Hi, I’m Nick, and I’m a perpetual nervous wreck. I have a lot of anxiety for only being eleven, but I blame my lack of social skills. See, I spend most of my time reading or playing video games instead of playing outside “like other kids” as my parents would say.  That’s also probably why I didn’t discover my magic until just last year, around the time I turned ten. It happened cause I didn’t want to brush my hair out, so my mum went to brush it, but the brush wouldn’t move! It was frozen in mid air! It was all fine for my mum, since she’s a witch, but my dad’s muggle, so he was certainly shocked! Now my hair is cut a lot shorter, shaved on the sides like I’ve wanted it. Course, I still look like I’m nine cause I’m short, but the haircut makes me look older now.
I’ve always looked younger than I actually am, and it’s super frustrating! I tend to consider myself as quite mature for my age, but my height makes other people doubt that. Like, c’mon! Can’t an eleven-year-old get some respect? I s’pose not. But it’s okay, cause my parents treat me like I’m mature. I look a lot like them, too. I got their height, their dark hair color, the brown eyes from my dad. I love them and my older brother a lot. They’ve given me a good childhood. 
My brother is a bit of a hassle for me, though; I’m berated by his teasing constantly, and our bickering is just as unstoppable. I never hang out with him-heck! I hardly even see him day to day! He lives in the basement for the most part, and I stay in my room. My parents also give him a lot of space. I usually have a lot of extracurriculars going on, so they spend their time driving me everywhere. I grateful that they do do so much for me; however, I feel guilty that I take them away from my brother so often.