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Biography: Professor of Charms at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Former Keeper for Lancashire and the Moose Jaw Meteorites. Call me if you need help with your broom, or your homework.
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<h1>About Noel</h1>
<h2>Confident. Arrogant. A bit of a sweetheart. Always ready to help.</h2>

Noel is, at least on the surface, a man who is incredibly full of himself. Having spent such a long time being surrounded by people who loved him and cheered for him nonstop in Moose Jaw, his ego is certainly a good bit inflated. However, beneath this outward confidence--cockiness, really--he is a sweet person. Or, at least as close to one as he can get. He's nervous enough, being inexperienced as a professor, and that nervousness drives him to be a better teacher. Beyond that, he's the kind of person who you'd want to take out for a drink; because once he's drunk, his barriers crumble like wet paper.

<p>Friends</p>

The people that Noel would forge a friendship with are those who willingly look past the outer character traits of those they meet. After all, from the outside, he's a bit of a cocky little git, and some people certainly couldn't bear to be around that. However, once you break him down, he an easy-going sort of man who only occasionally chews the scenery.

<p>Enemies</p>

Noel isn't the type of person to hold a grudge--unless, of course, you're the Seeker from Haileybury's team in 2028, in which case he holds a massive grudge over you, you git. Beyond that rat, Noel doesn't really like to be seen as a bad person in someone's eyes, but it's never really bothered him much before. There's likely plenty of people who see him as an enemy, and that's fine with him.

<p>Lovers</p>

Noel's certainly been with women before and actively loved them as well. But the life of a professional athlete doesn't exactly allow for anything incredibly long-term to blossom. Especially not when most of one's life is spent travelling from city to city playing games and sleeping in hotel rooms. However, after leaving the league(s), and returning to London, he tried and failed to kindle something long-term. Now that he's no longer spending his life on the road, perhaps he'll try to find someone to settle down with. Who knows?

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39. Pureblood. Professor of Charms. Henrik Zetterberg.</div>

