Gregory Alexander Mimbs

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GREGORY ALEXANDER MIMBS !
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
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[/b] Being muggleborn himself, his entire family and a good chunk of his friends are muggles. He could never understand the prejudice against them; they were just people too.
+Wizards Chess- Having always been a fan of the game before Hogwarts, Greg was amazed when he sat down with his roommate and watched as the pawns beat one another to fragments of dust. During his seventh year Greg was elected captain of the wizard’s chess team after having been a member since his third year.
+Thunderstorms- The natural beauty of a good storm has always captivated Greg’s attention. As a boy he and his father would camp out in their living room during a good storm and watch out the front window while drinking a cup of hot chocolate.
+Quidditch- Despite being terrible at the sport himself, Greg has always fancied the Chudley Canons and insists that victory pends on the horizons for the team.
+Cigarettes Smoking is a habit that Greg has never been able to quit. He picked it up from his father. [/ul]
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[/b] Greg never understood the significance of blood purity. It never mattered to him and as long as someone could hold a wand then how did lineage affect their ability?
+Jefferson Roberts- Jefferson Roberts is his younger sister’s new husband. He’s an unemployed, beer-bellied, moron who was kicked out of acting school and Greg has labeled him a complete deadweight despite his sister’s happiness. He doesn’t fair well with Jeff and is praying for the day of their divorce.
+Bright, Neon, Colors- Both magical and muggle alike, Greg always sees young girls in bright colors that hurt his sensitive eyes. Intense lights also bother him and tend to give Greg headaches.
+Spiders- Greg suffers greatly from arachnophobia and cringes as the thought of eight, squiggling legs. The little beasts make his blood turn to cold sludge. He believes his fear to stem from the time his sister locked him in the basement after a fight.
+Cake- With the exception of ice cream Gregory isn’t into cake or anything sweet at all and finds sweets to disagree with his stomach.[/ul]
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[/b] Though both his mother and sister insist that this is a completely negative trait and that Greg needs to just ‘grow up’, Mimbs is actually quite fond of his sarcasm. In fact it’s one of the few things he likes about himself.
+Academics- Gregory has a terribly sharp mind and not much can get past him. He enjoys learning new things and visiting new places. Everything has an answer and he’s more than willing to devote his time to finding it.
+Open Minded- Despite his rational perspectives on life Gregory is open to any other thoughts and opinions and enjoys discussing them. He, from time to time, believes in the unexplainable and delights in it.[/ul]
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[/b] The proper time and place does not tend to register within Greg’s mind and he always has a most insistent urge to correct anyone with a minor slip up.
+Sluggish/Lazy/Messy- Greg likes to stay up late and sleep in until noon. He is never in any rush to complete any task (except a deadline for work) and is organized in his own ‘special’ way which concludes of an entire lack of organization and messy piles sprawled out across his desk.
+Quidditch- Anything even remotely athletic falls out of Greg’s reach. He’s too busy trying to train his mind rather than his body.[/ul]
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[/b] As a child Greg stayed up late one Halloween and viewed a rather cheesy and low budget horror flick that depicted cursed pumpkins turning into savage, blood thirsty mutants that would ensnarl the innocent in their vines and suffocate them to death. Plus the carvings always struck him as odd and terrifying and Halloween at Hogwarts, needless to say, has always been a bit of a nightmare for him. [/ul]
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Gregory Mimbs is a self-proclaim intellectual. He is always immersing himself in facts and truth and will search for an honest answer no matter what it entails. He’ll correct anyone, anywhere on a simple slip of the tongue. At times Greg can come off as an obnoxious know-it-all but he has only the best intentions and does not like to see others walk off in ignorance. He’s is normally very down to earth. Perhaps his favorite quality that he possesses would be that of sarcasm. He is terribly sarcastic and almost always means it as a joke. He enjoys teasing and picking on all of his students and does not play favorites; his mockery of course comes off in thick sarcasm but every now and then a student or two will crack a smile. Often his tells his classes, “Don’t be afraid to think, I promise it won’t kill you.” At first it may appear that Gregory is rather apathetic towards his students and cares little for them, but with more time spent in the classroom it becomes apparent how much he does, in fact, care despite how he may act. He has often stayed late in the office tutoring or consoling his students. Gregory is sluggish and though motivated by curiosity can also just sit in his office for hours reading his favorite collection of muggle stories (his favorite being Sherlock Holmes, Dragon Riders of Pern, and his childhood favorite The Boxcar Children). Overall he is kind but observant and expects his students to do their best and to work hard. The greatest struggle Greg faces is breaking his smoking habit, something he isn’t fond of attempting any time soon. He will sneak a cigarette in his office or out by the Black Lake after hours. On occasion Greg does not know when to keep his mouth shut and is blunt. He isn’t afraid to blurt the truth and refuses to dance around it. He is easily perturbed and cannot handle stress well despite coming off as a calm individual making him appearing immature. Concerning his sister he is quite protective and loathes her husband from the very bottom of his heart. He is loyal to those dear to him and won’t tolerate their humiliation and/or hurt. He hates when muggles and muggleborns are looked down upon; he fails to understand the prejudice surrounding them and refuses any explanation offered.

