My father's a muggle detective. Mom a witch. My brother's not a wizard but is exceptionally talented and studying theoretical physics in Harvard University at the mere age of seventeen. I was likewise drawn to physics and science at a very young age. I discovered the equations of planetary orbital mechanics through running my computer stimulation program last year summer and it was awesome.

The good boy in school. Second row in friend circle. Half a nerd, full music enthusiast. "Learning is fun" / "Ed Sheeran is magical" = hugs.

5,5". Not fair nor dark. Big black eyes. Bushy jet-black hair. Detached earlobes. Two nostrils.

My parents didn't notice any magic in me till two years ago. I tried to do magic too, seeing mom doing then now and then in her chores. She would magic my tennis ball when I was young and it was so fun playing with it. I couldn't play it with my friends as they are all muggles. It was fun when my cousins came to visit from Ireland, all of them witches and wizards (Mom's pureblood). But it was sometimes sad when we visited at my aunt's in Ireland, 'cause there was magic everywhere and I was no magic. Most seriously I wished my cousins never showed me they could fly in broomsticks.

I had a really bad day at school two years ago. When I was walking home I hoped the time would just shrink and the free late afternoon hour would come soon because I was really tired. And then it started to rain and raindrops pattered everywhere... except on my skin. It felt good great to find that I was a wizard and see magic from me the first time, more so because I was having a bad day. Occasionally when I'm sad, rain doesn't fall on me : it happened twice later. And I played Quidditch with my cousins last Christmas at my aunt's. Worst player of the team. Best Christmas ever!