GOLDSTEIN; asher reese (d e a t h is not the end)

Title: GOLDSTEIN; asher reese

asher goldstein - September 4, 2007 11:52 PM (GMT)

INTRODUCING...
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[ asher goldstein ]

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[ w h o are you?

full name: asher reese goldstein
explain the names: When it came to naming his youngest boy, Anthony hit the nail right on the head. Both were names he enjoyed but also had specific meanings that fit the young lad perfectly growing up. Asher turns out to be a Hebrew name meaning fortunate; blessed; or happy, while Reese is of Welsh decent and means enthusiastic; passionate. He lives up to both names quite well.
nickname: Ash; Reese; Cry Baby (long long long time ago)
age/year: 16/6th
house: Hufflepuff
any titles?: Quidditch; Beater

[ show some skin!

eye color: Asher is definitely an odd looking fellow. No, not in the bad way, but some of his features greatly differ from those in his family. Both his mother, father, and brother have dark brown eyes, though his are an off blue. They hold a more grayish tint but they aren’t the shade of his relatives for some unknown reason.
hair color: Like Malcolm he does have dark brown locks, only his are curly and much messier than his elder brother’s. He likes them that way though and has a habit of running his hands through them.
skin tone: Ash’s skin isn’t pale but it isn’t extremely dark either. He has a tanned or rather bronze look most of the time.
celebrity portrayal: Parker Gregory

[ let me pick your brain!

likes:

dislikes:

strengths:

weaknesses:

quirks:

love potion:

~~Wet Dog~~

patronus: Asher’s patronus would be no doubt an otter. Wait. An otter? An unusual one eh? Well if you compared the two, the only difference between them would be the ability to talk and the otters furry body. Both Asher and otters are incredibly curious and playful creatures. Though Ash loves the water just as much, he seems to take to the air better.
boggart: Worst fear? As corny as it may sound, his worst fear has more to do with his brother than him. Malcolm is practically Ash’s idol and seeing him unhappy the rest of his life, despite his attempts to help, would truly be his worst fear.
dementor:

"Oh Duuuustyyyy, where aaaarrreeee yooooou?"

"Dusty?"

"Dusty!? Enough Hide-n-Seek…come out, Dusty! Olly olly oxen free!!"

*Squeak* *Hiss* *SQUEAK*

"DUSTY!!!!"

"Get away from him!!!"

"…It’s ok Dusty…you’re safe now…"

"…Dusty…"

"Rest in Peace my little friend,"

personality: Asher Reese Goldstein. That name spoken aloud can get so many reactions from so many different people. Why? Because he’s being is so random so changing, your better off predicting the shifting winds of our fair Earth. He’s truly unpredictable. If you were to meet him, to talk to him, hang out with him, I’m sure you’d wonder…why the hell is this boy in Hufflepuff??? Asher is one of many mischief makers in Hogwarts, perhaps the best in the Hufflepuff household. His mischievous nature and curiosity keeps him in constant trouble throughout his career in Hogwarts he’s probably the most seen Hufflepuff in detention, whether it was from skipping class or pranking a professor and getting caught. He’s never been one to avoid being caught, but it’s always worth it and he’s working on it. Now, curiosity was mentioned. Ash is about as curious as a kid in a toy store. He likes to examine things and has a habit of touching things. He examines with his fingers more so than his eyes. Often times he’s found exploring Hogwarts, looking for secret passages and what not.

Along with that he’s very bold. Ash isn’t afraid to risk his neck or break a few rules. He likes to take risks and doesn’t really worry much about his well being. He’ll never back down from a dare or bet…unless it involves hurting someone else. He doesn’t give much thought to himself, but he doesn’t like putting others in danger. Other than that he fears nothing. After all the only thing to fear is fear itself right?

His daredevil attitude and unquenchable curiosity made him a prime choice for the house of the lion but there was one thing that rivaled these two traits and eventually overrode the sorting hats initial choice. Asher’s large heart. You’ll never meet a boy with a bigger heart than younger master Goldstein. Hufflepuffs are known for their sweet sides and though Asher does a good job of masking his during first meetings, it doesn’t take long at all to see it. For the most part the boy wears his heart on his sleeve. Asher is a rare breed of boy who is extremely passionate in all he does and can get emotional very easily. As a child, he was teased about it. Neighborhood kids nicknamed him as a cry baby because he couldn’t take the boyish activities of killing ants or picking on girls. He was fond of fighting, he liked to wrestle around and play, but actually fighting upset him. Arguments between friends, teasing, anything sent him into silent tears, but after a while it stopped. He learned to control his water works and though it hurt him inside, he learned to mask his sadness and anger. Yes, when young Asher got very very angry the water works began as well, but he doesn’t cry over such petty things anymore. Not in public anyway. He holds it all in.

His sensitive nature hasn’t always been a problem though. It often works to his advantage thanks to him learning how to control his emotions most of the time. He loves helping people, much like his brother, and he’s very dependable when people need it. His usual happy demeanor and optimism attracts people to him, Ash has a sort of charm and people usually feel comfortable around him. He does have some trusting issues, but they’re the opposite of what you think. He has trouble not trusting, rather than trusting. Confusing huh?

