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leave go my hands let me catch breath and see; let the dew-fall drench either side of me;

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clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree

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stamina. 6 | evasion. 7 | strength. 1 | wisdom. 8 | arcpower. 6 | accuracy. 7 (+2)
Statistically Relevant (+2 ACC) | year II | year III | year IV | year V | year VI | year VII

spells learnt - a talented spellsman, who would benefit from improved confidence

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a gifted alchemist, precise in his measurements and use of ingredients - acquired potions

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from too much love of living from hope and fear set free

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we thank with brief thansgiving whatever gods may be

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gender. male | status. pureblood [human] | house. slytherin | year. first birthday. 24th December, 2012 | residence. Isle of Skye, Scotland | nationality. Scottish | wand. 34,3 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring A quiet, thoughtful young man, hailing from two pureblood families: the mysterious Duncan family and the wealthy François family, with a passion for dark coffee, quiet dawns, classical mythology, and exquisite books. height. 150 centimetres | weight. 35 kilograms | physique. ectomorph | hair colour. dark brown | eye colour. dark hazel | face-claim. dylan kingwell | style. exquisite | wand arm. right | accent. polished Reducio Archer, a slender, finely-built young man, carries himself with a well-mannered poise. Faint freckles dots his pale cheeks, dancing playfully along his nose under the summer sun. His eyes, two watery wells of dark hazel, shine with curiosity and knowledge, accompanied by lips upturned in a smile. • His dark brown hair, almost black under a certain light, is cleanly set in a side-part, trimmed to the nape of his neck. Provided with exquisitely tailored clothing, no less is expected from Archer in fashion, even though his attire always seems somewhat rumpled. He carries the faint scent of black coffee, expensive ink, and old parchment. mbti. istj - t | enneagram. 5 - the investigator | alignment. lawful neutral | polyjuice. dark, cold, and bitter, with a dash of sweetness | amortentia. earthy, refreshing, woodsmoke | boggart. unkown | erised. unkown Reducio Quiet and thoughtful, Archer prefers having his nose stuck in classical literature or exotic maps, rather than constantly vocalising his opinions rashly and ostentatiously. He prefers to keep his ideas and tactics to himself, not only out of strategy, but being a sensitive child, also out of fear that they will be criticised. • Archer is able to keep himself composed during troubled situations, using his wits instead of brute strength in the face of adversity. He is an especially loyal friend, who is prepared to sacrifice everything for his loved ones and honest to a fault, believing that his tight circle of will always have each others backs. Archer is yet to open his eyes to the dastardly side of the world, with innocence being one of his weakest traits. Too often, he believes in the good of people when there simply is none. He is forgiving - though not necessarily forgetting. ────────────────────────────────────────

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that no life lives forever that dead men rise up never

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that even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea

It was a particularly cold Christmas Eve, nearly leaning into early Christmas morning. The small population of the Isle of Skye was in slumber, the manor house eerily quiet. It had only recently been renovated, having been deserted over three generations ago. Yet that night, a gasp of breath and the cry of a newly born babe ran through the hallways. Archer Theodore Duncan, single heir to the Duncan name and share of the François fortune, was born.

Child of self-acclaimed author Lord Atticus Duncan, son of Lord Malcolm Duncan, politician turned journalist, and Margeurite Duncan (née François), self-taught cartographer, explorer, mountaineer, and heiress, Archer has always been taught to retain a curious, detail-oritented, precise mind, and a persevering, determined, and ambitious heart. He had been taught about the final element in Pandora's Box: hope. During his younger years, he would often watch as his father put his imaginations onto parchment, silently observing in his study, or tag along with his mother on whatever journey deemed suitable, especially as the backyard led right into the Scottish mountains. His father wrote couplets for him and his mother made him Cullen skink. As he ages, his father teaches him of English language arts, magic theroy and ettiquette, while his mother teaches him of French, mathematics, and practical magic.

Apart from his parents, Archer's most loyal companion is the family coonhound, Scout. His other friends live in the fantastical and captivating universes of literature. The dusty shelves and oversized armchairs in the family library is his sanctuary. Reading a large variety, from nonfiction and atlases, to poetry and prose, Archer no longer requires companionship from others when he has been gifted with prancing words and an overflowing imagination. When outside the library, Archer's heart lays captivated by nature. As his parents find themselves preoccupied with their own careers, with his father working in solitude, locked in an antique room, and his mother adventuring far from home during certain expeditions, only contacting via owl, Archer finds it a perfect time to do some exploring of his own and exploit into the untamed Mother Nature.

Despite growing up in a pretentious pure-blood family, Archer rarely steps outside his home, other than the occasional pure-blood gathering, which he never pays much attention to, much preferring to bring a book and have his nose stuck in it the entire duration. Surprisingly, the boy managed to get something out of the situation: a friend. Archer couldn't remember when he met her: Miss. Arianna Lilly Swann, but it was most certainly not the finest of meetings. Not very much accustomed to nor particularly fond of socialisation, neither of them had made pleasant first impressions. The second time they crossed paths was in a ball, with the two of them so utterly bored that it was simply impossible not for the two to strike up a conversation. Their final meeting prior to the two's Hogwarts education was the summer before. At yet another gathering, Arianna's cat Poseidon had scampered away from her and so follows two much more mature children engaging in much more mature dialogue.

Archer's magic first surfaced when he was five. When his father had gone downstairs to retrieve a few papers, a chizpurfle had scuttled into the study where Archer was waiting. Its crab-like claws had tried to grab hold of his father's wand. Instinctively, his hand went to pull the wand away from the parasite, but the creature simply climbed onto Archer's hand. He tried to compose himself, but there was no need as he watched the vile thing disintegrate into dust in shock.

And six years later, Archer would find himself boarding the Hogwarts Express, still unsure if was yet ready.

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chapter 0 Reducio ○ I’m the Problem it’s me - Arianna Swann ○ You, I, and Mountains of Eriophorum - Charlotte Winfield

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chapter 1 Reducio ○ Dance the Night Away - Violet Rohr ○ Friend or Foe - Arianna Swann and Matthew Campbell ○ Their Song - Matthew Campbell and others ○ Having a Bad Day? Why not Explore a bit? - Quinn Root ○ Remedy for Potions - Remedy Norden ☆ Breakfast with the Reaper - various

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