Edington, Silas Jay, Sixth Year - Leonardo DiCaprio
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Silas Jay Edington
I am the question to the world;
not an answer to your word.
On a moment that's hanged to your own,
and what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway!
You won't rule me,
and I'll never be what you want me to be.
||year and/or occupation
date of birth
September 13th, 1979
Newcastle upon Tyne
Oh, Silas loves his young women.
things to note
Silas keeps a Tawny Owl named Cedric. His wand is a 10-1/3in. yew, with a unicorn hair core. It's swishy, and makes for rather good charm work.
name: McDoogles, or Bobby. Whichever suits you suits me just fine.
age: Yes, perhaps we may hardly expect you to own to it... But please do anyway.
other characters: Negative
experience: Do I really have to count?
how did you hear about us? Referral by one of the crew?! I am da' crew!
anything else? Side notes about how you love us? No? Okay. Something fun you’d like to share!
Ladies and Gentlemen of Sectumsempra....penis...that is all.
secret word: -accepted-
Silas Edington is probably the most notable of the Hufflepuff House. There's just always been something about the young man that ensured that he wasn't a part of the background. Some would suggest that it was his looks. Silas isn't the type to let something so useful go to waste, and, thus, he capitalizes on it. His hair, which keeps a natural, sun-kissed sandy-blond year round, is completely tame and falls in any manner that he wishes it to. For the majority, he keeps it in an even part, but has been known to slick it back for more formal occasions.
Regardless, it is thin, well-kept, and is the sort of hair that you could absently play with. His eyes, which are a gentle grey-blue hue, are a well of their own. A lot is spoken through Silas's gaze. He's a communicator, and he doesn't hide very much behind them. He's direct and his confident air and aura lead him through many strange scenarios and places. Aside from the fact, he's decently tall, just peaking over six feet tall, and weighing a little over 150lbs. Some would say he's a bit small, but Silas prefers the term "lean". Much more appealing.
His style always errs on the side of semi-formal. Even after class, he could be seen in a button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie undone, shirt half-way untucked. It just always seemed comfortable to him.
One word that would tell anyone to throw a great deal of caution towards the young man, and that would describe him rather perfectly would be "complicated". Silas Jay Edington was probably the most confusing (if not confused) individual in Hogwarts. The young man has so many in's, out's, and around's, that it would be impossible to truly decide what was true, what was false, and what wasn't being fully explained.
Silas speaks a lot in half-truths, leading things around in riddles, redirecting questions, and using his humor as a defense mechanism. He seems to have things that he wants to keep locked away, thrown into the cellar, out of sight, and out of mind. He's not...subtle about it, per-say. It just seems that no one really asks more questions than they ought to. Everyone has a few skeletons in their closet, after all. What makes Silas's more interesting than the next person's?
Aside from his complications and his cynicism, Silas has proved himself a very capable friend. He isn't the type to bear injustice, and he isn't passive, by any means. Perhaps yet another reason why this Hufflepuff refuses to fall to the background with the rest of them? For some reason, Silas always seems to be involved in everything. If something goes down, Silas either knows about it, or had a hand in it somewhere along the line. He's protective of his own, and even of others when opportunity gives rise to his intervening. To some, Silas is a golden boy, to others, he's nothing but a bothersome 'Puffer. It all depends on what side of the fence you fall on.
Against all that Silas does, however, he seems to come around hurt more people than he'd like to. He has been so delicately dubbed, "Hufflepuff Heartbreaker". Silas has a subtle fear of intimacy and commitment. When things get too comfortable...he runs. He separates himself. Silas, despite all misconceptions, has a heart. He just doesn't like for it to show most of the time, and he'll make every available excuse to work against such claims. Silas is a riddle, in his own right. He's unpredictable, really.
Silas has had a decently complex upbringing for a child. His mother and father ran a corner shop, which dealt mostly with over-the-counter medicines and the like. It served well enough for money, but it wasn’t as though the bills came rather close some months. Still, with his mother serving as the magical portion of his blood, and with his father having full knowledge of the fact, it was both hoped and generally accepted that their two sons would share the same unique heritage. To some degree, however, that hope and anticipation was lost on Silas, who was the baby brother in it all. Their expectations were served to their eldest son, Travis Edington, who was a whole two years older and that meant he’d have a whole two-year advance to see where he would stand in his classes, his studies, his social development. It was all poured onto him, and that left Silas in a bit of a bind when he was just attempting to grab a hold of his teenage years.
At school, it was seen that the two brothers rightly didn’t flow in the same crowds. Silas, who had turned to resenting the fact that his brother had cast such a considerable shadow over him, had taken to a smaller academic existence, and focused primarily on his social behavior. In this, he found that, should he not be able to receive the same positive attention from “the guys” (as Travis would call them) then he’d just have to get it from “the girls” (as Silas would call it). So, the two fit into different niches. Silas took on the dating world at about his fourth year of Hogwarts, and his brother dominated with a stunning charisma and responsibility that spoke to anyone that he’d be a prime target for Ministry work. It was a given, after all. Who didn’t want to make something of themselves and with all that had been plastered across the face of the Prophet, Travis was sure to take part in the media-driven festivities. He’d always wanted to be a part of something bigger than himself. It was a sentiment Silas could never quite agree with.
