Post by Michelle Beckett on Aug 5, 2012 9:43:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] nicholas dominic eames. twenty-nine. musician and all-round badass. julian morris. | |
[rs=2] | Many people would identify the rhythm guitarist of popular rock band that's taken the wizarding world by storm, The Fifth Horseman, with the name Eames, and associate him with being the quietest, most elusive member of the band. Although still outgoing with a couple of tricks up his sleeve at charming women (the most recognisable being the devastating smoulder he's gotten so good at, or the knowing half-smile, or perhaps the disarmingly polished manners) the eldest member of the band is most certainly the focused one of the group, his past only known by the most dedicated fans and his true personality only acquainted with by those he is closest to. Although equipped with a captivating stage presence, Eames (or Nicky, as some particularly passionate fangirls have taken to calling him) is a contrast to the rest of the band, particularly noted by fans or journalists in interviews. He often allows talk or jesting to go on around him in situations when the band is being interviewed and generally only gives information when directly asked, although when he does speak in interviews he is unbelievably well-spoken, smooth and charismatic, owing to him gaining quite a lot of fangirls in quite a short while. At only the age of twenty-nine, he already has a colourful life's history. Nicholas Dominic Eames was born on July the twelfth, nineteen ninety four, at four in the afternoon to muggle parents Eva Sawyer and Arthur Eames. Eva and Arthur shared a long and desperately romantic history; they met first at fourteen, when Eva was known to all as the quiet, artistic young girl with the flaming red hair who wore the long skirts and barely spoke (and when she did, only to make a cutting remark) and Arthur was famed as the devastatingly enchanting Arthur Eames, equipped with manners and a certain degree of scruffy charm. Although they were the least likely two people in their entire town to meet and strike up a friendship, especially seeing as they went to different schools (Eva the mixed school down the road, Arthur the posh boys' school) they ran into each other at a bus stop and began talking. Although Arthur was certainly very intelligent, and recognised by many as being the sort of guy who was well capable of getting top marks, not many people realised that he was highly creative as well, his top hobby of all time being writing, although he kept this in the closet and to the general public and all of his friends except for Eva he was merely sporty, somewhat musical (he played the piano and had done for years, although without any passion for it) and clever - a talented guy, but not an exceptional or remarkable one. Eva seemed to be the stark opposite of Arthur. While he always, without exception, was dressed neatly and looked more than presentable at all times, Eva wore long, flowing skirts that reached her ankles and her hair was unkempt and messy. Arthur was always surrounded by friends, be it the other boys from his school or the pretty, polished girls from around his area, while Eva only had a few very close friends, and had no qualms about being on her own. While Arthur's family prided themselves on social etiquette, education and fitness, Eva's family prided themselves on creativity, were lax about grades, and were incredibly tightly-knit. However, Arthur and Eva were more alike than anybody could ever guess and ended up spending most of their weekends together, whether they were sprawled on the floor of Eva's bedroom watching movies or getting on trains and taking a trip to London. Both had adventurous streaks, and while Arthur seemed, at first sight, a slightly too-cocky rich boy with only a cheeky smile and a winning attitude in his favour, and Eva seemed, at first sight, simply another too-sharp, loner teenage artist, the two discovered that there was far more to the other one beneath the surface. Eva dragged Arthur into her 'studio' - the shed at the back of her garden which she'd taken over that year - every time he appeared at their door, despite his half-hearted grumbles, and although he never showed her his writing one of the few times she visited his home she rifled through his room searching for one of his notebooks while he was downstairs chatting to his mother and flicked through it unabashedly, reluctantly impressed. And, as everyone knew they would eventually, they began going out. There was never any dramatic exclamations of love, however; their relationship simply came together, easier than what seemed realistic. Although Arthur's friends sniggered at the thought of Arthur Eames, charmer and golden boy, going out with the sharp-tongued artist from the mixed school, and Eva's entire family wondered at how she snagged Arthur Eames whenever he showed up at their doorstep, holding aloft a box of chocolates or a bouquet of flowers every time he did, thoroughly enchanting the entire family, they were a blissfully happy couple. They did, indeed, argue occasionally, but despite this they were most definitely falling for each other, and had been for quite some time before that. Not only were they a couple, but they were also best friends, and they both chose to spend as much free time as possible with the other, renting bikes and cycling down country lanes, climbing onto the roof of Eva's shed and drinking