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Professor Quentin McNamara
« Thread Started on Dec 5, 2007, 5:35am »

General Information«
Name: Quentin Matthew McNamara
Nickname(s): Quent, Mac
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Job: History of Magic Professor, Ravenclaw Head of House
Blood: Half-blood
Former House: Ravenclaw
Picture/Celeb: Dylan Walsh
Family: Sons; Michael Quentin McNamara (20; Keeper for the Kenmare Kestrels quidditch team) and Connor Daniel McNamara (18; Accidental Magic Reversal Squad). Parents: Matthew Carrick McNamara (65; retired) and Kathleen Ida McNamara (60; retired. muggle)

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Appearance: Standing about 5'11'', Professor McNamara is perhaps just above average in height for males. He has light blue eyes that can level a stern stare upon wayward students, but are usually seen twinkling with mirth or enthusiasm. Unlike some of his counterparts who have reached middle age, Quentin has managed to retain a full head of dark brown hair. He has a rather average build, neither too slim not overweight, and the overall appearance of a genial, easy-going man. He maintains a slight limp from a cursed wound (the bite of a werewolf) years ago.

When in muggle clothing, say when visiting his parents on holiday or whenever the peculiar mood strikes him, Quentin often dresses quite sharply in neatly tailored suits. His liking for well tailored clothing carries on into his wizarding profession, but in the more simple and traditional black robe. Quentin is a huge fan of quidditch, and often decks himself out in blue and bronze to cheer on the Ravenclaw team when they play.

Personality: Above all else, Quentin values logic and reason. He finds it hard to understand people who make decisions based purely upon their emotions, and sometimes even feels frustrated when encountering such people. Quentin's love for reading and learning in general makes him often use unnecessarily large words in conversation, but otherwise he has a rather quick wit and an endless supply of sarcastic humor.

Quentin is a rather genial, friendly man. Growing up and going through school he had his fair share of friends as others found him easy to get along with. His calm, rationality lends him an almost endless supply of patience. He enjoys battles of wit and tongue over most displays of physical strength.

History: Born in County Wicklow Ireland to Matthew and Kathleen McNamara. Quentin was the young couple's only child, despite the McNamara clan's history of having rather big, magical families. His father served as the head of the werewolf registry in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for many years, but his mother is your average muggle.

Quentin loved reading even as a child, and he learned how to do it relatively early on. He first showed a hint of magical ability at age four when he was chasing his mother's cat and the poor beast turned into a balloon-cat. The incident absolutely delighted his father, and his mother smiled on but fretted over her poor pet.

He lived a rather average wizard boy's life, getting his Hogwarts letter and all, attending school, becoming Ravenclaw's quidditch team keeper in his third year, excelling in history of magic, transfiguration, and care of magical creature, and making his share of friends until the summer before his fourth year.

Quentin's father maintained the registry for werewolves in the Ministry of Magic, and always knew that certain werewolves, especially the notorious Fenrir Greyback, held a grudge against him. One summer night about, twenty-five years ago, Fenrir attacked the McNamara house. Fenrir positioned himself outside the house before his transformation, let the full moon hit him, and changed into even more of a monster. The weyrwolf tore through the house, waking the inhabitants, and the clash occurred in the living room. Fenrir immediately went for Matthew McNamara, but Quentin's missed curse drew attention to the boy. The weyrwolf lunged and clamped down on Quentin's right leg before his father could petrify him. Since then Quentin has endured the horrible transformations that come with being a werewolf, and has recently started taking wolfsbane potion since its creation.

Quentin mysteriously missed his fourth year before his father could arrange for him to continue his schooling despite his new condition. After graduation, Quentin joined the Order of the Phoenix and vowed to fight Voldemort and his supporters, especially Fenrir. Quentin met the woman who would later be the mother of his two children, Adara Llewellyn. Quentin's inability to understand the emotional aspect of life kept the two from marrying, but they did have a close relationship. Adara was killed by a death eater while fighting for the Order.

After Voldemort's collapse, Quentin returned to his true love; teaching and learning. He has been the history of magic professor for ten years now.

»Extra
Likes*: Quidditch, reading, history, writing, and firewhiskey
Dislikes*: Cold weather and illogical people
Hobbies*: Collecting old racing brooms
Fears*: Pogrebins and the moon
Favourite Animal*: The Sphinx, he finds their riddles fascinating.
Favourite Color*: Red, though he doesn't care to tell Neville of this fact, and he often boasts to favor bronze and blue, of course.

Wand: 14'' - Mahogany - Dragon heartstring

In Character«
Professor Quentin McNamara looked out the open window of the classroom and shivered. The night air floating in was actually rather warm, comfortable, and pleasant with the smells of blooming spring flowers lightly mixed in, but Quentin's shiver had nothing to do with the temperature. The professor's light blue eyes were turned upward towards the sky, and the bright, white illumination of a nearly full moon, the waxing gibbous if one were so inclined to call it by its proper name as Quentin surely was, seemed to wash out his already pale face. Quentin shivered once more and poured himself a shot of firewhiskey as he turned away from the window.

The Word
Unicorn magic!

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