Physical Description: Lysander is a boy of average height for his age, being around 4'8ft. He has pale skin, pale enough that one questions if he even goes outside at all. He has green eyes and short, but thick, brown hair. He has a silver pendant around his neck alongside a simple ring on his right middle finger. When not in robes, he wears a plain shirt, plain black pants, standard shoes, and a navy blue pajama coat over the top.

Mental Description: He, in the words of his mother, is the most laid back person one could meet. He is lethargic and slow to do anything that he doesn't develop much of an interest in, but he's genuine. He can be very blunt, not sugar-coating much, but he's comforting and listens when a friend needs it. He's not fussed about much, and judges people even less; he thinks if it isn't his business, it isn't his business. He doesn't think he's very academically smart, but he makes up for that with common sense.

With his friends, he's open, honest and caring. He doesn't take sides, winding up the mediator (whether he wants to be or not). He's just happy to be with a group of friends, even if his face shows very little indication of that.

Biography: He grew up in a pretty normal home, even if you count the fact of having a muggle father, a witch mother, and a muggle/squib (not sure which) older sister. He was raised in the coastal town of Barrow in Furness, a pretty sleepy town all things considered. There wasn't much to do in the town, but that did not stop his extrovert friends from dragging him around. Even though he was a half-blood, all of his close friends were all muggles. This mostly had to do with the fact they were barely any wizarding families in Barrow at all. Regardless, he was content in his life.

His mother told him about Hogwarts and how, when he turned 11, he'd get to go too. His sister, despite what he would have thought, didn't seem to care about not having magic. She was happy to proceed with her own goals in life, saying she was happy he got to experience the magic world.

First Instance of Magic: When he was about 6 years old, he was playing in the park with some of his friends. They got into an argument and Lysander stormed off. Away from the others, he simply grabbed whatever he could (small daisies) and threw them away. His mother quickly came and calmed him down, which worked rather quickly. After they stood up, his mother looked down at him, only to see the flowers he had plucked and thrown away had grown back again in an instance. What's more, there were more there than there was seconds ago.