Gideon Crumb

[Gideon Crumb]

GIDEON ALEXANDER CRUMB.


I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

namegideon alexnder crumb
nicknames Giddy
gender boy
playby Logan Lerman
age 21
wand black walnut, unicorn hair, 10 ¾”

& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description Gideon would never be classified as the tallest boy in school, or even his house. Hell, at 5'9 ½, he's fairly certain that there are those in years younger than him who are taller. He just tells himself that since he's only fifteen...he will grow more, he has to grow more. Men don't stop growing until they are in their twenties after all? Right? He's still got a lot of his baby features really, his rounded face, features that don't really seem like they have quite settled on his face. Giant blue eyes that haven't shifted in hue since the day he was born. His father says that he looks a lot like her, his mother. He wouldn't really know though, never had a chance to get to know her. He's built after his father though, so it's a fitting trade off he thinks. His frame is built to have a little more meat on it, large bones should be able to support a much larger frame. Perhaps it's just because he doesn't much care for working out, or running...or sweating, or perhaps he doesn't eat enough, either way he's still fairly thin. His hair is a dark, chestnut brown and too thick to lay down on it's own. He has to keep a close shave because otherwise, the stubble that covers his face would be like tiny little razorblades, sandpaper. He hit puberty at thirteen...but he just doesn't feel like he's quite done with it yet. Still in that awkward, still attempting to re-learn how his body works phase.

He's not the most creative in terms of clothing, whenever he doesn't sport the house uniform, he still wears a lot of similar things. He dresses older than he should, slacks and sweaters. That's perhaps the most whimsical of all of his belongings, his extensive collection of sweaters, left behind passed down from his mother. Even if they should have been feminine, they are important to him, and he wears them anyway.

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes + sweaters

+ working with his hands

+ music

+ hair gel

+ the smell of leather,

+figs

+christmas, most holidays

+ music     
dislikes – apples

– dishonesty

– peer pressure

– the smell of dirt

– plastic bottles

personality “Go ahead and do this now then?” The boy sitting at the desk speaks softly, a little too softly really. Unimposing, not wanting to bother the setting up of the recording device. His fingers lift the quill from the desk carefully, searching for the ink pot before noticing that it was right in front of him the whole time, followed by a short bout of nervous sounding laughter. “I'll just...start this..then” bright blue eyes still upturned to you as calloused hands dip the quill into the ink, carefully. His tiny, neat scrawl filling the allotted spaces, he's hardly made it to the second question before he starts talking about his answers as he's giving them, as if he just can't help but to fill the silence his chatter. Though, he stops every few sentences to add in a helpful “you know?” seemingly attempting to draw you into the conversation, despite the pointed silence or the expression of pure business that greets him. His friendly smile never fades, nor does he stop attempting to draw you into a conversation, like the two of you have been friends for years. Almost as if there wasn't a single conversation, or situation that he wouldn't be comfortable in. He doesn’t sit starchy upright but he didn’t slouch either, just, approachable.
As he finishes, he sets the quill down carefully so that ink doesn't get on the desk, asking if he gets to read your answers now, and that it was so nice to spend time together. Pushing the chair back a little too quickly as he rises to leave, spinning quickly to apologize for the scraping noise that echoed in the small room, and leaving the room quickly with a hand wave more awkward than the rest of the interview, as if he wasn't sure it was actually alright to leave, or if he was actually uncomfortable the whole time.
How would you describe yourself? “Eloquently, with words and lots of adjectives...no? Not funny? Alright.” His head dips back to the paper in front of him, clearly laughing at his own joke for a moment longer than one really should have. His pen moving across the paper I suppose I'm a pretty good guy. I wouldn't ever intentionally hurt somebody. I don't pick on those who are younger than me, and there aren't too many people all that much smaller than me. I couldn't stand it if I knew that somebody was being bullied. I don't think that I'm a defender of the weak or anything, but I just don't think it's right. If I can help somebody, then I will. I like to think that I can leave a situation better than I've found it. I might not be the biggest, or strongest, or brightest or anything 'est' but I do think I'm a pretty stand up bloke. Good in a pinch. I take my word very seriously, and the rest of it. I'm sort of just figuring out, which is alright I think, I'm still young. I've got my whole life ahead of me to figure things out. I think however I turn out will be just fine, so long as it's me. Right? Judge not.
How about your time here at Hogwarts? “I'm still in the middle of it, aren't I?” Again, eyes lift from the paper to your face, attempting to see if you've found him amusing yet, and the business facade has yet to crack. “I'll get you yet, I can't leave until you smile.” You note that he sounds genuinely interested in how you feel, not so much how you think about him. So far, my time at Hogwarts has been more than pleasant. Can't complain, I found love at a really young age, Kristen and I have been together for two years now. Which, is a fairly long time for somebody my age I think. I can't help it, whenever I find something that I love, I cannot let it go. Even if we don't have any classes together, we manage to make it work. She's a fourth year too, Ravenclaw. The most beautiful woman that I've ever seen in my entire life... “Pardon?” His eyes lift again, obviously he was getting a little too distracted by his writing, his shoulders hunching over the paper and focusing a little more intently on his words. “School?” his eyes obviously drift back to the Question. “Right. Hogwarts. My mistake,” he moves to scratch out the bits that didn't pertain to the question, but is stopped by the clearing of your throat. “Good. I really didn't want to start from scratch.” I make alright grades, I would have to say that my best subjects would be D.A.D.A and transfiguration, since they go a little hand in hand. Neither would be my favorite, I think Care of Magical Creatures would be my favorite subject, since I get to go outside and I get to work with my hands. Which, is my favorite. I think I'm meant to be outside.
What about Hobbies? Everybody has a few? “Oh!” he leans over the paper excitedly and his quill moves a little too quickly for his handwriting quality to keep up. Hobbies, I play four instruments, the Bodhran, which is an Irish drum most commonly used in folk music, the harp, the bagpipes, and of course the percussive drums. Oh, and the harmonica. If you really want to count that one. I'm learning how to play the piano a little at a time. I self teach so it takes a little longer than it might have otherwise. I could have taken lessons, but there isn't much money for that, or free time. I tend to take on a little too much,but I really like to stay busy. I read a lot, I think I read three books last week for pleasure...which might not sound like a lot to some people, but more than others. I enjoy reading, but I'm not a huge fan of quiet. I like to stay active, I'm not really all that athletic, but I do like some things that about half of the population will consider a sport, curling, table tennis, frisbee. I dabble in quite a lot of things. Jenga...I really like Jenga, I also tend to turn things into intruments, I like the unconventional ones. The sort that not many other people play. Perhaps that's why I like them. Guess that reason fits for everything but Piano...but that, it's just too beautiful not to play. “I should stop...I'm running out of space, unless you would like me to write on the back? No? Okay, well...I'll leave the rest to your imagination then I think. Is that okay?” Whenever he doesn't get an answer, he starts to whistle, a familiar tune but you can't quite place it because he's lacing it with another song, blending the two together.
And friends? Do you have many of those? This is the only question that he doesn't comment on verbally, sitting a little straighter in his chair, he wears his emotions so externally they might as well have been a flashing sign over his head. My activities take up a lot of my time, and I don't think that that anybody isn't my friend. I tend to move from stranger to friend fairly quick, but I don't have a lot of spare time...and well, I can only promise to do better. I'm working on it.

