#You know. A strict and disciplined teacher who never loses his cool and always has some valuable advice for any situation

[katherinewilliams221b]

I'm going to shoot some soldifying Qs at you as well, t'was my main intention to lure you on for a reblog at least 😂 Please choose anyone you feel like, Kate or Charlie or both...1 (bc K's father gives me some kinda vibes), 4 (bc BOTH grandpas are so different, and also her parents...), 5&6 (your Charlie??), 24 (!), 32 and 35. And 41 to cap it off. I'd ask every single one of them, so sorry abt it 🙏

Aaaaaaaa okay, okay, here it is! I've been out of business for a while, taking exams and such. Uni takes all my strength away. Thank you for asking💜💜💜😍 and OF COURSE I'm going to make you participate in every ask possible 😌🤷‍♀️😍

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1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

Joseph Williams is an interesting piece; he is the youngest son of Nicholas and Aurora Williams (for another conversation). He has two siblings: Evira (stop calling her Elvira or else), the oldest, and Erick, in the middle. He was raised in a typical purist family and it’s a miracle that he didn’t turn out like his father and grandfather.

The loss of Jacob shook him to the core, but his stoic demeanour never showed it. This is something that Kate demands of him, that he could show a little more emotion or at least share his opinions. The man just talks with facts.

Another thing that truly exasperates Kate is the fact that, seemingly, he doesn’t stand up to his father. What she doesn’t know, but will learn later in her life, is that her father is the only one of the three siblings that broke a lot, if not every, rule his father had. One of them: marrying a girl with mixed blood. Nicholas is a man with a plan, probably having a member of his blood in every important position that could exist. Kate’s father probably wouldn’t have chosen a Ministry career, but at the time, he thought he didn’t have much of a choice when he found out that his father arranged it all. He insisted in dragging Jacob and Kate along, both refusing fervently and, when his father started arranging their lives, he finally put an end to the situation. This made him somewhat of an outcast, no one messes with Nicholas Williams. He is a truly terrifying man. Although aware of her grandfather’s severity, Kate didn’t know he had made plans for her and that her father was opposed to the idea.

He is hard-working, tenacious and has a way with words that help him in his job (He works at Dpt. International Magical cooperation) and that Kate also admires. She knows that you must be very careful if you talk to him, for he could be manipulative if that makes him accomplish a purpose.

Probably the most interesting thing that Kate could have learnt from him is crisis management (see #35 for more info). She does not agree with his “the end justifies the means” policy that was the cause of many arguments, but she tries to be more pragmatic and keep a cool head when a new problem arises.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

(I felt like these were together)

Kate was homeschooled before Hogwarts. Numerous tutors with the best qualifications were selected to prepare Jacob and Kate for school.

Jacob described the process as 'unnecessarily tough and strict', not very keen to rules, Jacob used to skip classes and wander around the grounds of the house.

Both siblings were extraordinarily brilliant and it was reflected in their studies, nevertheless, little Katie showed interest in learning new things, unlike her brother. Their schooling never included anything that had to do with learning magic. They were instructed in basic math, english, french (Kate doesn't remember much of it), music, biology and introduction to what muggles would call botanics. Kate was supposed to learn piano, but they had trouble finding a good teacher that was willing to go to the house. It is a bit scary.

There were strict rules that Kate had to follow; her grandparents respective studios were forbidden as well as the kitchen and the guest area and Kate never dared to go to the basement. Her room was situated on the far end of the house and although it had a decent size it lacked personality, it was just decorated with dark colours that suited the house but not her.

The remain space for living was the grounds of the place, big enough to explore at leisure and maybe find a hidden spot to spend the afternoon. Usually the siblings were allowed to disappear for hours without a word if that meant that they didn't annoy the family or the guests.

Kate remembers her only contact with magic before Hogwarts days, happening two times a week, when she was brought to Diagon Alley to play.

Kate remembers a lonely but happy childhood. Her parents lived in the house as well, petition of her father, that wanted to protect her half blood wife, Natalia. He used all the family name power to shelter her and her parents (Natalia's mother was a muggle and at the time, Voldemort killed and tortured muggles, probably half bloods and as well as blood traitors). The name of the family was never questioned because of all the influence they had in the Ministry, but the chances of a visit to her  grandparents were limited and very controlled.

She does not blame her parents for being away all the time, or her grandparents for ignoring her. She was happy just learning, playing and exploring.

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

-At Hogwarts, Kate participated in the Hogwarts gobstones club and she was very much like her grandfather Bernard when he plays chess. She rarely lost a game and she was known for her lack of compassion when playing. She quit after Hogwarts and its unusual to see her play.

