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Cyrus Langley
Status:
Pure-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Manchester, England
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
24,7 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
The only son of well-off pure-blood parents that worked in the field of exotic animals, Cyrus often experienced the pampering and adoration that came with being the only child. More than that, his self-worth was reinforced by their consistent praise for all of his actions, no matter how minor or easy they truly were. Throughout his youth, Cyrus was homeschooled by his mother and father in a matter of different disciplines to prepare him for his inevitable future at Hogwarts. He did not need to display any magical talent yet, he was from a pureblood family, and as such he was entitled to life there, just like his parents before him.

At the ripe age of 8, Cyrus displayed his ability to scratch the well of magic during a family reunion. The constant dribble and chatter had gnawed at his brain like a searing migraine. Constant. Unrelenting. When he focused on the pain, eyes closed and brow furrowed, he felt a relaxation of the tension within and a sudden jolt from his body. Consequently, gasps from the audience, and a singular cry. After that day, Cyrus' parents dished more praise upon him, albeit the extended family started to avoid him. No matter.

Due to his upbringing around exotic animals of both magical and non-magical variety, Cyrus developed an interest in creatures of all shapes and sizes; the more dangerous they were, the more his curiosity was piqued. His parents often had Cyrus wander around one of their many zoos situated in both the Muggle and Magical world. As such, animals warm the boy's heart although he came to understand the law of nature early on, and will not impede feeding patterns. His parents, for all intents and purposes, shower him in love and affection, which has perhaps shown to have damaging side-effects later on in his life due to not having to own up to any failures or mistakes; not that there were any, the boy would reassure you.

Despite his parent's occupation, they are not insistent on him continuing the family business as they understand his talents lie elsewhere. For a long while, having read literature and news articles about Aurors, Cyrus felt a kinship with them. Authority. Professionalism. Intrigue. All of these were qualities he deserved to hold in a job. Oftentimes he would practice with his father's wand when he managed to sneak it out from his drawer, pointing it at the mirror with a firm wrist and unshakeable glare.

Standing at 5 feet and no inches, Cyrus has certainly been drinking his milk and eating his vitamins. He often keeps his feathery brown hair well-groomed, as well as paying attention to the clothing he wears. The boy himself has developed a sense of deep pride over his heritage, and perhaps a disregard for others because of theirs if they fail to meet the criteria.