Pierrick Remi de Saint-Aubin-du-Cormier
Portrayed By Mathias Lauridsen
House Gryffindor, formerly Beauxbatons
Year Sixth
Position <position>
Sex Male
Race Half-Blood
Age 16
Place of Birth Becherel, Ille-et-Vilaine, France
Date of Birth 22 May 1979
Mother Sylviane Hannah Martell
Father Antonin-Marie Laurent Remi de Saint-Aubin-du-Cormier
Siblings brothers Aristide (-2, Hufflepuff) and Rainier (-4, Ravenclaw), and sister Amarante (-7)
Marital Status Single
Children None
First Appearance Honi Soit Qui Mal y Pense
Last Appearance

Character History:

Once upon a time, in the small Wizarding village of Becherel, in the commune of Ille-et-Vilaine in the region of Bretagne, a woman by the name of Sylviane Martell was having a very bad day. She blamed her husband, Antonin-Marie Remi — after all, if she'd never married him, she wouldn't be giving birth in an old and drafty chateau in the French countryside, far away from any reasonable hospital! With her husband's family and assorted other mediwitches attending, however, the birth of her first son, Pierrick Jean-Marie Robert Stephane Remi, went mainly without incident.

Thus began an idyllic childhood for little blond Pierrick. His mother doted on him; he had a whole castle to run about and play in and explore, and sometimes passages weren't where they'd been the week before so it really was exploring! His father was frequently absent for business reasons, which Pierrick didn't remotely understand as a young boy, but he knew that his father was loving and attentive or completely gone, and that made sense as the only thing he knew. His younger brother, Aristide, was born when Pierrick was only two, and so his mother's pregnancy and labor with Aristide went mostly unnoticed and unremembered by Pierrick.

Aristide was two, and Pierrick merely four, when yet another brother came along; this time Pierrick was at least vaguely aware of his mother's changing shape, enough for her to explain to him that she was making him another sibling. Unfortunately, Sylviane chose to explain this creation in a manner somewhat similar to her husband's manufactories — with the inevitable result that Pierrick grew a mental image of little baby parts being flown around in a great big warehouse, then assembled in a line, all squeezed down small inside her belly, no matter what size it was. With the birth of Rainier, life in Ille-et-Vilaine's chateau began to change in a way it hadn't before, with the birth of either Pierrick or Aristide.

Now that Pierrick was four, and Sylviane had an infant and a toddler both to tend to, it was time for Pierrick to move on and learn more about the world around him. His father both provided him with a governess-and-tutor and spent a good deal more time around him personally. Madame Martin was a kindly witch, although she was also quite strict with him; she began to teach him his Latin and Greek, so that he could interact with the villagers during the March Festival of the Poets, and insisted that he learn at least a smattering of English and Italian, as well. Mathematics were not her strong suit, but she did at least manage to pass along the basics of arithmetic in the first few years of Pierrick's schooling.

Antonin-Marie was a great deal more interested in his oldest son now that the boy had a thorough, well-formed personality, and delighted in bringing Pierrick to business meetings — often with no warning at all for either Sylviane, Mme. Martin, or the other businessmen attending the meetings. He brought his son to his office frequently, usually at least once a week, and showed him a globe, that he might understand the shape of the world around him, and pointed out all the places that the Remi family's business might take him to in time: far-off, strange and distant lands, with names like Milan, New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo, London, and Moscow. He filled young Pierrick's head with stories of glitz and glamour, of fashion and intrigue, and all the different ways the world delighted in a well-woven bolt of fabric.

Fabric, after all, was the Remis' stock in trade: for centuries, now, the Remi family had been intricately involved in the weaving (and, later, manufacturing) of the finest fabrics known in the Wizarding world. More recently — and, in a way, directly responsible for Pierrick's own birth — they had branched out into the Muggle world; expensive high-end Muggle fashions oohed and ahhed over Remi fabric just as much as the Wizarding world ever had, if not more. And one young seamstress named Sylviane had been quite taken with the producer of the fine fabric — up to the point where she married him, quite some time ago!

Young Pierrick took to the Remi business like a sponge, following his father around and asking all the hows and whys he could think up. Soon, he was dressed quite similarly to his father, too — quite the dapper young gentleman he'd become, elegant and solemn and winsome all at once. He flirted with witches and flattered wizards, then turned around and did the same with Muggle ladies and gentlemen, usually even managing not to ask them why they didn't have any magic about them.

Other tutors followed Madame Martin, teaching Pierrick the rudiments of Russian and Japanese, so that he might at least be able to express his regrets at not speaking the language more fluently in a polite fashion (and, of course, ask for the bathroom). They taught him the basics of French history — both the Muggle history and the Magical history, that he might understand why the Muggles thought his village contained only about 550 people, yet still had nearly twenty booksellers within its borders — or why his family often abbreviated their name in the Muggle world, leaving out the "de Saint-Aubin-du-Cormier" that was theirs by right and history. (Some pesky detail about wanting to keep their heads attached to their necks within the last few centuries, it appeared.)

At the age of seven, Pierrick paid much better attention as his mother's belly grew again, and was even helpful enough to distract his brothers as she gave birth to their sole baby sister, who was christened Maximilienne and promptly called instead by one of her other given names, Amarante. His life didn't change much — he had a baby sister to fuss over, true, and Aristide was starting to follow him and Antonin-Marie around at work every once in a while, but mostly his life revolved around lessons, siblings, his parents, and traveling throughout the wild, wide world of fashion.

