Micajah Fawley
Jul 23, 2014 18:15:41 GMT -5
Post by Micajah Fawley on Jul 23, 2014 18:15:41 GMT -5
☯Micajah Alemdar Fawley☯
STRENGTHS: He is considerate and always takes time to give careful thought to a matter before making a decision or judgement. Willing to take risks when it comes to political discourse, some might think him daring, though he prefers to see this as dauntlessness. He possesses the ability to remove his emotions from a situation, when the need arises. Learned and scholarly, even in his advanced age he continues to learn more and seek out the opinions of others, something he has hopefully passed on to his children. He is able to focus solely on one matter at a time, giving it his full attention and energy, and also use foresight to predict what may happen should he, say, suddenly raise taxes on only the middle-class. Micajah is generous with his money, because he does not believe in inheritance, and already plans to leave behind only enough to send his youngest to school and get by on for a few years, while leaving the rest in a fund for lower-class education when he dies.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Is extremely passionate about the education of lower-class children; holds certain superstitions; believes magical creatures are not so harmful as is believed; always wears a jacket, even in summer; never leaves home without his pocket watch; counts the money in his pocket at least once a day; collects books; refuses to drink anything with ice cubes in it; never eats all the food on his plate; wears reading glasses (spectacles); avoids eye contact when he feels uncomfortable; is extremely ticklish; taps his quill against parchment when impatient or in deep thought; deplores the quiet pauses in conversations.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Micajah is first and foremost the type of man willing to selflessly sacrifice his personal dreams for family. He cares little for womanly gossip or the class standing of England, choosing to judge the character of a person based on what he's seen of them rather than what he's heard. He is intelligent and politically astute, always aware of which direction opinions are swaying. His eyes, according to his reputation, are cold, reflecting his inner cold heart. This is untrue, however, because beneath his cold eyes and solemn expression is a warm, beating heart. He is not an open book; his emotions cannot be read from his face and when he is in agony, one would not think so. Micajah is fiercely protective of his children, all of whom he loves dearly, though he may not have loved their mothers so very much.
British wizarding society has dispelled him of the teachings of his ancestors, that it was not wrong to wed and marry muggleborns, halfbloods, or even muggles. He now holds the belief that mixing pureblood with that of muggleborns or muggles is an unforgivable betrayal, one which his own daughter committed. It was not with ease that he coldly told her to never again show her face to the family; he still often thinks of her, but as the young girl she was before she married a muggleborn. He firmly believes in honor and justice, and living up to the family name - or rather the reputation it holds - that has been passed down through the generations. When it comes to these two things, he can be inflexible, unwilling to bend what he believes is right or to smudge his personal honor to help another save face, so to speak.
He does not offer compliments nor does he flatter anyone with false praising. A man, or woman, should know his or her worth without needing to be reassured by another that they are "strong" or "beautiful". What he considers to be characteristic of a "strong" person and what he deems "beautiful" about a woman are not of the norm, which is also another reason who chooses to hold his tongue rather than throw out meaningless words. While he is sure that he is either respected or feared (or perhaps a combination of both), he is not bothered by this. The musings of the people concerning his character are unimportant. Though if he ever suspected a person of making a slight against him or a family member, he can and will be cruel and unforgiving to that person.
BIRTH PLACE: St. Mungos, England
PARENTS: Selim Fawley and Cecilia Venier-Baffo
SIBLINGS: Abijah (Deceased), Mihrimah (Deceased), Eleazar (95), Imperia (81), Abán (72)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Luana Lovegood (31)
CHILDREN: With Tanith Black: Aries (50), Cygnus (48), Araminta (46), Cepheus (44), and Constantine (42)
With Elenore Malfoy: Edmund (Deceased), Margery (39), Polaris (38), Lenore (36), Carina (Deceased), Adolphus (26), Lavinia (24), Petronella (Deceased)
With Elizabeth Bulstrode: Augustus (20), Eugenie (19), Rupert (16)
With Luana Lovegood: Beatrice (13), Bartram (Deceased), Malcolm (8), Murdoch (6), Ariane (Deceased), Esme (2)
OTHERS: Several aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Micajah Fawley was the second child borne of Selim Fawley and Cecilia Venier-Baffo to be born in the British Isles. Unlike their son, Selim and Cecilia called different nations home - the Ottoman Empire and Sicily, Italy respectively. Pink and wailing, Micajah entered the world on the 15th of October in the year 1808, twenty-seven years younger than his eldest sibling. His eldest brother and sister had both already left home and started families of their own. There was only a twenty-year old brother and six-year old elder sister at home to great the babe when Selim and Cecilia returned from St. Mungos to the small home they'd been renting for the six years they had been in England. It was a trial home, Selim had assured his wife, to test and see if they would stay or head back home to the Ottoman Empire. In the first few years, both had very much wished to return to the comfort of their old country, but after the birth of their second child, they decided it was time to make the next step and build their own home, setting down roots in the Island nation.
When he was three, Micajah stood by his mother's bedside with his elder sister and stared with wide eyes at his small baby brother. Finally, he had a brother near his age to play with, instead of being stuck following his father around the home, bugging the man "Please let's do something fun, Father". He had to wait a few years though, for his brother to grow old enough to be played with, his mother reminded him when he'd told her all his plans for the two of them. That had dampened his spirits, but he resigned to waiting until his baby brother was of an age to be played with. In the meantime, while he was waiting patiently, he found friends to play with that lived in nearby households.
By the time his brother was able to play with him, he almost did not want to take him along, seeing it as being forced to drag along the younger boy with him. Yet he did, because he remembered quite well how it was not to have anyone to play with and didn't want his little brother to feel the same way. It was only a few years later that his Hogwarts letter arrived - Imperia had already started Hogwarts - and he delightfully paraded around the house with the envelope, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I'm going to Hogwarts!" His younger brother had cried profusely before he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and though he was embarrassed of him for doing so, he did hug him tightly and told him that he would be home soon enough.
He was sorted into Slytherin, though this resulted in neither praise nor criticism. The Fawley family, having been so long since one of them attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, were unfamiliar with the houses and which one was the purported "best" to be placed in. It didn't matter to Selim and Cecilia which houses their children ended up. Imperia had been sorted in Ravenclaw, and then little Abán three years after Micajah was sorted into Gryffindor; the two joked that they should have another child and see if that one would end up in the fourth house. Micajah quickly learned for himself, however, what it meant to be in Slytherin. Students in his house regarded themselves as the best of wizarding society and proclaimed that purebloods were the only true Slytherin students; those of lesser blood status had been placed in the house by mistake. He did not argue with these students, not wanting to incite an argument, and he also did not inform his parents of what he had learned.