alcohol they'd filched from her parents - all in all, what one would see as an ideal teenage relationship, and this carried on for a year and a half, until they were almost sixteen. Arthur and Eva found themselves moving in seperate directions. Although Eva encouraged Arthur to pursue a career in writing, he feared his family's reaction, not to mention his friends', if he revealed that he fancied himself a writer. Writing had never seemed to be a real career choice for Arthur - he saw it, all his life, as something of a fantasy. He wrote for himself, truly passionate about getting his thoughts and fictional stories down on paper, but had never truly considered it as a career option. Eva was planning on leaving school once she hit sixteen, and didn't have a notion about what she was going to do for the rest of her life. The relationship seemed strained, all of a sudden, the differences in their lives going from what seemed to miniscule to of gigantic proportions. Arthur, convincing himself that the romance had fizzled out of the relationship, ended it. Eva did not protest, but unknown to Arthur every painting she did for months after their break up was splattered with furious colours, representing hatred and bitterness. Arthur, deciding that continuing to write would be foolish when his future obviously did not lie in it, disposed of all of his scrawled-in notebooks, although he found that completely stopping himself from writing was impossible. Fast forward to eight years later, when both Eva and Arthur had turned twenty-four; Arthur had never left his hometown, much to his distaste, having ended up working in his father's business. He had quite a senior position, but found himself thoroughly bored by his entire life. He had an on-and-off relationship with a girl he'd known since he had gone out with Eva when they were younger but whom he'd never particularly paid attention to, and spent his weekends either getting pissed, having sex with her, jotting ideas for novels he never wrote in his notebooks or playing footie with one of his mates. He hadn't seen Eva since her family had moved away after she left school, and they'd not kept in contact, although he'd heard through the grapevine she was engaged to be married. He'd been happy for her, although he felt a slight twinge of regret. One Saturday night out, Arthur and his friends were crowded around a table, laughing and sharing memories, and he had one arm around the girl with whom he had an off-and-on relationship with, when he saw the familiar red hair up at the bar. Shocked, he found himself unable to tear his gaze from her, preoccupied with thoughts of Eva all evening. Eventually, he excused himself to go to the toilet, and deliberately walked past the woman as he made his way back to his mates. He heard his name called out, and didn't even bother pretending to be surprised, flooded with relief that it was Eva, who had grown from a somewhat awkward, plain-looking teenager into a rather beautiful, striking-looking adult. He hovered beside her for longer than his friends were pleased with, making small talk and swapping stories. As they filed out of the bar and called for him to follow, he scribbled a phone number down for Eva and made her promise to ring him. She did, albeit reluctantly, and Arthur left the bar feeling happier than he had in months. It took Eva longer than Arthur had anticipated to ring him. Perhaps it was the fact that Arthur was living in the past, when life seemed an adventure, when the future seemed bright. He was only twenty-four but he was longing to turn back the clock and become fourteen again, a yearning none of his other friends truly felt. He found himself waiting by the phone, lingering beside it at all times, too distracted to focus on anything properly and driving the girl he had an off-and-on relationship with - Margaret "Maggie" Ryder - half to distraction. On the fourth night, he'd all but given up when the phone rang. Astonished to find Eva speaking to him breezily as though she hadn't left him waiting for the better part of a week, they arranged to meet up at a restaraunt. Although it was somewhat difficult to get back into the swing of things - it had been eight years after they'd seen each other, after all - and their friendship was a tad rusty, they managed to click all over again, laughing and swapping stories and feeling that same sense of comradeship they had when they were younger. Needless to say, Arthur and Eva fell in love again. And, just as they had when they were younger, they simply fell into place. They lived together for years, eventually moving far away from their original hometown and settling down in a small village where Eva painted to her heart's content and where Arthur had secured a new job, realising that working at his father's business had never been his calling. Although Arthur's mother and father were eager for Arthur and Eva to get married and start a family, neither Arthur nor Eva felt any rush, being in the mindset that a couple could be together for the rest of their lives without having to get married and also that they weren't quite ready to bring up children. They had vague plans of eventually having a couple of children, an exciting prospect to both, but it was a prospect that was still in their future. Even the best laid plans go wrong, however, and when Eva was nearly twenty-eight she found herself pregnant. The couple were startled by the thought of having a child