The letter arriving for him at age eleven just reiterated what his family had already known: Pierrick, like his father and all the rest of the Remis before him, was bound to Beauxbatons to train as a wizard for the next eight years. Well-dressed and apprehensive, off he went — to discover a luxurious palace in the south of France, rich food, serenading sirens — basically, a place that felt a lot more like a fashion show than a home. Still, he was willing to dedicate himself to his studies, for all that he looked forward to his trips home perhaps more than most others in his year did. Few others were interested in helping him keep up his Russian or Japanese, leaving him to practice asking where the bathroom was all alone, in the night, in the bathroom — but at least, he vowed himself, he wouldn't forget!

Pierrick worried that he was disappointing his parents with his grades; although he'd done fairly well as a student in his private schooling, that had always been carefully calculated to cater to his present level. Now that he was in school with others, he wasn't always keeping up as well as other students. His spells tended to be successful once he'd mastered them, but understanding the hows and whys of spellwork was nowhere near as easy as understanding the hows and whys of fashion had been! In some ways, he liked studying about potions best of all, as they tended to be more methodical in his experience than many of the other spells he tried. In general, though, he mostly just enjoyed having a chance to /learn/, to stretch mental and magical muscles he'd never known he'd had — and going home over the summer that first year, being in private in a wizarding village or at home, and being able to show off everything he'd learned to a completely rapt audience of his younger siblings, was certainly worth the academic struggles he'd endured during the school year!

The second year was much like the first: Pierrick studied very hard, struggled his way through his classes in fits and starts of new-material-understanding, and slowly became better friends with his fellow classmates. Friends were something of a new idea for him: he'd always been very close with his family, of course, but he'd never particularly interacted in a "friends" fashion with anyone from the village, or anyone from the many fashion shoots and shows around the world he'd visited. Most of those people thought he was a fascinating little boy, and then dismissed him, he was coming to realize; his father's business partners were willing to be amused by him, willing to believe that /someday/ he'd be part of the business, but for now he, too, was just a child to them.

At school, though, there were other students who were in positions terribly similar to his own. Perhaps they hadn't had the same opportunities as he had; perhaps they were from families that were only Pureblooded, or from families that were entirely Muggle, or perhaps they came from wealth and money and fame, or perhaps they lived lives of quiet, comfortable anonymity. Regardless of what or who they were when they were at home, at Beauxbatons they were his equals: and, stranger still, they were truly becoming his friends, and not only because they got to make fun of him for not knowing how to /have/ friends. (That surely helped, however.)


His third year was stranger again: little brother Aristide showed up to tag along, and looked, suddenly, much younger than he had over the summer. It seemed as though, now that Pierrick could compare him to the other thirteen-year-olds, his eleven-year-old brother had shrunk in the wash — or perhaps someone had cast a shrinking spell of some sort on him. Aristide, meanwhile, had a completely awestruck look about him as he wandered, exploring, through the Beauxbatons palace, leaving Pierrick to wonder if he, too, had looked that ridiculous when /he/ had been the first-year student. Another major change his third year was the addition of a purebred Chartreux cat as a pet, by the name of Humbert Didier — friendly, intelligent, helpful, and sweet, when he wasn't insisting that he be shown off, or flirting with all the other cats at the palace.

And so his schooling continued. He made friends — good ones, even — and looked out for them, and for his brothers as they joined the student ranks, with Rainier joining in Pierrick's fourth year. He worked very hard for his grades, which were never stellar, but always managed to scrape at least an Acceptable score. In his fifth year, he gave up on all manner of team sports — Quidditch /and/ football — in order to concentrate as hard as he possibly could for his DSB (diplome sorcielle du Brevet; the equivalent of the OWLs). Quite a bit to his surprise, more than anyone else's, he did fairly well — nothing Outstanding, of course, but he did exceed expectations in charmwork, transfiguration, and potions, along with well-practiced defensive work.

Over the summer, Pierrick was taking what he considered to be a /very/ well-deserved break. He'd completely exhausted his ability to even think a straight sentence, and greatly enjoyed the trip to New York and Los Angeles with his father that was meant to take up most of the month of August. He came home ready for school to begin once again just in time to discover that, in point of fact, while he'd been far and away out of the country, Dark wizards from England and various parts of eastern Europe had, it seemed, assaulted the school, his palace-away-from-castle home-away-from-home — and Beauxbatons, at least for the following year, wasn't going to be hosting any students at all.

A British school, Hogwarts, stepped up and offered to house the Beauxbatons students. Off the brothers went, to discover that the uniform was a drab and hideous grey, made of the itchiest wool anyone could believe a uniform /should/ be made of, and moreover everyone was required to be "sorted" into some sort of competitive subdivision. Pierrick ended up in Gryffindor, Aristide in Hufflepuff — whatever a Hufflepuff was — and Rainier in Ravenclaw. All Pierrick knew at that point was that the other students in Gryffindor seemed willing to welcome him in, and that he was terribly glad that his English, while not perfect, was far and away better than his Russian —

He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to spend an entire school year asking where the bathroom was, after all.




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