In his third year of school, he joined the Slytherin quidditch team as a chaser. Quidditch had been an unfamiliar sport to him up until his first year. One of the older members of his house had helped him practice in his second year so that he could try out for the team in his third year. He found Quidditch such an enjoyable sport and was a "fantastic chaser", his teammates and mates would say. The dream of becoming a Professional Quidditch player formed at this time for the young teenager. This dream was stuffed away inside his memories upon graduation when his father informed him that his older brother had secured a position for him at the Minister in the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Rather than follow his dream, he chose to take on the job his brother had secured for him, which was also going to help Abijah in his career at the Ministry.
Three years into his career at the Ministry, he was informed of his impending engagement to the young Tanith Black, a girl from a respectable British wizarding family. His father told him that Tanith's father had been the one to offer his daughter's hand in marriage, seemingly pleased with Micajah's ethic at the Ministry. On the 12th of February, 1832, Micajah learned the true reason that Mr. Black had made the marriage request; Tanith Black, a 17 year old black-haired beauty, held a schoolgirl infatuation for him. The girl, as he called her in his mind even after they were married, constantly commented on how handsome she found him and proclaimed every little thing he did for her (pulling out a chair, holding open a door, etc.) "absolutely romantic". He was not fond of her in the way that one was of a wife, but rather a younger sister.
Still, the two had five children together, their first child, Aries, having been born a year into their marriage. Cygnus followed two years later; Tanith was ecstatic to have given birth to two sons. The year after Cygnus' birth, Micajah was transferred from his position in the Beast Division to Head of the International Magical Cooperation, again due to his elder brother, Abijah. By now, Micajah had realized that his brother's aim was for the Minister's seat, though there were surely many who would oppose simply because Abijah had not been born in the British Isles, nor attended school at a British Institute. He had grown attached to his job at the Beast Division, but moved positions as his brother wished to support him.
Work at the Head of International Magical Cooperation was at first boring work compared to what he had come from, but he used the position to open himself to the use of more languages than those he already knew. Three more children, Araminta, Cepheus, and Constantine, were born before Tanith died an untimely death on the 29th of May in the year 1841, aged 26. She had insisted on going out to several activities, though Micajah warned her not to, considering she had not long delivered their daughter, Constantine. But there was no controlling her - and he wasn't inclined to argue with her when she obviously thought she knew what was better for her health than he did. She contracted pneumonia, which would have been easily curable had her immune system not been so weakened at the time. Within two weeks of becoming ill, the black-haired beauty that had been so overly eager to marry Micajah Fawley died in the bed she shared with her husband.
Left widowed, Micajah thought that would be the end of it, that he would remain as such for the rest of his days, or at least marry a woman past the acceptable age to be married who would look after his children. But another match was arranged for him. He was to marry Elenore Malfoy, daughter of Septimus Malfoy, a man known to have many daughters he needed to marry off. But Elenore was only fifteen. She was but a babe and he was a grown man, he had protested as such to both Septimus Malfoy and his father. The two dismissed his words, Septimus assuring him that Elenore was the most mature of his daughters, though young in age.
The 15th of January in the year 1842, Micajah Fawley, aged 33, was married to the 15 year old Elenore Malfoy. He avoided the young girl for as long as possible until she entered his room, the room they were meant to share, one night and proceeded to seduce him. A month later it was discovered she was with child and Micajah no longer saw Elenore as a young, innocent girl. She was certainly young, but as her father had said, quite mature for her age. The more time he spent with her, the more fascinated he became. She could converse with him on a variety of subjects, including politics, forcing him to see different opinions that he may never have known of before. Their first child together, was born at only five months old and lived only a few hours, dying the day after he was born.
The two consoled one another, Elenore being the one to assure Micajah that their grief would not last forever and that they would be parents again. True to what she had said, two years later, Elenore gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Margery. And the year after that, their first son, Polaris. With two new babies in the household, Micajah hired a Governess to help care for the children, so that his young wife's time would not be monopolized by the babies. Their conversations shifted to topics relating to magical creatures and the lower-class of wizarding society. Elenore often expressed her sympathy for the children born of the lower-class, because they could not help what class they were born into, she said. She disagreed with Micajah when he spoke of his belief that Magical Creatures were not so dangerous as they were made out to be, and made him promise - he thought she was joking, but she was not - that he would not go out and try to befriend werewolves, vampires, or anything of the sort. He promised her, of course, sealing said promise with a kiss.
In late 1846, he transferred back to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but this time as Head of that department. It had nothing to do with Abijah's plans, but only to do with what he wanted. The old Head had retired, the position was open, and so he applied. For the first time in several years, he had done something for himself solely. Elenore supported him fully, which was all the support he needed, because his eldest brother expressed his disapproval in an angry letter and then by not attending a birthday celebration for Aries when he turned fifteen. Lenore was born the next year, another daughter to be cherished by her parents and surrounded by love from her older siblings.
The year 1850 saw Micajah returned to the hospital he was born in, this time for a wound received when out on a case with some workers from the Centaur division. Their had been a stir among the centaurs over the boundary separating their forest from Hogwarts; they believed it should have gone further, allowing them even more space. As he was discussing the matter with the leader of the pack, one of the younger members was unable to control his anger and attacked the group of wizards. Fortunately, Micajah only ended up with a broken elbow and a few bruises on his chest. Much worse could have happened, to both the wizards and the centaurs, had the leader of the pack not ordered the young one away. Needless to say, the centaurs gave up their claim for more space after that.
Elenore chastised him as he lay in his hospital bed, the redness of her eyelids alerting him to the fact that she had been crying. "What if I'd lost you," she'd cried. "But you didn't," he'd replied." She had poked his chest with her index finger hard. "But I could have. And you promised me not to let something like this happen. I intend to be by your side, as your wife, as long as you need me," she had told him. "Then you must always stay by my side, because I will want you forever," he said. A tear fell from Elenore's eye then as she bent over and wrapped her arms around her husband, holding tightly to him, shocked enough from the day's events to be fearful that he would be taken from her.
