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Bastian Gilbert Jiho Park-Zelmerlöw
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Bastian Park-Zelmerlöw
Bastian Park-Zelmerlow — Gif 8
Vital Information
Age ??
Birthday 25th October
Race Wizard
Blood Half-Blood
Physical Information
Gender Male
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour Brown
Height ??
Other Information
House ??
Year Graduated
Wand ??
Wand Arm ???
Patronus ???
Boggart ???
Family ????
infobox by livi

History[]

The fabric that holds the Park-Zelmerlöw family together is sports. Their love for sports might rival their love for each other. It was the very thing that brought together Muggle sports doctor Park Yunho to his Quidditch reporter wife, Agnetha Zelmerlöw. Their love for sports had extended to their children Ilse, Bastian, and Felix - all born five and a half years apart. Each child grew up with participation in sports being as natural to them as walking. Ilse dazzled gracefully in ice skating and dominated in Quidditch. Bastian and Felix preferred to stay on the ground and engage with the worldwide phenomenon that was football.

If they were heavily influenced by their parents’ chosen expertise in sport, they let their skills speak for themselves. Ilse took home medals to hang up next to Agnetha’s childhood ones for ice skating. Her mother loved to surprise her with writing excellent reviews for her youth Quidditch games. For Basti and Felix, Borussia Dortmund was not just a club - it was a way of life. Yunho had secured a job as part of the medical staff there, and as children the brothers were instilled that Dortmund was their club. Basti’s earliest moments were looking at Marco Reus’ brilliance fieldside at Signal Iduna Park, and the way that the fans chanted throughout the stadium still rings through his head.

For Basti, football defined his childhood. He was used to being babied by the players sometimes, whenever he visited with his father. He enrolled in the youth academy as soon as he could. It seemed almost unfair to the teenagers of the world how seven-year-old Basti managed his time between school and football seamlessly. His days were spend chattering about in school and being completely focused on the ball in the field. There were talks about him moving up the ranks and eventually playing for Dortmund if he continued to be this good. No matter his performance, it seemed that the entire world spoke about Basti.

But the Wizarding world never forgot that Basti was one of theirs. Sunday nights were spent with his mother at various Quidditch league games. During visits to Norway, his cousin of a cousin Brynja kept him off the ground and on the air. And sometimes during important games, he pulled off miracles that could’ve only been explained by magic. He saw Ilse going off to Durmstrang every September, and hated hearing the way his maternal relatives would ask if he was excited to follow along soon. Basti prayed for the magic to stop, and for his dream to continue on. Maybe other people saw the shame in being a Squib, but not him. Every sign of magic was ignored away by Basti, no matter how obvious it was. The game between Dortmund and Bayern’s youth team when he was nine was seen as one that truly put him among the most highly looked at youth prospects in Europe. Talk rose excitedly - especially around the famous third goal he scored. The game was 2-2. Groans had risen over the way the ball had hit the goalpost and been on its way back out into the box - only for it to change direction and make it into the net. The muggles said it had to be wind, even when most people couldn’t remember there being a breeze at all. Basti knew better.

Naively, he thought that if he could ignore it, it would go away. Sure, it was useful when his mother moved her wand once and dinner was served just like that. Or when she would tell bedtime stories and it came alive as she spoke. Ilse studied at the dinner table sometimes during her summers, and the books were half-interesting. But for a life as a footballer, Basti was willing to give it all up. He was enamored with the way the ball felt as he kicked it, for running and looking constantly everywhere for space, with the cheers and the whole stadium singing with every goal he put in. There was nothing else that Basti wanted, nothing that a wand could give him. He knew that with magic would come trips to get his new robes measured and loads of books to stack around his room. He knew that with magic, came the end of his life's desire. And so he could only wish and wish at every shooting star that passed his window for him "not to be magic, not to be magic, not to be magic."

His wish was unfortunately not granted. Even if he could ignore the bursts of magic that came out of him, Durmstrang couldn't. They sent his letter the summer before his first year, and he was unhappy the rest of the summer. Couldn't he just not go? Basti pleaded with his parents, trying everything from throwing fits to making powerpoints. They could just homeschool him, and he could still remain playing football. It was certainly an option, but an infeasible one. Even if his mother knew how to homeschool, her work schedule just didn't allow for it. So on the 1st of September, Basti found himself at the steps of Durmstrang castle.

Despite any earlier reservations he might've had about attending, Basti found that he fit in quite easily.

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