Physical description: He has short, straight hair that falls in distinct strands and is often windblown and messy. His eyes are grey and narrow, usually shadowed by his brows. His face is square and angular, from his nose to his lips and cheekbones, all sharply defined. He has a stocky build; he wouldn’t be considered chubby, but he certainly isn’t lanky either. He’s shorter than most of his peers, but physically stronger.

Mental description: He is reserved and quiet, and keeps to himself. Yet he still finds himself amidst all the action. He isn’t shy; he heads into adventure head on, that’s what he loves. He simply dislikes small talk and doesn’t speak when he has nothing to say. He’s considerate, has a strong sense of justice, defends those who need it, and rebels against those who hold power and use it to hurt others. He is rather modest. He doesn’t care about purity, wealth, or anything like that.

Biography: Simon was born in a seaside city in Scotland. His mother was a Muggle and his father a wizard. His father worked as a magizoologist. He travelled a lot and most of the time was absent from the family’s life. Simon always asked his father to take him along, but his father never agreed. Simon had to stay at home and look after his mother.
His mother did not have a job. She had developed early-onset Alzheimer’s, and her daily functioning and memory were slowly slipping away, slowly killing her. As her son, he was the one who had to take care of her. He never really got to have a normal childhood. He never had any friends, and the few he did have would stop talking to him after one visit to his house. Over time, he stopped inviting anyone.
He rarely got to do the things he loved, but when his father came back from one of his many trips, Simon would have a brief period of free time that he gladly used for his hobbies. He loved the sea. He went there with his mother, and she watched as he splashed in the water, even on cold days. But when he was alone, he could swim far, far out and surrender completely to the waves. It cleared his head of worries and thoughts. For that hour or so, he was completely at peace.
He also liked skateboarding. At the skate park he would fall, get up, fall again and stand up again. He loved how free he felt as he balanced on the board and sped along, feeling the wind on his skin.
He had heard of Hogwarts from his father. The stories from the school fascinated him. When he was very little, he asked his father to tell them every night before he went to sleep. He dreamed of going to Hogwarts. But when his mother fell ill, he became worried. He didn’t want to leave her or go away, because he knew no nurse or caregiver would ever tend to her the way she needed to be tended to. But when the letter came, his father insisted, so he went.

First instance of magic: His first instance of magic occurred when he was seven years old. He used to despise the neighbours who lived across from their house. They were obnoxious and generally unpleasant. Their kids picked on him at school, and their parents played loud music some evenings.
One day, he was walking past their house, his mother’s hand around his elbow, on their way to the sea. The children from the family came out and started laughing at him and his mother. They said nasty things. He became angry; suddenly, he turned around and pulled his arm free from his mother. He lunged at them with his fists and threw a punch.
Strangely, just as his fist collided with one of the children’s faces, both of them levitated into the air. They hung five feet off the ground, their faces now twisted in fear. His mother did not notice, did not care. His own face, however, went slack. He hurried away from the children as fast as he could. They turned a corner and the children disappeared from view. He never got any closure, but he never forgot what had happened.