somewhat earlier than they had planned, but the shock ebbed away and was replaced by delight and - although Arthur would never admit it - terror. Their news was met joyously by all sides of the family; Arthur's sister was particularly excited and hopped on a train to come and visit them as soon as she could, promising that when the baby arrived if they ever needed a babysitter she would be more than happy to oblige. Not to say, of course, that the pregnancy was sunshine and rainbows - it could be a struggle, and Arthur and Eva, both being equipped with tempers, found their nerves wearing thin and engaged in shouting matches every now and then, although the apologies were profuse following every single one. During the sixth month, Eva approached Arthur and confessed that she wanted to get married to him, right away. Arthur was surprised by this, and asked her outright if it was because she felt that seeing as she was pregnant, she was obliged to get married, which he assured her she wasn't. Eva was offended by this, and denied it immediately, explaining that she really, really wanted to get married, although she'd prefer it to be a small affair. Arthur agreed at once, and the two got married shortly after, while Eva was still pregnant. As they'd agreed, it was an extremely small affair, with only the couple, Arthur's sister and best friend, and Eva's parents and brother. Eva, unlike most women, kept her maiden name, a fact that didn't ruffle Arthur's feathers in the slightest. And so on the twelfth of July, nineteen ninety four, their baby boy was born and given the name Nicholas Dominic Eames. Nicholas was a favourite name of both the couple, decided earlier on during the pregnancy, and Dominic was the name of Eva's late grandfather, whom she'd been particularly close to. Arthur would later confess to his younger sister, Veronica "Ronnie" Eames, much to her delight, that holding Nicholas for the first time was undoubtedly the best moment of his life, the most overwhelming feeling to hold the small, warm body in his arms and realise that this child was his, and he'd not thought that it was possible to love anyone that much. Eva felt much the same, and despite all of the stress and the fear and the strain they'd felt at the thought of having to bring a baby up, that evening in the hospital when Arthur sat by Eva's bed as she cradled Nicholas in her arms, the three of them together, closed off from the world in their own little bubble of happiness, they both knew that it would all be worth it. Nicholas, everyone proclaimed, was a beautiful baby, and the spitting image of his father. Arthur and Eva proudly showed their son off to their family and friends, and Nicholas, although perfectly capable of screaming his little head off, was quite happy to be passed around and ogled at by all of these people who gave him well-deserved attention, although whenever got out a camera Nicholas would infuriatingly stop smiling and stare blankly at the person behind it. As Eva had always worked at home, she was the parent who looked after Nicholas throughout the day, plopping him on a high chair or in a cot or letting him crawl around as she painted or sketched, or pretending to be a monster and chasing him as he screamed with laughter and clapped his pudgy hands. Arthur would return home in the evening, cook the dinner (Eva had never quite gotten the knack of cooking anything except for eggs or beans on toast or pasta) and play or bathe Nicholas before getting him ready for bed. There were, of course, arguments and complications between Arthur and Eva every now and then, and Nicholas could throwing screaming fits or be found crawling straight towards trouble if you took your eyes off him for long enough, but regardless of all of this the family was a happy one. The first two years passed quickly; Arthur, much to his delight, got a promotion; Eva painted quite happily and even managed to sell a couple of the paintings she actually managed to finish; and Nicholas began to speak, initially only gabbling words like "dada" or "mama" but soon managing to string words together proudly, and he'd progressed from being plopped somewhere to crawling to walking quite quickly. If life had stayed that way forever, the family would've been a perfectly happy, normal one, and Nicholas would've grown up with two parents, instead of the one parent he grew up with. When Nicholas was two and Eva and Arthur were both thirty, Eva, who had been rushing to the shops one Saturday afternoon to purchase some essentials while Arthur looked after Nicholas, was in a terrible car accident. It was winter, and the roads were slicked with ice, and although it had been advisable not to drive and everyone was aware of that, disregarding the ice proved fatal to the family. Eva died almost immediately, and, seeing as it was an extremely small village they lived in, the news got back to Arthur fairly quickly. The first call he recieved was from an elderly neighbour who'd witnessed the entire thing and had called the ambulance. In that single moment, Arthur's entire life changed, as did his son's. Understandably, it took quite a while to get Arthur back on his feet. Arthur's mother and sister, Veronica, both travelled down the minute they could to tend to Arthur. Arthur's mother proved to be a shoulder for her son to cry on, and she busied herself with the mundane tasks such as the laundry and cooking, behaving gently with her son, as though he was a delicate