Lazarus Lavey ✶ First Year ✶ Ravenclaw

𝑬 𝑨 𝑹 𝑳 𝒀 ● 𝑳 𝑰 𝑭 𝑬 | Lazarus was born on the countryside of England, His parents being each herbologists who had moved there solely for the good soil. Once they had their first kid, He became their light and joy, but although they loved him very much, they still had to leave him at home very often when they went on their trips outside of the city for work. Lazarus spent his time drawing, mostly. He would do sketches of the view outside his bedroom window, spend nights camping under the stars, and spend days swimming in the river. He took to magic fairly easily, as his parents did not try to hide that part of his heritage from him. His First instance of magic happened when he was 8, he had tried to garden for the first time alongside his parents. It as not going well, and the flower he planted had wilted, dying slowly. He became very said and went inside to cry, feeling saddened that he killed the plant. The very next day, his parents checked up on the plant and it made a magical recovery. Once he learned that he would be eventually going to Hogwarts, it became the forefront of his daily thoughts. Just one more month and I can go to school.

𝑺 𝑪 𝑯 𝑶 𝑶 𝑳 ● 𝑳 𝑰 𝑭 𝑬 | Once he had finally gotten an Owl from Hogwarts, he nearly shed a tear. He was excited, and a little nervous. His parents had taken him to Diagon Alley, fitted his robes, gotten his wand, and all the other supplies he would need. They said a tearful goodbye at the platform for the Hogwarts Express, and Lazarus would go on to reminisce on the ride, silently hoping its all he hoped it would be.