Often times, Ash believes too much in the good of people. He is naïve in the fact that not everyone has the best intentions all the time. He doesn’t judge based on house, blood, race, anything and his easily trusting nature makes him an easy target for those wanting to hurt him or take advantage of him. Ash knows how to defend himself once he does realize what’s going on, but he’s often blinded to the fact until it’s too late. Malcolm usually helps him in this area. Let’s talk about his feelings for his family, shall we?

Asher absolutely adores Malcolm. Ever since they were kids the two have gotten along swell. Like most younger brothers, he looks up to Malcolm, no matter how shy and backward the boy seems. He knows him and knows just how amazing he is. His heart is always in the right place when he tries to bring his big brother out of his shelf, but sometimes it backfires and only makes it worse. Mac always seems to forgive him though. When he became depressed over his girl disappearing, Asher inherited the same feelings. He hated seeing his brother so torn and though he tried helping…Malcolm never seemed to respond. To think a girl could cause so much sadness.

He knew all too well what falling in love could do though which was why Asher avoided it. He believes in love, yes, he’s a hopeless romantic deep down, but he prefers flings and no-strings attached typed things. Ash’s been fully aware of his naive and easily trusting personality since he entered Hogwarts, so he avoids actually relationships in fear of falling in love too fast and too hard. Other than that, he’s a pretty big flirt. The girls love him, though he isn’t the smartest guy (he makes decent grades) he’s got a certain charm to him. He’s never been afraid to talk to girls and he respects them, despite his shameless flirting. Ash would never under any circumstance hit a girl. It’s cowardly of a guy to strike a girl in his opinion. It makes it hard for him in quidditch sometimes, but he never purposely hurts a girl and he avoids it at all costs in a game. The boy is an extremely talented beater so he knows how to aim his hits and dodge them as well.

[ take a look back in time

parents: Anthony Goldstein & Daphne Greengrass Goldstein
siblings: malcolm goldstein [seventh, seventeen, ravenclaw]
history: Whoever expected that Anthony Goldstein and Daphne Greengrass would marry so suddenly? There was only real fathomable reason for it…a baby. Yes, it was no surprise when six months after the couple said ‘I do’ their first child was born. Despite the rush the two seemed happy to most people. Too bad they weren’t. Daphne had been forced to marry Anthony thanks to her family worrying about her appearance as a pureblood. She wasn’t happy in the slightest with Anthony, though he was often very sweet and gentlemanly. She was unhappy all the time and blamed both Anthony and Malcolm for it. A year later she had another innocent victim to carry out her rage upon.

On a hot summer’s day she gave birth to another boy, a boy with a head full of curly brown locks and bright bluish gray eyes. It was a happy baby until the doctor smacked it, making sure it was breathing, tears springing from his eyes. It fell content the minute it reached his mother’s arms, cooing and smiling at her. Despite the child’s beauty and adorable demeanor she wrinkled her nose in disgust and passed him off to Anthony who looked upon his baby boy with love, his one year old clinging to his pants leg, curiously peeking up at the new born. Though content most of the time, Asher was a sensitive child from day one. If he heard his mother and father arguing he cried, if Malcolm appeared to be hurt he’d cry. He didn’t take to peek-a-boo very well, for his little mind didn’t understand they hadn’t really gone. The baby would burst into fits when they hid from them though he seemed ok when they left the room and let him know that they’d be right back. If Asher had been old enough to remember his mother when she left, if she’d interacted with him as much as Malcolm and Anthony, it probably would have scarred him for life.

He was only two when she left. The curly haired child was going through his terrible twos at the time and accidentally spilled ink on her blouse. She exploded on him and Malcolm saying that was the last straw. Immediately he knew he did something wrong and began to cry, his speech for that age limited, though he knew the word ‘sworry’. She left without a word, her youngest boy in tears calling after her with a simple word over and over again. He cried for days…but he doesn’t remember now. That was a good thing though. No one wanted to live with the guilt of running your mother off. So, the two boys grew up not knowing their mother, but were content. Asher adored both Anthony and his brother. They all took care of one another, helped each other grow.

As a young child, Asher was very curious and clumsy. He was into anything and everything. It was hard for Anthony to keep him away from things that might hurt him. It was impossible to leave him alone for five seconds and not find him with something in his mouth or him climbing something. He had an overwhelming love for animals and nature, he loved playing outside with Malcolm and other kids. Unlike most boys his age though, he didn’t like stomping ants or torturing bugs and girls. No, he didn’t like torturing things at all and often cried when he saw others doing so. He was immediately tagged a cry baby and Malcolm the brother of a cry baby. Ash hated the name and it only made him angrier and more upset when his brother was brought into it.