- At the same time, she was a member of the Duelling Club, where she excelled. Flitwick said to Harry Potter that she could be the best duellist of the century. The club dissolved to be re-founded again several years later, but she managed to be one of the leaders for a year. A picture of her hangs in the duelling room.

- Later in her life, she takes French and Spanish classes, the last accompanied by her mother. She is not very fluid with languages but after a while, she starts to enjoy the bonding moments with her mother.

- As a mediwizard, she attends multiple conferences and symposiums, she usually goes as a guest. Later she would participate more actively, giving talks about the importance of international techniques around the world, promoting communication, sharing perspectives and open-minded politics.

Regarding medicine, she founds a small association of healers in St Mungo’s, that teaches basic healing magic and procedures when facing an emergency situation to children, teenagers and also adults.

Kate claims she is not a leader, probably out of modesty or lack of confidence. However, she likes to take the initiative in her projects and she eventually learns how to make herself respected. She finds that, after all, she likes taking the lead.

-Kate and Charlie made an effort to go to dancing classes, to spend some quality time together. Being both very private creatures, they hated it. Not wanting to hurt each other’s feelings they didn’t mention anything about it and kept going to class. After a year they became very elegant, not only in their dancing, but in their stance as well. Needless to say, they are the focus of all stares in whichever event they attend to.

After some years, they would reveal and laugh about how they despised those classes, and how they prefered to dance alone at home. They do not regret it.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

Kate is a well balanced combination of all three.

If one thinks about stress because of work or studies, she doesn’t fear hard work she is very assertive with her goals.

While working for the Order, she was forced to face whoever wanted to hurt her, ad although she prefers the ‘run’ option, she knows how to stand and fight if necessary. While duelling, she prefers defense spells, which give her time to know her opponent and think of a strategy according to them.

Arguing with her can be difficult and oftentimes it ends in both parts hurt. She matures considerably in that aspect and learns that some things, even if they are true, are better left unsaid.

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

Kate’s father had a lot to do with her discipline in front of failure. He feared that her grandfather’s hard education would make Kate afraid of taking the wrong direction or ever scared of making decisions Through the years he taught her how to face mistakes, work around them and accept that one can’t change the past. Easier said than done, she is only human, and from time to time she needs reassurance that she is doing the right thing. She knows that she can count on her friends to help her fix any errors and give her support when needed.

This chances the day she loses a patient for the first time, and she has to reorganize her thoughts. It was a very philosophical and exhausting day.

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

She knows perfectly who she is, thanks to long talks with Charlie about everything. She is not afraid to change an opinion if she realizes she is wrong. Kate’s way of living is an state of evolutiotion; she is not only hungry for academic knowledge, she likes to discover herself and others everyday. Talking with Charlie is somewhat therapeutic and she values how he is patient enough with her to participate in those deep conversations she loves to get lost into.

She is not scared to be herself because she knows that to be loved for who you are is more precious than pretending to be someone smarter, fancier or cooler.

Bill, Tonks and Charlie like to pick on her, of course without malice, because they enjoy the friendly banter that always follows.

[raisingsupergirl]

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff

It's strange how strict I am with my daughters considering how much freedom I had as a kid. I never had a bedtime or a curfew. I didn't really have any chores. I was never spanked or grounded or put in timeout. And yet, as an adult, I have a strong sense of honesty, honor, and duty (probably due to my parents leading by example more than by discipline)—virtues that I do everything in my power to instill in my little girls. And so far, it's worked. That is, until the past couple weeks when Avery (6 y.o.) started getting in trouble at school…

First off, I'm not that strict. Not as much as some parents, anyway. Yes, I give spankings. Yes, these spankings usually send the recipient flying a few feet. And no, I don't show signs of remorse or mercy when I do it (though it's hard to hold back those emotions). But I ONLY spank for dishonesty. All other offenses result in a timeout or a stern conversation. But lies? No mercy. And you know what? I haven't had to give out any spankings for months, and my daughters haven't shown any signs of lying or deception (and I like to think I have a fairly keen eye for such things). Unfortunately, despite their honesty, my kids are far from perfect. They're hyper, loud, and sub-par listeners. And it's because of these hot-headed qualities that Avery got a letter sent home from school the other day.

"Avery's been getting in trouble for talking too much and not listening in class," my wife said when I got home from work one evening. I scowled (I'm working hard to perfect "the look") and said, "I wonder where she gets that from." Yeah, I know, I'm a great husband. You don't have to tell me. But then I turned my scowl to my already terrified six-year-old. I told her that she had it coming, that Mommy and I have been warning her about those bad habits. And she knew. She agreed. She apologized. And she got a LITTLE better.

