Ambrose Dante | First Year | Gryffindor

Biography:
Growing up in a strict pureblood family, Ambrose turned out to be the nightmare his parents never though they'd deserve. Sarcastic, short, and favoring comics over jules verne, the boy has a knack for always being in the wrong place at the wrong time. As a result, at one point his parents just...gave up on trying to fix him. They had other kids who could inherit their business, other kids who weren't digging their heels in and fighting them with every chance they got. So he got left alone for the most part. Aside from being forced into the occasional suit, Ambrose genuinely had a good childhood. Grew up on a big estate surrounded by his older siblings, spent a lot of time outside, exploring and finding things that interested him. At one point, his brother dragged him off to a rock concert, and he'd been glued to a guitar and drumsticks ever since, practicing until he forgot how to move his fingers.


First Instance of Magic:
It was a little odd. The only thing he remembered from that moment was a numb panic. He could picture it still, the bludger flying towards his neighor's windows, he and Charlie (his older brother) hovering over in the air, eyes wide with panic. The beater's bat was still in Ambrose's hand, fingers gone slack. But instead of the splintering he'd expected to hear as soon as the bludger smashed into the glass, there was only a quiet woosh. And the ball passed through the glass, landing safely on the elderly woman's bed and scaring her cat away. He and Charlie breathed a sigh of relief...and booked it.