George Nicol

Full Name: George Nicol
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Date of Birth: 02 September 2013
Nationality: Scottish
Hometown: Edinburgh, Scotland
House: Gryffindor
School Year: First Year

Wand: 30.6 cm Mayhaw wood with Phoenix Feather core

Appearance:
Physically, I carry the look of someone who belongs to the wizarding world. Pale skin, sharp eyes that rarely miss anything, and tidy dark hair. My expression is usually calm and unreadable, which makes people unsure whether I’m quietly observing… or quietly judging.

Personality:
Mentally, I’ve always been intense. Curious to a fault, ambitious, and extremely determined once I decide I want something. I dislike ignorance, and I have little patience for those who underestimate what magic truly is.

History / Background:
Magic was never a surprise in my life. It was simply the way the world worked.

I was born into a pure-blood wizarding family. Ancient spell books lined the shelves of our home, portraits watched silently from the walls, and conversations about magical history, powerful witches and wizards, and old family traditions filled the evenings.

Long before I was old enough to attend Hogwarts, I already knew some spells and had spent years learning about the wizarding world from my family.

First Instance of Magic:
My first accidental magic happened when I was still very young. I remember watching older relatives practice spells in our home, wishing more than anything that I could do the same.

Frustration built until suddenly a stack of books across the room lifted from the table and slammed against the wall.

The room went silent. No wand. No spell. Just raw magic.

Instead of anger, my family smiled. They told me it was only the beginning — proof that the magic in my blood was already awakening.