December Prometheus | First Year | Slytherin

December wasn't named for the month he was born in (though, his parents decided it was a lucky thing nonetheless), but rather, after an old relative on his father's side. His last name came from his mother, which his father never took after marriage. They disliked their father intensely such that so, during the start of every school, he would introduce himself properly, but often request to be called by his surname. Possibly, this is why he takes liking to the teachers who call students by their last names, where most students wrinkle their noses towards it.

Pre-Hogwarts, December's life was pretty good. While they never had the best relationship with their parents, he had a sister five years older who had been his best home-friend all his life, though he got a bit lonely during the school year while she was at Hogwarts (As well as after her graduation, when she began to work far away). Even so, they had sufficient friendships during those times, and on the weekends, he would go to his auntie's house and play with his half-blood cousins. They were around his age, and would be going to Hogwarts a year after him. When he was at home, however-- during week-long breaks, over summer, and, of course, after school-- he would very, very often be subject to his father's temper. Quite often, it ruined weeks on end of what could have been familial normality, though in the case of the two's relationship, it would be odd otherwise. Though, at the end of every day, he would get into bed with his favourite stuffed animal, a dragon his auntie gifted him, his mother would kiss him goodnight, and the next day would be woken to.

When Prometheus turned eleven, they received their acceptance letter from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, met with much excitement from all in the house, with varying levels of reasons. Funnily enough, this, prompting the absence of December from their household for his schooling, was a large reason both he and his father were happy. Maybe the only time the two agreed on their feelings. Well, soon enough, he would be whisked away to Hogwarts--
--and since, sorted into the Slytherin house! He was looking forward to the start of the school year!

December Prometheus's first instance of magic was when they were seven years old, or, rather, turning it. On their seventh birthday, December, curious a child as ever, went to the grocery store with their father. Their father, spiteful the father as ever, said to him that he could go and get chocolate ice cream, which, everyone who knows the boy, knows he despises.

After a long game of who-can-glare-harder, a crying December threw what adults liked to call 'temper tantrums'. As was always the case, it did nothing to change their father's mind, and the chocolate ice cream was proceeded to be reached for by his father, much to Prometheus's dismay- it was his birthday, and his father was still choosing this path? I wish I had a kind father, they thought. However, through their furiously tear-filled eyes, Prometheus saw his father's hand recoil from the door, and at the same time, heard a sharp sound.

There wasn't a distinct noise to it, and in retrospect, it might've even been soft, but it was loud and jarring enough in the moment to make his father flinch. He, and his now slightly pale (but still irked) father laid eyes on the entire selection of ice treats. Right before their eyes, the labels morphed and the cartons wiggled, and when they opened the freezers to look closer, they found that each and every single container's contents was nothing but strawberry ice cream.

Hours later, after his cousins and friends arrived, goofed off over dinner, and his auntie herded them outside to play, they were called back for dessert... Their favourite treat, strawberry ice cream. Meanwhile, December's father morosely informed their mother of his first instance of magic.