history

“I think I come from a pretty normal family...I mean, I don't have a mother...but a lot of people don't have mothers so I don't think that's too much of an issue? I mean, I guess...if I had been given a choice I would have liked to keep her around. I mean, I just....would have liked to have a mother.” He shifts uncomfortably in the chair he's seated in, obviously uncomfortable with the subject of his parents. Like the wound it still just a little bit too raw for him to be alright with. “How long ago? Well, she left whenever I was six, so there's that. I think it's because of her that I'm really magical. I mean – I don't really know because she hadn't even been around all that much since I was...three...or so. I think. But the times that she was around, were wonderful. Just, wonderful.” he pauses, staring at the ground and he's started to fidget with himself, picking at his fingers absently until the subject passes, like there's a lot more to the story that he just doesn't want to talk about. That he wouldn't be capable of bringing up if he was asked. After a few long moments, he starts to perk himself back up again. “Sorry – sappy and Nonsense.” but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “My father though! He really stepped up to the plate. I know that a lot of fathers wouldn't have done that, raising a child all by himself and I think he does a pretty good Job. He's a little strict sometimes, but that's okay. I mean, he's the dad and I'm the kid. It's how it's supposed to be. He doesn't date anymore, but he's been raising me by himself since she left us. He works as a Obliviator for the ministry of Magic, I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you that or not, but I've just done it anyway. He works a lot of hours but we just moved into a new place last year so he really doesn't have a choice. Just something bigger. It takes longer for the house to get all that mucked up with a bigger place you see. Neither of us is very good at the whole...cleaning...thing. Even with just the two of us it's not to bad. He has lots of friends so we've never been lonely or anything like that. We don't sit at home pining away for her or anything. We totally don't do that.”

“My years at Hogwarts have been pretty alright I like to think. I got my letter out of the blue, of course I had always had a feeling that I was just a little bit different than a lot of people. Things just tended to happen that I couldn't explain whenever my emotions got out of hand. Which, wasn't often...but I am only human. Boarding school wouldn't have been an option for me otherwise so I think that getting my letter really was just a blessing. I'm getting a wonderful education even if I'm not all that awesome at all of my subjects. I try really hard. Most of the time. Ahah, some of the time. It's just hard for me to focus on linear things sometimes. I met Kristen second year, You remember her, I was talking about her earlier whenever I got a little distracted. I think that she might just be the best thing to have happened to be thus far at school. She's just so, beyond wonderful and we spend almost all of our time together. No, no it's not silly. I can see that look on your face. Age doesn't matter. Love is love. Regardless, it means that I don't have much time to go about making more contacts. I mean, yes, Kristen and I have been going through our share of things lately, but two years is a long time at my age. Will be three soon enough. A lot of the other boys in my dorm come back with all of these stories of parties and drinking, and getting a little crazy and I just don't think that's going to be the life for me. I like how I spend my time. I would really like to master all of the instruments. I would love to be able to just, pick up any ol' thing and jam on it. That's so much more appealing to me than any party or black out drinking session could be. I don't think that's bad for me either. And No, I don't think that makes me boring. You're welcome to though, if you feel like you need to.”
“The future? As far as the future I think that things will continue down the road that they are on. I think I would like to follow in my fathers footsteps whenever I graduate. Something with the ministry. Of course, if I could do something that I loved and get paid to do it, I think I would do something with music, but that's so hard to break into, and really, who needs a single guy who plays bagpipes? I just live in the wrong time for that. It is my passion, maybe I can find something to do with it. Maybe, someday. I'm only fifteen, I mean, anything could happen. I still have the best years of my life ahead of me and something is bound to happen.

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents Dustin - Obliviator for the ministry, mother left whenever Giddy was a child.
siblings No siblings, but one daughter, Kristen almost 6 years old.
birthplace Here
hometown Here
ethnicity German
blood halfblood    

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

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