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<div style="text-align: left; font-size: 25px; line-height: 100%; letter-spacing: -3px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.7); margin-bottom: 2px;">"They used to say 'The Price is Right.'"</div>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"I almost wish I was joking about that, too."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"That's what they used to yell at the games?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Yes, the Price is right." He shook his head. "Americans."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"And why d'you suppose they said that?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Because I can Keep like damn near no one else."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">The dark-haired man sitting across the table smiled curiously and set his hands down in his lap. Of course, he certainly didn't believe that he was one of the best keepers of his time--though he certainly did think he was one of the better--but it was all about confidence. If he'd learned anything in life, it was that confidence, however real, got a man further than anything else. After all, who wanted to converse with a man either so socially inept that he couldn't form a sentence, or too damn scared that he wouldn't speak a word for fear of pissing himself?</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Did they not cheer like that when you played for Lancashire?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Oh, they bloody well cheered at Lancashire, but I don't think I've ever heard something so clever, yet so obvious, before I went over to North America." He said, smiling wider.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Then I gather they certainly appreciated you in, erm..." The interviewer stumbled slightly, looking through his papers for an answer.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Moose Jaw." The man said calmly, almost sentimentally. "I played for Moose Jaw. And yes, they appreciated the help. After all, no one plays the game like the English, hmm?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Yes, Moose Jaw! You'll have to forgive me, I don't often take the time to look at the North American game..." He coughed--or was it a chuckle?--and smiled. "Very true, we tend to be some of the best in the world at the sport." He looked from his papers back up to the man, and nodded slowly, setting the stack down onto the table. "So, I think I'll see if I've got this right. I'm just going to run through a bit of your information, you tell me if anything seems out of place, alright?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">The sandy-haired man nodded with a small smirk and leaned back in his chair, ears turned towards the one running the show now.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"You are Noel Hanifin Price of Manchester, born to Marie Price, born Dubois, of Bordeaux and Sean Price of Northhampton. You were born on July 24th, 1996. Height is Six feet, Three inches. Weight is One hundred and seventy pounds. Your age, as of right now, is 39. You retired from playing Quidditch at the age of 35. Both parents were wizards who attended their respective schools for wizardy. Your mother went to Beauxbatons, and your father went to Hogwarts."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Right. Mum never really spoke of Beauxbatons much. Dad spoke of Hogwarts every second he got." Price said, running a hand through his hair. "He was a Gryffindor."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"As were you."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Indeed I was." He said, laughing. "There's a certain amount of bravery--and stupidty--associated with those of us playing Keeper. After all, no smart person willingly sits in front of the hoops, waiting to have a quaffle hurled at him non-stop."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Perhaps not." The interviewer said, adjusting himself on the seat. "There's more, but I think I'd rather hear from you about the rest of your life story."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"I can certainly respect that." Price leaned forward and took in a breath, exhaling with a smirk and a look back at the other man. "I think I know where to begin."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: left; font-size: 25px; line-height: 100%; letter-spacing: -3px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.7); margin-bottom: 2px;">Hogwarts.</div>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Perhaps it's because I'm getting a bit older, but my memories of Hogwarts seem a bit fuzzier the further back I go. In fact, the only real thing I can tell you about my first year is that the broom felt incredibly natural to me. Almost like a second pair of legs. Second year, I absolutely had to play for Gryffindor's team--'course, they had a Keeper, and he was good. By third year, I was better. I shouldn't smile as smugly as I do when I think of third year's team, but the thought of beating out the one who'd kept me from playing the year before brings me a lot of joy.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">I'm a bit competitive, if that wasn't obvious.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">In school, I was a cocky little prick, and I won't deny it. I was confident, bordering on dangerously balloon-headed at some points, and it showed super hard. You ask those closest to me in those times though, I'm sure they'd say something about how kind I could be, or how funny I could get when I wasn't busy showing off to the girls at the Ravenclaw table. Or the Hufflepuff table. I think you get the point.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Not much of that's changed. I'm still an arrogant prick when I really want to be, though it's certainly toned down a bit since I was at Hogwarts. I still like to think of myself as a kind enough person, someone willing to fight for what he thinks needs to be done. It depends which of the two wolves I feed that day--the one who represents my bad, or the one who represents my good. Ever-present struggle, innit?</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">I always loved Charms, as a course. It's where I happened to focus most of my efforts. Os on both my OWL and my NEWT in that subject. Likely would've pursued a career with some use of it, had I not left to play in the English League, obviously. Though, perhaps now that I've left, I'll pursue a career in in somewhere else... D'you reckon Hogwarts is in need of a Charms professor? I'm sure I could get the old motors running again and teach that course.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">No, I was really asking myself. I don't expect you to know.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Regardless, school was about as bog standard for me as it is for damn near any other student attending Hogwarts. I passed most of my OWLs, and in turn, passed all of my NEWTs--my father, god love him, wanted to make sure I studied my ass off to get those marks. Our Quidditch team won games, lost games, won championships, lost championships. That's the way of the sport though--I've known that for as long as I've played it. Long as you leave it all out on the pitch, then no one can say you didn't play your damn heart out. That's what it's all about too, innit? Playing your heart out.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">We won one championship. Beat out Ravenclaw for the damn thing. One of the happiest times of my life. I never won a championship with Lancashire, but I did win two with Moose Jaw. That's the best moment of my life, for certain. Y'know, I thought I was going to talk about schooling, and instead I wound up just discussing Quidditch the whole damn time. Suppose it's kinda all I know. That was what I did in school! I worked on my classes whenever I could, but most of my time was spent on a broom.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: left; font-size: 25px; line-height: 100%; letter-spacing: -3px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.7); margin-bottom: 2px;">"I was simply a natural on a broom."</div>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Noel smiled slightly, a small laugh worming it's way out and up through his throat. True enough, he would never have been one to talk about his classes when there was the sport to be talked about. That was just his life, though. Qudditch. And maybe teaching?</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"It's fine. Quidditch is big for you, it doesn't surprise me that it's the first thing on your mind." It took him a moment to decide whether or not that was meant as an insult. He decided it wasn't.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Is my time in the leagues something you wanted to hear about?" He asked, smiling coyly and leaning back in his chair.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Well, we are here to talk about you. So maybe discussing that is a good idea--wouldn't you say?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">He nodded slowly and his smile grew just a hair wider as his memories flooded back to him.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: left; font-size: 25px; line-height: 100%; letter-spacing: -3px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.7); margin-bottom: 2px;">From Lancashire to Moose Jaw.