Name of PC: Dealla Prince
Name of iNPC: Raphael Aveline
School of iNPC: Beauxbatons
Year: 6

From Raphael's perspective, his background was nothing special. He was born in 2008 to Sebastién and Vianne Aveline, and his father soon went back to his work as a high-ranking employee in an insurance company, the type that let wealthy people insure ridiculous things like their butt or their toes, while his mother stayed home to take care of him. Raphael was a happy child for the first few years of his life, bursting with energy and impossible to calm down. Five years later, his younger sister, Esmée was born, and after a few months of adjusting to not being the sole focus of his parents' attention anymore, Raphael quickly grew protective of the new addition to the family.

His first instance of magic occurred when he was six; and he hadn't thought it anything out of the ordinary. His mother had been watering plants in the garden, and Esmée had been crying, so he'd tried to calm her down. When Vianne came back into the room shortly later, she had found feathers floating all around the room, and Esmée giggling in delight. Vianne had been less happy. Raphael had never quite understood why his mother had shouted at him that day, telling him to never do that again, but he had nodded meekly. He didn't even know what he had done, couldn't have repeated it if he'd tried.

Then, when Raphael was seven years old and Esmée was two, his mother left. Raphael had not seen it coming, oblivious to the quiet fights his parents had late at night. The boy's personality changed after that. He was less excitable, less curious. It was hard to get him interested in hobbies or school, the one exception being football (soccer), which he rapidly developed a passion for. It was a relief for his father, seeing the kid happily chatting about football games, and his own ambitions to become a professional football players. Still, aside from this, Raphael remained closed off, and continued to be so for the next years.

For Raphael, there was not much to be excited about. Home was usually boring, an empty house. His mother had left so long ago that her absence was not consciously noticeable anymore, a faded impression of something that should be there but wasn't, smoothed over by time. His father was not often home, either, working long hours. His sister was a sprinkle of colour in a grey day, but even she was not there much, staying at the school's after school programs or going home with friends in their parents' care long after Raphael had convinced their father that he was old enough to be home alone. His free time was spent at the local football field, practising, but at least he had a clear goal there, something he was working towards.

He'd been perfectly content being normal, playing football, taking care of his sister, but then his life turned upside down once more when he found out that he was, apparently, magical.

His mother could have told him that, of course. About magic, and her own family, which was full of people like him. Well, not quite like him, maybe, for the Favreaus took high pride in their heritage, and the lack of Muggle blood in their ancestry. Which was why, when they had discovered Vianne's complete lack of any magical talent, they had hidden her away. Pretended she didn't exist, sent her to a boarding school, to avoid the shame of people knowing they had a Squib in their family. She'd lived her adult life separate from them, and decided not to tell her new family about the world that didn't want her. And so, when Raphael had shown that he was part of that world, she had left instead of explaining these things to her son, afraid of being rejected once again.