Thusly, Silas stuck to his own likings and his own circle. He never really crossed into the realm of the “exciting future”, because, quite frankly, Silas wasn’t sure he wanted to know what he was going to do with the next ten years of his life. Of course, he’d get a job and settle into the world, but he didn’t want to know where he would be working, or what kind of specialty he’d be choosing. It all seemed to drab and wretched by comparison to the free air he was already breathing. Moreover, Travis had been dating the same girl for two years upon his graduation. Apparently, they were fixed upon marriage, which the young brother thought was a terrible idea. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the girl. She’d treated Travis well and she had a glowing reputation to fit right alongside the visionary his brother had become. What Silas had convinced himself of was that the two of them would soon realize that they hadn’t even lived half of their life before stepping into something all-too permanent.
Still, whoever listens to the baby brother? Certainly not his parents, even though he’d vocally protested his brother becoming an Unspeakable for the Ministry. Logic had always served that these Unspeakables were prime targets for abduction, torture, and execution for information of the secrets and mysteries held within that floor of the Ministry. Still, it was “exciting” and “ambitious” and “splendid”. At what point did it mean that Travis should take the position so willingly? To serve him correctly, Travis disappeared six months after taking the job, and not two weeks after his marriage. Silas never spoke a word on the matter. He’d done quite enough to try and prevent it, and he wouldn’t lift a finger or an emotion to cope with the loss. To him, it wasn’t quite a loss, but a decision one person made while disregarding the advice of another. As for the widow that was his sister-in-law, the words “I told you so.” didn’t quite seem to cut it.
From then on, it seemed that Silas had grown quite distant from his family, and took to Remmy Knightly who had served as a rather good replacement from that point on. The two had grown thick as thieves, and still are to this day. While Silas tends to himself, refusing to lick the wounds of the past, some might say that he’s grown quite used to the idea of that shadow having disappeared out of his life. While the Prophet and the cold case of Travis Edington still remaining open and optimistic to the fact that the “disappearance” didn’t necessarily mean the death of the Edington brother, Silas has accepted it as such, considering him to only have one close kin. Could one truly blame a callous heart?
Lyle and Maria Edington run a small corner shop. Their union was as simple as any half-blooded marriage could possibly be. Lyle was introduced to magic. Thankfully, his youthful spirit, openly conceptual mind, and insanely passionate love for his new wife made it impossible for her to say no to the invitation. They had their first son after two year, and named him Travis. Two years later, and Silas made his debut. The family had a tight bond, but, as Silas was a little over-shadowed by a son who'd been the first to enter Hogwarts, the first to receive excellent marks, the first to bring a girlfriend home, the first for practically anything...Silas dropped into the backlight. It suited him just fine. He was still a praised son, one could say. He got decent treatment. He just didn't much feel like making more effort than Travis.
Now that Travis is gone, Silas understands the sinking feeling in his stomach, however hard he’d tried to ignore it. He was swallowing his own parents' guilt, so that their lives can continue, and he can continue to be a son to a wonderful mother and father, who’d taken Travis’s death with heavy hearts. They felt at fault for having pushed the idea upon him and encouraged him for such a high-risk position. It was the entire reason Silas didn’t need to throw his vindication at their faces. The world needs to keep spinning, though. It doesn't stop for anyone, even in death. Taking on a bit of responsibility for the sake of his family...It was due time for Silas to pick up the torch.
|Silas felt her arms slowly wrap around him. Millie was actually hugging him. The embrace was soft, and Silas was merely holding her, trying to push away the cold of the dungeons from around her. Millie seemed rather drained of color, which was, perhaps, a result of the shock. There was no space between their bodies, and, as Silas held her close with one arm, his other hand held her head to his chest. He swayed slightly, his eyes closed, losing himself in the moment. His fingers ran through her dark hair, soothing and comforting and trying to express the security he wanted to provide for her. It was a different sort of feeling. He wasn't quite sue why or how, but Silas had been with a number of girls, and he'd held them in much a similar fashion. So, why, then, did it feel so remarkably different? Was it the meaning? Was it the fact that it was Millie he was holding? Was it supposed to be exciting, at all, or was it supposed to feel exhilirating?|
Whatever it was, Silas knew one thing, and one thing only: he was open to her. He was open in many ways, but, above all else, what Silas knew to be a heart was definately there, and it was beating against hers. Rhythmic, steady, and exact to her pace, Silas stood to be synchronized with her. It was perfect, for lack of a better word. It was close, emotional, comfortable, and intimate, yet, through it all and through all of his fears, Silas didn't mind it one bit. He didn't mind how easy it felt, or even that it felt incredibly right for him to be connected to someone like Millie Azure. All Silas knew was that he didn't want to give it up.
