SEP is really the only one his friends and family use. PROFESSOR WEASLEY is what he prefers to be called by his students, though he doubts that all of them actually take him seriously and call him that.
TWENTY-SIX, NOVEMBER 15th
CHESTNUT AND DRAGON-HEARTSTRING. 11 INCHES. Excellent for charm work. Durable and sturdy.
Septimus is a Weasley as you can get. He is tall; that's one of the first impressions people have of him. There are certainly people who are taller than him, since he stands at about 6'0". However, his features seem to only make him appear taller. He has a somewhat narrow face, and overall he has a skinny, gangly appearance. His arms are a bit too long, and his fingers are spindly and long as well. He has a narrow waist and slightly broader shoulders than the average person his size, but he was far from the athletic type in school. Still, after years all these years, he's worked up a bit of lean muscle in his arms, legs and chest.
His hair is a ginger mess on the top of his head. He rarely bothers to comb it, and its rather thin and easy to deal with by simply running his fingers through it. He would say he likes his eyes, but only if he was asked to pick something about his features that he does like. They're almond shaped, somewhat sunken into his face, and green-blue color that looks similar to deep tropical water. He's relatively pale despite his traveling, but blames it on his genetics. If he didn't apply a sunscreen spell, he would be red as a tomato in more tropic clients.
There are two main things that really define Septimus' reputation: that he is a professor and that he is a Weasley. Whether they like it or not, Weasley's do automatically have a reputation: Gryffindors, the lot of them, flaming red hair and a clear opposition to blood supremacy. It's well known who is siblings are, and what kind of family they come from and that is either frowned on or looked up to depending on which side of the coin one falls on when it comes to blood supremacy.
As a professor, Septimus is a bit disorganized. Well, more than a bit. He often forgets which class it is that he's teaching that day, and will have to pull something out of the air in order to give them something to do. This often leads to him teaching first years third-year level spells, and teaching the seventh years something they learned the year before. His students usually find his class rather relaxing - they're given free reign as they practice spells and are allowed to talk as long as they're actually practicing. He can, however, be rather harsh when it comes to bullying in his classes and will give detentions if he senses prejudice in his class.
He's also well known to the members of the Wizard Card Collectors Club, since he too enjoyed the cards in his youth. He's happy to give them his room for a meeting, and will swap stories and tips.
Septimus is a very gifted man when it comes to magic. He has a natural proficiency for certain types of magic, most specifically Charms. He has to work much harder in actually studying, but when it comes to actual practical magic, he's quite good. He struggled when it came to organization as a student, and still struggles with that to this day. His disorganization is clear to anyone that has ever had the misfortune of wandering into his office. His desk looks as though a miniature battle had taken place on his desk between various office supplies, with various papers as casualties caught in the cross fire. More often then not, the desk draws are half-opened, as though he didn't have time to close them all the way. He'll forget to empty his waste basket, so it'll usually be overflowing with crumpled papers and broken quills. In many ways, Septimus is a reflection of his desk - disorganized, chaotic in some ways, and with things and thoughts left half-forgotten.
Septimus has a strong ethical code, which he can trace back to his childhood. Though his family is pureblood, they are considered blood traitors by the pureblood community for their lack of hatred towards muggleborns and muggles in general. As an 'older brother' figure, as well as a professor, he feels a strong need to look out for people who cannot defend themselves. Any bullying in his class is not tolerated, and he's prone to give out detentions for that sort of behavior. While he tries his best not to be prejudice, he tends to be wary about pureblood students in his class, since his experience both as a professor and as a student at Hogwarts has proven to him that they tend to cause issues with muggle born students. He is not the type to push his own beliefs on other people, but he expects his students to act appropriately in a classroom setting.