Slowly but surely the boy began to toughen himself up for both of their sakes. He was still as sensitive and upset by their actions, but he refused to cry and hasn’t for a long long time. By the time Malcolm was old enough to go away for Hogwarts, Asher wasn’t the cry baby he used to be. He could handle things better, but couldn’t quite handle his brother leaving. It depressed him and h even tried to get on the train with him that day, but was caught and pulled off. Asher wasn’t exactly lonely though. He had a friend of Malcolm’s named Rose to keep him occupied, but he still missed his brother. A year later it was his turn though and boy was he excited!

He gave his father a big hug and boarded the train anxious and excited with his brother. The two surprisingly to both of them went separate ways, Asher’s friendly and happy attitude easily helping him make friends. When he arrived at the castle and went in to be sorted he wanted to be in his brother’s house, but knew he wasn’t as smart as his elder. The sorting hat had an extremely difficult time sorting him due to his adventurous and mischievous personality and the size and passion in his heart. Eventually the emotional strength of his heart out weighed his more lion deemed traits and he was sorted into hufflepuff. Asher quickly took to the house and couldn’t have been happier. He easily made many friends and was proud to be called a hufflepuff.

Asher was a helpful lad to his housemates and everyone who needed his help. Much like Malcolm he became the ear to listen and the shoulder to cry on when needed. As years went on his mischievous got the better of him and he began to act out a bit, always getting into trouble, but remaining his happy go lucky self. By his third year he joined the quidditch team, his flying skills one of the superior in his house, but his arm strength amazing making him an amazing beater. He definitely had talent though by his fourth year he began having eye troubles. He couldn’t read very well and was prescribed reading glasses, though he refuses to wear them. Now in his sixth year, Asher is still livin life to the fullest. He doesn’t give much thought to his own well being though he worries about his brother and his friends. He’s sworn off crying, but is still just as easily hurt. Ash is hoping to just make it through his last year with his brother and move on to his seventh with no problems…

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Boredom. The imaginary force that seemed to slowly drive the sanest of people to their wits end and warp them into insanity. It was something that people fought daily whether they realized it or not. That walk you take in the afternoon around the grounds? It's not for mere fresh air. No, it's to rid yourself of that useless feeling, the feeling that seems to sneak up on you when you least expect it. That feeling you get when you're sitting in class listening to a professor ramble on about the wars of the old days. Wars no one seems to care for anymore, like the Goblin Wars. The feeling you conquer when you send a flying not across the room or start digging for gold in that gold mine you call a nose. Yes, boredom was a force that made you do odd things, especially if you were a seventh year Hufflepuff with no where to be.

Phelan scooted down the corridors of the ancient castle, his feet barely touching the ground or so it appeared. His black and white checkered chucks brushed against the cold slate of the floor only to send him into the air quite a ways. His head came no where near the ceiling thanks to the spaciousness of Hogwarts itself. They seemed to be so far up the height of the corridor went on forever. For all he knew, they could. One thing the young Irishman had learned to appreciate about Hogwarts and the wizarding world in itself right away was that nothing was as it seemed. Assuming makes an ass out of me and you and he learned quickly that that age old saying was true. It might not be the most elegantly put saying but true nontheless.

Instead of returning to the ground, Phelan's athletic figure drifted about in the air. He had always wanted to know what it felt like to walk on the moon or at least be able that annoying thing called gravity. A childish sounding laugh escaped the boy's parted lips as he floated about the seventh floor corridor, doing flips and other things in the air. Being an astronaut had always seemed like so much fun and with his specially charmed shoes, the brunette was getting a taste of what it was like. It was a complicated yet simple charm that gave the illusion of zero gravity, making it so that the young man was practically weightless.

His laughter echoed in the empty hall, only to be rivaled by approaching voices. They were deep, no doubt of male origin, one very familiar to the Hufflepuff boy. Phelan gulped. This wasn't good. The voice of a professor was beginning to close in on him, a professor not very fond of the boy's good natured fun or of him sneaking a nap during his course. Phelan was convinced that there weren't any real mutual feelings of dislike between them but everyone knew he and the potions professor weren't the best of pals. He looked for anyway possible to make him and his classmates suffer. Phelan didn't want to be caught floating in the corridor by him that was for sure. Magic wasn't supposed to be performed in them and that was definitely an excuse to write the boy up.

I need a place to hide...he mused to himself, glancing about. He didn't have time to undo the charm, he could hear not only voices now but footsteps. Suddenly a door knob appeared on the wall...a door appearing as well. Without a second thought the boy grabbed and turned, pulling himself in. The door faded behind him, and he quickly pulled out his wand, casting it down at his shoes with a few soft words. His body immediately dropped, luckily landing on a bean bag. "Umph," he groaned a little, rubbing his side. "That was close..."

Standing up he glanced around, seeing he was in a room filled with bean bags, a fire place, cool air, a table...and a familiar figure. A wide smile curled onto his lips. "Fancy meetin you here," he said casually, his thick Irish accent coating his words as his eyes took in the raven haired beauty sitting contently at the centered table. He approached, not waiting to see if she'd shoo him away. He highly doubted she would toss her best friend out so easily. "Whatcha doin?"

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