Theodore Lancelor, First Year, Slytherin

Full Name : Theodore Lancelor
House : Slytherin
Age : 11
Wand : 26,6 cm mayhaw wood and dragon heartstring
School Year : 1st Year
Species : Human
History/Background Story : His magic had started to bloom during his attempt to save a cat. Theodore is a clumsy one, the runt of the litter as he was one of the last kids to finally discover his magic skill. He’s clumsy and his reputation of a class clown wasn’t all ‘glorious.’ And so, Theodore did try to improve, after all you need a skill or at least small bit of magic to get into hogwarts. One day, it was just a normal day, like any other going to Muggle School, typically.
Theodore strolled along the road, until he heard a bus. A perfect opportunity to get to classes earlier and quickly without too much effort. At the same moment, a stray cat had attempted to cross the street, shaking with fear as the bus drew closer. No, no, no he can’t let this cat die. He jumped in the way, rolling across the sidewalk when he managed to land. Had he teleported? What happened but it was definitely magic.
Fortunately, no one noticed. He was only around 8-9 so, hogwarts wasn’t a chance just yet. The moment he was 11, he was overjoyed to realize he got a letter meaning he was accepted. His parents were so proud of him. Theodore was nervous, like any other student, crossing the platform or going through the wall one may say was strange. If it failed he could bump and hit his head, looking like a moron. The train came, he eagerly got on.
The journey to find the materials was slightly confusing as he was in the big city of London after all. Then, time for the sorting, to be honest, he wanted Gryfinndor due to their bravery and unmarkably loyal person however Slytherin worked as well.