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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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Average in height and weight at first appearance Gregory does not seem a particularly striking man. He is plain and ordinary with a similar personality to match. He does clean up nicely and can come off as moderately handsome. When in the office he dresses professionally in navy blue robes that cut off at his feet and do not trail along the floor; but on a weekend or when out as a chaperone in Hogsmeade he will wear dark jeans with a solid color sweater. During the winter months his favorite jacket is a black trench coat with large pockets (best to stuff a cartoon of cigarettes in). Often he’ll smell of smoke, coffee, and/or soap. His hair is of medium length and is naturally messy. He has black, square-framed reading glasses that often sit smudged on his desk. In all honesty Gregory isn’t much into fashion and wears simple clothing without many patterns.

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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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Gregory A. Mimbs was born to muggles Janice and Alfred on a sweltering summer evening. The air conditioning in the delivery room had broken and the birth was difficult and exhausting. Weighing in at a grand nine pounds his parent’s fatigue soon gave way to joy. To the new parents nothing out of the ordinary seemed to surround their baby boy, he was healthy and had quite the pair of lungs on him. He grew like the other children in the neighborhood and had a fantastic time in kindergarten. It wasn’t until Gregory was five and his sister, Irene, was born that odd things started to occur. It is thought that his newfound jealousy towards the ‘imposing’ babe had triggered the magical capabilities within the boy; when his parents would coo at Irene the mobile would start to spin fast above the crib. The device would shake violently and come near to breaking when suddenly, as soon as his parent’s attention had been diverted, it stopped. A skeptic, unlike her husband who insisted the house was haunted, Janice believed there to be something else at the root of their problem.

Eventually Gregory also began to adore his sister and for a year or so things settled back into normalcy. But when Irene started school, because of her shy nature, she was an easy target for bullies; she was especially a mark for those who Greg had inadvertently irritated through acting like a smart ass. When she was verbally assaulted, and once pushed roughly to the ground, Greg would always fight back in her defense. Just when he was about to get his butt handed back to him on a silver platter something strange would always transpire. With a loud crack the perpetrators would be ambushed by a falling branch nicking them in the head, back, or shoulder. Or other times a hoard of bees (or other nasty insects) would abruptly appear and swarm about the bullies until their flailing forms crested the horizon.

Poor Gregory was not just showing signs of magic when emotionally disturbed; suddenly just sitting in the living room the cushions near him would lift in midair and float. Alfred nearly had a heart attack when he found his son attempting to leap off of the coach into the air to snatch the pillows down. When Gregory’s eleventh birthday drew near there was a knock on the front door. His mother was semi-flustered at the stern woman on the stoop; her emerald orbs and pointy hat struck the woman as most peculiar. But it was soon explained, hundreds of times in fact as little Gregory could simply not grasp the concept of magic, that he was a wizard and it would be in his best interest to explore an education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The woman introduced herself as Professor Minerva McGonagall; she instructed the subject of transfiguration. The pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place.

Boarding the train had been a difficult feat for Gregory; he watched the fading forms of his parents and sister with tear-brimmed eyes. As eager as he was for the knowledge that was bound to overwhelm him, Greg would dearly miss his family. But his sorrow quickly evaporated when another boy, named Max, entered his compartment in an attempt to escape from another first year girl (Scary Mary as she would later be dubbed) that would not stop prattling on about her cat’s digestive problems. The boy had an air of undeniable grandeur about him and was quite was playfully cheeky. The two caught on quite well and were both sorted into Ravenclaw.

