Jason Graves | Ravenclaw | First-Year

Jason Graves, Ravenclaw, First Year

Basics
Age:11
Wand: 23,5 cm, Chestnut Wood, Dragon Heart-string
Year:1
Patronus: undefined
Species: Human
Blood Status: Half-blood
Talents: undefined

Background:
I was born and raised in the town of Athlone, Ireland to a wizard father, Aiden Graves and a muggle mother, Caitlin Ryan.
My father worked for the Ministry in the Beast Division. When I was three years old, he was part of a rescue of creatures from an underground smuggling operation. Someone was tipped off that they were coming, and my father's team was ambushed. Several of them were injured and my father was mortally wounded. He died from his injuries shortly after. I have no memories of my father, only stories that my mother and uncles tell me about him.
My mother is a muggle that works for a local bank. She chose to raise me in a muggle community since that is the world she is mostly familiar with. As an executive member of the bank, she is well respected in the community.
I have two uncles, my father's brothers, Brutus and Chilwick. My uncle Brutus works in Broom-making, and is a proficient spell-caster (At least for spells associated with brooms). My uncle Chilwick works as a Potioneer. They have exposed me to my magical side, and told me innumerable stories about my father, so I am not oblivious to my roots. Since I live in a muggle community, we are very careful to keep any magic concealed.
I was never fully comfortable around my muggle friends, knowing that magic was a part of my life that I could never share. This led me to keep to myself and not get too involved with my peers. Since I was so reserved, I was not able to get involved team sports and found an outlet in self-developmental and solo activities like track sports and martial arts. I also really start to delve into reading, because I wanted to learn more about the world around me. It fascinates me to see how things work, both magical and mundane. I turned inward on myself, focusing on my own knowledge and finding my physical limits. I hold myself to high mental and physical standards.

First Instance of Magic:
I am told that when I was four or five years old, my uncle Chilwick was putting away some plates in the kitchen and dropped them, while I was sitting in my highchair at the table. They made a loud crash and a protective bubble appeared around me. In the commotion, my mother came running into the kitchen from the den. Once I saw my mother coming into the room, the bubble popped and she came over to check on me. At first, she didn't realize what had happened, but my uncle told her, and she picked me up. We all eventually had a good laugh about it, which made me feel safe.