Physical Description: Alasdair has wavy blonde curtains that cover his large ears. His eyes, framed neatly by his stubby nose and sharp eyebrows, are a shade of steely grey, with hints of emerald green. Sitting between his square jaw and vivid freckles are two narrow red lips that turn crimson in the unforgiving Scottish cold.

Despite the fact that he’s not too fond of fashion, Von Tschirnhaus-Comyn has been taught to dress well. You’ll find the pupil wandering Hogwart’s corridors in bespoke robes and a kilt featuring his family’s ancient tartan, whereas his leisurewear consists mostly of dress shirts, chinos and wax coats thick enough to brave the highland climate.

Alasdair stands relatively tall for an eleven-year-old, having grown to be four feet and eleven inches. He sports an average build, and owes most of his length to his long legs.

Mental Description: Alasdair is an ambitious, curious young man with a decidedly average mental profile. Temperate and well-mannered, he’s a kind and considerate soul.

Biography: Alasdair was born into a prominent pure-blooded household based in what muggles believe to be the ruin of Lochindorb Castle in the Scottish Highlands. His father is a scion of the famous clan Comyn of Badenoch, a line of aristocrats that rose to prominence in wizarding society when they faked their extinction to avoid muggle persecution, and his mother is the descendant of the Saxon aristocrat Ehrenfried Walther von Tschirnhaus, a pure-blooded wizard whose alchemy introduced porcelain to Enlightenment Europe.

His early childhood was marked by his family’s immense privilege and affluence. The Comyns and Tschirnhauses had both built up considerable generational wealth, which meant that Alasdair grew up without any wants or needs. Despite his material comfort, the pressure to succeed in life weighed heavily upon his shoulders - he would have to fulfill the expectations and duties his family had thrust upon him, or spend his last penniless days knowing that he had been unable to preserve his family’s century-old fortune.

First Instance of Magic: Alasdair was particularly late when it came to showing his first signs of magic, which irritated him to no end. Aoife, his twin sister, became his parents' unashamed favourite for her affinity with magic, which had sparked an ever-lasting sibling rivalry.

Hoping to outperform his sister, Alasdair pushed himself to the very limit to develop magic, trying everything. He'd swum through lakes and bogs of the Great Glen, hoping the cool water would spur on something magical within himself, wasted hours trying to turn peat into gold upon the incantation of some imagined spell, and once even nearly set fire to his family's ancestral seat trying to conjure a ball of fire in the great hall's hearth.

In a shocking twist of irony, Alasdair would have his first accidental bout of magic at a time when he himself did not even notice it. After a long day of swimming through Loch Rutven, wee seven-year-old Allie went for some well-deserved shut-eye, drowsily stumbling into bed after which he promptly fell asleep. The boy can scant remember anything that night, save for the fact that he had a terrible nightmare.

When he was woken up by his parents, his room looked like a tornado had flown right through it. The curtains had been ripped from their poles, their fine fabric stretched and perforated by a seemingly inexplicable force. All the boy's belongings had been scattered through the room, and his priceless mahogany desk had been dented by something stronger than a lad of his age could ever be.

It didn't take Von Tschirnhaus-Comyn's parents to put two and two together - Alasdair's violent fit during his sleep must have translated to his first instance of magic. Ecstatic about the fact that he proved not to a squib after all, Alasdair's felt a sense of bittersweet relief; though he could not be happier about the fact that he was capable of magic, he could not believe that he hadn't been able to witness it himself.