Though he did get into a few scraps in the years that followed that one day, none resulted in him making a return trip to St. Mungos, and that pleased Elenore greatly. In the year of 1852, the couple welcomed another daughter, Carina. She was a tiny, fragile infant, and both feared she would pass soon just as their firstborn had. Yet it seemed fate had a different plan, one that allowed the infant to live. Not very long, however. Micajah returned home from work one evening to find the house dim and unlit, and eerily quiet. Rather than call out to see who was about the house, he walked up the stairs, passed a weeping governess, and entered the room his three youngest daughters shared. Elenore sat upon Carina's bed, holding the child's motionless body protectively as she rocked back and forth the way a mother did when rocking her child to sleep. No words needed to be said. The scene told him enough.
He retreated into his bedroom, lips tightly shut, one hand curling into a fist after he shut the door. The urge to shout, to break something, to do anything but just stand there filled his entire being. But he continued to simply stand in the middle of the room, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh and accepted that his daughter was dead. The next day, after Carina's body had been taken from the home to St. Mungos, Elenore came and sat beside him on their bed. Silence passed between them for an hour before she placed her hand atop his and whispered the words, "This pain will pass." They were the same words she had muttered several times to herself after the death of their firstborn. He believed them more now, because he had already been through such pain before. This pain would take longer to pass though; it was deeper, for the love he held for a child he had carried around and that had called his 'daddy' was greater than for one that had only lived for a few brief hours.
Three years later, the couple had a new son, Adolphus. He brought back the light in Elenore that had disappeared with the death of Carina. Two years after him, twin daughters, Lavinia and Petronella, were born. Life could not have been happier for the husband and wife. The loss of one child had been replaced with three healthy, wonderful children. But life was not as happy as it seemed. Soon after the birth of the twins, Elenore was discovered to be ill with a terminal disease. Micajah refused to believe that a disease was going to kill his wife and suggested they go to anther country, to find a Healer who would treat her. Yet his wife refused, resigned to the diagnoses she had received and wanting only to spend the rest of the time she had left in happiness with her children and husband.
He tried to plead with her, throwing her own words from years before back at her, "You are to stay by my side until I no longer need you. That time has not come yet. I need you still." Elenore shook her head, kissed his knuckles, and then went to see about a crying baby, who was sure to wake the other one. In December of 1859, the night before Christmas, Elenore Fawley passed in her husband's arms. The two had spent hours together that evening, conversing of memories they'd spent together, of their wedding day, how much they loved one another, and when her breathing became unsteady, Elenore's head fell into her husband's palm before she took her last breath. Micajah sat for a very long while with her lifeless body in his arms, weeping until his tears dried up and all that was left for him to do was stare at the wall across the room from him.
Stuck in his grief, Micajah became inattentive to his children, allowing the governess he employed to look after them and all their needs. The ones that were already grown and with families of their own stopped by often to make sure he was still eating properly, that he was still living though Elenore was not. His own parents, old in age, moved in with him for a few months to see that he didn't let himself go to waste and that the children were properly looked after. Micajah almost found it funny how everyone around him thought that he was just going to crumble into nothingness. He was going to work everyday, as normal, eating, as normal, and life was moving on, as normal. During this time, he did disown his daughter, Constantine, for marrying a muggleborn man. He told her never to show her face to him again, though with a heavy-heart. This was not the first time he had lost a wife. It was, however, the first time he had lost someone who had etched herself into his heart forever.
He did not object when his father announced that he had arranged a new betrothal for him, this time with a girl aged 19, named Elizabeth Bulstrode. They married on the 5th of July in the year 1862. He pitied the young girl for being forced into a marriage with a much older man when there were surely better prospects for her. His own children were now older than their stepmother. He watched the young girl attempt to mother his children who had been left motherless. Though she tried, and he could tell she earnestly wanted to be a good wife and mother to children that were not her own, she was ill-equipped to deal with children and he often found her later on in tears. It was all far too overwhelming for her. He spoke to her twice on the matter, reassuring her that she did not have to mother his children, that she did not have to love an old man like him. And that he was sorry she'd been married to him.
It came as a surprise to him when she responded that she was not sorry to have been married to him and that she did love him and asked if he did not love her. He did not answer, instead removing himself from the conversation with the excuse of paperwork that needed to be done. A month later, he came across her crying again, only this time it was not because of a failed attempt at mothering. She asked him all kinds of questions; whether she was an awful wife, if he did not find her beautiful, if her figure was not appealing to him, what she should do to please him. Rather than tell her the painful truth that he did not love her and was afraid he would not be able to love another after Elenore, he wrapped his arms around the young girl's body, gently caressing her back.
The next year, Elizabeth gave birth to a son, Augustus. While she had failed as a mother to his other children, she excelled as a mother to the infant Augustus, showering him with attention, and insisting on breastfeeding him rather than having a nursemaid do it. In the following year, she gave birth to a daughter, Eugenie. Micajah found that having children of her own pleased Elizabeth and made her feel as if she were living up to her duty as a wife. He felt it a responsibility of his to help uphold the fantasy she held that they had a happy marriage, to make up for the better life she could have lived with a younger man.
Early in the year of 1865, Micajah's father passed away. The loss was one he felt deeply, though it did not cause him as much grief and agony as had Elenore's death. He, along with the rest of his siblings, took to consoling their mother, who moved in with Mihrimah. Elizabeth gave birth to another son in the following year, proclaiming that it was a blessing, because Rupert, the baby, was a replacement for the life they had lost in the previous year. Though he did not agree with this sentiment, he simply nodded his head in agreement when Elizabeth said so. She was so very happy, and he never wanted to deny her any small happiness.
Finally awakening from his grief over Elenore's death, Micajah became more involved at work, reconnecting with colleagues he had not spoken to in years. They had like-minded ideals for the future of the wizarding world as he, and all joked about one of them becoming Minister of Magic one day. But it was not a joke to Micajah. It became a desire, to succeed where his older brother had failed. And so he pushed himself further into work, allowing himself to be seen and heard, rather than just a man in a position as he had been. He was so busy promoting himself that he did not notice the deteriorating health of this third wife. In fact, he was not even at home when Elizabeth passed away after falling down two flights of stairs. The Healers blamed her fall on fatigue and her death on blood loss and head trauma. Again, he was left widowed and with motherless children.
Without his father around to arrange marriages for him anymore, he was sure that Elizabeth would be his final wife. The last woman attached to him through the bonds of marriage that he would have to bury in the cold earth. He did grieve for her, though not in the way that he did for Elenore, or for Tanith. Elizabeth was different from the two. She cared for him, loved him even, she said, yet he was never sure if he loved her in return. But she had a kind heart and he cared for her.
