DIGGORY, amos patroclus

[Amos Patroclus Diggory]

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What can be found in a name:
Amos Patroclus Diggory
When the day I was born:
12th April 1958
The Angels screamed:
Patroclus Diggory - Ministry of Magic - Department of Tourism
Bromelia Diggory (née Stroup) - Salon Owner [Muggle]
And Hell shut its doors:
None
While creatures retreated:
A tawny barnowl (rather unreliable on sending letters on time) called Calliope
To depths unknown:
Halfblood

I hide from them:
- Quidditch Pitch
- Three broomsticks with his friends
- Hufflepuff Common Room/Dormitory with nameless pretty girls
Be who they want to see:
Amos isn't what some people would call handsome, but he is good looking in a rather conventional way. He has dark hair that he keeps short despite the recent fashions - his mum doesn't want him looking like a 'hippy' and he has to have his hair short for Quidditch anyway. His skin tans easily in the sun and he often has sunburn from hours spent on the pitch. Amos has dark eyes and is often told by girls that they are his best feature. He uses them to the best of his advantage because of that - and often turns on the 'sparkle' in his eyes at will to attract girls. The only thing that takes away from the sultry dark eyes Amos has is his rather goofy grin and laugh that seems to aways be plastered on his face.

Body wise Amos is fortunate. Hours spent flying means that he has a pretty good muscular physique, and he's pretty tall. Amos isn't exactly fashion conscious although he takes pride in his appearance for sure. He is usually seen in his yellow and black muddied-up Quidditch uniform and other team Quidditch jersies that he supports with muggle jeans under his robes. But despite the fact that he's not at the cutting edge of fashion Amos does make sure he wears his clothes with style and considers looking good to be very important. Amos has a lot of scars across his body from various sports accidents but far from being embarrassed about them he wears them with pride - anyway, chicks dig that sort of thing, and aside from sports Amos' next interest in life is girls girls girls.
But that leaves no one:

-Cory Monteith!
To discover that inside:
COMPETITIVE - Amos needs to be the best all the time. He's a perfectionist in that way. Whether it's Quidditch, or his appearance or his schoolwork Amos needs to have it down to a 'T'. But don't get me wrong - he's no geek - he leaves that to the Ravenclaws! Instead Amos just tries his best and knows his own limitations. He can admittedly be a little or a lot pompous whenever he beats off friends but and they do tend to avoid him around exam results time but Amos is a nice guy underneath the show off pompous behaviour, most of the time. Albeit a little overbearing.


SECRETIVE - To the outside world, Amos is your typical happy-go-lucky Hufflepuff with the life his friends would envy. Doing well in class, a steady dating record with pretty (if a little empty-headed) girls, captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team. But Amos is very selective with who he tells anything of importance to. Sure, he tells friends freely about what's happened with any girls he's been with, but he would never in a million years tell them what he really wants. Amos sets himself up with typical empty-headed girls because he knows they will give him the right image, and hide the fact that he is secretly bisexual and prefers to be with guys. The few he has been with however, he hides the secret with his life and feels his reputation would be ruined if anyone found out - so he maintains the pompous, friendly, average womanizer front.

PROTECTIVE - Amos isn't a violent guy, but he is notoriously protective over his family and friends. One wrong word against someone he cares about and he'd happily hex the person into next week, or more preferably beat them to a pulp with his bludger bat. He wouldn't call himself a trouble-maker but he has found himself in a few sticky situations ending in detentions before, be it from defending his house banner to his friends, and although he doesn't go looking for fights he would happily knock someone into next week for insulting someone that Amos loves.

SPORTS-CRAZY - The aforementioned sex and family are obviously important to Amos - but Quidditch was his first love and will always be his greatest. He had his first toy-broom when he was two and before he had learned to run he had learned to hit a bludger. The excitment Amos gets on the Quidditch pitch matches nothing else in life in his opinion, although some things do come close if you know what I mean.. His enthusiasm for the game means that Amos was distraught about losing out on the captainage this year to Jacob Kirke (and hasn't stopped moaning to anyone that will listen about it since). Ideally, Amos' dream-career would be a professional Quidditch player, if only he could convince his father who has a ministry-career mapped out for him.

AMBITIOUS - As you might have been able to tell already, Amos has big dreams. He wants the perfect life, and he won't stop until he gets there. Although Amos won't lie, cheat and steal to get where he wants like some of the ambitious Slytherins he has competed against in his short life he will pretty much try anything else. It means that Amos has been branded a suck-up by some of his fellow students, but he brushes off the criticism with a cheery smile and redoubled efforts - Amos can convince himself that he will have the last laugh once he gets what he wants.
This soulless being:
quidditch
alcohol
girls
boys
looking good
being the best
his family
his friends
the summer
parties
status
Is just as lost:
death eaters
losing
looking weak
cold weather
hangovers
the fear of having his secrets being revealed
clingy girls
people with no ambition
astronomy and divination
slytherins
As everyone else:
- good quidditch player
-ambitious
-charming
-well mannered
-sweet
In a world that knows only hate:
- pompous
-fiercely competitive
-womanizer
-secretive
-short attention-span for anything but quidditch
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Amos is bisexual
His dream is to be a famous Quidditch player when he leaves school, but he's afraid to tell his dad who has a career in the ministry all mapped out for him.

