Post by Lachlan Moore on Jan 14, 2010 3:43:49 GMT -5
Player Name: Tae
Player Age: rather not say
Years Experience in roleplaying:on and off for 4 years
How did you hear about us? google search
Did you read the rules? yes, Salazar's Sake.
Character Name: Lachlan Archibald Moore
Nicknames: Loch or Lochy
Character Age:16
Year: 6
Preferred House: any, but I think he would suit Hufflepuff
Blood Type: Muggleborn
Patronus: leopard Seal
Wand: Walnut 13 ½ Kelpie mane
Best Classes: DADA & care of magical creatures
Worst Classes: Herbology and Transfiguration
Appearance:
Appearance:
The only thing that really stands out about Lachlan as unusual is his hight. Standing at six foot two he is a very tall sixteen year old, it is very likely Loch could achieve the hight of six four or five in later life. But other than his abnormal height there isn’t really anything to set Loch apart from any other boy of his age.
Coming from a family of limited means Loch has a habit of looking a bit shabby, never dirty but often unkempt. His cloths are mostly second hand with the exception of several handmade knitted jumpers curtsy of his mother and grandmother. Lock just doesn’t care enough about his appearance to be concerned with his second hand robes or windswept hair and so doesn’t really make much of an effort to look any different.
Lachlan’s hair is just plain brown and an inch or two long. It sometimes has a few lighter tufts where the sun has bleached it but living in a cold climate keeps it dark for the most part. Lochs hair has its good days and its bad, sometimes sitting flat and doing what it’s told, other days it will look like he has just climbed out of bed all day long. Lochs eyes are hazel just like both his mothers and fathers and his skin is naturally fair but tanned fairly dark from all the time he spends outdoors.
Loch’s build isn’t a heavy one; in truth he is rather average in that department. Loch is athletic and has a decent amount of muscle from both Quidditch and helping his father on the trawler but his hight makes him appear a little thin although not gangly.
Loch has a thin face but a strong jaw line. His eyes are bright and give the impression that he is always cheerful and attentive. Lochs nose is quite long and very straight, just like his mothers. All in all Lachlan’s face gives away some of his kind personality. He isn’t very open with the people he doesn’t know, but always willing to lend a helping hand.
One thing some people notice about Lachlan is that his hands are quite calloused and hard from the work he does at home. But funnily enough he finds the physical work more rewarding than spell work in many ways. Even once Lachlan is permitted to use magic out of school is determined to continue many things manually and not let the convenience of magic get the better of him.
Celebrity Claim none
Immediate Family Members:
Grandmother: Peggy Mary Olson (78)
Father: John Thomas Moore (44)
Mother: Rebecca Susan Moore (42)
Little sister: Katie Alice Moore (13)
Little sister: Matilda Jane Moore (9)
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Quirks/Habits:
Favourite...
Personality:
Lachlan is notoriously laid back, nothing much fazes him whether it be an important assignment due in or a lesson with a grouchy teacher. He is more than happy to just take it as it comes and make the most of what life throws him. Loch often tends to be a stabilizing influence on his friends when things get stressful, normally able to shrug off things that would stress others.
Lachlan is normally a quiet person unless exclusively in the company of friends. He is a good listener and does enjoy company but almost never instigates a conversation with someone he doesn’t know unless he really needs to. Although quiet Loch isn’t really a shy person, he is confidant in his own abilities and knows who he is but prefers to sit back a little and listen rather than being in the throng of things. Loch is very down to earth, some might see him as a bit distant but anyone who knows him well can state otherwise.
One thing that Lachlan is truly passionate about is Quidditch. An important game can stir him up like little else and although he is normally a quiet and controlled person he can party as hard as the next after a win. Lachlan has always been athletic and enjoyed most sports so when he was introduced to the wizarding world and heard about Quidditch. A game that is fast paced, dangerous and challenging he couldn’t get enough of it. The one valuable item Loch owns is his broom, a joint gift from all of his family, he cares for it more like it was a pet rather than an item. Lachlan’s greatest talent on a broom is his agility, you wouldn’t know it from looking at him but get him on a broom and he can turn on a dime, changing direction at speed is his talent and good hand eye coordination has helped him in handling the Quaffle.
