Tristram Drewitt | First Year | Ravenclaw

Tristram, quite frankly, had a very simple and idyllic childhood. Clara and Magnus Drewitt, his parents and a pair of Hogwarts graduates, ran a fairly successful flower shop within the busy city of London. This afforded Tristram the opportunity to experience both magical and non-magical society given the business was frequented by both sides, the former mainly being his aunties and uncles (friends of his parents from school). Tristram loved them all, finding the ones who knew nothing about muggle life excitingly eccentric and was always glad to answer any odd question they brought along with them in exchange for the goings on of the wizarding world.

Despite his pureblood lineage, his parents held no particular bias and made certain to instill an open-minded view into Tristram, even enrolling him into muggle schooling to really seal the deal. This was carefully offset with regular visits to more 'normal' events like quidditch games and the like, never trying to hide his true heritage from him. Either way, his early childhood was a complete and utter blast.

Tristram stands at about four foot eight (one hundred and forty-nine centimeters) in height and was of slight build. His skin tone was warm in appearance. He has black hair and brown eyes, the former being medium in length and perpetually tousled despite his parent's best efforts. The child can rarely be found without some form of smile present on his lips, finding amusement in nearly anything. A sign of his good-natured temperament, perhaps.

Tristram is an affable and outgoing person, something of which his parents believed to have instilled into him given the social nature of their career. He could be easy going, almost to a fault. Very little brought him frustration and even less escaped his interest. These traits were paired with a keen perception of the world around him and fierce loyalty for those deserving.

Tristram's first instance of magic was protective in nature, occuring one early morning en route to school alongside some friends. Perhaps a bit more distracted than any kid should be whilst crossing the road, one of Tristram's friends; Lucilla, whom was several feet ahead of them and not exactly paying attention to traffic, was but a few seconds away from what would've been an unfortunate collision with a car. Mind full of frantic panic, Tristram throws a hand up in an attempt to warn her. Given the short distance between them, there was no way he could've reached her in time. The act paired with his desire to see his friend safe, sent the girl out of danger with a strong burst. There was some scraped knees, sure, but Lucilla was safe and that's what mattered. Only Tristram was aware of what had just occurred and relayed the news to his parents later that day after returning home from school. Their excitement had the boy swelling with pride.