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Elio Fairchild
Status:
Muggle-born
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Brighton, England
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
24,8 cm cherry wood and phoenix feather
Elio is a raven-haired eleven-year-old boy from Brighton, England. He's pretty tall, but the most distinct thing about him is that he has a mop on his head. He is simply too lazy to try and sort out the curly mess. He's technically supposed to wear huge chunky glasses because of his terrible sight, but he thinks his hazel pupils are much too pretty to be hidden behind such an ugly thing. He wears contacts instead. He absolutely doesn't care about clothes, he barely looks at what he puts on in the morning. Sometimes it works, and some other times... it doesn't. His sister has a hilarious picture of him wearing combat boots, a flowery skirt and a very thick Christmas sweater.

Speaking of family, they are everything to Elio. He loves them fiercely and would do anything for them. He had a very happy childhood and grew up solely surrounded by women: his two mums, Christina and Mary, and his little sister Eve, two years younger than him. Both he and his sister were conceived through sperm donors. Therefore, Elio has no idea if the magic in his blood comes from his biological father or if it just showed up. It doesn't really concern him though, he's just happy it's there.

So far, his sole purpose in life is doing art. Any kind of art. He's tried everything, from watercolours to home movies, dabbling in poetry and embroidery in his spare time. He's filled too many sketchbooks to remember to count. That's actually how he discovered he was a wizard: a bird he drew once came to life before his very eyes, making loops on the page and landing on the paper's lines. Terrified at first, thinking he was hallucinating and going crazy, it took a long time for Elio to face both his new reality and the letter he received in the mail, talking about a school for people like him. He was scared his family would reject him for being different, an instinct he realised was stupid when they showered him with love and hugs.

So here he is. Torn between the anxiousness his new life, far from home, triggers in him, and the pure, childlike enthusiasm of a child discovering he's magical. At this point, the only thing he's hoping for is some friends to help him along the way.