Although he is competitive when it comes to sports Lachlan really doesn’t like confrontation, insult him right to his face and you’ll either get a bemused shrug or just ignored all together. Loch can come across as weak at times because he is so unwilling to defend himself, but insult his family or friends and its a different story altogether. Lachlan is a loyal friend and can be relied upon when the going is both good and bad. However although Lachlan values his friends over just about everything else he needs to remind himself to let them know that. Because loch is so laid back it can sometimes come across like he just doesn’t care.
Normally Loch is good-natured, friendly and has a good sense of humour. He strives to be honest in his relationships and rarely lies even if it means putting himself in an unconfutable situation. Loch has been know to hurt the feelings of others, this is never his intention but sometimes he can just be way too honest Lachlan does sometimes wish he was more spontaneous and impulsive, but although he has tried he just cant seem to manage it. Lachlan doesn’t plan enough ahead to change his plans too often and unless he has a friend encouraging him to do other wise he tends just to go with the flow and normally sticks to the rules. Lachlan is sometimes viewed as a bit of a wet blanket, he doesn’t like breaking the rules unless its for something he really believes in and when his friends decide to d some rule breaking he’ll normally be the one to try and talk them out of it, with varying success.
Since finding out he is a wizard Lachlan’s eyes have been opened to things he didn’t believe were possible in his wildest dreams. Although not normally an academic he relishes in learning and using new spells even if the theory behind them isn’t quite so appealing. Lachlan’s academic abilities are fairly average; he isn’t dim at all but doesn’t stand out as a particularly talented student. As far was wizardry goes Lachlan only has one unusual skill (apart from Quidditch) and that is wordless spells, his spells are no more powerful than anyone else’s and there are subjects like Herbology and Transfiguration that he just cant get as well as most of the others but if there is a spell he can do you can be almost certain he can do it with out muttering the incantation out loud.
To say Lachlan feels special that he is the first in his family to have any magical ability would be an understatement; he still finds it hard to wrap his head around the differences in his life between now and before his eleventh birthday. When Loch goes home he still works by his father side on the trawler like he always has done, even though he carry’s a wand very little in his home life has changed and if you ask him he will tell you that that changing is one of his biggest fears.
History: Lachlan can still remember the day his letter came like is was yesterday. It was a Sunday night and he had been sitting in the living room of his home with his whole family. His sisters had been playing with some dolls on the floor, his grandmother had been knitting a new jumper for his youngest sister and his parents had been discussing something while sitting in the couch before the fire. Lachlan had been sitting in the window ledge staring out at the moon reflecting off the ocean. He had been dozing off when a sudden flash of grey obscured his view, so shocked by the sudden appearance of what had seemed to be a tall and gaunt looking man had cause the young Lachlan to tumble backward from his place. The man who had turned out to be a wizard had informed Lachlan that he too was a wizard and explained the impactions to both him and his family.
Lachlan comes from the Scottish island Islay. His father’s family have lived there for as long as anyone can remember. They live in a small fifteenth century cottage situated by a rocky cove overlooking the ocean. It is quiet and beautiful and all Lachlan had ever known. Their family has never had much money and often seems to be doing it hard, there is always enough to make ends meet, enough for food and other necessities but never more than what is needed.
Lochs father john, like all the men of the family is a fisherman, it was to be Lachlan’s future to work on the trawler with his father and eventually take over but Lachlan was no ordinary child, from the time when he was only a few years old strange thing began to happen around him. When loch was only three years old his grandmother insisted that he be fed spinach, she was determined to make the boy eat it but strangely enough when ever she attempted to make Loch eat the stuff she would drop the spoon, as if it were made of butter she just couldn’t hold onto it when ever it got with in a few inches of the infants face, loch would simply laugh and watch as the sequence repeated itself.
