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MONTGOMERY BORIS LUNDSTROM
Basics;;
FULL NAME: Montgomery Boris Lundstrom
NICKNAME: Monty
AGE/D.O.B.: 34, 07/07/1977
HOUSE: former Ravenclaw.
JOB: Art/Music Professor at Hogwarts (pending)
IDEOLOGY: Dagmar, his sister, is one of the major pushers of creature legislation, which Monty never understood.
WAND: ash, unicorn tail hair, 11”. Whippy.
BROOM: n/a
PLAYBY: Jake Gyllenhaal
Personality;;
LIKES: art and music. Being alone. Tea and coffee. Reading. His cat, Phillip. Taking things apart and putting them back together. Muggle artifacts. Painting. Charms and transfiguration. The frog choir. A good mystery or adventure. Spending time in the creature sanctuary.
DISLIKES: loud and boisterous children. People telling him what to do. His ex, Alice. Wearing robes. Fireplaces. Cheese of any kind. Chess. Swimming. When a moment of peace is disrupted. Running detention.
STRENGTHS: great listener. Doesn’t get too invested. Will always help when asked. Thinks outside the box. Actually a fantastic cook. Great with kids. Skilled artist and musician.
WEAKNESSES: fear of commitment. Sour temper. Impatient. Cunning and manipulative if there’s something he wants. Shaky, or is it nerves? Can be a talker. Tends to get himself into positions he regrets later.
AMORTENTIA: clean, new sheet music. The after smell of a used pipe. Something flowery he can’t recognize.
PATRONUS: little owl. For doing his best work alone and to the beat of his own drum.
He showed Cerridwen how to paint when she was very young. She wasn’t very interested and didn’t do the best job, but he felt pride in showing her.
BOGGART: fireplaces
MIRROR OF ERISED: He sees himself; that’s it. He has yet to figure out what that means.
Personal Life;;
NATIONALITY: Swedish
BIRTH-PLACE: Stockholm
PARENTS:George & Martha
SIBLINGS: Celeste - 36, runs an inn for wayward wizards. Briony - 30, magizoologist. Dagmar - 27, professional quidditch, Bulgaria.
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Cerridwen, niece, daughter of Celeste. 15. Morgan, niece, daughter of Celeste. 14.
HISTORY: Montgomery was a boy of many talents. Skilled at school, making and keeping friends, memorization, and arts and crafts. When he was born, he was second to his sister, Celeste, who was much more boisterous and take-charge than he was, and kept George breathing down his neck for being a ‘sissy’. George thought Monty should be out there playing quiddich or chasing girls, but he just wasn’t interested. There was so much more beauty in other things, and he realized that at a young age. Two more daughters were born after him, and the youngest, Dagmar, was the apple of George’s eye, much more a “boy” than Monty ever would be. He took it with a grain of salt, of course. Monty wasn’t a fan of his father for more than one reason, and most of what the drunk said went in one ear and quickly out the other.
Martha passed away when Dag was about 7, while Celeste and Monty were both at school. They’d started at Hogwarts as a move to get closer to his mom’s family, which was a laugh because George ever let the children see them. But beside the point, Martha was gone, and she was the only one that tended to stay between the wrath of George against Monty, sorted into Ravenclaw and enjoying every minute of being an artistic introvert. Hogwarts was his home, and even more so when he’d received the letter from Bri, saying father was being arrested for murder, and that she and Dag were going to be staying with grandma. Celeste wrote back, Monty didn’t. But the sigh of relief knowing he wouldn’t have to go home during the summer was enough to ease his troubled mind.
Instead of pursuing education like he’d originally planned, Monty took a few years off and traveled, using this time to paint and explore the world of art in a magical sense. He’d sold many paintings and played piano in a few dark bars for chump change, and no one questioned when he turned away the drunken beauties at the bar after his set because he’d be gone the next morning anyway. He’d lost contact with his sisters, and it wasn’t until he was 26 and back in the UK that he’d stumbled upon Celeste’s inn, and the family that’d broken up long ago.
It was Celeste that introduced him to Alice, a waitress in the cafe of her inn. They’d both been lost souls and took refuge in each other, but she wanted so much more than he could give her. He worked on an artist’s life, and she wanted to settle. Monty was much happier seeing his family on his own terms, babysitting his nieces was enough of children he could take. The goading from his sisters was worse… that, and the settling of taking the art professor position at Hogwarts in attempt to settle.
He wasn’t happy, but it was a steady income and it kept Alice happy. But Monty, in all honesty, didn’t like Alice all that much. She was bossy and broody. She wanted a baby. Monty broke up with her about a year into their relationship before engrossing himself in his work, extra thrilled when his nieces started at Hogwarts and spent time with him in the studio.
As time went on, he enjoyed teaching. The students were getting more and more… grown up as the years went on, but he still found a few here and there that enjoyed his classes, and he enjoyed not being a centerpiece professor. He feels settled now, but he doesn’t exactly know what to do with that.
This lovely character is being played by ella! Ella has been roleplaying for 18 or so, and play Abe, Saffron, Annika, Charlie, Felicity, Laney, Roxie, Gus, Freya, Poppy on this site. Ella lives in the central! time zone, and you can reach them by pm
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: There was so much left to say, but Monty couldn’t get the words out; they were lodged in his throat like a dry sock. The lump formed easily, but was not quick to be swallowed. Eyeing Alice sharply, he caught the way her baby blues rolled back into her head, and hearing her scoff absolutely broke his heart in two. She wasn’t taking him seriously, and he wasn’t being paranoid this time.
Alice tapped her watch with her manicured nails, letting Monty know she needed to go back to work. But instead of words, the only thing that felt like it was going to come up was yesterday’s lunch; mince pie, braised beef, and roasted potatoes. So… he kept his mouth shut, and Alice walked away without looking back. Monty sat at the table, twisting a coffee mug between his hands,
the coffee spilling onto his shaking fingers as he watched it in waves tip over the edge of the cup. Finally, he could swallow and the lump was gone. Monty’s eyes drifted to the direction Alice walked, but her figure was just a memory.
Monty stood and adjusted his collar calmly, before taking one large, quick swipe and slamming the glass against the wall, glass and coffee shattering everywhere, including Monty’s pristine white shirt. One Alice had pressed and folded just that weekend. He removed from his pocket a small velvet box, but didn’t open it; inside was his worst nightmare, the promise of an unfulfilled life that he didn’t want. Martha would have been disappointed, of course, but Martha was dead and her opinion didn’t matter.
He set the box on the counter as payment for the gross mess he’d made, hoping all traces of Alice would be removed from his apartment before he got home.
