CORNFOOT, stephen alexander

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STEPHEN ALEXANDER CORNFOOT

* YOU BELONG WITH ME.

* SHE WEARS SHORT SKIRTS, I WEAR T-SHIRTS.
ABOUT YOU!

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* FULL NAME stephen alexander cornfoot
* NICK NAMES corny
* AGE seventeen
* ABILITY wandless magic
* HOUSE hufflepuff
* FAVORITE THINGS 1. Math
2. Transfiguration
3. Herbology
4. Muggle Studies
5. Hufflepuff
6. Chocolate
7. Mystery Novels
8. Muggle Oldies Music
a. The Beatles
b. Billy Joel
c. Elton John
d. Tom Petty
e. Beach Boys
* LEAST FAVORITE THINGS 1. Potions
2. Veggies
3. Bats
4. Dirty Nails
5. Drab Colors
* FEARS 1. Bats (Flying Rats!!!)
2. Dying Alone
3. Crowds
4. Disorganization
* GOALS 1. Graduation
2. University
3. Become A Herbology Professor
* BIGGEST SECRET His parentage, his mother's former connections to Dark Wizards.
* STRENGTHS 1. Mathematics/Arithmancy
2. Transfiguration
3. Herbology
* WEAKNESSES 1. ADD
2. OCD
3. Flying Rats!

* WALKIN' THE STREETS WITH YOU
YOUR HISTORY!

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* MOTHER Maribelle Arnold-Cornfoot, Mother, Former Slytherin, Deceased
* FATHER Michael Peter Cornfoot, Father, Former Hufflepuff, Deceased
* SIBLINGS none
* OTHER Professor Darius Romulus Arnold, Grandfather, Former Professor of Herbology, Hogwart's
* HOMETOWN London, England; Considers the place to be drab, other than the gardens and forests of the area.

Extended Appearence and History (if it pleases the reader):

Appearence: Stephen Cornfoot is the perfect example of a plain young man. His body is normal, as is his looks and attitudes. He has a very soft and charming smile. His eyes are a dark chestnut brown, with light flakes of green floating in them. He holds one hundred-forty pounds well on his six foot frame. He is not overly muscular, but is not at all out of shape. His hands are often scratched, or cut from his plant work. He has several scars on his hands from various cuts and accidents. Stephen's hair is dark and usually long. He keeps it very clean, but does not seem to worry about what style he wears. He has a pale complexion that is light and almost olive colored that reflects his Greek and Scottish heritage.

Stephen is always a good dresser. He keeps his robes, and clothes clean. He is almost anal about how he looks, and is usually proper when he dresses. His favorite accessory is his grandfather's black and yellow striped Hufflepuff tie. He usually wears it with his robes while attending classes. During his free time he will wear various muggle clothes of various colors, but mostly sticks to colors representing his beloved Hufflepuff House. He loved bright colors, so it is not unknown to see him in a flashy shirt, or outfit when his mood sees fit.

History: Stephen Cornfoot was born in the middle of a harsh Winter, two days after Christmas in a small village in Scotland. His parents were overjoyed to welcome the third child into their odd family. The Cornfoot clan was lead by the outcast former Slytherin Maribelle Arnold, who was once associated with various dark wizards while in attendance in Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where her own father was the Professor of Herbology. A deep rift was created within the family due to Mari's attitude toward her muggle loving father. Upon graduation, Maribelle escaped with her young husband Michael Cornfoot, to the grassy crags of Scotland. There she held various correspondences with other wizards of like mind while bending her poor husband to her own desires. Mari was a cruel person who eventually turned her attentions to the deeper dark arts, and became a Death Eater shortly after Stephen's birth. Disaster struck the family when Stephen was just two years of age. During a power struggle with another dark wizard, the Cornfoot family was murdered. Only Stephen survived the slaughter, and this only due to his father hiding the sleeping toddler under the floor of their sitting room. His grandfather found the crying youngster when he arrived to examine the family's home. This was the first meeting between Stephen and the man to become his mentor, teacher, and adopted father.

The move to London did not have much effect on Stephen due to his young age; however, when he got older the city amazed him. His grandfather had been in House Hufflepuff and enjoyed the lives and habits of muggles. He indulged Stephen in stories, lessons, and field trips to show him all the wonderful things the muggles have done, and could do. It was like living inside a living zoo for the young mind of the orphan. He was constantly exposed to something new, and there was always a lesson involved in their outings. Everything was not all roses though, when he turned five Darius noticed odd things about his grandson. Stephen was in the habit of counting his crayons, and sorting them by color. He had to have all his clothes arranged by color, and use in his closet. What surprised him the most was how the boys attention was often shifted from subject to subject at a rapid rate. Stephen, who had learned to read at an early age, would often read four or five books at once. He could read a paragraph then get distracted by something else and return to the book hours later to repeat the process.

