Rheul Nightingale
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 13 Oct 2011
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- Windermere, England
- Function:
- First year, Gryffindor
- Wand:
- 31,8 cm cedar wood and phoenix feather
I have slightly long wavy black hair with some reddish brown highlights. My eye color is brown. I’m probably average height for my age. My skin is fair as snow. I like fashion so I’m usually wearing something trendy.
I’m a bit quiet but I’d say I’m mostly more of an extrovert. I can be stubborn and a bit hot headed but I’m working on it. I am definitely impulsive especially when it comes to shopping. If I like it I buy it. I love shopping, fashion, and people watching.
I grew up in a stable family with a loving mom and hardworking dad. I have an older half brother from my dad’s previous marriage. He is 3 years older. I also have a younger sister by 4 years. Since my brother was older he mainly did what he wanted and hung out with his own friends. My sister and I would get into fights every now and then but nothing that is out of the ordinary of ordinary sibling squabbles.
When I was 7 I accidentally may have sent some books flying from a shelf. My sister and I were playing a game and she beat me despite being young and I pounded my fist on the table and the books launched themselves onto the floor. That was the first ever instance of magic I had. It was small but it was enough to distract the both of us from my own little tantrum.
I’m a bit quiet but I’d say I’m mostly more of an extrovert. I can be stubborn and a bit hot headed but I’m working on it. I am definitely impulsive especially when it comes to shopping. If I like it I buy it. I love shopping, fashion, and people watching.
I grew up in a stable family with a loving mom and hardworking dad. I have an older half brother from my dad’s previous marriage. He is 3 years older. I also have a younger sister by 4 years. Since my brother was older he mainly did what he wanted and hung out with his own friends. My sister and I would get into fights every now and then but nothing that is out of the ordinary of ordinary sibling squabbles.
When I was 7 I accidentally may have sent some books flying from a shelf. My sister and I were playing a game and she beat me despite being young and I pounded my fist on the table and the books launched themselves onto the floor. That was the first ever instance of magic I had. It was small but it was enough to distract the both of us from my own little tantrum.