Shortly after Elizabeth's death, his mother introduced him to his sister's granddaughter, Luana Lovegood. The girl was unmarried, but had taken pity on him and wondered if he might like for her to help watch after his young children. He did not reject her offer of help, though he suspected his mother had ulterior motives by sending her to his home each day, placing the young girl in front of his eyes to see. The old woman pretended to be unaware of what he was speaking of when he told her that he was not going to remarry again, ever, especially not to a young girl again. Elizabeth's children, young as they were, took quite well to Luana; little Rupert began to refer to her as 'mummy' and Micajah noticed that the young Lovegood did not correct the boy.
Contrary to what he had said, he did remarry once again, on the 11th of March in the year 1870, to Luana Lovegood. He was sure his mother had planned for it to happen and by the way Luana had behaved around his children, that the girl had also wished for it as well. Why, he did not know, but rather than marrying her because he wanted to or someone told him to, he married her to be spiteful. If she wanted to marry an old man and live with him, then he would let her, rather than just have her hanging around his home, waiting to have him propose to her while rumors flurried among the gossip circles. Rather than wait as he did with both Elenore and Elizabeth, he quickly bedded Luana and in the last month of the year they had been married in, she delivered a daughter, Beatrice.
He avoided her as best he could after that first night they shared together, that resulted in a child. Something in her eyes that night after, the way she'd stared at him with a mixture of pity and fear, had caused him to second guess his first assumption about her. He did not have much time to worry over what her true intentions were by marrying him though, with his rise in the Ministry, and the impending retirement of the Minister at the time. His eldest sister, Mihrimah, lived long enough to see him elected at the next Minister of Magic in late 1871, though he did not officially take office until January of 1872. On May 16th of the same year, he implemented the 'Minister Sponsorship' in honor of his late wife Elenore. The Sponsorship would allow for the Minister of Magic to sponsor one child of lower-class each year. His first sponsored child turned out to be the daughter of a prostitute. He chose the young girl after speaking with her for a short while. Of all the children, she had been the most honest with him, with the strongest character.
In the following year, his mother passed away, late in January. A few days after her death, he received a letter by owl post, addressed to him, from her. The inside contents revealed that she had indeed meant for him to marry Luana and that was why she'd sent the girl to his house. She also apologized for all the pain he had been through in his life, though he found that apology unnecessary because his pain was not her fault. At the end, she asked him to love Luana, or at least try, because it had been the girl to come to her and ask if she could accept her as a daughter-in-law. His mother seemed to believe, from what her letter said, that Luana had either feelings of sympathy or love for him and wanted to be the person that "healed his wounds".
Taking his mother's advice, he began to treat Luana more kindly. The woman, his wife, eventually revealed to him that she had purposely come into his home. When he told her that he knew, she was not surprised, but merely smiled. "Then you must also know my reason. To heal a wounded soul," she said, then laughed airily. Micajah had raised a confused eyebrow at her before joining in with her laughter. He later wondered how long it had been since he had laughed and for so long. Early the next year, the two had a son, Bartram, and the year after him another son, Malcolm. Two years after that, Murdoch was born, and then Ariane the year after him. Suddenly, the home that had very few children due to them all being grown and married off was once again filled with young, playful children. Luana Lovegood and her children had brought light and laughter back into Micajah's life.
He grieved shortly for the death of his brother in 1879, and then more so for the passing of his daughter Ariane in October of the same year. The laughter in the household dimmed at the passing of little Ariane, and then even more so in the next year when Bartram drowned in a lake while at a friend's house. Luana refused to forgive herself for having not been there, for having allowed him to go to someone else's house in the first place. She was sure that if she had been watching him, if she had never allowed him to go, he would still be living. Micajah silently agreed, but told her over and over that they could not change the past. What had happened was done. They had to move on and, he told her, "This pain will pass". The words his second wife had used to comfort him were now also words he used to comfort his young, carefree wife.
In the following year, the couple welcome another daughter, Esme. But in October of that year, Micajah lost another child, one of his twin daughters. Young, sweet Petronella had died of disease, just as her mother had, only she was younger and should never have died. Luana was by Micajah's side throughout his grief over Petronella's death; she became the first person he ever openly wept in front of. The relationship between the two grew, with Micajah revealing more of his past and how greatly he had loved Elenore, how he had pitied Elizabeth, and what a young girl his first wife had been. She became a confident, and in turn he listened to all her worries, her concerns for the future, anything she wished to talk about.
Eleven years he has served as Minister of Magic. Micajah feels he is at a point in his life where he can retired from politics and spend his time doing something else. Recently, early in the year of 1883, he was elected as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation for Wizards.
NAME: Paige
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DATE: 07/23/14
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NAME: Micajah Alemdar Fawley
AGE: 75
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Luana Lovegood
OCCUPATION: Minister of Magic (retiring from position) and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation for Wizards
AGE: 75
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-class
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Luana Lovegood
OCCUPATION: Minister of Magic (retiring from position) and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation for Wizards
PLAY-BY: Charles Dance
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
EYES: Blue
HAIR: In his youth, his hair was blonde, like his mother's, but with his age it has begun to turn white. Blonde strands can still be seen if one looks closely, though from a distance his hair is most definitely white.
SKINTONE: Neutral tone, light in coloring, and not easily burned.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'3 & 180
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His beard
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Micajah's skin has always been a neutral tone, though it never did burn easily. Due to age, he has gained several wrinkles, most especially underneath and around his light blue eyes. His hair, once platinum blonde in his youth, then more like wheat as an adult, is now mostly white. He wears a beard, a short one that is neither scraggly or scruffy, but soft and clean-cut. A thin, wide mouth sits below a large, straight nose.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Speaks Turkish, Bulgarian and Italian fluently, as well as French, German, Russian, Troll, and Mermish all conversationally. In his youth, he practiced sword art, and is no doubt still able to use a sword, just without the finesse from his younger years.
MAGICAL SKILLS: Micajah has had several years to practice magic, learning and relearning constantly. He first produced a corporeal Patronus at the age of nineteen, and later learned Occulumency after several years of practice when he was 35 years of age. He is best with Defense spells and potion-mixing.
WEAKNESSES: Bias, he holds a bias against those that hold magic but were born of muggles. Extremely ruthless and cruel, but only when he believes someone has slighted him or a family member. When in the presence of those of lower-standing (non-educated), he lowers his speech so as to match theirs, which is condescending, though he believes it is an act of kindness. He is an extremist in his view regarding muggleborns and blood purity, though it is not what he was taught from his parents. A certain glumness seems to follow his person. He is possessive of that which is his - 'that' referring to his children. If/when he loses one, he becomes a rage-filled man that one fears to approach. He is prideful of his family and himself for his accomplishments. He has a "wildness" - overwhelmed by a strong emotion such as anger, grief, or desire - in him.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
EYES: Blue
HAIR: In his youth, his hair was blonde, like his mother's, but with his age it has begun to turn white. Blonde strands can still be seen if one looks closely, though from a distance his hair is most definitely white.
