Reid Holland

@reid
Gender: Male
Height: Average

Blood status: Halfblood
Raised in: Mixed
Home: Unlisted in Residential Areas.

Boggart: [pending]

Patronus: Unknown
Progress Report - Reid Holland (age 10 - 11)

Reid has shown himself to be a model student in the past; bright and incredibly eager to learn. He was a joy to have in class. Polite and always kind to others. Unfortunately, this year, there is a markedly difference in Reid; a noticeable decline in his grades that we have not seen rise again.

We have reached out several times to discuss the speech and reading issues we have come across. There has been no response. He is oppositional. Antagonistic towards some of the other children. If we do not see improvement, we will have to move forward with corrective action.

He moved on the next year, after receiving a letter. His grades have improved significantly. A focus on something that he genuinely enjoyed; magic. Away from home most of the year, he is comfortable. But his attitude had not changed much. A stutter was prevalent, when he walked the halls of Hogwarts -- a sore spot that preteens liked to pick on.

Reid acted out in the beginning, but quickly learned that he preferred to have his privileges at school over pushing the other kids around.

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Progress Report - Reid Holland (age 15)

Reid’s performance at Hogwarts improved more and more every year. He excels at being a diligent student. Though he has been friendless for the majority of his time in the school, he prefers it that way.

Or so he portrays. Always alone. Always at the corner table. He pushes people away. Snips at those who might say something towards him that he doesn't like him. His knees bounce, and his quill taps on his papers during class. Reid is energy-bound and tightened into someone trying to subdue themselves.
Father: a wizard born from Muggles. A fierce and intelligent soul. He grows to leave the Muggles behind, and immerse himself in Magic. It is beauty that is unknown and all surrounding. He studies hard in school -- learns all that he can, and makes many friends. He finds a job within the magical world. Finds a life. A wife.

Mother: a woman born without magic. Her intelligence came in other ways than the wizards. And a kindness that was deeper than most. Heavy with empathy, she made her magic in other ways -- with paint on a canvas. She loved the wizard for who he was, but didn’t care much for another world she wouldn’t fit into.

A boy, Reid, is born first. He inherits both his mother's fixation with art, and the intelligence that his father favored. He carries a paintbrush, and walks, before they expect him to. He is happy.

Two years pass, and a girl arrives. Beautiful and sharp, in her looks, like their father. She has a quick wit, and speaks more than her brother. Another year; another girl. She's mischievous and funny -- the only one who really gave them a run for their money.

They all grow in their own ways. Different flowers and vines blooming in that place. Though the children are happy, their parents struggled behind closed doors. They kept the worst of their money troubles from the kids -- the fighting was in whispers and burning glances. Reid had any idea.

Reid's a fast learner; a smart boy who rarely had an issue getting through school work. The kids went to a public, Muggle school. He made friends, and he helped take care of his sisters at home. He followed his mum like a puppy around her art studio. For a long time, he didn't show any signs of magic; never sparkled or accidentally sent something flying.

Then Reid turned 9.

Something shifted.

There was a monster under his bed. He no longer remembers it cleared, but since then a fear of the dark took over. Of the void that the absence of light could bring to a room -- the unknown, and the hurt, that could happen in those shadowed corners.

He slept with the light of the hallway on. Discomfort replaced the happiness in him. His art turned gloomier, and his grades dropped.

Reid withdrew from his family, and questions went unanswered. School called home frequently. Yet he can't sit still, and won't listen. He pushes the other kids around. Did something happen?

And it continued this way, until a letter arrived for him him. His father had a confused look on his face; he hadn’t expected this. Not an inkling of magic, as far as they knew. Not a whisper of it in the air from their eldest boy, and yet here was the proof of otherwise.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; mistakes were never made with these type of things.

Reid's mother cried over him, flitting over the scarf around his neck and the scared look on his face. She turned to his father, again and again -- unsure if she should be sending her only boy, and all of his fears, away from her. But the wand had chosen him, and Reid had fallen in love. The power that piece of wood felt like in his hands.

Yet the first year was hard.

Reid didn’t fit in. The stutter, tripping and falling over his words any time someone asked him a question too directly. Being laughed at by the other kids. It was the beginnings of a boy wrapping tape around himself to keep the emotive energy controlled. He pushed and fought with the other kids, and he was punished -- then privileges taken.

Knowing why his wand chose him, and rooms where he learned what magic it was capable of, were far more important than the venting explosion of his outward anger. He found a way to get a handle on it; use other outlets. 

Second year was better. The summer spent with his family reminded him of the safety felt within the walls of Hogwarts -- of the comfort of having constant light, from the moon or otherwise, within the boys' dorms. The wonder of magic, and all it could give to him. Protection. Comfort. He didn’t act out much anymore, but he never made friends; kept himself at a distance, apprehensive of mean words that could be sprouted.

Reid devoured everything he could about the new world he belonged to. Yet his third year at school was the loneliest. He excelled in schoolwork, but fell far behind his peers and their friends. His Boggart was revealed that year -- and the darkness of it all came flooding back in full force. His fear of the dark exposed, Reid pushed his peers away harder than ever.

He almost didn’t come back; almost fell apart that summer.

But fourth year was better. He learned more, he talked more, and he almost made friends. He always avoided the loudest of them -- and always kept his energy in the smallest bubble he could. His knees bounced beneath his school desk, and the people around him tsked over the rapid sounds of his quill during note-taking. Hyper-activity masked him heavily.

Last summer was hot, especially on concrete. 5th year arrived differently. Reid grew taller; budding into something more than the boy who was afraid of the dark. He'd lay in his bed, with his wand in his hands -- wondering if he truly felt the thrumming of the magic in it’s core, and the marvel that its wood was carved of.