Katie, Lachlan’s little sister has no magical ability’s, she cried when she didn’t get her letter and Lachlan feels bad that he has something she has not. Surprisingly Katie feels no contempt toward her older brother and their relationship remains strong. It is unknown if Matilda, the youngest of the family has any magical ability, thus far she hasn’t shown any but the stories her older brother brings home keep her hopeful. Lachlan has a lot of love for his little sisters and misses them when he is at school. When he comes home for the holidays he always brings them back small gifts, weather it be chocolate frogs or butter beers.
RP Sample : I decided to do the sorting post J
The thunder boomed and the sound reverberating around the great hall made a small group of first years clustered in the centre walkway jump in fright. Ripped away from their homes and their parents the group of eleven year olds seemed so timid and unsure in comparison to the older students that stared at them in eager anticipation. Muggleborns and purebloods alike stood with the same look of awe on their faces as their eyes moved around the grand hall. Above them golden candles floated silently casting a warm glow of light on those standing beneath and colourful banners of red yellow blue and green hung overhead representing their houses. The floor was glistening marble and the four long tables of hard dark wood dominated the room. At the front of the hall was another table filled with the professors, each more strangely attired than the next. And in the centre sat an old man with a long silver beard and kind intelligent face, the head master, Dumbledore.
In amongst the throng of first years stood a boy, he was possibly the tallest there. His long gangly frame poking more than a head above most of the other students around him. Like the other first years he was soaked to the bone, proof that the thunder and lighting outside was more than just a light show. His thick dark hair clung sodden to his scalp and his faded out second hand robes dipped soundlessly onto the marble floor. Many of the first years shivered, most from cold and others from fear but Lachlan did not. The skinny boy was used to the cold and he felt everything but fear surrounded by such marvellous wonders.
The man with he long silver beard announced that the sorting was to begin in a voice so warm and rich he seemed to fill the room, Lachlan gazed at the man filled with curiosity and questions and for the briefest of moments Lachlan thought their eyes met. Almost as soon as the tall bearded man turned away he noticed an ancient looking hat on a small plain wooden stool. Suddenly with out the slightest warning the hat sprung to life and its rasping voice boomed out trough the hall, this time Loch did jump, who ever herd of a singing hat?
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
When the hat had finished its song Lachlan simply stared at it dumbfounded. Loch was a muggle born, he had been giving a taste of the wizarding word when he and his family had purchased his school supplies but never had he thought there would be anything like this hat. Lachlan’s mind raced over what the hat had said. Four houses, one for the brave, one for the patient and true, another for the wise and the last for those of cunning, what were they called again? Loch had already forgotten, and which would he be placed in? Was he even any of those things? As the boys mind rased the head master called out names and each child would cautiously sit upon the stool.
“Essie James!” the head master called and a girl surprisingly at ease with prospect of being sorted sprung forth, she smiled in a crooked way and in the same rasping voice as before the sorting hat bellowed “Slytherin!” Loch watched her descend, ‘and so that girl was cunning’ he thought to himself silently. “Barty Crouch!” the head master called and a slightly less confident boy stepped forward. He was soon sorted into Ravenclaw. And so on it went, the sorting hat called out its decisions and the group of first years got smaller and smaller and then finally “Lachlan Moore!” Loch swallowed hard and took a deep breath, absentmindedly has hand lifted and he pushed it through his hair. With eyes on the strange hat Lachlan made his way to the stood, almost there he moved up the few steps to the platform in front and to his horror one of his feet caught on the upper most step. The gangly boy came down to earth with a splat. Mortified Lachlan scrambled to his feet and plonked himself down upon the too small stood. All to aware of the giggling around him and the patter of water dripping from his school robes Lachlan watched the head master place the hat upon his head ‘am I brave? True? Cunning? Witty?’ Loch didn’t know he tried to think of instances when he had been those things but all to soon the hat was on his head and into his mind, something told the boy that this strange hat would know, even if he did not.
Player Age: rather not say
Years Experience in roleplaying:on and off for 4 years
How did you hear about us? google search
Did you read the rules? yes, Salazar's Sake.
