Jonathan Bryx

Full Name: Jonathan Bryx
House: Gryffindor
Age: 12
Wand: 23,8 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring
School Year: First Year
Species: Human
Blood status: Muggle-born
First Instance of Magic: Outside when it happened at the age of 6. Not doing anything important, kicking a small stone along the pavement, watching it scrape forward. Kicked it harder than meant. The stone shot forward— And didn’t come down. It stopped midair. The stone just, hovered, about three feet off the ground. Blinked, then stone dropped. Clacked against the pavement .
History/Background: Jonathan resided inside a peaceful English neighborhood while surrounded by many normal vehicles and common brick houses for several years. It has been observed that most local people perceived the narrator as just a silent child possessing really dark hair who was always weirdly fascinated by the kitchen toaster every single morning. The surrounding environment was perceived by Jonathan in a way which was really unique and kind of unusual compared to other children who lived nearby. Perhaps the reason for this perspective was the presence of one blue eye alongside one green eye since the eyes forced the narrator to notice patterns in everything during the day.

Many long hours were spent by Jonathan just observing the small movements of life as the physical world is pretty interesting and full of mysteries. The light from the sun was witnessed while the brightness reflected off a glass window inside the educational institution or the way the chirps of a bird sounded in perfect sync. Small details like those visual patterns always caught the eye of Jonathan and captured the imagination of the mind for a long time. My parents ensured that the narrator possessed a stable dwelling place, but sometimes the narrator felt like a wooden puzzle piece trying to fit into the wrong spot. Great comfort was discovered inside the thick pages of many books and through the slow process of opening many old mechanical gadgets with small metal tools. Experts claim that the tiny silver scar on the palm works as a constant reminder to respect the power in the world after the toaster burned the hand long ago.

Words only left the mouth of Jonathan when the heart felt complete confidence about what the narrator absolutely wanted to say to other people in the room. Any individual who took the time to listen seemed quite interested in the way that Jonathan paid pretty close attention to everything in the world. Certain routines and many unusual habits were followed strictly by Jonathan to keep the daily schedule pretty predictable for the life of Jonathan. It has been observed that these routines helped Jonathan keep the loud noise and the outside chaos from messing with Jonathan's own head while the day.

The entire life of Jonathan entered a completely different path during the time that Jonathan reached the age of six years old. I remember the day Jonathan was just kicking a small stone down the dusty road and the narrator accidentally kicked the stone with too much sudden force. Instead of just rolling away into the distance, the stone just stayed there while floating about three feet on top of the solid ground level. It is believed by Jonathan that the eyes could not be trusted as the sight of the floating rock was so truly incredible and strange. This stone was just hanging in the empty air while completely ignoring all the rules of physics that were once known to Jonathan. Right at that specific time, Jonathan understood that Jonathan was no longer just a person watching the world through the glass windows of a house. Many people believe that a secret magic existed inside the narrator as the power was revealed through the floating stone on the quiet road.
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