"What...?" Silas heard her start, but her eyes fell from his face to her robes, where he knew she was staring into the hidden image of her Dark Mark. "So, are you going to go turn me in? Have me thrown in Azkaban?"
Silas slowly shook his head. His words were lost, for the moment. He honestly had no clue as to why he felt this way for her. "...I have an idea of what Azkaban is like. My best friend sent his own parents there. They were the ones who'd killed my brother. He...said they looked so afraid, finally knowing they would be spending the rest of their lives behind those walls. I...don't want to have to put you there." Silas had never spoken truer words.
James Knightly, indeed, was responsible for one of the front pages on the Prophet. He'd been called to Azkaban, taken out of school, and then stayed out for about a week longer. Not even Silas knew what had happened, or where Rem had even gone until the Prophet had shown up on his lap during breakfast. Something in him had torn, but, still, his heart went out to his friend. He'd discarded his family, taken on slander and shame in the eyes of the pureblooded community, and was branded a traitor. Why? Because Silas Edington, some pompous hot-shot from Hufflepuff was more important to him than the company of a mother and a father who were nothing more than murderers. It had baffled him, at first, but when Silas read Travis's name, he felt a sense of closure. There was a mystery and a part of his life that could be put to rest.
For the first time in nearly a year and a half, Silas had whispered his brother's name, "I'm sorry, Travis..."
He was growing more and more in-touch with himself, finally accepting who he was and what he needed to do in order to move forward in his life. Millie, however, was of the same ilk that killed his brother. They had taken a part of his life, and Millie felt no remorse for that. Was it injustice on her part, or was it some sort of broken design that she was made to be a part of? Remmy had escaped. He'd left it all behind, and it was proof to him that Millie could do the same, should she find a reason to...
"You're too young. You have an entire life ahead of you. What you do with it isn't up to me, but it wouldn't sit well with me to end it before it began." Silas was beginning to find his words a little easier. Millie's eyes still showed signs of fear and Silas found it difficult to meet them. "Some things are better left a secret. If you want, we can act like this conversation never happened. You can go back to your Common Room still hating the pathetic Hufflepuff for being so nosey." Silas offered, glancing back at her.
He figured that's how things would end for them. She was a Slytherin and he was a Hufflepuff. She had an image to protect and that image didn't allow any room for Silas Edington to share any sort of friendly relationship with her. Perhaps just this once. Just for tonight, they could enjoy eachother. Silas wanted to ensure his neutrality, as well as forward a different image to Millie, as she had already changed his views concerning her. His initial objective of flirting and simply pissing her off had been obliterated. All that was left was a confusing mix of what was the right thing to do. Regardless of moral codes, Silas would not speak of Millie Azure's secrets...To anyone.
Still, that's not where he wanted things to end. He didn't want to just go about his way and leave her to her own devices, having to pass her along the halls and pretend that his chest wasn't about to explode. It wouldn't have been fair. It wouldn't have been true to who Silas was. He was headstrong, a completely brazen fool, and he was prouder than any Slytherin in Hogwarts. When Silas wanted something, he'd turn the world inside-out just to get it. Tonight, and for every other night, Silas wanted Millie. He wanted to know that it was he who made her feel safe and comfortable. He wanted to be the one to hold her head close and let his fingers toy with her hair.
"But, you know..." Silas said, pulling back from her slightly so he could look at her. He held her by the shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down her arms gently. "That's not what I want. I know it sounds stupid, but...Just now, from the last hour until now, you've made me feel so much different than anyone else I know." He wasn't quite that great at communicating these things, but he was giving it his best shot.
"I don't want to just leave and let things go back to the way they were. I'm not going to go about pretending that you're some stuck up bitch. I know better than that, now. What I know is that I like holding you. I like these arms, these hands, these eyes," Silas's hands trailed down her arms and hands, leaving them briefly so as to cup the sides of her face. His thumbs ran gently under her eyes following where his voice directed them. "I don't want to miss your next smile, I don't want to miss the next tear, or any of that. I want to be able to see you when I want to see you, and I want to be able to know that everything here is as real as what I think they are."
It probably seemed rather strange for Silas to be saying such things. After all, there was no precedent for it, and it was simply who he was saying it to that would be the ultimate shock. He just hoped that she was willing to answer him. He knew what she had with Malfoy and his family. They were set to be married, forever unhappy, but forever secure and financially stable. She'd be taken care of, but she wouldn't have a voice in her life. There would be no happiness, and that was a crime, in its own right. If Silas could somehow prove to her that he wasn't hollow and that he wasn't merely trying to win some sort of favor,then perhaps he could prove to her what it meant to be truly happy.
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