Ellis Moore
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Holmewood, England
- Function:
- Second year, Ravenclaw
- Wand:
- 33,8 cm chestnut wood and phoenix feather
Black hair, blue eyes, 5’1 average physique, glasses
From the day I was born I was different, cast aside, left and even bullied. I am pretty average in terms of appearance and grades, but being average is sometimes as dangerous as standing out. I an if nothing else, curious. I want to learn more, especially about magic since this world is new to me. I had a hard time finding my place among muggles and I was never entirely sure why until my first instance of magic.
The first incident really happened without me realizing, at the age of 5 I had a balloon that started to fly away and before I knew it my hand reach out and the balloon came back like magic. It was nothing I did purposefully, it just happened but now that i look back at it, there was a spark of magic there.
There were other small incidents, things that eventually amounted to me understanding before I could put words to it -- I was different. It caused me to withdraw from my peers. I tried to talk to my parents about it, but they seemed to see it as the product of an overactive imagination. The only other person I could talk to would be my older brother, but he’s been away since I was born and never got to see him. I did not know it at the time, but he was a wizard also. He was reticent to share with me the wizarding world, now that I think about it, perhaps he was not sure I was a wizard.
He came to realize I was a wizard about three years later, I was eight. One day at school a bird flew into a window and fell, I leaned out the window (the window was closed) hoping to save the bird before it hit the ground and the glass pane did not break, I went through the glass. I did not even realize what I had done as I caught the bird in my palm, but I realized immediately after and so didn't my class. The Statute of Secrecy obliviated the class and the teacher. This was when my brother became aware of my talent/condition. He saw it as a talent and I guess I quickly saw it no longer as a condition with his support.
I could no longer go to that school. Did not want another incident. My parents sent me to 5 different schools over the next 6 months, I was rejected by each. Not entirely sure why, but it might have been my brother protecting me from another incident. I was tutored at home, so I never fell behind. These rejection letters did cause strife in my parents letters, one night after another rejection my father just left without a word. I was left with my mum all alone.
After 2 years we had finally gotten back to normal again, I was ten almost eleven, it was a nice summer day gentle breeze I was laid on the back garden when a letter landed on me. I looked up and saw a owl flying away. Without hesitation I opened the letter and surprise, it was my brother. It was my eleventh birthday that week and there was a very special letter waiting for me -- my Hogwarts admission letter.
My parents were obliviated during my brother's senior year. They had no idea he was a wizard. The scene according to him was rather similar -- there was surprise, concern and a bit of anger. Despite this, like they had for my brother, they relented. Of course, I have to wonder and worry why my parents would be made to forget my brother's magical potential. Is this something I will do one day like my brother had, make my parents forget about me?
From the day I was born I was different, cast aside, left and even bullied. I am pretty average in terms of appearance and grades, but being average is sometimes as dangerous as standing out. I an if nothing else, curious. I want to learn more, especially about magic since this world is new to me. I had a hard time finding my place among muggles and I was never entirely sure why until my first instance of magic.
The first incident really happened without me realizing, at the age of 5 I had a balloon that started to fly away and before I knew it my hand reach out and the balloon came back like magic. It was nothing I did purposefully, it just happened but now that i look back at it, there was a spark of magic there.
There were other small incidents, things that eventually amounted to me understanding before I could put words to it -- I was different. It caused me to withdraw from my peers. I tried to talk to my parents about it, but they seemed to see it as the product of an overactive imagination. The only other person I could talk to would be my older brother, but he’s been away since I was born and never got to see him. I did not know it at the time, but he was a wizard also. He was reticent to share with me the wizarding world, now that I think about it, perhaps he was not sure I was a wizard.
He came to realize I was a wizard about three years later, I was eight. One day at school a bird flew into a window and fell, I leaned out the window (the window was closed) hoping to save the bird before it hit the ground and the glass pane did not break, I went through the glass. I did not even realize what I had done as I caught the bird in my palm, but I realized immediately after and so didn't my class. The Statute of Secrecy obliviated the class and the teacher. This was when my brother became aware of my talent/condition. He saw it as a talent and I guess I quickly saw it no longer as a condition with his support.
I could no longer go to that school. Did not want another incident. My parents sent me to 5 different schools over the next 6 months, I was rejected by each. Not entirely sure why, but it might have been my brother protecting me from another incident. I was tutored at home, so I never fell behind. These rejection letters did cause strife in my parents letters, one night after another rejection my father just left without a word. I was left with my mum all alone.
After 2 years we had finally gotten back to normal again, I was ten almost eleven, it was a nice summer day gentle breeze I was laid on the back garden when a letter landed on me. I looked up and saw a owl flying away. Without hesitation I opened the letter and surprise, it was my brother. It was my eleventh birthday that week and there was a very special letter waiting for me -- my Hogwarts admission letter.
My parents were obliviated during my brother's senior year. They had no idea he was a wizard. The scene according to him was rather similar -- there was surprise, concern and a bit of anger. Despite this, like they had for my brother, they relented. Of course, I have to wonder and worry why my parents would be made to forget my brother's magical potential. Is this something I will do one day like my brother had, make my parents forget about me?