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[callahan]

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seventeen; cal; slytherin; headstrong

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[/i]. he couldn’t wait to really start his education, no more of this stuck at home reading books nonsense. he was always eager to learn and now he could really expand on that. within moments of the sorting hat being placed upon his head he was sorted into slytherin. sure, callahan holds attributes held in high esteem in other houses, but there really was no better place for him than slytherin. he was proud to be in the same house that his parents had been in when they were at hogwarts, and in fact, if he’d been placed in any other house (with the exception of maybe ravenclaw) he might have been a little crushed.

callahan’s first year passed in a blur, rather uneventfully. he naturally excelled at all of his classes, due to a lot of work outside of class for them. after all, how else was he going to achieve straight o’s on his owl’s and newt’s when it came time for them? it was easy to say that callahan was truly enjoying his life; that is, until the summer after his first year. callahan’s mother had gone out shopping for the day, and his dad had to run into work. callahan was going to be at home for a few hours, his dad told him. he was old enough, he’d be fine by himself. and callahan was. things only got bad when his dad got home. and he brought with him another woman. apparently he wasn’t satisfied with his current life with calliope and his son. and of course, callahan witnessed the whole thing. he was devastated. miles knew that his son knew, and told him that he must swear never to speak of it again. naturally, when his own father told him something like that, callahan listened. he wasn’t about to break that rule and risk any form of severe punishment that his dad could come up with. it was a scarring experience, however, made all the worse by the fact that callahan knew his mother knew nothing about this. she was living oblivious to the whole thing, and it hurt callahan not to tell her.

knowing of his father’s affair became callahan’s best-kept secret. he didn’t tell a word. no one even really seemed to notice how differently he looked at his father, how strangely he acted around him now. callahan had always admired his dad. he loved animals, and what better way to be successful working with them than in the ministry? after what he saw, however, callahan wasn’t so sure that he wanted to follow in dad’s footsteps. yeah, he still loved animals and working with them, but maybe that wasn’t the route he wanted to go. he would become successful in another way to avoid the risk of turning out like him.

callahan continued to excel at everything he did over the years. however, by his fifth year, reality was starting to sink in. keeping up such great grades wasn’t as easy as it used to be. it took a hell of a lot more effort, more than it already had taken out of him in earlier years. at fifteen, everyone is susceptible to peer pressure. when one of his classmates offered him a drink and a ride to a party, naturally callahan accepted. and that night became the best night of his life. after that, callahan started partying and drinking quite regularly. it was a great escape for him, a good way to get away from the pressures of what had become daily life for callahan. it was partying that got callahan into a more popular crowd, and it was the popular crowd that got him introduced to women. and he got hooked. he couldn’t stop. he couldn’t leave them alone, and they wouldn’t leave him alone. things are good. callahan’s in his seventh year, a prefect, and is having the time of his life. he’s having a great life again. sure, there were speed bumps along the way, and he knows even now that they aren’t at an end. but where’s the excitement in life otherwise?

from the outside, callahan looks like a happy person. he looks positive and upbeat. on the inside, however, that is definitely not the case. callahan can actually be a very cold person, and rude at times. if he doesn’t like you, well, let’s just say that you’re going to know it. within ten seconds of your encounter with him, you’re going to know if he likes you or not. and if he doesn’t, let’s just say you’re in for it. callahan is known for holding grudges, and there’s no way for you to ever get on his good side if you start out on his bad. or well, that’s never happened yet, at least. there’s always a first for everything, they say, but when you’re dealing with someone as stubborn as callahan, that’s highly unlikely. he is tenacious. once callahan sets his mind to something, nothing is ever going to get in his way. his determination could arguably be named his best quality.

also from the outside, one could tell that with the air callahan holds himself, he is a very confident person. he doesn’t believe himself faultless, but he’s very self-confident and often does, well, think about himself more than others. to be completely honest, he will always think of himself first, and what’s in it for him, no matter what the situation is. callahan is also very tactical in his planning, how he will always think things through and figure out how he can get events to fan out in a way that pleases him and puts him in the best light, or gets him the best prize. eyes on the prize? yeah, that would be callahan. he’s almost ruthless in a way, how he would probably sacrifice everything to get what he wants the most. that’s just his determination shining through, his persistence. he never gives up. if you’re friends with callahan, you’re going to have a friend for life. he’s fiercely loyal and will possibly most likely never betray you… depending what would be in it for him, of course.

callahan isn’t all bad, however. though he’s a very opinionated and often cold person, that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have plenty of friends. callahan can usually be a pretty decent guy. when he’s playing the role of third party, such as in a dispute he has to deal with as prefect, he’ll be fair. and really, no matter how self-centered he is, he isn’t the type of guy to be a total ass to someone when he first meets him or her. he’ll give that person, whoever it is, a chance. in a way, though, it’s almost like one has to leave a good first impression on callahan for him to even consider friendship or even a mutual friendly acquaintanceship with the individual. he’s extremely judgmental. as mentioned, you’re going to know within minutes of meeting callahan whether he likes you or not. and also mentioned, it’s hard to get back on his good side after that. however, callahan doesn’t look for the worst in people, either. generally he can be a really great guy, friendly and goofy. he’s been known to crack a joke on more than one inappropriate occasion. and when it comes to his friends? callahan loves them more than probably anything else in the world. he’d seriously do anything for them (again, unless he gets something more out of it himself; however, that’s up for debate).

and when it comes to his girls? callahan will never give up. he’s not just a bit of a womanizer, he’s a hardcore manwhore. as far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t ever want to settle down. why do that when he can have any girl he wants? it would be ridiculous to deny that callahan’s attractive. he’s a total ass about it, too. he knows that there’s plenty of women that have crushes on him. he takes it all in stride. callahan has always done well with handling responsibility, an attribute that has aided in his gaining of the prefect position. he understands what his responsibilities are and always carries them out effectively. in short, callahan’s dependable. when he says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it, and he’ll always do it well. “to the best of his abilities” seems to take on a new meaning with callahan.</div>[/font][/size][/ul]

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