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Bailey Caulkin
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
11 Oct 2011
Nationality:
Scottish
Residence:
Glasgow, Scotland
Function:
First year, Slytherin
Wand:
20,8 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
Physical Description: Dark short hair, slit left eyebrow, tanned skin, faint freckled nose and cheeks, light brown eyes, small burn from a fire when he was a child on his forearm.

Mental Description: He is a cheeky chappy, always wanting to make others laugh and smile. He can be a nuisance when he wishes and always has difficulty sitting still no matter where he is and tends to lose focus a lot. He's still a happy-go-lucky lad and never lets anything stand in his way.

Biography: Bailey's childhood before Hogwarts was a strange one, he grew up as the only child until the age of 4 when his little sister came along. Since then, he's always felt a little pushed out by his mother but his father noticed and decided to spend more time with him. His father taught him about life as a Wizard and Bailey loved it. Bailey also loves playing Football and Rugby for his local clubs, altough he'd love to play Quidditch one day.

First Instance of Magic: At age 7, Bailey was the subject of torment by an older pupil at his primary school. Every day the bully would push him around, steal his lunchbox and wouldn’t give it back, some days they would even pour water or juice all over him. He couldn’t do a thing about it, as every time he tried to tell a teacher they wouldn’t listen to him.

One day when he came home from school, he went straight upstairs and threw his school bag on his bed. He stood in the room for a moment, fists by his side shaking angrily, when all of a sudden his desk started to float! He panicked, thinking it was a ghost at first. His mother and father heard the commotion and came running up the stairs to see Bailey stood there, still shaking with anger, beside the floating desk.

His mother instantly ran back down the stairs as she was frightened. His father on the other hand, walked over to Bailey and kneeled in front of him, his hands planted on Bailey’s shoulders. He told him to breathe in and out slowly, so that the table would eventually settle back down. His father was still taken by surprise and did panic as his little boy could get in trouble, but set out to teach Bailey to control his emotions so nothing like this could happen again (which it did, quite a few times).