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Aubrey Yarrow
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
23 Nov 2014
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Middlesbrough, England
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
35,2 cm sycamore wood and snallygaster heartstring
Physical Description: Aubrey is four feet and nine inches tall. He has dark black hair that is kept rather short. He has brown hazel eyes with a ring of green around his irises. Aubrey has a warm, medium skin tone. The boy can often be found with a serious expression on his face, as if he is always contemplating his options.

Mental Description: Aubrey can be described in two words; cold and calculating. Even from a young age, his family noted the lack of warmth the boy showed. Appearing to his parents, he lacked any trace of warm emotion. The boy struggled to show affection except for when he needed or wanted something. The boy sought out friends like someone who sought out allies in a war. Looking at someone more like a pawn than an actual human being. Aubrey picked and chose who he spent his time with and who would further him in life. The boy does not take well to getting betrayed. Hating the feeling that someone won over him. Aubrey is rather vindictive due to this. Aubrey won’t hesitate to try and get even with someone. He is rather paranoid in his actions. He obsessively plans, afraid of his plans falling through. He keeps a close watch on his friends to make sure they won’t double-cross him. He can come across as overbearing at times. Especially when he becomes convinced someone is not faithful.


Biography: Aubrey was born in Middlesbrough, England to his parents Clement and Katheryn Yarrow. He grew up around what anyone would consider a good and normal white picket fence family. Two productive members of society parents, and one darling little sister who could make you profusely vomit rainbows. It would have been the perfect environment for any growing boy. If that said growing boy didn’t feel like a black smudge on an all-white canvas.

Aubrey never liked things that other children his age seemed to like. While other children were outside playing, one could find Aubrey holed up researching in some old dusty library book. Despite his parents' best efforts, Aubrey could hardly ever crack a smile for them. Seriousness pulled his lips downwards as if they were permanently stuck that way. It did not matter how many toys and trinkets his Father would buy. Or how many kind and soft words his Mother would say. The boy’s seriousness remained stuck as if he were an old man stuck in his ways.

The only thing that ever seemed to harbor any sense of contentment to him was his craving for knowledge. Aubrey always did have a thirst for knowledge that never seemed satiable. A hunger that burned away at the edges of his every being. The want to know and understand the world at its inner parts. How did the world work? And how can I break the very thing that makes it work? Books quickly became unable to sate his curiosity. What truly could he accomplish by reading the same passage over and over again? The want to find and understand the things that he read about growing bolder and bolder. Aubrey found himself pulling things apart, trying to understand how things worked at their core. Things only seemed to amplify after he got hold of one of his father’s old medical books. A broken toy here and there hardly seemed like a thing to worry about. Though, when his mother caught him trying to dissect his baby sister’s favorite doll, it seemed time for a change.

After much consideration, Aubrey was transferred from homeschooling to attending a private school. In hopes that he would be able to make more connections and shake away his odd hobbies. Though during his time at this private school, Aubrey was bullied harshly by the other children. Unable to fight back due to his smaller stature. Most of the children at his school simply found him off-putting and even creepy. Though Aubrey hardly found it within himself to care.


First Instance of Magic: Aubrey's first instance of magic occurred when he was four years old. While at the park, with his Mother, another child came up to him and stole a toy truck from him. Upset, the boy stamped his foot down in anger, letting out an angry cry. Causing a swing off to the side, to swing so violently it flew upward wrapping its chain multiple times around the base pole until the seat dangled loosely at the top.