SKINTONE: Neutral tone, light in coloring, and not easily burned.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 6'3 & 180
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: His beard
OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Micajah's skin has always been a neutral tone, though it never did burn easily. Due to age, he has gained several wrinkles, most especially underneath and around his light blue eyes. His hair, once platinum blonde in his youth, then more like wheat as an adult, is now mostly white. He wears a beard, a short one that is neither scraggly or scruffy, but soft and clean-cut. A thin, wide mouth sits below a large, straight nose.
NON-MAGICAL SKILLS: Speaks Turkish, Bulgarian and Italian fluently, as well as French, German, Russian, Troll, and Mermish all conversationally. In his youth, he practiced sword art, and is no doubt still able to use a sword, just without the finesse from his younger years.
MAGICAL SKILLS: Micajah has had several years to practice magic, learning and relearning constantly. He first produced a corporeal Patronus at the age of nineteen, and later learned Occulumency after several years of practice when he was 35 years of age. He is best with Defense spells and potion-mixing.
WEAKNESSES: Bias, he holds a bias against those that hold magic but were born of muggles. Extremely ruthless and cruel, but only when he believes someone has slighted him or a family member. When in the presence of those of lower-standing (non-educated), he lowers his speech so as to match theirs, which is condescending, though he believes it is an act of kindness. He is an extremist in his view regarding muggleborns and blood purity, though it is not what he was taught from his parents. A certain glumness seems to follow his person. He is possessive of that which is his - 'that' referring to his children. If/when he loses one, he becomes a rage-filled man that one fears to approach. He is prideful of his family and himself for his accomplishments. He has a "wildness" - overwhelmed by a strong emotion such as anger, grief, or desire - in him.
STRENGTHS: He is considerate and always takes time to give careful thought to a matter before making a decision or judgement. Willing to take risks when it comes to political discourse, some might think him daring, though he prefers to see this as dauntlessness. He possesses the ability to remove his emotions from a situation, when the need arises. Learned and scholarly, even in his advanced age he continues to learn more and seek out the opinions of others, something he has hopefully passed on to his children. He is able to focus solely on one matter at a time, giving it his full attention and energy, and also use foresight to predict what may happen should he, say, suddenly raise taxes on only the middle-class. Micajah is generous with his money, because he does not believe in inheritance, and already plans to leave behind only enough to send his youngest to school and get by on for a few years, while leaving the rest in a fund for lower-class education when he dies.
QUIRKS & HABITS: Is extremely passionate about the education of lower-class children; holds certain superstitions; believes magical creatures are not so harmful as is believed; always wears a jacket, even in summer; never leaves home without his pocket watch; counts the money in his pocket at least once a day; collects books; refuses to drink anything with ice cubes in it; never eats all the food on his plate; wears reading glasses (spectacles); avoids eye contact when he feels uncomfortable; is extremely ticklish; taps his quill against parchment when impatient or in deep thought; deplores the quiet pauses in conversations.
OVERALL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Micajah is first and foremost the type of man willing to selflessly sacrifice his personal dreams for family. He cares little for womanly gossip or the class standing of England, choosing to judge the character of a person based on what he's seen of them rather than what he's heard. He is intelligent and politically astute, always aware of which direction opinions are swaying. His eyes, according to his reputation, are cold, reflecting his inner cold heart. This is untrue, however, because beneath his cold eyes and solemn expression is a warm, beating heart. He is not an open book; his emotions cannot be read from his face and when he is in agony, one would not think so. Micajah is fiercely protective of his children, all of whom he loves dearly, though he may not have loved their mothers so very much.
British wizarding society has dispelled him of the teachings of his ancestors, that it was not wrong to wed and marry muggleborns, halfbloods, or even muggles. He now holds the belief that mixing pureblood with that of muggleborns or muggles is an unforgivable betrayal, one which his own daughter committed. It was not with ease that he coldly told her to never again show her face to the family; he still often thinks of her, but as the young girl she was before she married a muggleborn. He firmly believes in honor and justice, and living up to the family name - or rather the reputation it holds - that has been passed down through the generations. When it comes to these two things, he can be inflexible, unwilling to bend what he believes is right or to smudge his personal honor to help another save face, so to speak.
He does not offer compliments nor does he flatter anyone with false praising. A man, or woman, should know his or her worth without needing to be reassured by another that they are "strong" or "beautiful". What he considers to be characteristic of a "strong" person and what he deems "beautiful" about a woman are not of the norm, which is also another reason who chooses to hold his tongue rather than throw out meaningless words. While he is sure that he is either respected or feared (or perhaps a combination of both), he is not bothered by this. The musings of the people concerning his character are unimportant. Though if he ever suspected a person of making a slight against him or a family member, he can and will be cruel and unforgiving to that person.
BIRTH PLACE: St. Mungos, England
PARENTS: Selim Fawley and Cecilia Venier-Baffo
SIBLINGS: Abijah (Deceased), Mihrimah (Deceased), Eleazar (95), Imperia (81), Abán (72)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Luana Lovegood (31)
CHILDREN: With Tanith Black: Aries (50), Cygnus (48), Araminta (46), Cepheus (44), and Constantine (42)
With Elenore Malfoy: Edmund (Deceased), Margery (39), Polaris (38), Lenore (36), Carina (Deceased), Adolphus (26), Lavinia (24), Petronella (Deceased)
With Elizabeth Bulstrode: Augustus (20), Eugenie (19), Rupert (16)
With Luana Lovegood: Beatrice (13), Bartram (Deceased), Malcolm (8), Murdoch (6), Ariane (Deceased), Esme (2)
OTHERS: Several aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews.
CHARACTER HISTORY: Micajah Fawley was the second child borne of Selim Fawley and Cecilia Venier-Baffo to be born in the British Isles. Unlike their son, Selim and Cecilia called different nations home - the Ottoman Empire and Sicily, Italy respectively. Pink and wailing, Micajah entered the world on the 15th of October in the year 1808, twenty-seven years younger than his eldest sibling. His eldest brother and sister had both already left home and started families of their own. There was only a twenty-year old brother and six-year old elder sister at home to great the babe when Selim and Cecilia returned from St. Mungos to the small home they'd been renting for the six years they had been in England. It was a trial home, Selim had assured his wife, to test and see if they would stay or head back home to the Ottoman Empire. In the first few years, both had very much wished to return to the comfort of their old country, but after the birth of their second child, they decided it was time to make the next step and build their own home, setting down roots in the Island nation.