For the first two years of his magical education Gregory struggled to warp his brain around everything. He started to favor the subjects of potions and charms but during his later years developed affection for ancient runes. A passion soon infected his mind. While Max flew circles about the Quidditch pitch, a rising star for Ravenclaw, Gregory was a master at the game of Wizard’s chess. He slew any foe and during his final year became captain. He had had a brief relationship with a girl named Marilyn Quigley (Scary Mary), but it lasted no more than a month and a half. During that brief reign of terror she often would lurk in the corridors and randomly spring at Greg, body slamming him to the ground. She did not kiss but licked. Greg was quite petrified and broke it off rather poorly in an awkward and flustered fashion. She has yet since forgiven him and has ‘cursed’ him to live in an eternal doom. She then proceeded to bite him. His nerves had already been shaken enough by select Gryffindors that often mocked him for his brainy attitude.

After graduation Gregory knew he wanted to do something with his most beloved topic, ancient runes. Unsure of where exactly to begin he started off for a year at the ministry as an errand boy; often he scuttled about the office bringing coffee to those in need and filed away papers and cleaned workplaces. Eventually, because of his love of education, Gregory knew his path to be that of instruction. But it would not be easy and he first needed to garner more experience. For the next two years he spent his time as a reporter for the Daily Prophet and wrote a column depicting historical events and anything recent that connected to them. He often got to travel about the globe to report on new findings and occurrences. Frustrated he left the paper and for another four years worked with the ministry once more in the Department of Magical Education. He started off small, studying beneath those at a higher place but worked his way up. Soon he assisted giving exams and even began to create some of them himself. During this time he worked towards a license in teaching, and dealt with vigorous study and examinations and work. At last he was passed and was a qualified individual. When he first applied to Hogwarts he was denied a job, until a year later when another teaching position had unexpectedly opened; ancient runes. Applying for a second time he was accepted at 31.

Sadly his sister at the time had begun dating Jefferson. Neither he nor their parents enjoyed the new addition but bit their tongues, believing Irene was simply going through a phase and would soon realize the man’s crude demeanor. But she had been struck by cupid’s arrow and hung on tight. Irene proposed to Jefferson and had scratched out the engagement ring as neither could quite afford it. Irene worked two jobs in an effort to save money for the wedding while also attending school while Jefferson ‘applied’ around and worked for a few months at a local fast food joint before being fired for what was kindly referenced as a lack of ‘togetherness.’ Despite his resentment towards Jefferson, when his sister walked down the aisle beaming with joy, Gregory could only grin happy that she was happy. But he silently swore to watch Jefferson like a hawk and would do whatever it took to protect his sister’s honor and feelings. Much to Greg’s disappointment the couple is still together and they are going strong. There has even been talk of having children (oh no, say it isn't so!); something his mum continues to harass him on.

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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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The early autumn’s warm breeze was enough to draw Professor Gregory Mimbs out from his darkened hole and into the blinding light of midafternoon. He blinked blearily against the rays of sunlight, using the back of his hand as a shield to protect his red-rimmed eyes from the intensity. Students of various houses clustered together within the courtyard to drink in the unusually kind weather. Undoubtedly the next morning the blades of grass would be blanketed by a thin layer of frost. With a soft sniff he made to reach into his pocket for a cigarette but the moans of a first year caught his attention. Craning his neck Mimbs strained to see for the source of sound until he settled his gaze upon a familiar first year; Timothy Bell. The boy had interrupted his class the previous day with a message from Professor McGonagall.

Waltzing forwards Greg paused behind Timothy. “Muggle studies, huh?” he muttered peering over the boy’s shoulder.

Timothy jumped at the professor’s sudden appearance. The blood flushed beneath his padded cheeks. “Ah…yes sir.”

“What’s the question?”

Timothy swallowed. “It wants to know the functions of a toaster.” His head dipped. An aura of embarrassment hovered like a cloud above the young lion.

Greg understood. "Do you know what a toaster is?"

A minute of silence trickled by between the two before a weak, “No sir.”

“Don’t be afraid to think Timothy,” Mimbs said kindly. “I promise it won’t kill you.”

Timothy glanced up towards the cerulean sky scrunching up his nose in thought. Wrinkles creased beneath his eyes. His hair billowed softly in the current like golden strings. “Well…it does have the word toast in it. So I suppose it cooks toast?”

Mimbs pulled his thin lips back into a grin. “Yes! Ingenious, no? Imagine putting bread in a toaster and getting nice, crispy toast to eat.”

“Thanks Professor!” The boy beamed.

“Hunching his shoulders up in a small shrug, Mimbs waved away the boy’s gratitude. “I was merely an innocent bystander.”

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