ornament placed precariously on the edge of a table. Meanwhile, Veronica industriously took care of Nicholas, patiently reading him books, chasing him around the house, preparing food for him and tucking him in at night. Veronica adored her nephew and was more than happy to take care of him for her brother, although their mother insisted that Veronica not shoulder all of the responsibility for Nicholas, reminding Arthur that Nicholas needed his father even more now that he didn't have a mother. These words had the desired effect on Arthur; he and Veronica split the task of taking care of Nicholas between them, and Arthur found a comfort in holding his son more than he could ever explain to anyone. Nicholas was hers, he was Eva's, and although any reminder of her, at the start, caused a great deal of heartache, being reminded that a part of her was still with him was what motivated him to go on. His mother and his sister, in a show of fierce loyalty, stayed with him for as long as he needed, even managing to make him laugh and watch dopey old chick flicks with them every now and again. They also encouraged him to cry when he needed to, and cry he did, every now and again, although less in front of his sister, as when they were younger they'd had a relationship with an extremely competitive edge and he wasn't used to displaying such emotion in front of her. The presence of his mother and sister prevented him from feeling too lonely, although sleeping in an empty double bed was somewhat grim, owing to him having mostly sleepless nights. As Nicholas was so young, he didn't fully understand the gravity of what had happened. Or, indeed, what had actually happened. He noticed, of course, that his mother was not around, but was pleased at the attention of the two new lovely women in his household, who played with him and danced around holding him and sang to him as they tucked him into bed. Although of course initially the fact that his mother was no longer around was something of an issue of distress but as time moved on, Nicholas began to forget his mother. When he was three he was enrolled in the local creche and stayed there during the day while Arthur was at work, and was quite happy there with other children his own age. By the time Nicholas was five, he began attending the local primary school. The son and father were very close, and Nicholas had been told about his mother, the fact that she had died in a car accident, but the fact that she loved him very much and, his father said, was watching on from heaven. Nicholas certainly made an impression his first day in primary school; he attempted to squeeze into the playhouse but was immediately pushed out again by the three girls who were already in there. They scrambled out, yelling indignantly that the playhouse was only for girls. Nicholas, and another little boy who'd been on the sidelines (and secretly had been wanting to go into the playhouse) protested loudly and an argument ensued, resulting in Nicholas accidentally poking the most indignant girl in the eye. She burst into noisy sobs and the other two girls rushed off to tell on Nicholas. Nicholas was sat sulking on the naughty step as the teacher attended to the sobbing girl, and when she finally was ready to talk to Nicholas she berated him sternly for poking the girl in the eye. Before Nicholas had managed to get out a, "Miss, I'm sorry but -" she'd cut him off, saying she'd heard the full story from the boy on the sidelines and that she'd given out to the girls for claiming the playhouse. Once Nicholas was released from the naughty step, he raced towards the sandpit to find the other boy and thank him. And, within the blink of an eye, they became fast friends, and continued to be close throughout their childhood. It was at age seven that Nicholas found what he decided was his true calling in life; music. They had a piano in their house, an old one Eva had insisted on having and Arthur insisted on keeping after Eva passed. After hearing his father play a tune on the piano, Nicholas began pressing for piano lessons and Arthur quickly got him enrolled in a class. His piano teacher reported that he was a gifted player, not only due to practising but also due to his natural rhythm, and was a perfectly mannerly, charming boy, although he had an edge of cheekiness to him that wasn't missed by anyone. Nicholas progressed quickly from simple melodies to complicated ones, and began taking piano exams and coming out with flying colours. He played every night at home, and whenever he went up to his grandparents' house or Auntie Ronnie's he was encouraged to play for an enthusiastic audience. Piano proved to not be enough for Nicholas, however. Over dinner one night when he was nine, he asked his father for a guitar, and won him over immediately by explaining the pros of him learning another instrument. And so Nicholas was gifted with his first guitar, opting for going to lessons instead of going to football practice with the rest of his mates (they despaired of him) and picked guitar up as swiftly as he had piano, often to be found sprawled on his bed plucking at the strings of his guitar and singing made-up songs. When he and his father spent a month at his grandparents' when he was ten, Nicholas' grandmother remarked how very like Arthur he was. Arthur, who had always held manners in the highest esteem, taught Nicholas how to be perfectly gentlemanly, and also extremely well-spoken and