I'm just a small town Wizard from Rye. I enjoy quiet places with lots of vegetation and beautiful starry nights. My dream is to open my own little magic incorporated coffee shop after my late father introduced me to the art of making coffee at the young age of 7. I have knack for Herbology and Potions, with a pinch of Astrology and Care for Magical Creatures. 

With my mother believing I'll be a Ravenclaw, I know that even if I'm not, I have to work hard for her, even though, I don't think I will. I have a strange problem with daydreaming, never really knowing what's going on as I like to appreciate the little things.

My uncle Damien Wight thinks the Ministry will do me a lot of good, says I'll be an amazing Obliviator. His daughter my cousin, Slyvia, agrees with him, she calls my dream 'too muggle-like for a Wight'. 

I come from a family of pure-blooded wizards, my uncle Damien being famous for his high up position in the Ministry of Magic, at least, that's what Slyvia says. I wouldn't want to be rude, but she seems a little spoiled the few times I met her as a younger child, or maybe she's a normal one while I'm the weird one, always reading or drawing. But don't worry, you'll know enough of my uncle and cousin from herself in the great hall, the halls, in class, in the courtyard, the commons, pretty much anywhere. But I don't hate her for it, she's still family after all.