CHILDHOOD. | As far as childhoods go, Kip's was a confusing mess of one from a young age. It was filled with a lot of fear, the family overshadowed by the presence of his father more often than not. It did not take long for him to learn the art of tiptoeing around the house, avoiding the biting remarks and heavy hand of a man who seemed to always be angry. The slightest provocation could ignite his temper, resulting in explosive outbursts that left him hiding in his room, usually with his hands over his ears to drown out the crashing about. The home was supposed to feel safe, but it felt more like a minefield, where every step could trigger a nasty explosion.
On the other hand, his mother, while not abusive herself, remained rather complacent in the face of her husband's rage. She often stood by silently as her husband unleashed his wrath, her eyes filled with resignation. Kip often hoped for her intervention, a shred of protection or even a comforting word, but she seemed completely unmoved by anything. Instead, she busied herself with household chores and disappearing at odd hours of the night, leaving him to navigate the emotional and physical scars alone. This behaviour from the one person who should have been a source of love only deepened his sense of being on his own.
Despite the oppressive atmosphere at home, Kip still managed to be a good kid even with his small acts of rebellion and self-expression. It started with dressing in a punk style, initially as a form of defiance against his father's control but soon discovered it as a means of asserting his own identity. Music became a lifeline, with loud, defiant songs providing an outlet for pent-up anger and frustration. It was not until he started showing signs of magic that things really changed. His doors would lock and be unable to be opened, his broken personal items returning to normal, and even minor cuts mending themselves.
When he turned eleven a strange letter came to their door, and with a cheery witch bearing a peculiar school offering for Kipplin. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At first, his mother had thought this was some elaborate scheme and got quite upset, demanding the woman leave her home. At least until she began asking questions about strange things happening that could not be explained and that Kip’s name had quite clearly been down for this school of magic for a couple of years. Quite the shock to be sure.
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SCHOOL YEARS. | When September first rolled around he was brought to the train station with just his mother, a battered old trunk was then loaded onto the train without so much as a backward glance. Left standing there awkwardly as families hugged and begged their children to write he had gotten on the train to avoid thinking about it. The train ride was met with some other first years and he got to learn about the school through them, as well as a reminder to change into his school uniform before they got to Hogwarts.
By summer he had been sorted into Hufflepuff, made some friends, realized he liked the classes and was looking forward to attending school. Summer, it turned out, was the worst time of the year. His father was older and angrier with the fighting getting worse. School became a place of solace and safety where he thrived. He showed exceptional skills in transfiguration and defensive magic, did well in Duelling Club, and seemed to have a natural helpfulness to younger students. While not top of his class he was very near the top consistently.
Between his 3rd and 4th years, his mother finally left his father but did not take Kip with her. She wanted a clean break from Graham and wanted nothing to do with her son either. The truth came out that same summer: His father had been having multiple affairs. The news was stunning, explained a lot of his mother's behaviours, and left him reeling as she took her meager bags and left him standing in the apartment door. When school picked up again he was relieved but only half there. It affected his grades and by year's end, he was more around the middle of his classmates in grades. With summer here again he is worried about being home alone with his father.
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