clever, but, despite this, he had the same spirit Arthur had when he was younger, a certain edge to him that was unshakeable. That, and he could also be incredibly sly when he put his mind to it - he was fantastic debating or arguing, always managing to back the person he was arguing with into corners. He only used this talent when he had to, however, and appeared to everyone as a sort of golden boy - mannerly, talented, spirited. When Nicholas had just turned eleven, and was due to start in the local high school, a smartly-dressed man appeared at their door. Arthur let the man in, somewhat puzzled when the man told him that he was here because of Nicholas. Arthur, wondering what sort of shenanigans his son had gotten into, called Nicholas downstairs. Nicholas, who'd been playing guitar and half-concentrating on homework, descended the staircase slowly, thoroughly confused by the fact that he was supposed to talk to a man whom he'd never seen in his life before. Nicholas being Nicholas, however, he shook the man's hand and sat down on the sofa across from him, completely relaxed as he talked school and music and football. Arthur reappeared in the door with tea and biscuits, warned Nicholas not to take all of the biscuits (this was answered by a cheeky grin) and asked the man, politely but firmly, why, exactly, he wanted to speak to Nicholas. The explanation Nicholas and Arthur recieved was enough to reduce both of them to laughter; the man said, perfectly solemnly, that he was a Professor from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and that Nicholas, being a Wizard, was to attend the school in September. When the man only tutted at them half-amusedly, half-despairingly, Arthur attempted to control himself, realising that they may well have a completely insane person on their hands, but Nicholas, who realised he could have quite a lot of fun if he played his cards just right, began to humour the man, looking completely serious and believing and only a person who knew Nicholas very well would realise he was joking, due to the wicked twinkle in his eye. Nicholas began to ask the practical questions, a look of feigned seriousness on his face as he was answered that he was to go to Platform Nine and Three Quarters - Nicholas nearly cracked up at that one - on September the first, where he would be transported on the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts Castle. When the man had had enough of Nicholas' teasing, he pulled out his wand - Arthur was now somewhat alarmed, but Nicholas had to force himself to keep composure at the sight of a grown man swishing around what looked like a stick - and levitated every piece of furniture in the room. Fast forward another couple of months, and Nicholas was on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, waving goodbye to his father who was on the platform, wearing a somewhat bemused expression on his face. It had taken the two quite a while to adapt to such a change in their lives; Arthur wasn't quite keen on sending Nicholas away, but he admitted that it was the only thing that could be done. Nicholas and Arthur told everyone that Nicholas was to be attending an elite boys' boarding school in Scotland as opposed to going to the local secondary school with the rest of the children he'd grown up with. This was met by surprise and disappointment, particularly from the close-knit group of friends he had with whom he spent most of his free time gallivanting around the countryside or chilling at their houses. Nicholas' grandparents were quite impressed by their grandson going to an elite boarding school - they'd been afraid that Arthur was going to send him to a rubbishy secondary school, the sort Eva attended when she was a teenager - although it was a task and a half fending off their probing, interested questions. Nicholas managed to find a couple of other first-years and slotted himself into a compartment with them, introducing himself as Nicholas, a muggleborn, and allowing them to fill him in on everything in the Wizarding World. Nicholas' sorting was something of a difficulty for the sorting hat. A couple of people were announced by the hat the moment it had grazed their head and Nicholas, who breezed through things often, assumed he would be the same. When his name was called, however, he was left for ages on that stool, the hat weighing his personality and whispering why, exactly, he wouldn't fit into each house in turn. Nicholas began to feel uncomfortable, wondering if he would simply get chucked out of Hogwarts entirely. Eventually, though, the hat pronounced him a Ravenclaw, and he sauntered over to the table draped in blue. Although at first Nicholas was treated with slight suspicion for the unnerving smoothness in his demeanour, the sparkling manners and the extensive vocabulary, Nicholas was charismatic and a born leader, the sort of person who could convince people of anything. His Professors found him clever, although perhaps sometimes a bit too sure of his own cleverness, and although his essays sometimes strayed off the point they had a certain flair. As the years went on, Nicholas Dominic Eames proved to be something of a womanizer. His first and middle names were dropped, and he was referred to by all as Eames. With those he didn't know particularly well, and to the girls he managed to charm, he was outwardly gentlemanly, utterly composed and smooth, and managed to get quite an alarming number of girls into bed with him