William Wells
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Hyton, England
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 34,3 cm mayhaw wood and phoenix feather
William's smile could light up a room if anyone would’ve seen it and his aura was much different altogether as a whole. He was happiest this way and loved to enjoy the simple things like birds twittering in the branches and leaves falling off of trees. Because of this thing he spent most of his time outside soaking up the sunshine or the rain. He was rarely seen by his family as he got older. He became observant and very nimble, and these skills were all that kept him happy during his time at the Williams Manor.
Living a split life was hard for William although it was for the best that he did this. His strict mother and father and grandfather were pure-blooded snobs who thought that it was best for a boy like him to remain as unexcited as possible. Too much emotion and he might start sympathizing with other people and that could only lead to worse things like believing squibs had their place in wizarding society and stuff like that. So William was forced to shun his thoughts, feelings, and ideas from his family for a very long time.
He practically grew up in the outdoors, which didn't worry anyone as they thought it was perfectly fine so long as he was staying out of the way of muggles and people who were below them.
Then came the turning point. William had found a few friends to play with outside of the manor in London and he had been meeting them there everyday for a long time almost two years. They were wizards too and they all had fun speaking of important wizarding matters like they were adults. His grandfather, noticing the boy’s eagerness to finish his schoolwork followed him in disguise wanting to see what was going on because it wasn't normal.
When he heard how happy his boy was he was mad, but when he heard them start to speak about the right’s of muggle borns in the wizarding world he became infuriated. William was practically locked up in the manor after that, forbidden to go outside and he never saw those friends again.
His hair is brown and so are his eyes so that he looked pretty normal in fact not many people could tell him apart from the crowd he blended in very well. He has no distinguishing characteristics other then a big pimple on his butt but nobody can see that.
His first instance was magic was when he made log move one time. That log was rolling down a hill at him and he had made it bounce over him without meaning too. Smashing a poor little frog in the process. Her buried the frog and name him Smog for Smashed Frog.
Living a split life was hard for William although it was for the best that he did this. His strict mother and father and grandfather were pure-blooded snobs who thought that it was best for a boy like him to remain as unexcited as possible. Too much emotion and he might start sympathizing with other people and that could only lead to worse things like believing squibs had their place in wizarding society and stuff like that. So William was forced to shun his thoughts, feelings, and ideas from his family for a very long time.
He practically grew up in the outdoors, which didn't worry anyone as they thought it was perfectly fine so long as he was staying out of the way of muggles and people who were below them.
Then came the turning point. William had found a few friends to play with outside of the manor in London and he had been meeting them there everyday for a long time almost two years. They were wizards too and they all had fun speaking of important wizarding matters like they were adults. His grandfather, noticing the boy’s eagerness to finish his schoolwork followed him in disguise wanting to see what was going on because it wasn't normal.
When he heard how happy his boy was he was mad, but when he heard them start to speak about the right’s of muggle borns in the wizarding world he became infuriated. William was practically locked up in the manor after that, forbidden to go outside and he never saw those friends again.
His hair is brown and so are his eyes so that he looked pretty normal in fact not many people could tell him apart from the crowd he blended in very well. He has no distinguishing characteristics other then a big pimple on his butt but nobody can see that.
His first instance was magic was when he made log move one time. That log was rolling down a hill at him and he had made it bounce over him without meaning too. Smashing a poor little frog in the process. Her buried the frog and name him Smog for Smashed Frog.