Character Name: Lachlan Archibald Moore
Nicknames: Loch or Lochy
Character Age:16
Year: 6
Preferred House: any, but I think he would suit Hufflepuff
Blood Type: Muggleborn
Patronus: leopard Seal
Wand: Walnut 13 ½ Kelpie mane
Best Classes: DADA & care of magical creatures
Worst Classes: Herbology and Transfiguration
Appearance:
- Eye Colour: Hazel
- Hair: Brown, inch or two long, rarely sits flat
- Skin Tone: fair
- Height: 6 foot
- Weight: unknown
Appearance:
The only thing that really stands out about Lachlan as unusual is his hight. Standing at six foot two he is a very tall sixteen year old, it is very likely Loch could achieve the hight of six four or five in later life. But other than his abnormal height there isn’t really anything to set Loch apart from any other boy of his age.
Coming from a family of limited means Loch has a habit of looking a bit shabby, never dirty but often unkempt. His cloths are mostly second hand with the exception of several handmade knitted jumpers curtsy of his mother and grandmother. Lock just doesn’t care enough about his appearance to be concerned with his second hand robes or windswept hair and so doesn’t really make much of an effort to look any different.
Lachlan’s hair is just plain brown and an inch or two long. It sometimes has a few lighter tufts where the sun has bleached it but living in a cold climate keeps it dark for the most part. Lochs hair has its good days and its bad, sometimes sitting flat and doing what it’s told, other days it will look like he has just climbed out of bed all day long. Lochs eyes are hazel just like both his mothers and fathers and his skin is naturally fair but tanned fairly dark from all the time he spends outdoors.
Loch’s build isn’t a heavy one; in truth he is rather average in that department. Loch is athletic and has a decent amount of muscle from both Quidditch and helping his father on the trawler but his hight makes him appear a little thin although not gangly.
Loch has a thin face but a strong jaw line. His eyes are bright and give the impression that he is always cheerful and attentive. Lochs nose is quite long and very straight, just like his mothers. All in all Lachlan’s face gives away some of his kind personality. He isn’t very open with the people he doesn’t know, but always willing to lend a helping hand.
One thing some people notice about Lachlan is that his hands are quite calloused and hard from the work he does at home. But funnily enough he finds the physical work more rewarding than spell work in many ways. Even once Lachlan is permitted to use magic out of school is determined to continue many things manually and not let the convenience of magic get the better of him.
Celebrity Claim none
Immediate Family Members:
Grandmother: Peggy Mary Olson (78)
Father: John Thomas Moore (44)
Mother: Rebecca Susan Moore (42)
Little sister: Katie Alice Moore (13)
Little sister: Matilda Jane Moore (9)
Strengths:
- loyal
- Brave
- kind
- easygoing
- great on a broom
Weaknesses:
- very nerves around girls he finds attractive
- clumsy anytime not on broom
- not very assertive
- has difficulty showing affection (letting people in)
- prone to being overly honest
Quirks/Habits:
- cant stop running his hand through his hair when in deep thought or stressed
- whistles random tunes spontaneously throughout the day
- His hugs are more of a crush than a squeeze
Favourite...
- musician/band: anything by Hans Zimmer
- movie: Monty python and the holly grail
- book: hound of the Baskervilles
- food: shepherds pie
Personality:
Lachlan is notoriously laid back, nothing much fazes him whether it be an important assignment due in or a lesson with a grouchy teacher. He is more than happy to just take it as it comes and make the most of what life throws him. Loch often tends to be a stabilizing influence on his friends when things get stressful, normally able to shrug off things that would stress others.
Lachlan is normally a quiet person unless exclusively in the company of friends. He is a good listener and does enjoy company but almost never instigates a conversation with someone he doesn’t know unless he really needs to. Although quiet Loch isn’t really a shy person, he is confidant in his own abilities and knows who he is but prefers to sit back a little and listen rather than being in the throng of things. Loch is very down to earth, some might see him as a bit distant but anyone who knows him well can state otherwise.
