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Cornelius hated school dances. And yet here he was, winding up at one yet again, eyes scanning the crowd in a way that even he could tell wasn't nearly as subtle as he would like. It had been difficult working up the strength to leave his bed on a daily basis, the humiliation of being held...

Cornelius felt... not giddy, exactly. Giddy was the wrong word, really. He felt euphoric, but there was a clarity to it, a clear line to whatever he should be doing next. He hadn't ever felt this clear before, not really, and it was an intoxicating feeling. As the lesson let out he felt...

Approval ID #122620 OWLs. OWLs. The thought that had obsessively plagued Cornelius' every thought for a year was here, leaving him nowhere to hide. He had studied, Merlin how he had studied. He felt as though the pages of his textbook were burned into his retinas, for all the time he had...

OWLs. OWLs. They had come far, far too quickly, and every time Cornelius thought about it he became mildly certain he was going to have an aneurysm. He was barely, barely scraping by in his classes as it was, and now it was OWL year. He was ruined. He could rattle off his father's long list...

At this point, if someone told Cornelius they could get all of his revision into his brain and make it stay there and all they had to do was drill a hole in his skull, he would probably let them. He had tried, and tried, and TRIED, and no matter how well he knew the material outside of class...

Today couldn't be worse if it tried. Cornelius had had a letter from home just reminding him, as if an entire holiday of disdain and tutors hadn't been enough, that if his grades weren't flawless this year he would be in real trouble. He knew all too well the expectations, the requirements...

Cornelius was not going to dwell on his holidays. He was going to keep his head held high, and he was going to be better. Last year had been... a practice year, that was it. Just a practice, this time he was going to show what he was really made of. If nothing else, he was going to get...

Lookin at his end of semester grades made Cornelius want to bite something. He tried, but none fo the study charts he had made helped at all. And ndow his parents were gonna see his grades and know he was a FAILURE. He couldnt live up to the family heritage. He hadnt opened the letter from home...

Open after Tempest As excited as he was to start his own branch of the Seymour legacy, Cornelius was bitter to have wound up at the inferior Hogwarts. There was none of the history in these halls, not even a hundred years of students passing through these halls. Everything was new, without...

Name: Cornelius Finlay Seymour VII Meaning: Cornelius - Horn, Finlay - Fair and heroic warrior Birthdate: 10/12/2046 Zodiac: Saggitarius Strengths: Optimistic - Independent - Cautious - Friendly - Sincere Weaknesses: Restless - Unemotional - Inflexible - Temperamental Being a Sagittarius born on...