Potter, Jackson Ryan FINISHED!

[Jack Potter]

{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}

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{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}

FULL NAME: Jackson Ryan Potter, but please, call him Jack
AGE: 14
YEAR or OCCUPATION:fourth year
BIRTHDAY: January 27, 1927
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL: Hogwarts.
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Gryffindor, please.
FAMILY:

Ellen Jane Potter, mother, 40
Ryan Michael Potter, father, 45
Ellen, Ellie, Grace Potter, sister, 10

ANYTHING ELSE:
Mr. Jack Potter is a cocky, over confident, womanizer. He's charming and respectful but unusually hot headed and mischievious. He uses his good looks and charm to get what he wants, and get out of situations he doesn't. He's a gentleman but will start fights with anyone who may or may not, sometimes, deserve it. Sometimes he thinks he's in charge, and he needs some one to keep him in check.

(yeah, I do realize it sounds a lot like James and Harry but my Jack character is always over confident and hotheaded. I can change it if you like.)


{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}

Sunday, July 26, 1941 7:30 a.m., Mr. Jackson Ryan Potter.

The sun rose, letting a bright and shiny wake up call into the baracaded room of Jack Potter. Grumbling Jack rolled over on to his side pulling the pillow over his face doing his best to block out the sparkling sunshine and the pleasant chirps of birds. Summer, what a wonderful time, all except for the early sun and noise. The words running through Jack's head were soon interrupted by the pattering of little feet on the hard wood floor. "Ellie." he grumbled to himself quietly as his pretended to be asleep.

The squeaking of the floor boards and the quiet creak of the door opening let him know that Ellie wa preparing to wake him up. Again, at 6:30 in the morning. The little feet got closer and closer and he waited for the perfect moment before springing upward and yelling "boo!" The sound of a little girls scream rang out through the house followed by a boys deep laughter.

Then the whimpering started, "That was mean Jack." she whined quietly. Her dark hair falling over her eyes a little. The boy snorted slightly rolling his eyes. "No Ellie. Mean is you waking me up at 730." He growled quietly. Laying back down he listened to her little feet patter back on down the hall, leaving his door wide open. Flinging his blanket off of him Jack lay silent and still for a few more moments before standing on the warm wooden floor. Venturing downstairs he could already tell that his mother was going to give him the "don't be mean to Ellie" speech. He got that speech a lot if you couldn't already tell.

Rolling his eyes as he walked down the stairs Jack stretched and ran a hand through his unkempt sticking up hair. He wandered through the house only to find that, his mother was not waiting to give him a speech. He smirked to himself until, he jumped sideways a little startled, because Ellie had appeared out of no where. He made a face at her and sat on the couch in the living room. A woman's voice rang out through the house unexpectedly, "Ellie Grace!" she said sweetly looking for the little girl. He shook his head awaiting the moment when his mother ventured into the living room singing like she always did.

But instead of singing her voice rang out again only this time, "Jack you too." She said from the kitched. As he made his way back out into the kitchen he saw her standing by the back door dressed and ready to go. "We're going school shopping today." She said cheerfully. Jack groaned realizing what that meant. She caught on to this and smiled, "oh stop your complaning." She said as she whispered to ellie about going and getting dressed. Jack followed suit and headed up the stairs back to the bathroom to shower. SIghing, he prepared himself for the interesting day that was to follow.