⟡ Noctua R. Zephyr - First Year - Ravenclaw ⟡

Noctua Ryderion Zephyr was born to a squib mother of unknown identity in a muggle hospital. Said anonymous mother immediately surrendered all parental rights upon birth, and with the (muggle) father undetermined, Noctua was declared a legal orphan.

About half a year later, he was officially adopted by an infertile muggle couple by the names of Eloise and William Davis, his last name remained the same, however, as they wanted him to make that choice himself when he grew old enough. And sure enough, on the day after his eighth birthday, he was sat down and told the truth of how he had been adopted. Surprisingly enough, Noctua's opinion of his parents remained unchanged, and when asked the question of whether or not he wanted to uncover the identity of his biological mother, he very maturely refused. He did, however, eventually decide to keep his name.

Noctua, who at the time obviously did not know he was a wizard, initially assumed that the very strangely dressed person outside of his home who was talking about some strange place called ‘Hogwash’ was either attempting to scam or kidnap him, or scam and kidnap him. Noctua only accepted that the person was telling the truth when, with a few funny words followed by a flourish of a strangely intricate stick that one could only assume was some sort of magic wand, the coffee table started levitating.

It was the day after Noctua's fifth birthday, it was nearing night, and he was in a surprisingly empty playground in a place called 'battery park' (Battersea Park, London), climbing a playset, because why not? In one hand he held the ear of a plush dog he had very creatively named Kitty, and another gripped the ridges engraved into the roof of the playset. Suddenly, his grip faltered, and he fell.

Noctua braced for impact, curling in on himself. But when his freefall inevitably ended, he didn't smack onto the hard ground as expected, instead he landed on something soft. After a while, he reluctantly opened his eyes, and to his astonishment, under him were one.. two.. three.. four.. five, five identical Kittys!

He blinked, dumbfounded and bewildered, before promptly deciding that Santa was terribly early this year, gathering up the Kittys and labeling each of them as Kitty Jr, Kitty Jr Jr, and so on. The next morning when he went to show his parents, however, only the original remained, and all the juniors had vanished into thin air.