I am not a "man of many words" as the saying goes. I am a serious person, rarely seen with a smile, and very depressed. I also have ADHD, so I may not always be patient. I have been looking for another world for a long time now, despite my young age, and am excited that I may have finally found one. I don't have a lot of friends, but those I do have, I care for very much. I enjoy making things, carving, building. My mother is a witch, though she has kept the magical world hidden from me for some reason, and my father is a muggle. I have been told that I should not be so pessimistic, but I still expect the worst. I am an introvert, so please do not be offended if I don't speak a lot or if I don't greet you. I have lived in a small house in London for my whole life with my father and my mother. We don't have a lot of money, but we make it work. I have straight, brown hair, and eyes that are green. I have a button nose, and a slightly found face. I am VERY socially awkward, and I am left-handed. I am also insecure about a lot of things, though I am told that I'm talented. My magic first surfaced when I was 9. I broke my mother's favorite vase, and I needed it to be fixed before she got home. I was like, holding the pieces, crying and trying to will it back together. When I opened my eyes it was fixed. When my mother got home I told her what had happened, She then explained to me about magic. I am not a "man of many words" as the saying goes