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Name: Rory Stephen McGregor
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 16
Birthdate: November 5th
Year: 5th
Broom: A Silver Arrow
Wand: 13 6/8 Black Walnut Unicorn Tail Core
Bloodline: Half - muggle father/witch mother
Heritage: Scottish
List of classes for current year:
Astronomy
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Herbology
History of Magic
Potions
Transfiguration
Electives:
Runes
Arithmancy
Care of Magical Creatures



Personal History: Despite the outwardly visible signs of progress, The McGregors still clung to the warm and comforting ways of tradition. Despite the downfall of clans, Douglas McGregor's family still ran itself very much like the original Clan McGregor. Marrying only those chosen for them to preserve their Scottish history and way of life. Shortly after his marriage to Morag Montgomery, Douglas believed his clan had made a mistake. He knew little of his wife before their marriage, and it seemed as though he knew even less after. It didn't take the quick witted man to figure out his wife was a witch. The first witch in the McGregor family for nearly three hundred years. Despite his immediate distrust of his young wife, Douglas found himself falling in love with the lovely girl.

The fifth of what would be six children, Rory was an intelligent but very introverted young man. In fact his family believed that maybe the magical gene had not been passed to him until he was nine. In the forest with his older brothers, he noticed he'd been followed by his at the time very young sister. He turned to lead her back to their home in time to see a wild boar setting itself to charge on the intruders to the forest. It's still not known how the boar was stopped. It seemed to have broken it's neck running into something that was never there.

At eleven, Douglas and Kristy were quite pleased with Rory received his Hogwarts letter. Several of his brothers had gone, and now he would too. Rory was not so pleased. He had planned to foster with his father's cousin learning the old ways. It took a rather heated discussion and his mother's insistence that he go, for Rory to even consider packing.

When he arrived at Hogwarts, and was sorted into Hufflepuff, he was rather angry. He found it hard to talk to his soft hearted, hard working house mates. It took time for him to make friends. Mostly because he found it hard to trust those not of his family/clan. He worked hard at his studies, and even made a few friends. It wasn't until the end of the previous year that he really started noticing girls. Rory spends his summer and holidays with his family.

Personality: Rory is often seen as the strong silent type. With his keen sense of perfection and like to meditate and analyze, dissect, examine, and consider things from every angle, it was a bit of a surprise that he wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw. Rory comes off as self controlled and sometimes emotionless, but there is much that boils beneath his stoic facade. He is a well of secrets and emotions, Scared to share either or both.

He can be friendly when he likes, and doesn't mind serving those around him. Despite his aversion from sharing of himself, he gives well respected advice and doesn't mind listening to the problems of those he calls friend. He is a master of compromise, so much so that sometimes he is sought out by housemates to settle conflicts. He works hard only expecting the best from himself. While studying he can often be heard reciting his clan's mantra "Royal is my race." Perfection in his work is what he strives for.

Physical Description: 6'2" at only 16, Rory towers over nearly all the fifth years. He is filled out rather nicely after several summers of training with his father's cousins. At 180 and eighty pounds, he well muscled, but touched with a tiny bit of pudge - as his mother calls it - around his middle. He wears his dark strawberry blond hair a bit
long, allowing it to curl in a most pleasing manner. His hazel eyes shine with knowledge and curiosity. Not wanting to be too much of an outcast among his peers, he spends most of his time in jeans and jumpers, but he prefers the air on his legs like a true Scotsman and can often be found in shorts.

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