Apollo Eisenhower stood at a diminutive 4 feet and 10 inches. My dark brown hair, styled in a slightly shaggy and unkempt manner, almost concealed my blue eyes, which held a hint of mischief and curiosity. My straight nose and soft facial features lent me an overall youthful appearance.

My personality was just as distinct as my physical appearance. I am sensitive and reserved around strangers, tending to only share my thoughts and feelings with those I knew and trusted. However, beneath this initial reticence lay a feisty, spirited demeanor. I have a quick wit and a tendency towards sassiness, but I also harbored a depth of character that went beyond this fiery exterior.

My life was normal like everyone else. My family is from Bristol, but then moved to Yateley, England. My grandparents and parents are also from Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All older relatives are from house Slytherin, except my mother, who is from house Ravenclaw. My mother and father works decent jobs to keep our family striving. Since they have different shifts, they take turns in taking care of me and my older brother.

My older brother is a 3rd year in Slytherin. We grow up to be close and always there for each other’s side. I also have two loyal friends which I am close with, named Bradley and Adamson who is also starting their 1st year at Hogwarts. I pray they stay close to me, and not let different circumstances drift us apart from each other.

I don’t remember it much, but I made a book spin. Of course, I was young when it happened. I was under the age of 9. It is nothing purposeful, and nothing extraordinary.