condition began to set in on Jon, as a sickness, he developed a series of high-fever and pallor. What Jonathan suffered mostly, though, was the uncertainty in it. At first, the ignorance of his infliction caused frustration in him, and a fear. Since the infection, and because of it, Jonathan had become increasingly short tempered. Remarks that he would previously have ignored, or mumbled away, he now answered with outbursts of anger. Jon had lost a certain care for the way he acted and the way he drew attention to himself, his mind had worries that overthrew that of possible shame. These changes were most noticeable to those closest to him, they knew and saw that there was a definite change in persona. In one incident, upon hearing some first-year Huffelpuffs perpetuating a rumour surrounding Jon, he lashed out in a fit of rage and projected his anger unto Chloe, figuratively pushing her away from him. It was this same change that made Jon more bolder and enabled him to raise his voice if he felt unjust, threatened or belittled. Jon grew a confidence, not of out ability or aptitude but out of condition. His mind was so filled with what had happened, and was happening to him, that it left little room to worry about his public figure. It made him eye more natural, calm and nonchalant.

## Possessions

* **Jonathan's wand:** made from fir wood encapsulating a dragon heartstring core, the 10 inch wand had a simple, slender design and an opaque, black look to it. Jonathan had acquired the wand at Olivanders the summer before his enrollment into Hogwarts, using what little inheritance money had not been seized by the orphanage's private account.
* **Flying Carpet:** a magical carpet that once belonged to his father, the carpet has an intricate pattern on it which, to the eye of the beholder, must have taken an eternity to craft. Aside from Jonathan himself, this carpet was the only survivor of the fire that ravaged his home.
* **Your Majesty Butterscotch:** Jonathan's siamese/Thai cat sporting an apple-shaped head, blue-almond shaped eyes and distinctive point-colouration; black face, ears, paws and tail. The cat is a trusty companion of Jonathan, but just like the boy himself, likes to wander on his own. Your Majesty wears a black collar with a small silver bell on it, a Christmas gift from a friend.
* **Set of filled vials:** since his introduction into the Potions Club in his second year at Hogwarts, Jonathan has committed to carrying several concoctions in his inner robe. These consist of a series of potions that Jonathan finds vital or useful to have in near-proximity. Among these potions are: a small vial of Wiggenweld, a small flask of Sleeping Draught, a tubular vial of Herbicide and a small vial of Girding Potion.

## Powers and abilities

Jonathan has yet to attend the classes at Hogwarts, and although mildly knowledgeable on several magical subjects, has no prior formal magical education.

## Trivia

* Due to spending his youth in the East End of London, Jonathan speaks with a distinct Cockney accent, making it rather easy to trace his place of origin
* Jonathan prefers his meat undercooked, to the point of it being raw.

## Gallery

Jonathan in France during the summer of 1965Jonathan struck with fever at the beginning of his third year in 1965