Nicholas Lazarus - Ravenclaw - First year

Name: Nicholas Lazarus Age: 11 Blood Status: Pureblood Species: Human

School Year: 1 (2025-2026) Birthday: 20 March 2014 Dormitory: Verreaux's Eagle Wand: 26,0 cm dogwood wood and dragon heartstring

Sexuality: DBT Patronus: DBT Bogart: DBT Amortencia: DBT

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲

HISTORY. Reducio Nicholas Lazarus was born at 11:43am 20 of March 2014. He is white, with an assortment of light freckles peppering his skin from his cheeks and across his nose down to his neck and shoulders, with bright green eyes and black hair, very similar in appearance to his mother Magdalene with the exception of his green eyes, which he inherited from his father Richard Lazarus. His mother Magdalene is a very well renowned dancer and singer, who has toured across England and Scotland and also visited Japan quite often for a few weeks at the time. In one of those trips, long before Nicholas was born, she met an artist named Aya Kimura, a halfblood witch who soon became her best friend and soon confidant. When Nicholas was born, Magdalene made Aya his godmother, which she was delighted about. Every time she would visit, she would bring Nicholas an assortment of origamis which she had learned from her muggle mother when she was a child, she ended up teaching him the art and now he loves making little paper flowers to decorate his surroundings with. His father Richard was much of a quiet man, mostly kept for himself although captivated by his wife’s singing voice and artistic loud personality, oh so opposite of his own. Despite his stoic demeanor, he truly loves his family more than anything in the world, just has a hard time expressing it. As a Ravenclaw himself, Richard has worked as a writer, writing many fairly sucessful books about potion ingredients and about herbology, hosting a few greetings with his readers. It was in one of those greetings that he had met Magdalene. Living in a Manor on the calm chilly northwest of England village of Weaverham, Nicholas grew up mostly isolated from any other young kids his age, being only able to connect with his parents, his godmother and his tutor Mrs.Hazelbell who would teach him all the necessary for a young wizard his age, like how to write and how to read. Because of that simple life, Nicholas is an overall loving but lonely boy, with a tendency of not taking in social cues as well as his peers and not being the epitome of social interactions. Despite that, he tries his best to be friendly and cherish the friends he does manage to acquire in his life. ..-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ ..

F.I.O.M. Reducio When he was 6 years old, his mother started going through a rough patch, he wasn’t sure what that was since his parents refused to talk to him about it at such a young age, but even he knew something was wrong when his mother started spending more time at home instead of travelling for work, just sitting around silently, not singing, not dancing from place to place like she was known of doing. The house felt cold and grey when his mom was sad, the primroses she adored peppered across the house also seemed sad, many of them already withering away without her meticulous instructions of how to care for them when she was away, and her overall lack of care when she stood stagnant. To try making his mother happier, Nicholas tried to water the plants himself, like she had done before with the old green watering can she kept on the top shelf in the living room. What a mess that was, he toppled a couple of the decorative flower pots from it trying to reach for it, and it was sheer luck he hadn't been hurt from the falling ceramics. His mother, alarmed, rushed for Nicholas while he cried on the floor, when he explained his plan, just to make her happy, he saw his mother smile for the first time in weeks, hugging him tightly and thanking him for his efforts regardless. Then she gave a little gasp that startled him again, and when he asked, she told him that he didn't need to water the plants at all. Because he had made them bloom right then and there. And that was the first time his family knew that he was truly a soon-to-be wizard. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