Physical Description: I'm really not a big boy. My mum says I'll be one when I'm mature and reasonable, but I don't see the connection with my size. I have brown eyes and hair. I'm really a cute boy like my mum says but my other mum says I have a devilish smile when I want it. But I don't often want to. I'm really a strong boy: I climb trees and this summer I ran faster than Miranda Strimdy despite her being the Tinworth race champion.

Mental Description: Mummy says I'm really a liar. It's true... I lied: Miranda Strimdy won the Sand Race... But I would really like to win it, I trained during two weeks for this! I know that I mustn't lie but it is really so difficult to resist. Difficult not to say « really » too. Mum says it's a "language tic".
In life, I like playing with my Tinworth friends and see the cliffs. I'm a happy boy who doesn't like working. Magic is usefull in quotidien life but I don't like learning. Lessons are boring. I prefer playing, runing and laughting. Mummy says I'm really a bad student and she's true. I'm ashamed when I think about this because my mums like the good students, but I am who I am and I really don't like learning. I have a bad memory and the classes give me evil ideas... Stupid things. And the adults punish me: like when I toke tudor's wand to change it with a liquorice false wand.
Mummy and mum say I'm a clumsy boy. In behaviors: I ruin my clothes, my shoes and my stuffs; and in words: I talk like I think and the people say it's wrong. But it's because I'm lost in my thoughts, I have not time to think about the other: I have worlds in my head, histories, characters. I think about this every day when I am bored. I have a lot of friends in my mind but I am not mad: I just have imagination.


Biography: I live in Tinsworth with my mum, Ingrid, and my mummy, Katherine. My house is really large and beautiful! I have a room with boat bed that takes me away in the sky when I sleep to make me live great and incredible adventudes. There are big stairs in living room and each step has a unique character. The top step hates me and trips me when I go up on the floor. My house is really the most beautiful.
Before Hogwarts, I had a tutor. I went in his house with other children and we learned lessons about magic, literature, mathematics or history. I met all my best friends there! Every day was a happy day. I'm afraid to lose this when I will be in middle school. I will miss Michael and Emmy. I often play with them. We have a secret hut somewhere near the cliffs. We play with false wands, as if we were wizards! Real wizards, I mean. Seventeen's wizards who can use magic in their house. When I am in Tinworth and not with my mums, I am with Michael and Emmy. We have lived a lot of beautiful things that I will have time to tell you.
At home, I take time with my mums and my friends. I read a lot of histories. I walk on the beach. Life is simple and I really like it.
Mummy Ingrid is serious but sweet ; she takes care of me. Mum Katherine is « mad like » Stephen. It means she is funny and she really likes playing with me. But she screams when she is angry — I really hate screams.

I afraid to go Scotland.
Hogwarts is really a big school, a big castel without cliff, without blue sky or warm sand and without my friends. Without the life that I know and I always knew. I don't know if I will happy. But there will be a lot of children who will be my friends and I am so glad to meet them : we will play together. I wish to make funny and unserious friends with who I be able discover news stupidities.
Tony, from my classes, is lonely boy and it's not my best friend but he's the only who can to go Hogwarts with me this year. Emmy and Michael will join me next year. Tony doesn't like my histories and my energy but I thing that we be able be friend: he have a big collection of chocolate frogs.

First Instance of Magic: I was seven years old and my mum wanted that I drink a milk glasse. But I hated milk since the morning because Micheal has spit out his through his nose when he has laughted. It was really horrible! But mum wanted I drink this milk because « you must drink your glasse, Stephen! » and I was really, really sad that she don't understand me... So, I transformed milk in bubbles, a lot of bubbles that flyed until the windows. I thought mum would be angry but she smiled and she congratulated me!