Alistair Finn

Name: Dr Alistair Reginald Finn
Preference: Ravenclaw
Sample of your character's nature in 100-500 words

"The one who makes it sells it away, The one who buys it refuses to use it, and The one who uses it does not see it. What is it?"

"Oh, clever, clever my old friend. Alas, I have heard this one before. The answer is a coffin of course, or else I am in my grave."

"Welcome back, Alistair." The portrait swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room. "You wish to enter?"

"Oh no indeed, old friend, I just came by to see if I still had the penchant for riddles that I used to. Carry on!"

Alistair walked away down the corridor, whistling, and spinning his cane, as a highly confused portrait swung back to meld with the wall. Behind him, enchanted suitcases bumped and crashed into various suits of armour, and enraged several paintings. Alistair was followed down two flights of stairs and up to a door by an elderly wizard in a nightgown screaming obscenities and brandishing a pineapple. Alistair chuckled.

"Alohamora. Oh dear, that will not do for a locking spell. Best think of something better. Come along Will!" The door clicked open, and Alistair strode into his chambers, a bottlebrush grey tabby trotting in after him.

Character's Name: Dr Alistair Reginald Finn
Preference: Holly, 13 1/3inches, Thestral hair core, springy
Sample of your character's nature in 100-500 words

"The one who makes it sells it away, The one who buys it refuses to use it, and The one who uses it does not see it. What is it?"

"Oh, clever, clever my old friend. Alas, I have heard this one before. The answer is a coffin of course, or else I am in my grave."

"Welcome back, Alistair." The portrait swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room. "You wish to enter?"

"Oh no indeed, old friend, I just came by to see if I still had the penchant for riddles that I used to. Carry on!"

Alistair walked away down the corridor, whistling, and spinning his cane, as a highly confused portrait swung back to meld with the wall. Behind him, enchanted suitcases bumped and crashed into various suits of armour, and enraged several paintings. Alistair was followed down two flights of stairs and up to a door by an elderly wizard in a nightgown screaming obscenities and brandishing a pineapple. Alistair chuckled.

"Alohamora. Oh dear, that will not do for a locking spell. Best think of something better. Come along Will!" The door clicked open, and Alistair strode into his chambers, a bottlebrush grey tabby trotting in after him.

The Sorting Hat has chosen well
For on your first day he could tell
Even in another house you would
Solve the riddle if you could
So Ravenclaw it had to be
If only for their privacy

And now it seems you're back again
And your riddle solving skills remain