O'Banion, Aidan

[Aidan O'Banion]

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Eighteen

Male

Straight

Hufflepuff

Half-Blood

Josh Hutcherson

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Aidan Connor O'Banion

So...you want to know everything? Well, the sky is blue, grass is green, chocolate is horrid...Oh, everything about me? I'm really not all that great at these things. I tend to go on long tangents and have a hard time, you know, shutting me mouth. But I figure if Norah can get through this successfully with minimum damage, I could give it a go. First lets start with the basics. Me name is Aidan Connor O'Banion and I'm Irish. I feel like I'm in a self-help group. But before you really get to know me, we have to start all the way at the beginning of me life. So sit back, keep arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, and enjoy the story of Aidan. My family has always lived at least an hour out from Dublin, close enough that me dad can get to work with no delays, but far enough where we weren't thrusted into the big city. Lisa and Connor (me parents) met at Hogwarts. Me mum came from a large pureblooded family in which she had five siblings. She knew the drill when she was sorted, three siblings and every other member of her family having gone before her. So when the hat shouted Hufflepuff she took it with the same bubbly personality she has now. Then there's me dad. He is a muggle born.He was raised in a very religious family with four other siblings and very strict parents. They didn't take the news of his magic well, believing it was the curse of the devil and didn't talk to him more than necessary until he was through his second year at school. Even then, it was awkward. Pretty sure they thought about having an exorcism because we're all spawns of Satan apparently. His sibling divided down the middle. Two sided with me grandparents (we dun see them unless on holidays) and then the other two, Fiona and Michael, were so intrigued by his abilities and stuck to his side.Sorry, getting off track. Anyway, he too was a Hufflepuff one year above me mum and in his last year they dated. And then a few years later Norah popped right on out....I just got a mental image I didn't need. Great word choice there, me. Norah is me older sister, a fiery red head with a personality to match her hair. Well Norah for a while was the only child as she reminded me for the first...No wait, she still reminds me to this day. She claims it was a glorious time, but I know once I was born I made it ten times better. Me mum tried having more kids as she always wanted a large family, but while Norah was growing up, she had two miscarriages. It hit her hard, but I don't know the details there. You know, considering I wasn't bon yet. However, a few years later I came into the picture. Much better word choice than popped out. Norah was at least nine years older than meself. On September 12, 2007, I was born. The most exciting, adorable, miracle child. Obviously.No I'm just kidding. That's one thing you'll learn during this trip: I'm never serious. Except when it comes to me being a cute baby, because I was. I saw the pictures.However, me sister Norah didn't think so because she was jealous of my cuteness. When my parents let her hold me, she dropped me on me head. Yeah it was on the couch and sure she claims it was an accident. But I know she was trying to give me brain damage. Hell, she almost tried to sell me on the muggle internet if Uncle Michael hadn't caught her. Rora took a bit to adjust to life as no longer the only child. Plus, I don't think I helped much growing up. I was always the more mischievous one...until Craig popped out that is. But I did mention how large of a family we were, right? Because we were never a quite family, even before I came into the picture. I have over fifty cousins alone. And that's just first cousins. Me mum was big into family dinner's whenever possible. It stated off as once a week, even Fiona and Michael joining the wizarding family, but somehow it ended up as once a month. Took me mum a while to take that in. She always had this fear of family growing a part, so she always organized the get-togethers. Life was good for a while, quite good actually. Me sister and me aunt use to load me up on magical toys. That is, until Rora learned the danger behind that. It didn't take her long. I once set off ten dung bombs in her room when I was five and she beat me so hard with a pillow that I had no idea they could hurt that bad, and she was forced to sleep on the couch that night. But pretty sure the next day she magically snuck some chocolate in me food. Magic outside of Hogwarts underage is illegal, right? So how come she could poison me for the prank? That or she tricked Craig into doing it, because Conan is even less sneaky than Craig. And that's an accomplishment. Oh, maybe I should mention 'm probably the only person in me family who hates chocolate. Only person in the world, probably, but I'm holding onto a hope that there's someone out there like me. When I was three, the monster was born. Conan. Now I understood why Norah dropped me on me head and tried to sell me. If she thought I was bad with my never ending talking, no one was prepared for Conan. He never stopped screaming for at least a month and a half. It was so hard to sleep. From the beginning I should have known he was a pest. As we grew older, they called Conan a "genius child" being able to recite all the Presidents of the United States by the time he was two. We never even went to the States. So it was just useless information. I was supplied with weapons from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and slowly my target went away from Norah and straight to Conan. Well, mainly because Norah was at Hogwarts except for Holidays. I always saved special pranks for her, however. Like when she decided to bring a boy home for one of our dinners and went to snog him off on their own. Then magically (not because Uncle Michael or dad had planted it there, 'course) I happened upon a dung bomb and went to the very spot I knew she would have taken him. The dungbomb was put to good use and instead of punishing me, me dad just ruffled my hair while Uncle Michael and Uncle William died of laughter in the corner. I'm rambling again, back to Conan. From the beginning Conan and I have budded heads and kept on even to this day, really. We've always been two different personalities. I'm pretty loud, always talking, brash, hardly ever serious, but still pretty loyal to everyone close to me. Conan, however, is colder, more observant, maybe matches me sarcasm, but such a pessimist that thinks he's above everyone else. Or...That's how I always viewed him. I mean, he can have good moments. Sleeping. Two years later however came the final member of the O'Banion clan. Me brother Craig was born when I was seven and a good sixteen years younger than Norah. He was much quieter and cuter than Conan and I adored Craig. Yet if we thought I was the pranker of the family, clearly we weren't prepared for Craig. I taught