Dylan Westing
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 12 Mar 2010
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Hufflepuff
- Wand:
- 26,1 cm chestnut wood and troll whisker
Physical Description: With a freckle dotted face and shaggy mane of hair, Dylan’s captivating smile and large brown eyes match his short stature and cheerful disposition perfectly. His appearance is, in his mind, only enhanced by this mismatched sets of clothes he’ll proudly display on any street that becomes his runway.
Mental Description: Dylan is a young boy of two minds, the first being the intense pressure he’ll put on himself to do well in classes, constantly wanting the dopamine rush of impressing his friends and families with his grades or any skills he’s picked up. As he wants his friends to feel this same pleasure he’ll constantly support and cheer on his peers, making sure they know that they’re appreciated and recognised by at least one person.
Biography: Dylan’s mother and sister were his biggest influences and best friends, his dad, his only magical parent, having died in a car accident when Dylan was still a toddler. Ever since his sister discovered her magical abilities, Dylan has been obsessed with going to Hogwarts, when he’s not off on tangents of trying to pick up odd skills here and there (juggling was his most recent attempt and most recent failure). Whilst his mum has struggled to adjust to a magical life, her love for her two children supersedes all struggle, giving Dylan and fulfilled, if not slightly sheltered, upbringing. Well-liked by his peers at muggle school, if not thought of as slightly awkward and aloof, Dylan would make sure to do anything to make them happy and loved (wishing every moment he could tell them about all the magic he’d do someday).
First Instance of Magic: Dylan’s sixth birthday was full of firsts, the first time his mum let him cut (under heavy supervision) his slice of cake, the first Hogwarts scarf brought home by his sister (Hufflepuff colours, which Dylan longed to join) and the first time, as Dylan tried to reach for a balloon held just out of his reach, that he felt a warm energy rise up inside him as the balloon zipped calmly into his hands. As he waddled away, his Mum sat there in disbelief, shattering her hope that maybe this one wouldn’t be as much of a handful. How wrong she was.
Mental Description: Dylan is a young boy of two minds, the first being the intense pressure he’ll put on himself to do well in classes, constantly wanting the dopamine rush of impressing his friends and families with his grades or any skills he’s picked up. As he wants his friends to feel this same pleasure he’ll constantly support and cheer on his peers, making sure they know that they’re appreciated and recognised by at least one person.
Biography: Dylan’s mother and sister were his biggest influences and best friends, his dad, his only magical parent, having died in a car accident when Dylan was still a toddler. Ever since his sister discovered her magical abilities, Dylan has been obsessed with going to Hogwarts, when he’s not off on tangents of trying to pick up odd skills here and there (juggling was his most recent attempt and most recent failure). Whilst his mum has struggled to adjust to a magical life, her love for her two children supersedes all struggle, giving Dylan and fulfilled, if not slightly sheltered, upbringing. Well-liked by his peers at muggle school, if not thought of as slightly awkward and aloof, Dylan would make sure to do anything to make them happy and loved (wishing every moment he could tell them about all the magic he’d do someday).
First Instance of Magic: Dylan’s sixth birthday was full of firsts, the first time his mum let him cut (under heavy supervision) his slice of cake, the first Hogwarts scarf brought home by his sister (Hufflepuff colours, which Dylan longed to join) and the first time, as Dylan tried to reach for a balloon held just out of his reach, that he felt a warm energy rise up inside him as the balloon zipped calmly into his hands. As he waddled away, his Mum sat there in disbelief, shattering her hope that maybe this one wouldn’t be as much of a handful. How wrong she was.