Albert Jones Hess had always felt a little....Strange. It was a difficult feeling to explain; being young is a strange journey all its own after all. He had never really stood out or been ostracized by his peers, nor did he suffer a terrible accident. In fact he was rather personable. Friendly and curious, with perhaps a small tendency to get into trouble or as his mother would describe “Push the limits”. Not really one for sports. Albert loves adventure, the unknown, and Sherlock Holmes.

Blessed with good health and loving parents, Albert is a well-rounded youth. Just short of five feet tall; not too thin or wide. Dark hair is often cut short left messy unless it’s a special occasion. Dark chestnut eyes always seem heavily lidded from late reading. He has the special ability of being able to crack his neck and shoulders, though it seems unrelated to his magical affinity. Albert has a penchant to forget small things, like his name tag for instance. He’ll often be late if left to his own devices, with mud on his pants and a long excuse about a strange light in the forest or a new stray dog.

Alberts parents however, knew from a very young age that their son was different. Though Albert cannot remember it, when he was just around three years old the first sign of his magical sensitivity emerged. His father remembers setting Albert down on the floor with a toy airplane made of cardboard. It didn’t fly well, but was more resistant to the raw destructive power of a toddler. Walking away to get his cup of tea, he returned to find a very strange sight. Albert sat kicking and laughing, as the cardboard airplane circled above him. It lasted only a moment or two, but the memory of the bent paper airplane tilting to complete its circle before adjusting to land remains.

The fact that his mothers great-great-great-great-grandmother was a witch that had given up the wizarding world, was unbeknownst to the couple. So when a man wearing a robe with a pointed hat under his arm knocked, it was a surprise to say the least. He bore them a letter, and a hard to swallow message. Magic is real, Albert is a wizard, and he would need to go to a place that would help guide him. Though it brought comfort to understand the small phenomena that followed the young man, the contents of the letter and the “Wizard” explaining it to them felt like a fever dream. Albert himself was fully ready to embrace the idea of being a wizard however, as he is eleven.