I am an average height eleven year old boy, lean, fair skin, I have short dark brown hair that, when grown out, falls forward slightly, often a little messy unless putting some kind of product in it. I have warmish brown eyes that seem observant but quietly expressive. Usually giving away my thoughts without me realising.

Thoughtful yet competitive, analytical and logical by nature, I don't usually rush head on into something, I would rather watch, learn and then act. But, once I’m committed, it’s all or nothing.

Fiercely loyal, but fair when needed, but will always be on the side of those closest to me. Never the loudest, somewhat withdrawn socially, though, I am incredibly stubborn, especially when I know I’m right, no matter the subject. I love a challenge, a problem or puzzle. Often seen as calm, with a sharp, witty mind and dry sense of humour, which shows up more, the more I trust someone.

I grew up in a close, working class half-blood household, Dad being muggle, Mum a witch. My childhood was steady, surrounded by routines, football on the weekends, watching or playing. I will always have a closer relationship with my family than I ever tell someone.

I attended a local primary school, where I only had a handful of real friends, rather than being the ‘popular’ kid everyone wanted to talk to. I was involved heavily in all sports, always reliably open to try or volunteer myself for the team. Though, I wouldn’t say I ever want to be the centre of attention.

My first, accidental incident with magic, was during a summer football tournament. During one match, the other team was constantly shoving, pushing and fouling my team, I grew more and more frustrated, and when taking a rogue shot, it suddenly, definitely unnaturally curved around the other team and flew into the net.