All and all, Septimus is a passionate person. It expresses itself in everything he does, and it is apparent to everyone who sees him. To his students in his Charms class, what he lacks in organization, he makes up in the vigor of his lessons and his passion for his subject. He is not above helping students that ask for help, and having helped raise three siblings has given him a long fuse and a fair amount of patience. His passion for Wizarding Trading Cards is apparent to those few that are part of the Collectors Club, where he can practically recite the information that all the cards with. His excitement in seeing a card that he's never seen before lights up his face and leaves him pleased for hours at a time. His boyish enthusiasm for his subject and for life in general has made him quite infamous around Hogwarts as a professor who is rather appreciated and respected by most.
Septimus was born to a relatively quiet Burrow, though once he was older, he wouldn't be able to recall it ever being truly quiet. He was the image of his father, gangly and ginger from birth. Even as he got older it was clear that he was his father's son when it came to his appearance, though he was his mother's son at heart. Still, for the first eight years of his life, he spent time with his mother, greeting his father when he came home despite the fact that he often was obscured by mounds of paperwork. His days consisted of fighting off imaginary dragons in the garden - though is mother was quick to scoop him up if he got too close to trampling her petunias - and those childhood games that involved a stick and a wild imagination. His magical prowess showed earlier than any of his siblings would show. His first sign of magic has slightly awed his mother. He had accidentally crushed some roses that Ginerva had been growing, and after a rather stern scolding, he'd managed to make them grow back in between sniffling and tears. Still, Septimus' childhood was rather quiet, though it wouldn't be for the rest of his day. Not when the twins were born.
The introduction of two crying daughters to the Weasley clan was slightly odd to an eight year old Septimus. Why, dear Merlin, was there so much crying, so much sick, and so much excrement filling the house? Genevieve and Roberta were simply alien creatures to him at first - crying as much as they giggled, highly affectionate to each other, but when he tried to remove one from the other on his mother's request, both would sob. Seeing his mother in distress about dealing with this two new beings in the home, a young Septimus decided to put on his big boy pants and help out his mother. He did as best as he could as an eight year old, but found that he did fall into the older brother role rather easily. He wasn't as much as help as he would have liked to been for his mother, but he found himself slowly becoming more affectionate to his two little sisters.
When the twins were about three, Septimus got his letter to Hogwarts. Though it wasn't a surprise to anyone in the Weasley family, there was still some excitement about it. Both of his parents were proud to see their first born head off to Hogwarts. He received an owl and a wand when he went to Diagon Alley, as well as some new robes and second hand books. The Weasley's didn't have much money to throw around, but Roland didn't seem to mind spending a bit more for his son to have brand new robes - Septimus was representing a new generation of Weasley's, after all. His things were packed, his owl caged, and off to the Hogwarts Express he went.
It should be noted that it was on the Hogwarts Express that Septimus had his first Chocolate Frog. It wasn't as though he had been deprived candy as a child, or wizarding candy for that matter, but candy had always been a reward in the Weasley household - something to be treasured and savored rather than scarfed down. When the food trolley appeared in the corridor outside his compartment, he was filled with so much excitement that he nearly immediately used up a large chunk of spending money on all sorts of sweets. As soon as he opened the Chocolate Frog, it hopped it's way around the compartment until he finally caught it a few long minutes later. Disregarding hygiene, he'd stuffed it into his mouth, much to the laughter and squeals of disgust from the others in his compartment. He pocketed the card that came with it, and thus started his love for Chocolate Frogs and marked the beginning of his Chocolate Frog Card collection.
The Weasleys were Gryffindors. They'd almost always been Gryffindors and Septimus had no desire to be placed in any house. Listening to the Sorting Hat sing, images of how the people of Gryffindor would be like - adventurous, strong-willed, and over all brilliant. Lion-hearted people were the ones he wanted to surround himself with, especially at the age of 11, with seven years of excitement ahead of him. The Sorting Hat agreed reverently - another Weasley, it noted, to continue the tradition of a proud and principled family. The House of gold and scarlet welcomed him with open arms, happy to have another rambunctious spirit in their midst.