One thing that Lachlan is truly passionate about is Quidditch. An important game can stir him up like little else and although he is normally a quiet and controlled person he can party as hard as the next after a win. Lachlan has always been athletic and enjoyed most sports so when he was introduced to the wizarding world and heard about Quidditch. A game that is fast paced, dangerous and challenging he couldn’t get enough of it. The one valuable item Loch owns is his broom, a joint gift from all of his family, he cares for it more like it was a pet rather than an item. Lachlan’s greatest talent on a broom is his agility, you wouldn’t know it from looking at him but get him on a broom and he can turn on a dime, changing direction at speed is his talent and good hand eye coordination has helped him in handling the Quaffle.
Although he is competitive when it comes to sports Lachlan really doesn’t like confrontation, insult him right to his face and you’ll either get a bemused shrug or just ignored all together. Loch can come across as weak at times because he is so unwilling to defend himself, but insult his family or friends and its a different story altogether. Lachlan is a loyal friend and can be relied upon when the going is both good and bad. However although Lachlan values his friends over just about everything else he needs to remind himself to let them know that. Because loch is so laid back it can sometimes come across like he just doesn’t care.
Normally Loch is good-natured, friendly and has a good sense of humour. He strives to be honest in his relationships and rarely lies even if it means putting himself in an unconfutable situation. Loch has been know to hurt the feelings of others, this is never his intention but sometimes he can just be way too honest Lachlan does sometimes wish he was more spontaneous and impulsive, but although he has tried he just cant seem to manage it. Lachlan doesn’t plan enough ahead to change his plans too often and unless he has a friend encouraging him to do other wise he tends just to go with the flow and normally sticks to the rules. Lachlan is sometimes viewed as a bit of a wet blanket, he doesn’t like breaking the rules unless its for something he really believes in and when his friends decide to d some rule breaking he’ll normally be the one to try and talk them out of it, with varying success.
Since finding out he is a wizard Lachlan’s eyes have been opened to things he didn’t believe were possible in his wildest dreams. Although not normally an academic he relishes in learning and using new spells even if the theory behind them isn’t quite so appealing. Lachlan’s academic abilities are fairly average; he isn’t dim at all but doesn’t stand out as a particularly talented student. As far was wizardry goes Lachlan only has one unusual skill (apart from Quidditch) and that is wordless spells, his spells are no more powerful than anyone else’s and there are subjects like Herbology and Transfiguration that he just cant get as well as most of the others but if there is a spell he can do you can be almost certain he can do it with out muttering the incantation out loud.
To say Lachlan feels special that he is the first in his family to have any magical ability would be an understatement; he still finds it hard to wrap his head around the differences in his life between now and before his eleventh birthday. When Loch goes home he still works by his father side on the trawler like he always has done, even though he carry’s a wand very little in his home life has changed and if you ask him he will tell you that that changing is one of his biggest fears.
History: Lachlan can still remember the day his letter came like is was yesterday. It was a Sunday night and he had been sitting in the living room of his home with his whole family. His sisters had been playing with some dolls on the floor, his grandmother had been knitting a new jumper for his youngest sister and his parents had been discussing something while sitting in the couch before the fire. Lachlan had been sitting in the window ledge staring out at the moon reflecting off the ocean. He had been dozing off when a sudden flash of grey obscured his view, so shocked by the sudden appearance of what had seemed to be a tall and gaunt looking man had cause the young Lachlan to tumble backward from his place. The man who had turned out to be a wizard had informed Lachlan that he too was a wizard and explained the impactions to both him and his family.
Lachlan comes from the Scottish island Islay. His father’s family have lived there for as long as anyone can remember. They live in a small fifteenth century cottage situated by a rocky cove overlooking the ocean. It is quiet and beautiful and all Lachlan had ever known. Their family has never had much money and often seems to be doing it hard, there is always enough to make ends meet, enough for food and other necessities but never more than what is needed.
Lochs father john, like all the men of the family is a fisherman, it was to be Lachlan’s future to work on the trawler with his father and eventually take over but Lachlan was no ordinary child, from the time when he was only a few years old strange thing began to happen around him. When loch was only three years old his grandmother insisted that he be fed spinach, she was determined to make the boy eat it but strangely enough when ever she attempted to make Loch eat the stuff she would drop the spoon, as if it were made of butter she just couldn’t hold onto it when ever it got with in a few inches of the infants face, loch would simply laugh and watch as the sequence repeated itself.