When he was three, Micajah stood by his mother's bedside with his elder sister and stared with wide eyes at his small baby brother. Finally, he had a brother near his age to play with, instead of being stuck following his father around the home, bugging the man "Please let's do something fun, Father". He had to wait a few years though, for his brother to grow old enough to be played with, his mother reminded him when he'd told her all his plans for the two of them. That had dampened his spirits, but he resigned to waiting until his baby brother was of an age to be played with. In the meantime, while he was waiting patiently, he found friends to play with that lived in nearby households.
By the time his brother was able to play with him, he almost did not want to take him along, seeing it as being forced to drag along the younger boy with him. Yet he did, because he remembered quite well how it was not to have anyone to play with and didn't want his little brother to feel the same way. It was only a few years later that his Hogwarts letter arrived - Imperia had already started Hogwarts - and he delightfully paraded around the house with the envelope, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I'm going to Hogwarts!" His younger brother had cried profusely before he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and though he was embarrassed of him for doing so, he did hug him tightly and told him that he would be home soon enough.
He was sorted into Slytherin, though this resulted in neither praise nor criticism. The Fawley family, having been so long since one of them attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, were unfamiliar with the houses and which one was the purported "best" to be placed in. It didn't matter to Selim and Cecilia which houses their children ended up. Imperia had been sorted in Ravenclaw, and then little Abán three years after Micajah was sorted into Gryffindor; the two joked that they should have another child and see if that one would end up in the fourth house. Micajah quickly learned for himself, however, what it meant to be in Slytherin. Students in his house regarded themselves as the best of wizarding society and proclaimed that purebloods were the only true Slytherin students; those of lesser blood status had been placed in the house by mistake. He did not argue with these students, not wanting to incite an argument, and he also did not inform his parents of what he had learned.
In his third year of school, he joined the Slytherin quidditch team as a chaser. Quidditch had been an unfamiliar sport to him up until his first year. One of the older members of his house had helped him practice in his second year so that he could try out for the team in his third year. He found Quidditch such an enjoyable sport and was a "fantastic chaser", his teammates and mates would say. The dream of becoming a Professional Quidditch player formed at this time for the young teenager. This dream was stuffed away inside his memories upon graduation when his father informed him that his older brother had secured a position for him at the Minister in the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Rather than follow his dream, he chose to take on the job his brother had secured for him, which was also going to help Abijah in his career at the Ministry.
Three years into his career at the Ministry, he was informed of his impending engagement to the young Tanith Black, a girl from a respectable British wizarding family. His father told him that Tanith's father had been the one to offer his daughter's hand in marriage, seemingly pleased with Micajah's ethic at the Ministry. On the 12th of February, 1832, Micajah learned the true reason that Mr. Black had made the marriage request; Tanith Black, a 17 year old black-haired beauty, held a schoolgirl infatuation for him. The girl, as he called her in his mind even after they were married, constantly commented on how handsome she found him and proclaimed every little thing he did for her (pulling out a chair, holding open a door, etc.) "absolutely romantic". He was not fond of her in the way that one was of a wife, but rather a younger sister.
Still, the two had five children together, their first child, Aries, having been born a year into their marriage. Cygnus followed two years later; Tanith was ecstatic to have given birth to two sons. The year after Cygnus' birth, Micajah was transferred from his position in the Beast Division to Head of the International Magical Cooperation, again due to his elder brother, Abijah. By now, Micajah had realized that his brother's aim was for the Minister's seat, though there were surely many who would oppose simply because Abijah had not been born in the British Isles, nor attended school at a British Institute. He had grown attached to his job at the Beast Division, but moved positions as his brother wished to support him.
Work at the Head of International Magical Cooperation was at first boring work compared to what he had come from, but he used the position to open himself to the use of more languages than those he already knew. Three more children, Araminta, Cepheus, and Constantine, were born before Tanith died an untimely death on the 29th of May in the year 1841, aged 26. She had insisted on going out to several activities, though Micajah warned her not to, considering she had not long delivered their daughter, Constantine. But there was no controlling her - and he wasn't inclined to argue with her when she obviously thought she knew what was better for her health than he did. She contracted pneumonia, which would have been easily curable had her immune system not been so weakened at the time. Within two weeks of becoming ill, the black-haired beauty that had been so overly eager to marry Micajah Fawley died in the bed she shared with her husband.
Left widowed, Micajah thought that would be the end of it, that he would remain as such for the rest of his days, or at least marry a woman past the acceptable age to be married who would look after his children. But another match was arranged for him. He was to marry Elenore Malfoy, daughter of Septimus Malfoy, a man known to have many daughters he needed to marry off. But Elenore was only fifteen. She was but a babe and he was a grown man, he had protested as such to both Septimus Malfoy and his father. The two dismissed his words, Septimus assuring him that Elenore was the most mature of his daughters, though young in age.
The 15th of January in the year 1842, Micajah Fawley, aged 33, was married to the 15 year old Elenore Malfoy. He avoided the young girl for as long as possible until she entered his room, the room they were meant to share, one night and proceeded to seduce him. A month later it was discovered she was with child and Micajah no longer saw Elenore as a young, innocent girl. She was certainly young, but as her father had said, quite mature for her age. The more time he spent with her, the more fascinated he became. She could converse with him on a variety of subjects, including politics, forcing him to see different opinions that he may never have known of before. Their first child together, was born at only five months old and lived only a few hours, dying the day after he was born.
The two consoled one another, Elenore being the one to assure Micajah that their grief would not last forever and that they would be parents again. True to what she had said, two years later, Elenore gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Margery. And the year after that, their first son, Polaris. With two new babies in the household, Micajah hired a Governess to help care for the children, so that his young wife's time would not be monopolized by the babies. Their conversations shifted to topics relating to magical creatures and the lower-class of wizarding society. Elenore often expressed her sympathy for the children born of the lower-class, because they could not help what class they were born into, she said. She disagreed with Micajah when he spoke of his belief that Magical Creatures were not so dangerous as they were made out to be, and made him promise - he thought she was joking, but she was not - that he would not go out and try to befriend werewolves, vampires, or anything of the sort. He promised her, of course, sealing said promise with a kiss.