him everything he knows about a good prank, but he wasn't always as sneaky as me. Though once he did unleash some shoe sticking charms from Weasley's Wizard Weasley's during Christmas and dad's other sister fell straight into the mashed potatoes she was carrying. I laughed, he was whipped. But even Rora was snickering behind me at the sight. Norah left for America at the end of her seventh year at Hogwarts. And no matter how many times we bickered, how many times I pranked her while she slept, I was still closer to her than any of me other siblings. We just had very similar personalities, neither of us being able to shut our mouths which drove ma crazy. She went to Chicago for seven years to study muggles, even moved in with one named Michael. I missed her like crazy, but we kept in contact often. She even came back for a visit here or there and once brought Mark along. He seemed like a pretty decent bloke who cared a lot about me sister, and that was all that really counted. She was happy and how could I dislike someone he made her glow like that? Being a September baby, my birthday made me at least a year older than most of the other students in my year. While I did receive my Hogwarts letter at eleven, when September 12 rolled around, I was twelve. Norah got Gryffindor when she put on the sorting hat. It took my parents by surprise, but honestly? I wasn't shocked. There was no doubt in my head that's where she belonged once I was old enough to understand the sorting process. She was almost as stubborn as I was, though more so, impulsive, and just fit well into Gryffindor. I however, followed my parents footsteps entirely, the only one of my siblings to do so. Before the hat was even on it shouted Hufflepuff. And everyone in my family, including meself, was expecting this result. I might be a bit of a handful but when it came down to it, there was no other house for me. Not even Gryffindor. It was smooth sailing through my Hogwarts years. I was paired with two other Hufflepuff boys as my dormmates and honestly they still remain my best mates.We hit it off quite well from the beginning, leaving chaos in our wake. I got detention quite a few times in just my first two years there, I looked at it like a personal best. It was bliss until Conan came along in my third year, his first. He was sorted into Ravenclaw just as quickly as I was into Hufflepuff and he had the smuggest grin on his face. Because we were both there and ma has this insane fear of our family never speaking, we were forced to have dinner or lunch once every two weeks. And report back to her. Once we tried lying to her but messed up our stories and she sent us both a howler. Conan and I managed from then on. I played a few pranks on him, sometimes got other Ravenclaw students instead that left the tower and hightailed it as fast as I could from the scene of the crime. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. I'd kill for him just like I would for any member of my family without a seconds thought. But sometimes, he just gets under me skin and stays there. Now I love him without a doubt. Doesn't mean I like him. However the summer before my fifth year, things began to happen. I had a few girlfriends that didn't last more than a month and if they did it made it to two. However, all was forgotten when Norah came home. She had been pregnant and was engaged to Mark for sometime. We were all excited for her. Then ma and dad left Ireland and dropped me and me brother off at Uncle Michael's and went to Chicago for a bit. Norah had lost the baby due to a stressful fight with Mark and something to do with our grandmother. She was a wreck and it killed me sitting at home at Uncle Michael's and not being there. I wasn't there for her and it killed me. After what seemed like years, Norah came home with our parents and resumed her old room with an engagement ring missing from her finger. And that was the last I heard of Mark. That summer she played it off like she was fine. She would put on a smile for everyone's benefit but herself and I saw right through it. I had convinced my dad to talk to the headmaster about me staying another week to help with Norah, because in all honesty I was the only one who could get through to her. We just weren't given time alone. So that week I missed the train, the first night I had slipped into her room, where she was curled up in a ball, and held my sobbing sister until her breaths evened. I never want to see her like that again, she was so hard on herself when she didn't need to be and it broke me heart. I couldn't leave for school on time when I knew she was broken like that. But a couple months later, Mark appeared back on the scene, which in my opinion was a brave move considering all I wanted to do was kill the guy only a few months prior. I hated seeing me sister in all that pain knowing he just let her leave like that. But whatever happen before he went back to the states left my sister pregnant again. Now my sister had already been pregnant once and lost the baby and I could never bare to see my sister in that state again. He offered her marriage again, but Rora turned him down. I dunno, I started to feel bad for the guy. Over in the states, it's not like he can see his son much. Nine months late me sister gave birth to a boy named Tomas Aidan O'Banion, Tommy for short. I spoil that child rotten. I mean really, me sister brings him along when she teaches at Hogwarts over the school year and I spent the majority of my time playing with the little one than I do studying. Now 'm about to enter me seventh year at Hogwarts and my career path...has taken a drastic turn. I spent a lot of time in Norah's office last semester pacing her floor (and now her room). I have this constant voice shouting in my head (Which sounds like Craig for some reason) telling me that this might not be the path for me, that maybe I should pick something other than an Auror. After I did so well on me OWLs, I thought I was set. I had everything planned. But now...I dunno. I keep going back to this one option and this one option only, and even when I try to shake it out of me head it just comes back even stronger. After years on the Hufflepuff quidditch team and playing other sports here and there, I've always found meself drawn to sports. And god knows I can't shut me mouth to save me life, it's the O'Banion curse...though I view it as a gift. But I've been tossing the idea around of going into reporting in the sports department....A huge jump, I know. But the more I think about it...The more I'm doubting the career path I have now and wanting that one. But for now, I'm entering me last year at Hogwarts with Louis by my side. I've got a year to plan out the rest of me life, so why not enjoy it while it lasts? Plenty of pranks to cause, all me siblings at Hogwarts to annoy. Oh, did I mention me brother Craig is a second year Gryffindor now? I was the good, star child and stayed in me parents house. So 'm obviously the favorite. But now...bring on year seven. Bay Twenty-Two GMT

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