from his fifth year to his seventh. With the boys in his dormitory, however, he was far more laid-back and chilled, the sort of guy you could spend hours chatting and playing pool with. He put just enough studying in to get by on mostly E's, although all the way throughout school his main interest was still music. Once he hit third year he began taking his guitar to school and would irritate the boys in his dorm half to death by playing any tune he could think of late in the night (he recieved quite a lot of pillows thrown at him whenever he did this but he remained unruffled). He also, however, recieved a certain amount of admiration due to the fact that he managed to snag so many girls. Other guys would try and steal his tricks, or demand at what, exactly, he said to them, but Eames would just smile and shrug. During the summer, he and his father would visit his grandmother's, as would his Auntie Ronnie - who still adored her handsome nephew - and her young son, Jude. Eames realised, during the summer after his fifth year, that his father was genuinely lonely. He couldn't believe that he'd never truly noticed it before. Now that he was away at Hogwarts, and had been so for years, his father was spending almost everyday more or less on his own - his father never dated or remarried, although his grandmother often encouraged him to. This bothered Eames, the thought of his father slumped on a sofa every night, watching the television and chomping his way through a dinner he'd half-heartedly made. He and his Aunt Ronnie discussed it together over breakfast one morning, coming to the conclusion that the only way to destroy this loneliness was to replace it with all sorts of activities. They, Arthur and Eames' grandmother went on brisk walks every morning, ate at fabulous restaraunts in the evenings and attended plays or art exhibitions whenever anything interesting turned up. One of the days, Ronnie invited Arthur and Eames to come along to her tennis club with her. Arthur refused good-naturedly, opting instead to spend the day with his parents and Ronnie's son, but Eames shrugged, said "why not?" and accompanied his Aunt Ronnie to the tennis club, despite the fact he'd never played before. Ronnie, who had made fast friends with the instructors, managed to get Eames a private lesson with one of the younger ones. Blonde, cheerful, and pretty, Eames had his sights set on her from the very beginning. He was an absolutely dire tennis player, but admitted this good-naturedly, if a tad abashedly, and battled on despite the humiliation of it all. At sixteen, he was only five years younger than the twenty-one year old instructor, and seemed far older, much to her pleasure. Ronnie decided to go home after an hour or so, offering to walk Eames back. Eames, however, refused his Aunt, claiming that he wanted to practice a bit more with his instructor. Ronnie, not at all suspicious of her nephew, shrugged and made her way back to her parents' house, calling over her shoulder to Eames that he had to be home before seven as they were all going out to eat. Eames spent the next couple of hours patiently embarassing himself repeatedly, although he was utterly gracious towards the instructor, apologising cheerfully every time he screwed up. Towards the end of the lesson, he invited her to accompany him to the restaraunt that night. Although she politely refused initially, Eames insisted, and unsurprisingly his family were somewhat caught off-balance by the fact that they had another person coming along to dinner, one they had never clapped eyes on before. This progressed, eventually, onto a summer romance with the tennis instructor, kept very much a secret as a sixteen-year-old and a twenty-one-year-old would probably, they knew, be frowned upon, especially by Eames' family. It was something of a blissful fling, however, and the fact that it was a secret only led to Eames enjoying it all the more. Sneaking in and out of her apartment, carrying croissants in the morning or smuggling wine in in the evening - it added what felt like a dangerous edge to the entire thing, the extra thrill of someone finding out about them. The relationship slowly dwindled out, eventually ebbing away into nothing, however, when Eames, yet again, became preoccupied with his father's loneliness. They returned to their village a couple of weeks before Eames was going back to attend his sixth year, and Eames sat his father down very abruptly one afternoon, offering to leave school. Eames already felt as though school was another part of his life, wanted to treat it as the distant past. Not, of course, that he didn't enjoy it there, but the fact of the matter was he wanted to be a musician and he didn't need NEWTs for that. His father wouldn't hear of it, though. He begged his son to stay in school for the other two years, reminding him of his good grades, the friends he'd made. Attached to this plea was a snippet of advice, however; to hold onto the dream of being a musician, and to not let it go if he still loved it by the end of seventh year. And Eames did hold onto the dream of being a musician; music has always been, and will always be, his true passion, the most important thing in his life other than his father, the thing that trumps all other things. He's constantly preoccupied by it, humming melodies under his breath, writing lyrics of songs on napkins. His love of music has made him somewhat selfish, as it tends to obstruct his relationships