Over the next few days, I couldn't help throwing her bad behavior in her face every time she slipped up. It gnawed at me that one of her defining characteristics had started to hurt her in class. Was she one of THOSE kids? One of the little brats that the teachers complain about on the weekends? Sure, she was still sweet, compassionate, loving, inclusive, yada, yada, yada, but she TALKED too much and didn't listen! Next stop, juvenile detention. Oh, and the next week she got in trouble AGAIN. And this time, the subject was more, well… mature.

"A boy at school asked us if we wanted to see his pirate." Avery couldn't even look at me as she said it. She practically cowered behind my wife. And, as you've probably guessed, "pirate" was an innuendo. I didn't have the patience or the fortitude to figure out whether Avery had heard the boy wrong or that was just his name for, well, YOU know. But I did have a strange sense of calm as she recounted the story. She was in a group at recess that included the adventurous little boy and several others. Thankfully, they all turned down the offer, but Avery DID say, "I'm gonna smack your butt." And THAT's where I started my interrogation.

"Why did you say that? Were you trying to impress him? Trying to scare him off? Just being silly?" "Just being silly," she said with a nod and a little more confidence (though still clearly petrified and embarrassed). Okay, okay. Being silly. I could work with that. I reminded her that boys and girls are different, that she should NEVER smack someone's butt, especially a boy's, and especially at school. I didn't discourage her from hanging out with those boys, but I DID caution her to always remember that she was different from them and that some things wouldn't be acceptable or tolerated. She seemed to agree, and I assured her that she wasn't in trouble and I wasn't mad. We hugged it out, and all was right in the world. Until the NEXT week…

"Avery has something to tell you," my wife called from our bedroom as I came up the stairs. "No I don't," Avery responded from her bedroom across the hall. Great. This was getting to be a thing. But I kept my calm. I brushed my teeth, took out my contacts, gave Avery a chance to get her thoughts together. Then I went into her room, put my chin on her top bunk, and tried to put on a look that said, "Hey, I'm a cool dad. You can be honest with me. I'm totally not going to and lock you in a closet until you're eighteen." But that silent promise was BEFORE I heard what she had to say."

"A kid at school said he loved me." She ducked behind her stuffed animal. Her shy, nervous smile peaked around the side. "Okay…" I said, though I'm sure my face said quite a bit more. "Well… obviously he meant he loved you as a friend—" "And," she blurted, and then paused, and then continued from behind her Teddy bear, "I think I feel the same way." That's when I died. My heart drowned in its own vomit and my lungs had a stroke. Dead.

She six. SIX. What was I supposed to say to that? Thankfully, I'm a super cool and collected guy. "No, you don't." Yeah, that did it. Case closed. But just to be sure she understoond, I followed up with, "You're too young to know what that means. Mommy and Daddy knew each other for YEARS before we loved each other. And besides, do you love this boy like you love Mommy and Daddy?" "No…" Her trembling voice rattled from her shaking head. "Exactly. He just meant that he likes you a lot as a friend, and that's what you're feeling, too. Don't use the word 'love' with anyone but your family, okay?" "O… Okay." #nailedit.

It's weird the things that go through a parent's head in times like those. Wanna know the only thing I took away from that? It could be as little as seven more years before Avery has her first, well… woman thing. She's six, and I'm already losing her. If there's ANY silver lining, it's that her kindergarten sweetheart isn't the "pirate" boy. But still, I completely forgot about the fact that she's going to get expelled for talking too much. That tends to happen when your daughter starts slinging around the "L" word.

But seriously, this series of events has really forced me to reconsider what kind of parent I am. And it's been a good thing. I used to think I was super strict. Even excessive. But when faced with these real-world issues (I use that term lightly…), I never felt angry. I never lost control. In the case of the voyeuristic pirate, I didn't feel anything except a need to make sure Avery understood that she WASN'T in trouble, that it was her ignorance and innocence in that situation that she needed to remedy. Like I said before, she's six. There's so much that she DOESN'T know. And how would she EVER know without experiencing life and following those experiences up with careful consideration and conversation with loving and patient parents? And oddly enough, the only issue I'm still harboring frustration with is the fact that she got in trouble for not listening to her teacher. And that's because she KNOWS better. She knows it's disrespectful to ignore someone who's talking to her. She knows it wrong to talk excessively in class. So she has no excuse. It's just her "personality."

But… maybe there's still hope for her. Maybe talking a lot isn't always a bad thing. Maybe she's got some important things to say. Maybe she relates passionately with other people (but not TOO passionately…). Maybe she'll learn to harness her outgoing personality and talents to great success. Or maybe she'll get kicked out and end up in juvie. But it certainly won't be because she was ignorant of the situation. Yes, I'm strict on some things. Things that reflect core beliefs. Things like honesty, honor, and duty. And now I know that I won't sweat the small stuff like pirate perverts or adolescent "love." At least… I won't sweat them on the outside. I mean, ulcers are pretty treatable these days, right?