Frederick Herbert Wexler

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• Name Meaning
  • Frederick: power, ruler
  • Herbert: army, bright
• Birthdate: January 5, 1900
• Role: Daily Prophet Writer
• Former House: Gryffindor
• Wand: Walnut wood, long, with a dragon heartstring core

Background

The class of 1889 at Hogwarts was not close-knit. In fact, many members of said class openly despised one another. Among them, though, several strong relationships were able to form, despite the animosity that was rampant in their peers. Jonathan Herbert Wexler and Elizabeth Lucille Rush became acquainted when they were paired in charms class during the study of Unhappiness Hexes. The two spent the remainder of that day in their third year relating stories of all the terrible memories they had. Though neither had any truly bad life experiences, the time spent was enough to create a connection that grew and blossomed into a strong friendship. ‘Lizzie and Jonny’ were an entity thereafter, about which the rumors flew. Gossips said they were snogging in the hall one week, fighting tragically the next. Both were painfully aware of the rumors, but each took a very different method of dealing with them. Jonathan would stoutly ignore any person who dared to insinuate anything which he did not represent as fact. Elizabeth took a more proactive way of quelling them. Most of the the people who she learned were spreading such ‘foul’ rumors ended up with the nurse, tending to bloodied noses and quickly forming bruises. For this, Lizzie lost Gryffindor more points than her housemates would have liked, but they could do nothing about this, of course, so the rumors persisted, perhaps in retaliation. It was a vicious, never-ending cycle.

There were many ‘I told you so’s in their seventh year when the two, while up ‘studying’ late one evening, fell asleep, cuddling together on a couch in the commonroom. Shrieks of laughter were heard when they were discovered the next morning and the gossiping tongues seemed to have become unhinged. It was helpless, now, for the two to deny the strong companionship. Empowered as such, Jonathan managed to procure a small, dainty-looking ring, and asked Elizabeth to marry him. She agreed to do so, and a late September wedding date was set. Jonathan was hired on at the Ministry of Magic as a file clerk in the Department for International Cooperation, and that fall, on September 18, they were married.

For a while, married life was bliss. Elizabeth stayed home, keeping the house and a small garden (her favorite hobby), and making the obligatory visits to parents and siblings. Life was pleasant during this time, as the couple had ample time to spend at their leisure (though Jonathan often was called upon to work extra evenings on the menial tasks that his superiors deigned to do). Jonathan worked very hard, doing everything he was told, and finally, after three years of toil, he was promoted. He was so thrilled with the new title and the bonus he received that he whisked Elizabeth away to Madrid for two weeks, reveling in the majesty and beauty of Spain. Not long after their return from this excursion, Lizzie found that she was pregnant with their first child. Jonathan was over the moon with this news, and while Elizabeth was thrilled to become a mother, she hadn’t time to revel in it. Aside from hearing her mother and mother-in-law talk at length about their pregnancies and child rearing, she also had to cope with her own already difficult pregnancy.

Despite the difficulties, Basil Marvin made his way into the world, big and healthy. Jonathan was thrilled to have a son and hei to his ‘line’, as he so frequently boasted. Though Elizabeth thought these ideas archaeic, she found it mostly endearing in her husband.

Little Basil was finally toddling about and chattering to Elizabeth when she realized that she was once again pregnant. Logan Alexander joined the family just a month after Basil’s second birthday. He was smaller than his brother had been, but remained healthy, nevertheless. Home life for the children was pleasant. They had mummy’s attention at all times and often had one or both of their grandmothers around to dote on them. Basil was five years old and Logan three when Jared Aldarius and Gilbert Alan made their way into the world and the family, Gilbert being just a few minutes older than his brother. After their birth, Elizabeth was well run off her feet, trying to care for four rather energetic boys. Despite this, just under a year later, Frederick Herbert joined the family, to his father’s joy, as well as the welcome of four older brothers. Though she loved all of her boys, Elizabeth was at her wit’s end. Five boys? Though her mother had given birth to a boy, Lizzie never was to know him, as he died just before her birth. For a young woman who had no experience with boys and the way they grew up, Elizabeth managed as well as she could.

Elizabeth was filled with dread, as she fell pregnant for the fifth time. She was almost certain that it would be another boy, to add to her already large flock. Her joy was immense, though, as was Jonathan’s, when Eva Margaret became the first — and only — girl in the Wexler family.

With six children to care for now, Lizzie and Jonathan found that it was more difficult to make ends meet than they were used to. When Little Eva was five years old, and Basil had begun school, Lizzie decided that she would take in some sewing to help out with their ever-increasing expenses. Though this appalled her mother, Elizabeth was fiercely proud and would not hear of her children lacking in any way.

Frederick, affectionately known to his older brothers as ‘Fweddie’, was used to constant company, being the younger than his four brothers. The child seemed to have boundless energy in his formative years, and always had a new game that he had made up and immediately wanted to play. While Elizabeth wasn’t certain quite how to handle this quirk in her child, she did nothing to discourage his active, creative nature.

