Fredrick Galdric
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 19 Aug 2013
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 26,9 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather
Age: 11
Height: 4 foot and 6 inches
Weight: 79 pounds
Physical Description:
His eyes of two colors unbound, Hazel as soft as the morning autumn sun and blue like the skies and the ocean, face adorned with freckles alike, his hair warm and blonde as the sunlight stream, bridge of nose high and lips as pink as peach in the summer morning.
Story:
Fredrick's life is as normal as you can imagine a typical family of London, but when his mother died of severe illness, his father had gone mad and became more distant to him and his brother, Eliazar
But one night, they had a fight, fredrick came home late after spending time in his friend's house, his father became furious, saying Eliazar had to do all the work in the house because he left, he reasoned with him, saying he was just having fun and completely unaware of the time, but his father didn't flinched and got upstairs to pack his belongings, he told Eliazar to pack as well, when they were leaving, Fredrick asked his father why would he take his brother only, how about him? But his father opened the door and before they left, he said that his brother is more competent than him, no goodbyes, not even from his brother.
He was taken by a couple when they saw him wandering the streets on a cold night. There, he was taken care not lavishly but just enough to fill his needs in exchange for him helping in doing the house chores. That is when the rainy night of August 7th, as he was sweeping the floor of the living room, he saw a newspaper at the coffee table, when he flipped the pages he saw an article of a plane crash that had happened just last month, in the bottom left of the article, is a list of the people who have died in the crash, none of them captured his interest, but only two did
"Horace Galdric and Eliazar Galdric"
He lost it, he cried in his room, the excruciating pain he felt in his chest hurts more than boiling water in your skin, he couldn't control his tears, in pain, he screamed in his pillow to not wake up the others, that is when the window in his room shattered a carved, clean circle near the windowsill, he jumped on the sound and quickly sweeps it on a dust pan and thrown it in the trash, he wasn't sure how that happened, but he went back to bed, still shaken from the shatter and the feeling of dread, he slowly forgotten what had happen, and the only thing that is in his mind is his birthday is near..
Height: 4 foot and 6 inches
Weight: 79 pounds
Physical Description:
His eyes of two colors unbound, Hazel as soft as the morning autumn sun and blue like the skies and the ocean, face adorned with freckles alike, his hair warm and blonde as the sunlight stream, bridge of nose high and lips as pink as peach in the summer morning.
Story:
Fredrick's life is as normal as you can imagine a typical family of London, but when his mother died of severe illness, his father had gone mad and became more distant to him and his brother, Eliazar
But one night, they had a fight, fredrick came home late after spending time in his friend's house, his father became furious, saying Eliazar had to do all the work in the house because he left, he reasoned with him, saying he was just having fun and completely unaware of the time, but his father didn't flinched and got upstairs to pack his belongings, he told Eliazar to pack as well, when they were leaving, Fredrick asked his father why would he take his brother only, how about him? But his father opened the door and before they left, he said that his brother is more competent than him, no goodbyes, not even from his brother.
He was taken by a couple when they saw him wandering the streets on a cold night. There, he was taken care not lavishly but just enough to fill his needs in exchange for him helping in doing the house chores. That is when the rainy night of August 7th, as he was sweeping the floor of the living room, he saw a newspaper at the coffee table, when he flipped the pages he saw an article of a plane crash that had happened just last month, in the bottom left of the article, is a list of the people who have died in the crash, none of them captured his interest, but only two did
"Horace Galdric and Eliazar Galdric"
He lost it, he cried in his room, the excruciating pain he felt in his chest hurts more than boiling water in your skin, he couldn't control his tears, in pain, he screamed in his pillow to not wake up the others, that is when the window in his room shattered a carved, clean circle near the windowsill, he jumped on the sound and quickly sweeps it on a dust pan and thrown it in the trash, he wasn't sure how that happened, but he went back to bed, still shaken from the shatter and the feeling of dread, he slowly forgotten what had happen, and the only thing that is in his mind is his birthday is near..