Katie, Lachlan’s little sister has no magical ability’s, she cried when she didn’t get her letter and Lachlan feels bad that he has something she has not. Surprisingly Katie feels no contempt toward her older brother and their relationship remains strong. It is unknown if Matilda, the youngest of the family has any magical ability, thus far she hasn’t shown any but the stories her older brother brings home keep her hopeful. Lachlan has a lot of love for his little sisters and misses them when he is at school. When he comes home for the holidays he always brings them back small gifts, weather it be chocolate frogs or butter beers.
RP Sample : I decided to do the sorting post J
The thunder boomed and the sound reverberating around the great hall made a small group of first years clustered in the centre walkway jump in fright. Ripped away from their homes and their parents the group of eleven year olds seemed so timid and unsure in comparison to the older students that stared at them in eager anticipation. Muggleborns and purebloods alike stood with the same look of awe on their faces as their eyes moved around the grand hall. Above them golden candles floated silently casting a warm glow of light on those standing beneath and colourful banners of red yellow blue and green hung overhead representing their houses. The floor was glistening marble and the four long tables of hard dark wood dominated the room. At the front of the hall was another table filled with the professors, each more strangely attired than the next. And in the centre sat an old man with a long silver beard and kind intelligent face, the head master, Dumbledore.
In amongst the throng of first years stood a boy, he was possibly the tallest there. His long gangly frame poking more than a head above most of the other students around him. Like the other first years he was soaked to the bone, proof that the thunder and lighting outside was more than just a light show. His thick dark hair clung sodden to his scalp and his faded out second hand robes dipped soundlessly onto the marble floor. Many of the first years shivered, most from cold and others from fear but Lachlan did not. The skinny boy was used to the cold and he felt everything but fear surrounded by such marvellous wonders.
The man with he long silver beard announced that the sorting was to begin in a voice so warm and rich he seemed to fill the room, Lachlan gazed at the man filled with curiosity and questions and for the briefest of moments Lachlan thought their eyes met. Almost as soon as the tall bearded man turned away he noticed an ancient looking hat on a small plain wooden stool. Suddenly with out the slightest warning the hat sprung to life and its rasping voice boomed out trough the hall, this time Loch did jump, who ever herd of a singing hat?
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
When the hat had finished its song Lachlan simply stared at it dumbfounded. Loch was a muggle born, he had been giving a taste of the wizarding word when he and his family had purchased his school supplies but never had he thought there would be anything like this hat. Lachlan’s mind raced over what the hat had said. Four houses, one for the brave, one for the patient and true, another for the wise and the last for those of cunning, what were they called again? Loch had already forgotten, and which would he be placed in? Was he even any of those things? As the boys mind rased the head master called out names and each child would cautiously sit upon the stool.
“Essie James!” the head master called and a girl surprisingly at ease with prospect of being sorted sprung forth, she smiled in a crooked way and in the same rasping voice as before the sorting hat bellowed “Slytherin!” Loch watched her descend, ‘and so that girl was cunning’ he thought to himself silently. “Barty Crouch!” the head master called and a slightly less confident boy stepped forward. He was soon sorted into Ravenclaw. And so on it went, the sorting hat called out its decisions and the group of first years got smaller and smaller and then finally “Lachlan Moore!” Loch swallowed hard and took a deep breath, absentmindedly has hand lifted and he pushed it through his hair. With eyes on the strange hat Lachlan made his way to the stood, almost there he moved up the few steps to the platform in front and to his horror one of his feet caught on the upper most step. The gangly boy came down to earth with a splat. Mortified Lachlan scrambled to his feet and plonked himself down upon the too small stood. All to aware of the giggling around him and the patter of water dripping from his school robes Lachlan watched the head master place the hat upon his head ‘am I brave? True? Cunning? Witty?’ Loch didn’t know he tried to think of instances when he had been those things but all to soon the hat was on his head and into his mind, something told the boy that this strange hat would know, even if he did not.