With four older brothers to look up to, Freddie learned nearly everything quickly.  He was learning his letters and numbers as Elizabeth was teaching Jared and Gilbert theirs. Whatever books his older brothers were reading, Freddie wanted to read them, too. If Jared was practicing long division, Freddie had to try. Though he was not especially close with any of his brothers, he was fond of all of them for the time they spent helping him learn and enjoyed engaging in friendly competition with them.

Freddie was also a main enabler to his sister. He cajoled the twins into helping often, and the four of them would pull pranks on the two oldest, and occasionally a neighbor child (though they did not have a great many neighbors).

By the time Freddie had received his letter from Hogwarts, his four older brothers had already gone. He therefore knew exactly what to expect. Since each of his older brothers had gone into a different house, Frederick felt no particular pull towards any one of them over another. Though the hat demed him to be quite persuasive and meddling, he ultimately was sorted into Gryffindor. Obviously the hat had been won out by his confidence.

The boy continued his persistence with his learning. He often borrowed more advanced volumes of charms books or potions, sometimes to disastrous result. Freddie often got beynd himself by doing this, and would create unintentional explosions, or severely disfigure some por object. Because of this, he found himself under strict supervision in the library, and in detention more often than not. He also lost a substantial number of points, much to the irritation of his housemates. For this reason, it was no surprise that he was not made prefect on the advent of his fifth year.

Frederick scraped by in his ows, getting better than ‘pass’ in only two subjects: History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. His parents were somewhat less-than-pleased about his marks, especially given his persistence in learning, but just as he was as a small child, Freddie remained undeterred. He managed his way through the remainder of school, barely scraping through his two NEWT level classes. The summer following his graduation, he moved back to Bournemouth, into the house where he had spent most of his childhood. He spent little time there, however, as most of his days were spent at the Daily Prophet office in London, wheedling, cajoling, and begging for a job. When he wasn’t staked out in the lobby of the Daily Prophet, he was frantically mailing the ‘powers that be’ at said place of business, hoping still to garner employment. In October of that same year, his pleas were finally answered with an offer of employment. He was to be a file clerk. This usually meant that a lot of his time was spent fetching things for the journalists, such as coffee, lunch, and the occasional file for research. He did very little filing, though that was his job title. After three years of ‘servitude,’ Freddie was finally preomoted to assistant in the World affairs department. He worked under a well-known journalist, writing his own small features (his favorite being about snail racing in Argentina) which were found in the most obscure corners of the newspaper. With the small promotion came a raise, and he took advantage of this, finally moving out of his parents’ home in Bournmouth and into a small apartment just outside of London.

While his career was moving slowly still, Freddie began to venture out into town in his free time. He visited many shops, particularly preferring the sweets shops. It was after a visit to his sister in Hogsmeade, while he stopped in an Ice Cream shop in Hogsmeade that he ran into an old classmate of his. This classmate was Henrietta Blume, a former Hufflepuff. While they had not known one another other than by recognition at school, the two struck up a quick friendship. This developed into a sweet romance and within a year, the two were married. Shortly after their marriage, and the acquisition of a small home in Hogsmeade, Henrietta found herself to be pregnant. Freddie was both shocked and thrilled that he would soon be a father. Their first child, Parker Alexander, was born on August 10, 1925.

All in all, their lives remained unobtrusive. Except for visits to his family members, Freddie spent all of his time either at work or at home with his wife and baby son. He tried very hard to help Henrietta around the home, but found it difficult and often resorted to sitting on the sideline, because he knew very little about caring for a home or for infants. Instead, his focus was to work as hard as he could at work, and hopefully garner another promotion, to help out his wife, and make their lives more comfortable.

Personality

Always an energetic and enthusiastic child, Frederick has not changed a great deal as he ventures into adulthood. His behavior is often over-the-top, and sometimes shocking to those looking on. The man has no sense of propriety (much to the shame of his grandmother), and will often do or say whatever comes into his head. He is very clever, perhaps too much for his own good sometimes. For all his cunning and perseverance, the man does not always succeed in what he sets out to do. This is perhaps because he lacks the patience to be able to execute plans in a straightforward and steady fashion.

Description

Frederick is tall, much like his brothers, and quite thin. His frame seems sturdy enough for himself, though he doesn’t appear to have any visible bulk to him. His hair is wavy, and of a dark brown sheen, which sometimes seems to have bits of red in it. The boyish face is spotted with freckles, creating an impish look to his mischeivous blue eyes. The young man has what appears to be the beginnings of a moustache, though it is not full and thick as one would expect a man his age to have grown by this time. Freddie’s hands always seem to be blotched with ink of varying colors, sometimes many different colors all at once. He never makes notice of this, and only makes a true effort to quell the inkstains when it is pointed out to him. The sheer number of stains and amount of ink, though, are not at all conducive to a simple scrubbing, and his hands are rarely ink-free.

Outfits

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