In late 1846, he transferred back to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but this time as Head of that department. It had nothing to do with Abijah's plans, but only to do with what he wanted. The old Head had retired, the position was open, and so he applied. For the first time in several years, he had done something for himself solely. Elenore supported him fully, which was all the support he needed, because his eldest brother expressed his disapproval in an angry letter and then by not attending a birthday celebration for Aries when he turned fifteen. Lenore was born the next year, another daughter to be cherished by her parents and surrounded by love from her older siblings.
The year 1850 saw Micajah returned to the hospital he was born in, this time for a wound received when out on a case with some workers from the Centaur division. Their had been a stir among the centaurs over the boundary separating their forest from Hogwarts; they believed it should have gone further, allowing them even more space. As he was discussing the matter with the leader of the pack, one of the younger members was unable to control his anger and attacked the group of wizards. Fortunately, Micajah only ended up with a broken elbow and a few bruises on his chest. Much worse could have happened, to both the wizards and the centaurs, had the leader of the pack not ordered the young one away. Needless to say, the centaurs gave up their claim for more space after that.
Elenore chastised him as he lay in his hospital bed, the redness of her eyelids alerting him to the fact that she had been crying. "What if I'd lost you," she'd cried. "But you didn't," he'd replied." She had poked his chest with her index finger hard. "But I could have. And you promised me not to let something like this happen. I intend to be by your side, as your wife, as long as you need me," she had told him. "Then you must always stay by my side, because I will want you forever," he said. A tear fell from Elenore's eye then as she bent over and wrapped her arms around her husband, holding tightly to him, shocked enough from the day's events to be fearful that he would be taken from her.
Though he did get into a few scraps in the years that followed that one day, none resulted in him making a return trip to St. Mungos, and that pleased Elenore greatly. In the year of 1852, the couple welcomed another daughter, Carina. She was a tiny, fragile infant, and both feared she would pass soon just as their firstborn had. Yet it seemed fate had a different plan, one that allowed the infant to live. Not very long, however. Micajah returned home from work one evening to find the house dim and unlit, and eerily quiet. Rather than call out to see who was about the house, he walked up the stairs, passed a weeping governess, and entered the room his three youngest daughters shared. Elenore sat upon Carina's bed, holding the child's motionless body protectively as she rocked back and forth the way a mother did when rocking her child to sleep. No words needed to be said. The scene told him enough.
He retreated into his bedroom, lips tightly shut, one hand curling into a fist after he shut the door. The urge to shout, to break something, to do anything but just stand there filled his entire being. But he continued to simply stand in the middle of the room, closing his eyes as he let out a sigh and accepted that his daughter was dead. The next day, after Carina's body had been taken from the home to St. Mungos, Elenore came and sat beside him on their bed. Silence passed between them for an hour before she placed her hand atop his and whispered the words, "This pain will pass." They were the same words she had muttered several times to herself after the death of their firstborn. He believed them more now, because he had already been through such pain before. This pain would take longer to pass though; it was deeper, for the love he held for a child he had carried around and that had called his 'daddy' was greater than for one that had only lived for a few brief hours.
Three years later, the couple had a new son, Adolphus. He brought back the light in Elenore that had disappeared with the death of Carina. Two years after him, twin daughters, Lavinia and Petronella, were born. Life could not have been happier for the husband and wife. The loss of one child had been replaced with three healthy, wonderful children. But life was not as happy as it seemed. Soon after the birth of the twins, Elenore was discovered to be ill with a terminal disease. Micajah refused to believe that a disease was going to kill his wife and suggested they go to anther country, to find a Healer who would treat her. Yet his wife refused, resigned to the diagnoses she had received and wanting only to spend the rest of the time she had left in happiness with her children and husband.
He tried to plead with her, throwing her own words from years before back at her, "You are to stay by my side until I no longer need you. That time has not come yet. I need you still." Elenore shook her head, kissed his knuckles, and then went to see about a crying baby, who was sure to wake the other one. In December of 1859, the night before Christmas, Elenore Fawley passed in her husband's arms. The two had spent hours together that evening, conversing of memories they'd spent together, of their wedding day, how much they loved one another, and when her breathing became unsteady, Elenore's head fell into her husband's palm before she took her last breath. Micajah sat for a very long while with her lifeless body in his arms, weeping until his tears dried up and all that was left for him to do was stare at the wall across the room from him.
Stuck in his grief, Micajah became inattentive to his children, allowing the governess he employed to look after them and all their needs. The ones that were already grown and with families of their own stopped by often to make sure he was still eating properly, that he was still living though Elenore was not. His own parents, old in age, moved in with him for a few months to see that he didn't let himself go to waste and that the children were properly looked after. Micajah almost found it funny how everyone around him thought that he was just going to crumble into nothingness. He was going to work everyday, as normal, eating, as normal, and life was moving on, as normal. During this time, he did disown his daughter, Constantine, for marrying a muggleborn man. He told her never to show her face to him again, though with a heavy-heart. This was not the first time he had lost a wife. It was, however, the first time he had lost someone who had etched herself into his heart forever.
He did not object when his father announced that he had arranged a new betrothal for him, this time with a girl aged 19, named Elizabeth Bulstrode. They married on the 5th of July in the year 1862. He pitied the young girl for being forced into a marriage with a much older man when there were surely better prospects for her. His own children were now older than their stepmother. He watched the young girl attempt to mother his children who had been left motherless. Though she tried, and he could tell she earnestly wanted to be a good wife and mother to children that were not her own, she was ill-equipped to deal with children and he often found her later on in tears. It was all far too overwhelming for her. He spoke to her twice on the matter, reassuring her that she did not have to mother his children, that she did not have to love an old man like him. And that he was sorry she'd been married to him.
It came as a surprise to him when she responded that she was not sorry to have been married to him and that she did love him and asked if he did not love her. He did not answer, instead removing himself from the conversation with the excuse of paperwork that needed to be done. A month later, he came across her crying again, only this time it was not because of a failed attempt at mothering. She asked him all kinds of questions; whether she was an awful wife, if he did not find her beautiful, if her figure was not appealing to him, what she should do to please him. Rather than tell her the painful truth that he did not love her and was afraid he would not be able to love another after Elenore, he wrapped his arms around the young girl's body, gently caressing her back.
