JÄRVINEN, waldemar yrjö

[waldemar]

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What can be found in a name:
Waldemar Yrjö Järvinen
'Yrjö' is basically the Finnish version of 'George'. Now he's come to live in the UK, Waldemar usually introduces himself by George as to blend in quicker and easier.
When the day I was born:
July 12 1958 (17 years old)
The Angels screamed:
Evelina Järvinen (née Vanhanen)
Mark Järvinen
And Hell shut its doors:
Elder brother: Aleksi Järvinen (three years older: 20)
While creatures retreated:
None (yet?)
To depths unknown:
Pureblood (Finnish)

I hide from them:
Outside (used to a lot of nature and very much liking the scenery), in front of the fire, library
Be who they want to see:
Waldemar's built is rather slender and graceful (though not feminine per se!). It happens to be a feature of his family (mother's side), his brother has the same sort of built, although he is more into sports and has gotten rid of his slenderness in that way.
'George''s hair's dark blonde and just brushes his ears in a very decent haircut. Some would say it seems brown in certain lights, but in essence it's really just a dark blonde colour which gets lighter in summer (as he tends to be outside a lot, so he catches his share of sun). His eyes are of a blueish grey that's also obviously inherited (from his father, this time). They can seem relatively stern, and though they seem to warm up when he smiles, they're always relatively coolish.
Clotheswise, Waldemar has always been taught to dress decently, sharply, but not so that he will stand out too much (unless that is the intention). When in classes (etc.) he always wears his Hogwarts uniform and it is always spotless. As a child, Waldemar was often scorned for staining his clothes because he loved going outside too much, so he's learned to make sure he looks impeccable at all times. During leisure hours, he dresses in comfortable, but expensive clothing which is tailored specifically for him, usually in earthly tones or greys. You'd think Waldemar would feel trapped in his clothing, but he doesn't see it like that - he's used to it.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Although his brother is more extrovert than he is, Waldemar is by no means introvert. Not at all. He's had a strict pureblood upbringing and his parents (well, the govenesses) always taught him never to feel insecure about himself, as he was rich, smart and (just to sum it all up) powerful. Had Waldemar been a different boy, he might have ended up a horribly snobbish boy. In stead, it made him confident. Not overly confident (he's learned a thing or two by watching his brother's errors), but he knows when he's right and when he can speak up - because Waldemar will speak up when needed.
Because of his status, he doesn't always make friends easily. Loads of his 'playmates' were just arranged by his parents with other pureblood Finnish parents and were, first and foremost, a way to do business. Under the age of ten, they really were playmates to Waldemar, but after that, he began to understand their parents weren't just friends, but business partners, and that they expected their children to be acquaintances and partners in the future. This changed the whole idea of 'playmate'. Not that Waldemar hated it, not at all, he's quite a social being, but through the years, he's learned children can not be 'matched' to be playmates in the sense of future business partners. Friends are people you trust and tell your secrets to, so he is careful whom he selects and doesn't spill his secrets all over the place.
Intelligence is one of Waldemar's more noticable features (he's not sorted into Ravenclaw for nothing). You can almost read it off of his face, simply because (most of the time) he looks incredibly pensive. Before he makes decisions, he always thinks it over at least two or three times to make sure there are no loopholes or errors in his reasoning. His intelligence sometimes holds back his impulsiveness, unless he is with his friends and he knows he doesn't have to think twice about the words on his lips - he trusts them.
Besides all this, the youngest Järvinen is incredibly fond of nature. In Finland, they used to have a manor with a forest with a lake attached and when there were no other obligations, he could be away the entire day, walking or swimming. Nature gave Waldemar what his social environment couldn't: a place to be himself without worrying about prejudice.
This soulless being:
+ Forests
+ Swimming (especially in lakes and, surprisingly, especially skinny dippinh)
+ Solving puzzles (but not so much solving people, as that always warrants for unwelcome surprises)
+ Observing people (sometimes, people find him unnerving)
+ Horror and mystery stories (amusing)
+ Detective stories (puzzles, puzzles..)
+ Dragonflies
+ Charms (lots of room for inventing new ones and combining things - fun!)
+ Nighttime (when everyone's quiet he has a chance of being alone with his thoughts (plus people are fun to watch when they sleep ))
Is just as lost:
- Dusty rooms (though the library is an exception)
- Coffee
- COMC (he sometimes has trouble predicting what a creature will do)
- Snobbish people (especially the way they flaunt their riches, sure, he wears expensive clothing, but that's because they're tailored well and the fabrics are of high quality, not just for the sake of wearing something expensive)
- Violence (Waldemar tends to try and make peolpe's ego crumble with words rather than with fists)
- Alcohol (it makes people reckless and act like idiots)
- Incense (especially heavy scents impede his breathing)
As everyone else:
+ Herbology (nature, huzzah!)
+ Making decisions logically
+ Pretending (a common feature of purebloods, I suppose)
+ Potions (good at observing the immediate effects when ingredients are added and intelligent to know what to do when the substance doesn't react the way he wants it to)
+ Keeping friends (once he has them, he doesn't leave them so easily)
+ Organised
+ Confident when he needs to be
In a world that knows only hate:
- COMC
- Trusting people at first sight/making friends
- Speaks English rather well for a foreigner who just moved there, but still makes mistakes occasionally and can't stand it (especially colloquial conversations are difficult for him)
- Mess makes him fussy
- Can seem cool or heartless to the people who don't know him
- Can't fly to save his life (his brother's got the sporty genes)
- Secretly a bit of a romantic, though he always brushes it off with nonchalance (and sometimes fails) - when he likes someone, he really falls rather hard (and the disappointment when it's over is worse because of this)
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
* Waldemar suspects he's gay (or at least bi). Has dated a girl or two and didn't dislike them, but didn't really feel any sexual attraction. Blames it on his age, mostly, though part of him knows he's just trying to find an excuse.
* Pretends he hates it his brother will take over the family business. Honestly? He can't be arsed.