This lead his grandfather to take him into the city to St. Mungo's for some evaluation. Stephen was soon under observation and finally a muggle born healer diagnosed him with something the muggles called Attention Deficit Disorder, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. These odd muggle illnesses were controlled with muggle drugs that left Darius scratching his head. He did not want to place his grandson on muggle drugs, so he started to develop some herbal remedies of his own. Soon, as Stephen reached his tenth year, Stephen could almost control some of his issues. He had grown into an eccentric child, often enjoying things for short periods of time before having to move on to the next interesting thing. He would read a lot, learned very easy, and enjoyed all things dealing with muggles. He took to gardening, and enjoyed plants above all other things. His grandfather, a former Professor, took it upon himself to teach Stephen and prepared him for the eventuality of a letter from Hogwart's School. The letter arrived, and Stephen found himself a Hufflepuff, and learning in the magical castle.

Years passed, and Stephen entered his final year of school. Sadly, it did not begin well. The week before he entered his seventh year, he found out that his mentor was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease. Being so entrenched in the lives of muggles, Darius would not hear of going to St. Mugno's for treatment. The onset of the illness started to have a strong impact on Stephen's attitude. He was depressed, and fought with his grandfather to seek a cure. A distant cousin of Darius, Master Thomas Arnold came to live with the family and help with Darius while Stephen returned to school. In a trail of tears, Stephen returned to finish his education with a heavy heart. In light of all the recent events in the wizarding world, Stephen's attentions have been hard to contain. His thoughts are always falling on what he could do to protect the muggles, help the weak, and fight for the rights of those who can not defend themselves. These thoughts clash with his own goals to graduation, attend university, and return to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to carry on his grandfather's legacy and become a Professor of Herbology, if he did not force himself to return and take care of the only man he ever loved. He held a strong hope he would find a cure on his own, and save his grandfather's life.

* WHY CAN'T YOU SEE.
BEHIND THE MASK!

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* I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN THAT.
THE SAMPLE!

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He immediately knew he could be in serious trouble, but he had also came prepared to deal with just this situation. It was obvious to him what was happening, and he sighed wishing he had procured the potion for her. Instead, Eric had remained silent and allowed her to obtain the potion as she always had in the past. He cursed himself for not acting sooner, but it was far too late to even think about the past. Right now he was coming close to minutes remaining in his life. Unless, of course, his plan worked. He leaned against the nearest tree and acted as if he did not have a care in the world. Inside his chest his heart began to pick up speed. He dropped his gaze over her, and nodded.

The wind lifted giving his ears a momentary break from her ragged breathing. Eric did not know exactly how long it would be until the change consumed her, but he figured that it would only be a short span before he would have to take measures to insure his life was not forfeit. His voice was steady as he spoke, "Just remember, dear, that I am here because I care. I would not allow you to come into these woods alone. Whatever else that happens, simply happens. I will see you on the other side." He was not so certain he would see her on the other side, but he would not run away like a scared child while his friend -the closest thing he would ever have as a friend- was going through this alone. Yes, it was her curse. Yes, she never once asked him for help. Yes, he knew it was completely stupid to let his life come on the line. Yes, his actions went against everything he stood for in life. Still, there was something about her that would not let him go.

Eric glanced to her bleeding hand, then returned his eyes to her soft face. Eric sighed, and slipped a hand into his robe pocket. The leather holder was secure, and the end of his wand sat ready. He would never do a thing to harm her, but he would protect himself if she completely lost control. Eric was not stupid, and he rarely went into a situation without some sort of plan. Tonight was no different. In fact, he had placed this plan in effect a long time ago just in case a situation like this might come up. It seemed there was no avoiding it tonight, and he hoped he remembered everything. After all, what was the worst that could happen? She could kill and eat him. That did not sound like much fun to him, so he insisted to himself that he would not allow that to take place. Eric had other plans, and the other object in his deep robe pocket would be the first step in that direction. Eric smiled to her, his eyes soft and caring.

"Don't worry about me, Kiera." His voice was a soft whisper as he watched her closely. "I have been taking care of myself for a long time, tonight will be no different. I will be here when you... wake up." He tilted his head and looked to her through the part in his long bangs. He could only hope she believed him and that he would not turn out to be a liar. He really planned to be there when she changed back, unless of course he was dead and partially consumed. Eric wondered briefly what he might taste like, and quickly decided he did not want to think about it... That did not seem like much fun either.

* YOU BELONG WITH ME.
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