They left me to die:
Two uncles, both muggles and unmarried. His maternal grandparents died when he was little.
On a bed of roses:
His father is an only child, and his paternal grandmother died when his father was young, so he only has Grandpa Diggory.
Blood seeping through:
Amos and his parents believed that his mother's family had no magical blood at all but in reality he has a second cousin once or twice removed on the Muggle side of his family that had some magical blood. At the time the family were horrified by it and covered it up, cutting off that branch of the family, so now even his mother doesn't know she has magical relatives.
The satin sheets of fame:
Not poor, not rich but reasonably well off - upper middle class?
What a bitter story of love:
The Diggory family are the perfect idealised little family. His father had a respectable job in the Department of Muggle Communications at the Ministry whilst his mother juggled working part time at her salon and making sure that her only son had everything he needed to grow up right. Amos was the first born to the Diggory's, the boy they had longed for. Bromelia and Patroclus did want more children, and over the years they tried desperately to have more children but to no avail. As a result, they cherished Amos even more, and by the time he was eleven and received his Hogwarts letter he was more than a little bit spoiled.

Despite having a picture perfect upbringing Amos was always slightly distant from his parents and as he grew up into a teenager he seemed to drift away from his parents even more. He had no real reason to feel uncomfortable with his parents other than the fact that by the time he was around thirteen, the idealistic perfect couple they embodied seemed at odds with what he wanted in a relationship. He had never told his father everything the way he would have confided in his mother and his friends, later, but once Amos knew that he was attracted to boys as much as, or even more than girls he knew he could never be fully honest with Patroclus again. Although Amos knows deep down that his parents do want the best for him he sometimes feels pushed into their perfect career and perfect life, and as though he can't really express what he wants deep down.

Apart from the confusing feelings Amos had experienced in his first few years at Hogwarts overall he began to flourish in the school. He always applied himself in class and made a group of friends he could party and enjoy himself with. He made it onto the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and was made a prefect. Now he's in his seventh year Amos is beginning to feel shaky about leaving the place behind. At Hogwarts, success was measured by popularity, friends, Quidditch, grades - out in the big wide world everything is much more complicated and Amos, though he would never admit it, is terrified. Now he's in his last few months at the school Amos wants to end it with a bang, and to leave his confusing feelings behind him at school while he starts off on his new fulfilling adult life. But obviously that ideal is not always the case, and Amos is about to find out how difficult it really is to achieve.

Under the ground floor of the class room, there lay the basements of the school. In the basements, lay the Hufflepuff common rooms and dormitories. And in the Hufflepuff common room, on a battered brown leather sofa lay seventh year Amos Diggory. He was for once, alone, and he was, not for the first time bored. Usually Amos was surrounded by a lot of people. That's the way he liked it - lots of people, lots of noise, no time to sit around and mope and dwell on his troubling thoughts like some sort of mopey old Slytherin. But tonight he had been seemingly abandoned by all his friends, and on a Friday night for Merlin's sake. The worst time to be alone. There had been a slight scuffle between Amos' usual group of mates and a few Ravenclaw boys yesterday in the corridors, and they had all landed themselves in detention. Amos was fuming - he enjoyed spending his Friday nights with his friends in the Three Broomsticks happily getting sloshed, ever since he had come of age. They had ruined his plans, the idiots. Teddy was usually the one Amos fell back on - his best friend, after all. And Teddy was the good influence, the quiet one who never got detention. Unfortunately, Teddy who never got detention was also Teddy who never went drinking in the Three Broomsticks on a Friday night, even with all the gentle coaxing in the world from a grinning Amos. Hence Teddy had gone to bed, and Amos was annoyed and alone.

He had been practicing Quidditch strategy with small animated balls of paper, one for each player, for the best part of an hour. He levitated them across the table top with furrowed dark eyebrows until he was confident enough that if they stuck to his careful plans, they'd kick Gryffindors arse next week. Then again, paper was obedient when you were levitating them yourself. It was the real Hufflepuff players Amos had to worry about, they were they ones who didn't listen to his brilliant strategy. It bothered Amos immensely how Hufflepuff were always looked over, not just in Quidditch, to favour the Gryffindors. It wasn't his fault naturally. Amos was a good captain, he just had a poor choice when it came to players. Especially Smith. If he could only convince Teddy to play keeper, Teddy was a good flier. Mind you, Teddy was good at everything... Amos shook his head. Stop bloody daydreaming about your mate you prat He berated himself. Evidently staying moping around in the common room was taking a negative toll on Amos. He missed having something to do, lest the troubling thoughts come back. Amos glanced at his watch - it was near eleven. That was past curfew, even for seventh years on a weekend night, but Amos could usually manage to charm any patrolling prefects not to dock housepoints for being out past curfew. He was quite charming even if he did say so himself.

And so, sticking his wand into the back pocket of his light blue Muggle-style jeans and blowing over the useless yet obedient balls of paper, Amos jauntily set out from the Hufflepuff common room. But now where to go. A smell wafting from the kitchens in the next corridor quickly enticed him, and he decided almost instantaneously that he would have a midnight snack. Now that he thought about it, he was starving and as a growing boy and avid Quidditch player, he needed his strength. He quickly ducked into the expansive kitchens, narrowly missing what he assumed to be the retreating back of a patrolling Prefect. Not stopping to check whether they bore a glittering 'P' badge, Amos quickly dodged them, noticing only a long mane of almost glittering blonde hair. It reminded him of Avarei's hair, and at the thought of his ex-girlfriend Amos couldn't help but frown. Avarei had been the only person Amos had let get close to him - he hadn't meant to when they started going out, but he couldn't help but chattering to her and letting down his usual guard. She was so fun and nice and ... for the second time in an hour, Amos shook his head vigourously to rid himself of troubling thoughts. Bloody Ava, what was he thinking of her for? She was just a girl like any other - right? The head shake wasn't working this time, so Amos took a large bite out of a cupcake that he had found and perched on the house-elves amusingly large table. He chewed furiously, as though trying to erase his thoughts.

"Well this is a great Friday night!" He mumbled sarcastically to himself, splaying cupcake crumbs all over his jeans.

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