They left me to die:
Loads of people spread throughout Finland and Denmark..
On a bed of roses:
Loads of people spread throughout Finland and Russia..
Blood seeping through:
Some great-grand-uncle-someone on his father's side was probably politically incorrect in Russia during World War II.
Plus, of course, the fact that Waldemar is probably gay - but they don't know it yet (and always have Aleksi to produce heirs..).
The satin sheets of fame:
Pretty damn well to do.
What a bitter story of love:
Waldemar was born three years after his elder brother (Aleksi). His parents had agreed on having only two kids, so Evelina gave up on having any more daughters. She'd have liked a baby girl, but well.. fate had already decided for her. Mark was rather glad they only had sons (as marrying girls off isn't always easy, plus rather expensive).
The Järvinen were a pureblood family from Finland and because of this, the upbrining of their children was mostly up to govenesses and teachers. Aleksi and Waldemar had more than enough attention, from their parents too, really, but (as Waldemar observed once he started reading fairy tales) it was never the way it was in the books. They were never the close, loving family (an ideal sort of family which Waldemar would've liked to have), but there was always some sort of pretence. Either there were guests or there were servants around (House Elves weren't as commonly used in Finland as in the UK) and although father and mother expressed their love often (and not just through presents – Evelina even read her children their bedtimestories herself), it still felt different to the youngest of the two brothers.
Still, he had a happy childhood. They lived in a large manor with a patch of forest with a lake attached. They could do whatever they wanted. Horsebackriding (though Waldemar wasn't as good at it as his brother), flying (idem), playing a variety of musical instruments, wandering through the forest and swimming in the lakes (more Waldemar's cup of tea).. Everything seemed possible and although Aleksi and Waldemar were homeschooled, their parents made sure to invite business partners and their children more often than not, so the boys were never really lonely when they needed someone to play the dragon while they were knights and those kinds of things. Waldemar still remembers his home in Finland fondly and he loves his parents and brother, even though he doesn't agree with them most of the time. This was just the way it went in his social environment, it was the way pureblood children were brought up and, let's be honest, he really had been happy.
As he grew older, he longed for a friend to talk to, and found that the playmates his parents had arranged for him weren't really friend-material. As a result, he excused himself from social obligations more often to study or wander through the forest that surrounded their house. Waldemar's parents allowed him to do so, not wanting to push their son (as long as he did attend some parties etc. every once in a while) and besides.. Aleksi was their heir, after all.

When Voldemort's power began to grow, his parents began to feel threatened. Sure, they were pureblood, but didn't agree with Voldemort's ideas and didn't want their sons to be corrupted. They were close to Russia which was (honestly) a country that harboured a rather large number of dark wizards and part of Waldemar's father's family did join Voldemort. All this helped Mark Järvinen make the decision to move to the UK – wasn't Voldemort afraid of Dumbledore, the famous wizard who had defeated Grindelwald, after all?
They settled in Wales, bought a manor there. It wasn't as spacious concerning the grounds as their last home, something which made Waldemar a tad homesick, but as he was soon shipped off to Hogwarts (situated in beautiful Scotland), his homesickness was soon suppressed.
Waldemar was sorted into Ravenclaw and enrolled at the start of November, several months late. During these months, he and Aleksi had been drilled to improve their English (though it was mostly formal English) and Waldemar's parents trusted that their son was intelligent enough to catch up with the few months he'd missed, anyway. So there's Waldemar, dumped in the last empty bed in the dorm where (incidentally) Kane Montague also resides, as they're in the same year.

He held the door open, smiling a little, and the girl giggled at him before slipping through, closer than Waldemar had expected. 'George' raised an eyebrow, looking at the girl as she walked over to her seat and to her friends and then straightened his jacket before walking in himself. The girl was talking to her friends and giggling a bit. For goodness sake. He'd only been polite, hadn't he? Though, of course, he should've expected students being curious about him, he was new, after all, and the school wasn't that large, so he stuck out like a sore thumb. Well, Waldemar was determined not to let it get to him, he had enough to catch up with as it was. Not showing any nerves at all, he walked to the teacher's desk with a straight back and long, proud strides.
"Professor MacGonagall, I presume?" he asked in a low, but clear voice as he extended his hand. "George Järvinen, I've only just transferred." The woman looked up and Waldemar smiled a little; she made him remember one of his old govenesses who'd been strict but just - he could only hope she was the same.
"I'm here to collect the assignments I've missed," he said, after the introduction was over. "Oh, yes, I have them here - I espected you to come see me," the professor answered, obviously pleased by the fact he took initiative, and while she rummaged through a pile of parchment, Waldemar took his chance to look around. He recognised no one. Sometimes, a boy would seem familiar to him and make him wonder if they shared a dorm, but then (at a second glance) they'd be wearing a completely differint uniform from his. Mentally shaking his head to himself, he focussed on the teacher again, who'd managed to produce a vast pile of parchments for him to read. Great. Good thing the weather was getting worse, or he would've regretted all those hours he was going to have to spend in the library.

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