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Duncan Dill
Status:
Pure-blood
Birthday:
14 Feb 2012
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Bristol, England
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
21,0 cm cherry wood and thunderbird tail feather
Hello! I'm Duncan. Duncan Dill, a pure blood from Bristol! My mum and dad (Masie and Finlay Dill respectively). My eyes are blue -inherited from my dad- and my hair is a dirty, brown mop that my mum calls a crows nest. I'm a little short, at the might stature of 4'7, and all of my clothes are a size (or a million) over what they should be, 'cause my dad doesn't want to by me new ones every year. He says I look like a responsible young man with them, but I feel more like a scarecrow. One of my ears are a bit bigger than the other (but more on that later). I would describe myself as a talented individual (though magic is not one of those talents). I always performed well against my friends, earning me the name Swotty Head. Regardless of this, I am hard working and slightly intelligent (to the point of annoyance, some may add). Thats not that suprising judging be the fact that my whole family (apart from uncle Herbert, but we don't talk about him), have been in Ravenclaw. I hope I'll be one too... My home life (without any siblings) is pretty peaceful, as my family is relatively well of. Of course, you wouldn't get that impression if you walked in. My whole house is full of stuff thats older than my gran, and has probably never been used. It all started when my mum read this muggle book about the environment. Ever since (even though it hardly concerned wizards, as we don't even use electricity), she goes on a rampage when ever anyone wants to through something away. My dad has gone along with it (though I'm not sure if it was willingly), hence my clothing size. Both my parents want me to be a good wizard and understand all culture wizard and muggle, though I find it pretty boring. My first magical experience was when I was 7. I was a bit of a nosy parker at the time, and loved secretly listening in on people. At one point, I couldn't hear what my mum was whispering so I somehow grew my ears to around 50x the size. They did everything they could, and I was in mungo's for a month, but my ear will never be the same. I think it might be because I like it like that though...