Hogwarts was quite easily a second home for Septimus. He missed the Burrow, of course, but he was filled to the brim with a thirst for knowledge and an excitement to learn that he didn't have room for homesickness. He sent letters home throughout the whole year, the last thing on his mind disconnecting from his family. It was nice to have a tie to his family, especially when his mother sent pictures of Roberta and Genevieve with the letters.
When not sending home letters, Septimus was adapting to Hogwarts like a fish introduced to water. He thrived in a classroom setting where they could actively contribute and participate. He seemed naturally gifted when it came to magic, though book studies were something that threw him slightly. Still, he made good grades - mostly A's and EE's. However, it was in Charms where he truly shined. Very rarely did he get anything below and O in that class, and would often feel embarrassed if he did as badly as an EE. With his natural affinity to magic, he excelled in his classes, giving him plenty of free time to play exploding snap and trade chocolate frog cards with his fellow Gryffindors.
It was when he went home to the Burrow for winter break that he found out that his mother was once again pregnant. When he had been informed, he had considered it for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and asked if he could please have some more mashed potatoes. It had seemed a bit strange to him, since he had heard his mother talk before about not having any more children. But he didn't really understand how the whole 'baby' thing, assumed that mother had changed her mind, and went on with life. It wasn't as though another sibling would make all that much a difference at this point.
Hogwarts for the rest of the year was rather enjoyable, and by the time he had returned home in June, Gilbert Weasley had made his presence known in the Burrow. Septimus was just as affectionate to the new addition to the family as he had been with his sisters, who were just getting to the age where they knew how to push his buttons. It was the summer he was home that Genevieve had shown her first sign of magical prowess after a terrifying display of throwing herself off the roof of the Burrow. Septimus had found it particularly brilliant once he was sure she was okay, spending the rest of the day showing off magic that he had learned over the year and making her and Roberta giggle when he accidentally turned the stray cat that hung around the Burrow purple and pink polka dots.
The rest of Septimus' years at Hogwarts were uneventful, for the most part. He continued to as it had, though Septimus became more studious than he had been his first year. He constantly struggled with his disorganized nature, but managed to pull out decent grades in every class - especially Charms. He remained a favorite of many professors, which would make things rather easy for him when he returned to the castle a few years later.
Septimus left Hogwarts with a rather extraordinary amount of NEWTs, but no clue as to what he wanted to do with them. Unsure about himself, he turned to his father for help, who suggested he try to find a job at the Ministry. He applied for a few positions, and was taken in by the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. He lived at the Burrow in the meantime, since it was conveniently close by and free, though he assured his parents it would only be until he got on his feet. Septimus, however, was quite miserable working at an undersecretary at the Ministry. Desk work was something he simply was not good at, as organization certainly wasn't his strong point. Writing about Charm work was boring compared to actually doing it. He tried several times to join the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, but was denied for various reasons, though Septimus was fairly certain it was because they didn't think they could find another undersecretary who would work as cheap as he did.
It was on the eve of his twenty second birthday that he got a letter from his old Charms professor, whom he'd had light correspondence with ever since his graduation. He had wrote Septimus to inform him that he was retiring, and that if Septimus would like, he would put a recommendation in for the Weasley boy if he wanted to apply for the job. Tired of his desk job and somewhat excited at the prospect of doing what he loved again, he sent a letter back to the professor as well as the headmaster, requesting to be considered for the job. He was called into Hogwarts for an interview, and starting the next year, he was the newest Charms Professor.
To be fair, Septimus had been too excited to really consider the fact that this would mean he was teaching his siblings, all of which were now school age. He did his best to treat them just like any other students, though there were the inevitable whispers that they got special treatment. Genevieve seemed to take great pleasure in disrupting his lessons, putting him more off track with his lessons, which were always a bit off due to his disorganized nature. He did his best to deal with it, though he more than once had to give her a detention to show her that she needed to stay in line. He was disappointed and a bit hurt when Roberta chose to drop charms after fifth year, but didn't say anything to her about it. Despite his young age, he's been considered a favorite among the students of Hogwarts, and is rather happy in the position he is currently.