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 Orange You Glad to See Me?, Auror Urikhvost
Eric Dobson
 Posted: May 29 2018, 01:02 AM
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Age / 12 | Height / 4'9"

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Blood Type / Mixed blood

Hometown / San Jose, California

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How much Eric actually looked forward to holidays was wholly dependent on whose house he was staying at. Put simply, he enjoyed staying with his dad more than his mom. Well, his step-dad was more of the problem. Him and his step-cousins, who his mom wanted him to somehow think of as his real cousins. How he was supposed to interact with them, he had no idea. Trying to get along with Thomas was hard enough, let alone a bunch of no-majes he’d only seen a handful of times. This year, though, was his dad’s year. They had fun together, just the two of them, and then he got to see his extended magical family, which was always entertaining.

The weather created a pretty big problem when it came to getting back home for the holiday break. The normally easy magical ride across the country now required floo permissions and apparition. Eric was excited about it, though. At first he had been worried that his dad would just come get him, but fortunately he was busy and couldn’t come at the designated time, so Eric would get to go with an auror.

Eric lined up with all the other students going home for break as the staff tried to organize them all and get them through the floo. Since he would only be home for a few weeks, Eric had just a backpack with him. As he waited in line, he ate an orange that he had grabbed from the Grand Hall breakfast. The students in front of him disappeared one by one into the fire. When he reached the front, he still had a bit of orange left. Not wanting to get ashes on his orange, he quickly stuffed the rest of it into his mouth. Not knowing what to do with the peel, he shoved that into jeans his pocket.

No matter how many times he had used the floo, Eric always came staggering out of the fireplace. Fortunately he didn’t fall on his face as a first year in front of him seemed to have done. He was quickly ushered out of the way and placed in yet another line of students. After a few minutes, someone came by with a clipboard.

“Name?” he asked, not even looking at Eric.

“Eric Dobson.”

He checked the sheet and then gestured toward a tall, grumpy looking man. “You’re with Auror Urikhvost.”

Eric bounded across the room. “Hi!” he said excitedly, staring up at the intimidating auror. There had been an auror stationed at the school during all the bullying, but Eric had never talked to him directly. This was the first time he had ever met an auror. Even if he didn’t put in much work in his classes, he knew that aurors were among the best of the best and he was suitably impressed.

“I’m Eric,” he said, sticking out his sticky hand in greeting.

Will Urikhvost
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Will Urikhvost
 Posted: May 29 2018, 03:18 PM
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The work week had started lousy and took a turn for worse. While Will didn’t mind helping out the school if the students and staff were in any real danger, it seemed excessive to reallocate auror resources off of cases to help ferry children to and from towns. It was given over in shifts to the aurors in such a way that they could get their work done in between the windows of travel. If Will was being honest with himself, he envied Cutter who would miss the entire ordeal.

His suit was clean and crisp, no evidence of the invasive floo powder that seemed to plague everyone else in the office. Will waited for his next protege, arms crossed over his chest. The documents he'd been working with couldn't go out in public, so his work would wait until this evening. Some of the students didn’t take the floo experience very well, he’d noted from the slight sour undercurrent in the air.

An Eric Dobson was assigned to him. Impassively, he glanced at the boy and noticed how goofy he looked - his hair a mess, the ears didn’t help him. Resigned in his duties, only fifteen minutes, and seventeen seconds left, Will was prepared to explain the process as he had for the last shift. But the kid bounced over and stared up at him after saying hi - it was as unnerving as it was impressive.

Would that he had even a pinkie’s worth of the excitement that this child had.

“Hello,” he returned. Will’s accent placing him as likely from England. His brow furrowed over his eyes for the space of half a second at the hand extended to him. He wasn’t going to be rude to the kid when he was supposed to be an “ambassador of goodwill” for the auror community. At least Raph wouldn’t stop giving him crap for it.

Will took the kid’s hand and immediately regretted it. It was not only sticky, but moist, regardless, “I’m Will.” He shook firmly, but not so much as to crush the kid’s hand, and expedited removing his hand. It stuck to the kid’s hand slightly, peeling away. Did they play in gunk? What did children do to be so sticky? Will couldn’t recall Lewie ever being so sticky.

To lighten the blow of having nearly jerked away, Will offered to take the kid’s bag, “Would you like me to carry that for you for the duration of this trip?” Stiff, almost unyielding, much like his wand. He waited for the answer and then nodded his head in the direction they’d go: away from the crowd, towards the space sectioned off for apparationing.

It was a short walk, though it’d felt thrice as long with a kid on his heels. Their shorter step meant Will had to cut his pace. Before he started his spiel, he asked, “Have you ever apparitioned before?”

Eric Dobson
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Eric Dobson
 Posted: May 31 2018, 02:43 AM
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When the auror pulled his hand away, it didn’t completely escape Eric’s notice that there was still a sticky residue on his hands from the orange. He tried to wipe them on his jeans, which only succeeded in getting ash from the fireplace all over his hands, aided by the stickiness. He looked down at them, perturbed, then just shrugged his shoulders. There wasn’t anything he could do until he found a bathroom, so he wasn’t going to worry about.