and he generally puts it first. While all of the other boys in his year were stressing about NEWTs, Eames floated through life as casually as one could, sleeping with girls right, left and centre and doing only the barest minimum of studying, opting instead for playing guitar all through the night. On one particular night, simply to wind his dorm-mates up, he insisted on playing guitar loudly and obnoxiously whilst they were studying. One of his friends flipped, accusing him of being smug and things being too easy for him and the fact that he was incapable of having any sort of decent relationship with a girl was sort of sad, really. This completely and utterly bewildered Eames, and that night he realised that he hadn't anyone, really, to properly talk to. He had mates, of course, mates and admirers right, left and centre, but he didn't have anyone he could sit up all night talking with, or someone he could just appear to at any given time angsting. And it was true that he couldn't have decent relationships with girls; he liked his relationships fleeting, sudden, inspirational to his music, and his music was always the first thing to come. He may have been a musical genius but with people he realised no matter what it seemed he was utterly clueless. He graduated from school passing everything - an A in each subject - but no flying colours. He celebrated by him and his mates all heading off to Spain for the week, blowing all of their money on drinks. Needless to say, Eames has matured somewhat since he's left school. Music remained his passion until he left school, and he'd managed to scrape enough money together to buy an apartment for himself in Diagon Alley, although it wasn't exactly easy living as a musician. He was a starving artist of sorts, with not much furniture or food and only really a guitar to his name. He hadn't found a band to be in in all his years at Hogwarts - not one worth his time - and the fact that he was a solo artist troubled him even more. He took on a job at a muggle pub in London to pay the rent, every now and then earnestly attempting to get his boss to allow him to play a couple of songs in the evenings. He didn't care whether he was a musician in the Muggle World or the Wizarding World, as long as he was a musician. There was no doubting his talent, either; the mix of natural rhythm, dedication and passion made him one of the finest musicians many people could be lucky enough to come across. He spent a couple of years working at that bar, charming and befriending people from behind the counter and playing pool there on his nights off. He progressed from being a social smoker to a full-time smoker, and lost a certain amount of the polished look he'd always had when he was at Hogwarts or living at his dad's, appearing far scruffier than usual. He managed to hold a girlfriend down for quite a few months, but the fact that he was always far more focused in his music than in the relationship caused them to split, although mostly amiably. But, out of the blue, his music career started to look up. A friend invited him to jam with him and a couple of other friends, and Eames took on the role of being the rhythm guitarist. Most surprisingly, together they were extremely good, and once someone had suggested they become a band, the thought stuck. Needing only a bassist, they stuck an ad in the paper and the only person up to their standard was a somewhat bitchy girl named Charlie (found to be utterly hilarious by Eames, whose feathers are rarely ruffled) who admittedly had terrific ideas about what exactly to do with the band, and even conjured up their name, The Fifth Horseman. Eames was thoroughly impressed by the girl. They began playing gigs at pubs, initially only covers of songs by other bands, and didn't get much notice. However, once they began dabbling in writing their own original music they became talent spotted, as it was clear they were something special. Their popularity hit through the roof, their fame rising. Once they had finished their first album, they were even told that they would be having the privilege of touring with popular wizarding band The Weird Sisters. Eames easily gained the reputation of being the most laid-back, elusive member of the band. He was still as charismatic as ever, but in a slightly understated manner, the most focused member of the band and usually the one sorting out gigs and deciding which interviews to take on or not. More often than not, he doesn't bother with the groupies, although he has slept with his fair share of fans, unable to quite stop himself and unable to find a reason why to stop himself. With the band, he's far less gentlemanly and charming, and very able to simply kick back and have a beer with them. He's taken to writing his own songs as of recent, but can't quite bring himself to finish any, inspiration running dry halfway through every song and then revving up in the direction of a completely different song. Despite his determined and focused nature, he's also extremely untidy, and his room in the band flat has scraps of paper with scribbled lyrics littered all over the floor. He's known to practically the entire Wizarding World as Eames, the rhythm guitarist of The Fifth Horseman, although, as stated earlier, a couple of more passionate fangirls have rechristened him Nicky, which was recieved with mild amusement. cheerio! |
ella. 17. 3 years. timezone. |
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