What Hogwarts House
Hershey's Special Dark for hair, and olive green for eyes. (Yeah yeah, I'm hungry.) He dresses casual-professional, usually in khakis and a collar shirt, skinny tie, brown leather jacket.
BEDP test - Boggart, Erised, Dementor and Patronus.
Boggart: Any given NI paramilitary, decked out in scruffy clothes and a hood, and toting an automatic rifle.
Erised: Himself with a secure and well-paid job with the BBC or one of the big circulation newspapers... and a nice handsome life partner.
Dementor: The scene immediately after a bombing.
Patronus: Assuming this even applied -- some sort of legitimate authority figure in a uniform, I'm sure. The cops. The army. Something like that.
Favourite Hogwarts school subject?
n/a. But he'd enjoy Muggle Studies for the alternate perspective.
Favourite Muggle school subject?
English and literature.
Right. I'd have too many infractions with the mental image were he a lefty.
He loves his mother and sister very much, not as tight with his father, but still it's a healthy family. On the romantic front, that depends at what point you ask him. For the purposes of NaNo, a fake RUC man.
I'd know the answer to this one were it not for the 'no people' rule. He might be reading or eating something pricey and exotic.
Sure, he'd be a fine teacher. Not of small children, however, just of university students who don't take discipline.
A gun, because it ends the fight quickly and from a distance. But nothing complicated or very big, because he wouldn't know how to handle it or expect the kickback. Simple single-action revolver would be best.
What (if any) jewelry
Just the wristwatch. Not for looks, but because he couldn't function without knowing the time. Possibly a medical alert tag.
Probably. Maybe. It'd help him sort out his thoughts without formally keeping a diary.
His pancreas. No really. He's diabetic, it's 1981, and though it's very routine by now, he still considers his insulin regimen a pain in the ass.
Stop walking. Look around bewildered, and then try to go about his business while avoiding people's eyes.
What kind of sense of humour
The witty kind. Nothing too coarse, crude, or slapstick.
He's not a puritan, but cusses aren't much of his daily vocabulary. They're reserved for when he hurts himself, screws something up, or gets upset. 'Shit' is the general swear, not 'fuck.'
No. Rolled an ankle maybe, but never broken anything. He's not much for sports, never physically daring, and stays out of fights.
And finally: if