Raised by his family, mostly unknowing about the wizarding world until the year past. His mother was the "magically inclined" of his two parents but had kept it a secret until a few years before he went to Hogwarts. His only inkling of magic when he was younger was when he was just a few years old, one night when he was in his bed. He had awoken in the middle of the night and was still afraid of the dark. He gave a small yelp and ducked his head into his blanket. So he didn't see the room suddenly filling with light. Moments afterward his mom entered the room and began to hold him, but the only light on now was his bedroom light. As he grew up his mom began telling him more about her life before she met his dad, even sometimes talking about the school she had gone to before, and after a few years even told him he would go to the same school soon. His mother graduated from Hogwarts some years ago as a Slytherin, she spent most of her time wooing others throughout the school, and whatever tie was left she had spent studying. She met his father shortly after her graduation and fell in love, knowing she would have to keep her wizarding heritage a secret from her future husband she cut contact with her family and most of her friends from Hogwarts, only to come back after her divorce from him. After his father had moved out his mother told him all about the wizarding world, from the beautiful castle of Hogwarts to the streets of Diagon Alley. How she could cast magic spells and her stories from her years at Hogwarts. Ezekiel was entranced by the stories, hoping one day he could see the same things his mother did at the same age.