Cormac Declan
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 30 Jun 2012
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Galway, Ireland
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 22,5 cm elder wood and snallygaster heartstring
Physical Description: A wiry young man, with an average build for a boy his age. Currently standing at 144 centimeters (4'8), Cormac Declan boasts a decently long and somewhat well-kept man of brown hair, and dulled, but mischievous emerald green eyes. Also with a reasonably stout chin and slumping shoulders.
Mental Description: Be it of wit or intention spurning, young Cormac was always learning. Of house and home, or of routes and tomes. With glinted eye and wilted supply, only the choicest would his pureblood eyes descry. He follows through, family tradition followed true. So that each and every description, would meet his families choicest condition.
Biography: Young Cormac Declan hails from a Pureblood family of rather well-off means in Galway, Ireland. His family life might have been considered the sort of idyllic one you'd expect for a wealthy wizarding family, and indeed it mostly was, spending the majority of his childhood before enrolling in Hogwarts enjoying life on the minor estate the Declan Family owned, though of few friends except a few other children he'd meet when his parents hosted guest, he spent most of his time socializing with the one house elf their family still kept around, Spreacher, and his cousins when they would visit.
Though Cormac Declan takes great pride in his family and home, his father, Dulligan Declan, has remained tight-lipped about anything more than the barest details. As such Young Cormac has longed to leave home and create a legacy for himself, though what means become available.
First Instance of Magic: During a family gathering when Cormac was eight, on a trip to Wales, visiting extended family, Cormac was feeling particularly frustrated because he was not allowed to join in on an important discussion among the adults. In his heightened sense of childish frustration, he inadvertently caused the curtains of their minor estate to snap shut, causing a nearby vase to fall and shatter, much to his shock and later silent satisfaction.
Though the event itself did get him in a small bit of trouble with his mother for shattering a decently valuable vase, who thought nothing of the event, he had felt a great sense of pride in the accidental instance of magic. His father shared a similar sense of pride in his son, rejoiced in knowing his boy was indeed not a squib, as he had grown a tiny bit worried past the age of seven.
Mental Description: Be it of wit or intention spurning, young Cormac was always learning. Of house and home, or of routes and tomes. With glinted eye and wilted supply, only the choicest would his pureblood eyes descry. He follows through, family tradition followed true. So that each and every description, would meet his families choicest condition.
Biography: Young Cormac Declan hails from a Pureblood family of rather well-off means in Galway, Ireland. His family life might have been considered the sort of idyllic one you'd expect for a wealthy wizarding family, and indeed it mostly was, spending the majority of his childhood before enrolling in Hogwarts enjoying life on the minor estate the Declan Family owned, though of few friends except a few other children he'd meet when his parents hosted guest, he spent most of his time socializing with the one house elf their family still kept around, Spreacher, and his cousins when they would visit.
Though Cormac Declan takes great pride in his family and home, his father, Dulligan Declan, has remained tight-lipped about anything more than the barest details. As such Young Cormac has longed to leave home and create a legacy for himself, though what means become available.
First Instance of Magic: During a family gathering when Cormac was eight, on a trip to Wales, visiting extended family, Cormac was feeling particularly frustrated because he was not allowed to join in on an important discussion among the adults. In his heightened sense of childish frustration, he inadvertently caused the curtains of their minor estate to snap shut, causing a nearby vase to fall and shatter, much to his shock and later silent satisfaction.
Though the event itself did get him in a small bit of trouble with his mother for shattering a decently valuable vase, who thought nothing of the event, he had felt a great sense of pride in the accidental instance of magic. His father shared a similar sense of pride in his son, rejoiced in knowing his boy was indeed not a squib, as he had grown a tiny bit worried past the age of seven.