The next year, Elizabeth gave birth to a son, Augustus. While she had failed as a mother to his other children, she excelled as a mother to the infant Augustus, showering him with attention, and insisting on breastfeeding him rather than having a nursemaid do it. In the following year, she gave birth to a daughter, Eugenie. Micajah found that having children of her own pleased Elizabeth and made her feel as if she were living up to her duty as a wife. He felt it a responsibility of his to help uphold the fantasy she held that they had a happy marriage, to make up for the better life she could have lived with a younger man.
Early in the year of 1865, Micajah's father passed away. The loss was one he felt deeply, though it did not cause him as much grief and agony as had Elenore's death. He, along with the rest of his siblings, took to consoling their mother, who moved in with Mihrimah. Elizabeth gave birth to another son in the following year, proclaiming that it was a blessing, because Rupert, the baby, was a replacement for the life they had lost in the previous year. Though he did not agree with this sentiment, he simply nodded his head in agreement when Elizabeth said so. She was so very happy, and he never wanted to deny her any small happiness.
Finally awakening from his grief over Elenore's death, Micajah became more involved at work, reconnecting with colleagues he had not spoken to in years. They had like-minded ideals for the future of the wizarding world as he, and all joked about one of them becoming Minister of Magic one day. But it was not a joke to Micajah. It became a desire, to succeed where his older brother had failed. And so he pushed himself further into work, allowing himself to be seen and heard, rather than just a man in a position as he had been. He was so busy promoting himself that he did not notice the deteriorating health of this third wife. In fact, he was not even at home when Elizabeth passed away after falling down two flights of stairs. The Healers blamed her fall on fatigue and her death on blood loss and head trauma. Again, he was left widowed and with motherless children.
Without his father around to arrange marriages for him anymore, he was sure that Elizabeth would be his final wife. The last woman attached to him through the bonds of marriage that he would have to bury in the cold earth. He did grieve for her, though not in the way that he did for Elenore, or for Tanith. Elizabeth was different from the two. She cared for him, loved him even, she said, yet he was never sure if he loved her in return. But she had a kind heart and he cared for her.
Shortly after Elizabeth's death, his mother introduced him to his sister's granddaughter, Luana Lovegood. The girl was unmarried, but had taken pity on him and wondered if he might like for her to help watch after his young children. He did not reject her offer of help, though he suspected his mother had ulterior motives by sending her to his home each day, placing the young girl in front of his eyes to see. The old woman pretended to be unaware of what he was speaking of when he told her that he was not going to remarry again, ever, especially not to a young girl again. Elizabeth's children, young as they were, took quite well to Luana; little Rupert began to refer to her as 'mummy' and Micajah noticed that the young Lovegood did not correct the boy.
Contrary to what he had said, he did remarry once again, on the 11th of March in the year 1870, to Luana Lovegood. He was sure his mother had planned for it to happen and by the way Luana had behaved around his children, that the girl had also wished for it as well. Why, he did not know, but rather than marrying her because he wanted to or someone told him to, he married her to be spiteful. If she wanted to marry an old man and live with him, then he would let her, rather than just have her hanging around his home, waiting to have him propose to her while rumors flurried among the gossip circles. Rather than wait as he did with both Elenore and Elizabeth, he quickly bedded Luana and in the last month of the year they had been married in, she delivered a daughter, Beatrice.
He avoided her as best he could after that first night they shared together, that resulted in a child. Something in her eyes that night after, the way she'd stared at him with a mixture of pity and fear, had caused him to second guess his first assumption about her. He did not have much time to worry over what her true intentions were by marrying him though, with his rise in the Ministry, and the impending retirement of the Minister at the time. His eldest sister, Mihrimah, lived long enough to see him elected at the next Minister of Magic in late 1871, though he did not officially take office until January of 1872. On May 16th of the same year, he implemented the 'Minister Sponsorship' in honor of his late wife Elenore. The Sponsorship would allow for the Minister of Magic to sponsor one child of lower-class each year. His first sponsored child turned out to be the daughter of a prostitute. He chose the young girl after speaking with her for a short while. Of all the children, she had been the most honest with him, with the strongest character.
In the following year, his mother passed away, late in January. A few days after her death, he received a letter by owl post, addressed to him, from her. The inside contents revealed that she had indeed meant for him to marry Luana and that was why she'd sent the girl to his house. She also apologized for all the pain he had been through in his life, though he found that apology unnecessary because his pain was not her fault. At the end, she asked him to love Luana, or at least try, because it had been the girl to come to her and ask if she could accept her as a daughter-in-law. His mother seemed to believe, from what her letter said, that Luana had either feelings of sympathy or love for him and wanted to be the person that "healed his wounds".
Taking his mother's advice, he began to treat Luana more kindly. The woman, his wife, eventually revealed to him that she had purposely come into his home. When he told her that he knew, she was not surprised, but merely smiled. "Then you must also know my reason. To heal a wounded soul," she said, then laughed airily. Micajah had raised a confused eyebrow at her before joining in with her laughter. He later wondered how long it had been since he had laughed and for so long. Early the next year, the two had a son, Bartram, and the year after him another son, Malcolm. Two years after that, Murdoch was born, and then Ariane the year after him. Suddenly, the home that had very few children due to them all being grown and married off was once again filled with young, playful children. Luana Lovegood and her children had brought light and laughter back into Micajah's life.
He grieved shortly for the death of his brother in 1879, and then more so for the passing of his daughter Ariane in October of the same year. The laughter in the household dimmed at the passing of little Ariane, and then even more so in the next year when Bartram drowned in a lake while at a friend's house. Luana refused to forgive herself for having not been there, for having allowed him to go to someone else's house in the first place. She was sure that if she had been watching him, if she had never allowed him to go, he would still be living. Micajah silently agreed, but told her over and over that they could not change the past. What had happened was done. They had to move on and, he told her, "This pain will pass". The words his second wife had used to comfort him were now also words he used to comfort his young, carefree wife.
In the following year, the couple welcome another daughter, Esme. But in October of that year, Micajah lost another child, one of his twin daughters. Young, sweet Petronella had died of disease, just as her mother had, only she was younger and should never have died. Luana was by Micajah's side throughout his grief over Petronella's death; she became the first person he ever openly wept in front of. The relationship between the two grew, with Micajah revealing more of his past and how greatly he had loved Elenore, how he had pitied Elizabeth, and what a young girl his first wife had been. She became a confident, and in turn he listened to all her worries, her concerns for the future, anything she wished to talk about.
Eleven years he has served as Minister of Magic. Micajah feels he is at a point in his life where he can retired from politics and spend his time doing something else. Recently, early in the year of 1883, he was elected as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation for Wizards.
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