</div>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Right out of school, Lancashire was interested in my talent. I was... eighteen when I graduated. Now, these aren't your muggle sports, there's no developmental leagues, no minor leagues. You're either good enough to play with the big boys, or you were a bust and a waste of the organization's money. That's the nature of the business. Fortunately for Lancashire, I wasn't a bust. I was the backup Keeper--Hogwarts and English League Quidditch are two totally different worlds as far as talent and skill goes. My first couple of years with Lancashire were spent as a backup; I maybe played twenty games total over those first two years? Certainly somewhere along those lines. After two years and a lot of time proving myself, the front office moved me up to the starting position. That sort of thing happens when you're playing better than the guy at the head.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">And there I was! Twenty years old and the starting Keeper for Lancashire. A position a lot of guys my age would've loved to be in, I'm sure. Hell, I was still getting used to the phenomenal feeling of being a professional Quidditch player. That wasn't something I ever thought was going to have. And I played for Lancashire for a little over ten years; They let me go when I was twenty-eight. We came damn close to winning the English League Title two separate times. Knocked out of contention both times, which was heartbreaking for everyone, myself included.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Don't take this wrong, because I loved every minute I played for Lancashire, but sometimes I wonder if they just expected me to be the one to get them to the title. Relying on a keeper, though... Hell, it wasn't even as if I was a star. I didn't chase, I didn't seek, I just Kept. Not like that wasn't important, but your Keeper isn't typically your star player. Either way, by the time Lancashire was ready to be rid of me, I was about ready to be rid of them. 'Course, at that point, the representatives from Moose Jaw had already contacted me about coming over to North America.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">And so I was headed stateside. I'd never heard of Moose Jaw in my life until those guys had called me up, but I fell in love with the little city from the minute I set foot in it. Something about the place just had a certain charm to it that I found undeniable. It was lovely. Their team, though? In a sorry state, for sure. They'd just lost a Keeper. They hadn't been a contending team in a couple of years... I'm not about to tell you that I pulled them out of their slump, but when you've got an Englishman--you already know how I feel about how we play the game--who's not only fired up, but damn good at his job? It gets the rest of the team hyped up. And you can't play a winning game of Quidditch if you aren't firing on all cylinders.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">And they started firing on all cylinders. We started winning more games. We started contending for the North American title again. For the first time in a couple of years, Moose Jaw was a serious contender. And, at the end of my four year deal with the team, we went on an incredible title run. Pushed through everyone else in our way, and right to the championship, where our chasers, our beaters, our seeker, we all bloody well dominated the competition. For a bunch of bloody Americans, they sure picked up the English game quick. It was during that title run that the fans of the Meteorites started cheering me specifically. "The Price is right." As I said, real clever, innit?</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">I was 32 when we won that title. Management offered me a three-year deal to keep playing. The grand folks at Lancashire called me and offered the same term, with just a bit more money to sweeten the pot. I was a title winner, even if it was a North American title and not the English title. I didn't accept their offer. I loved Moose Jaw, had been to hell and back with those ladies and gents, and I wasn't about to abandon them just when they were starting to get good again. So, another three-year deal with the Moose Jaw Meteorites.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">Two years of contention with no title left the front office wondering what our recipe for success had been when we won the title only two years ago. Perhaps it was the fact that I was on the precipice of leaving, because in my third and final year of my contract, we pushed for the title a second time. It wasn't quite as easy that go around--other teams had finally figured out where to apply pressure and where not to when playing us--but we got to the championship and stole it away from those buggers in Haileybury. An incredibly tight game, won by the sheer skin of our teeth; Our Seeker just beat out Haileybury's in an excellent show of athleticism. Still remember the look on the girl's face when she caught up to it. Looked she was about ready to burst with excitement.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">We celebrated and drank like kings that night. Two titles in four years. For a team that wasn't even contending by the time I had shown up to two-time champions in a course of four years? I'd say it was time well spent. Money well earned. Management was eager to sign me for another deal, but by then I was 35. I wasn't old, per se, but I was ready to be done as a professional athlete. I'd done my time. I left Moose Jaw a bloody hero; On a recent vacation, I'd seen the words "The Price was always right" engraved into the wall above the fan seating in the eastern section of the stadium. That was always the corner where my fans would grab their seats.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">It feels strange saying "My fans." But they really were. Maybe it was just in England, but I'd never had that sort of attention from the English fans. They appreciated their Keeper, sure, but they weren't as fanatical about me as the people in Moose Jaw were. D'you ever realize what that's got to feel like? I had a boatload of fans who were cheering on a Keeper. Not the Seeker, not the Chasers, the bloody Keeper. I had fans who knew my name, women who nearly fainted when they got the chance to even speak to me. It was absolutely ridiculous. I'd never experienced anything like it. I don't know that I'll ever get the chance to experience that sort of thing ever again. If anything's certain for me, though, it's that Moose Jaw is as much home to me as Manchester is. I'd live there again in a heartbeat.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: left; font-size: 25px; line-height: 100%; letter-spacing: -3px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(0,0,0,0.7); margin-bottom: 2px;">The future and beyond.</div>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"And that was that. I came back to England after that, and with the money from the game, I lived pretty damn comfortably." He said, shrugging slightly, the smile on his face warm and nostalgic.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Nothing with Quidditch even after leaving? I'm awfully surprised."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Well, the folks at the front office in Moose Jaw offered me a position as color commentary for their panel at the games. And, as much as I would've adored that, it just wasn't what I wanted to do with my life." He shook his head and then laughed. "Y'know, in seventeen years of playing the game, I never once played for the English National Team. Guess they just had better Keepers on hand."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"And I suppose you weren't able to play for the Canadian team seeing as you weren't one?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"I probably bloody well could've--but again, better people at their disposal."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Better than the two-time champion and savior of Moose Jaw?" The interviewer asked, wearing a coy smile.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Perhaps." Noel said, shaking his head.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">The interviewer picked up his papers and look through them before shrugging and standing up. "Well, I think I've really covered everything I need to. The rest is all in the paperwork. Though, I'm curious--as a Quidditch player, what're your thoughts on the Statute that just got enacted not too long ago?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Bloody brilliant. The more people that can come to the games and support the sport like any other muggle sport, the better. Perhaps they can drive home the legacy of Noel Price in Moose Jaw, while they're at it." He said, laughing and standing up with the man.</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"D'you suppose muggle sons and magical sons alike will ask their fathers what they mean by 'The Price is right?' Relay the stories of the Englishman that saved Moose Jaw?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"I certainly hope so. Perhaps I'll inspire some kids to pick up the position of Keeper rather than going for the glory of Seeker."</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">The two men shared a laugh and then a firm handshake. "I'll call you with news later, alright?"</div><br>

<div style="text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 100%;">"Of course. I look forward to hearing from you." He said, before leaving the interviewer behind him and heading back to whatever future lay ahead.</div><br>

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