Eric grinned up at Will when he introduced himself with his first name, completely unconcerned with his reaction to the handshake, instead thrilled at having gotten a first name. It wasn’t ‘Auror Urikhvost’, it was Will. Will just oozed confidence in the quiet way that Eric completely lacked. His confidence, whether genuine or not, was loud and self-assured. He was exactly what Eric would imagine a dark wizard catcher to be like.

“Sure, thanks!” he said, handing the backpack off to Will. He didn’t mind carrying it, but thought that maybe having less to carry would make apparition easier. It would be a downer to splinch his backpack. Was that even possible? Regardless, Will now had his backpack. “Yeah. Well, my dad’s only taken me side-along a couple times. Usually it’s just the floo or a portkey,” he explained. His dad preferred those safer means of travel.

With his shorter legs, Eric had to take a few trotting steps every once and awhile as they walked to the designated area. “When you go under cover, do you have to change what you look like? I can do it, wanna see?” Without really waiting for an answer, Eric changed his face and hair. He lengthened his features, gave himself red hair, freckles and warm brown eyes. He grinned toothily up at will.

“I’m a metamorphmagus,” he told Will, completely unnecessarily, undoubtedly. “Are there any metamorphmagi aurors?” The ability had to be useful for aurors, Eric thought, even if he had no interest in becoming one himself. He was, however, interested in other metamorphmagi. His great aunt, the only other one in the family, had died shortly after he was born, so he couldn’t remember her. Otherwise, he had never met anyone like him.

Will Urikhvost
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 Posted: Jun 7 2018, 11:57 AM
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The kid’s hands made him look like he was a professional chimney sweep. Will kept his thoughts to himself, watching the Eric’s mouth thin as his smile, incredibly, widened a smidge more. He seemed to have miles of smiles and was irritatingly, and excessively, exuberant. Were there corks for kids like these? He’d have to ask Cutter about it.

Taking the bag, Will checked his grip and that the zippers were closed while Eric yammered on in response to if he had. Will tuned him out after ‘yeah.’ Other kids had been cowed enough to respond simply. This one didn’t seem to breathe, filling in every step with more words.

At least he knew the drill, though Will would ensure he’d make it out whole on the other side. Perhaps even a bit cleaner. The thought made his cheek twitch with humor.

“Wanna see,” caught Will’s attention. It was a performance, but could also mean delaying his travel window. He jerked his head around, momentarily stunned at the sight of the new kid walking alongside him.

“You’re-” The kid finished his astonished, apparent statement for him. They were a rare breed. Will was, if nothing else, begrudgingly impressed with the kid’s luck. His last question merited an answer since Will couldn’t pretend he hadn’t been listening.

“If I told you, punk, it might endanger the lives of said aurors, wouldn’t it?” It wouldn’t, but Eric wouldn’t know that. He softened the blow of misinformation with a curt smile.

“Stand here,” he announced their arrival at their origin point of travel. North Adams wasn’t difficult to get to normally, but the weather turned no’maj modes of travel treacherous. He held out his hand to take his. He could’ve grabbed the kid’s wrist, but they were cautioned on any manhandling of the students. Stickiness it was.

“It’ll feel weird and uncomfortable. We will apparate to North Adams. I’ll stay there with you for a few minutes to make sure you’re well and see you off on the train.” He checked his watch. They would be cutting it close. “The last train is scheduled to leave at the top of the hour.”

Waiting for Eric to situate himself and get comfortable, Will swept them up with a pop and, in the space of milliseconds, they were on the landing pad for approved apparating behind some buildings. He checked their surroundings, an automatic response to check the scene for any danger, and then he touched base with his baggage.

“Eric?” The name reminded him to look at him to see how he’d handled the travel. Will was no worse for wear and the backpack was in the same condition.

Eric Dobson
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Eric Dobson
 Posted: Jun 10 2018, 08:04 PM
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Blood Type / Mixed blood

Hometown / San Jose, California

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Post Count/ 110

Grace | she/her







Eric’s eyes widened and he nodded when Will told him that revealing which aurors might be metamorphmagi would put them in danger. He wasn’t quite sure how that might be the case, but he wasn’t going to question Will. Maybe if an auror was a metamorphmagus or an animagus, their records were removed so that dark wizards couldn’t use that information against them. That would probably make sense.

With every form of magical travel, there were risks and discomforts. Eric’s dad preferred for him to take the floo and portkeys because they was safer. Splinching, Eric knew, could have disastrous consequences. The few times he had traveled by side-along apparition, he hadn’t much enjoyed it. Spinning through the floo network was kind of fun, but the unpleasant squeezing of apparition just made him feel weird and kind of sick. Eric took Will’s hand and braced himself for that feeling.

They landed in North Adams and Eric coughed, disliking the squeezing sensation in his chest. He looked down at his body, checking his arms and legs to make sure they were all still there. He then turned to Will and gave him a thumbs up. “All good!” His face had changed back to normal after the apparition too.

“Which train am I getting on?” he looked around the platform, thinking out loud as he checked the signage.

Will Urikhvost
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