Bastian Desrosiers
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| Sebastian Antonin Desrosiers | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Born | 12 October 1994, 23 |
| City of Birth | Ireland |
| Blood status | Half-blood |
| Physical Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | Tall |
| Hair Colour | Brown |
| Eye Colour | Brown |
| Skin Colour | Fair |
| Relationships | |
| Mother | Corinne Desrosiers |
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| Education | |
| School | Hogwarts |
| House | Slytherin |
| Class of | 2013 |
| Character Information | |
| Playby | Francisco Lachowski |
| Hazel | |
While Bastian resents the implication that you could possibly summarise him in something so short as a paragraph, if asked, he would say that his best quality is his total brilliance, and that his worst is his tendency to exaggerate. Cheerful and quick to compliment, Bastian does not have a dramatic streak: he has a sensible streak, and a complete inability to feel anything as trivial as embarrassment. Seemingly immune to public opinion, Bastian does care about it a little more than he lets on, but since he often rolls around on the floor it would be hard to convince anyone of such.
History
It was only because she belonged to a more liberal branch of the Desrosiers family that Sebastian’s mother was not rejected when she married a muggle - and worse, a muggle with several years and two children.
But she managed to convince her parents, and eventually her other relatives, that although he was indeed a muggle there was no shame in marrying him - for he was rich, and handsome, and not entirely lacking socially: in other words, all a woman could ask for. (That she was in love with him was entirely her own affair, and was never mentioned in her ceaseless campaign to regain her lost prestige.)
She told her husband that she was a witch only when she was already pregnant, and although he couldn’t be said to be happy about it, he grudgingly accepted it - mostly by ignoring it, although this was difficult to do when she insisted that their children would take her name, as they would be wizards and so the Desrosiers name would carry more weight than that of Castillo.
Their first child together was a girl, stared at warily by her half-siblings and utterly charming. It was a source of slight strife when it turned out that she was, indeed, a witch, but that was not so important after all - what mattered was that they had a family, and were happy. It was two years before they decided to have another child, a second daughter who was just as adorable as the first.
Soon to follow was a boy, perhaps unwisely named Sebastian.
Cooed over by aged relatives, the baby was happiest - according to his loving but critical older siblings - when placed in front of a mirror. ("Not surprising considering the alternative was staring at your ugly mugs.") Demanding even by the standards of babies, his parents decided that there was no way they would ever have another child; five was plenty and they were far too much effort anyway.
As Sebastian grew older, he grew impossibly louder.
The family moved, from France to Italy and then back again via Switzerland. Permanent residence wasn’t to be expected when your father was an arms dealer, and the shifts in location meant that Bastian never really had friends, not ones that lasted – other than his siblings, his lovely charming frustrating sisters and horrible charming frustrating half-brother.
By the time both of his half-siblings were of secondary school age, his mother had made another decision: that they were going to settle somewhere, according to where they wished her children to go to school. A decision that initially seemed nepotic, she had put more consideration into it than the accusation suggested: the number of wizarding schools was far slimmer on the ground than muggle schools, and so it was the factor of greatest significance.
It was decided, eventually, that all three Desrosiers would be sent to Hogwarts. Although his Mother had been to Beauxbatons, and the family had moved around so much as to make the claim to citizenship of Northern Ireland dubious, English was their first language – barely – and it was where it was felt that the three would be happiest.
Although his half-siblings remained at home, his older sisters leaving to go to Hogwarts marked another change in his life, and Bastian was to stay in England with his mother, who had grown bored of flitting about Europe – although that boredom swiftly lifted when the season came and new fashions were available. While he missed them, he wasn’t unhappy, and when his tutors said that he had time to himself, there was always someone around or something to do – usually, reading, something that Bastian pursued far more happily without older siblings around to tease him about it. Although the teasing was in good faith, merely the spirit of siblingship, to Bastian, it seemed more serious, and he kept his secret firmly hidden.
Eventually, however, the time came for he too to join the finest wizarding educational establishment in the United Kingdoms, and he received a letter offering him a place at Hogwarts.
It took a while - not a long while, but longer than normal - for the hat to place him, eventually picking Slytherin over Hufflepuff.
Slytherin, especially initially, didn’t seem like an obvious fit for Bastian - he was loud, and annoying, and constantly trying to hang out with his older sisters instead of his classmates, and didn’t seem at all concerned with silly things like alliances and vendettas. But as time went on, Bastian started paying more attention to his classmates, some more than others, and somehow managed to make friends.
Perhaps it was his overwhelming brilliance.
But whyever it was, Bastian began slowly to learn the ways of Hogwarts life, and about magic. Well, apart from Potions, in which he seemed, and still seems, to be utterly hopeless. Other than that, however, he did reasonably well in lessons, for a lazy slacker, and his test results often came out surprisingly well. Other than Potions. Really, the less said about potions, the happier everyone would be.
Eventually, like mould, Bastian managed to grow on people - even if it was in affectionate, condescending terms. But although he’s on friendly terms with most of his year, there are still some unfortunate stooges who persist in believing that he’s far too trivial and irritating to be allowed to remain at Hogwarts, and the number of people who he counts as friends is slim.
