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Levi Blount
Status:
Half-blood
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Blaydon, England
Function:
First year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
28,4 cm chestnut wood and dragon heartstring
Levi Arthur Blount was born to Morgana Blount, an accomplished witch skilled in the art of potioneering, and Octavius Blount, a mere muggle with a knack for the arts, in Blaydon, England, 2007. It was because of this amalgam, of mundane and arcane magical blood, that the young wizard, Levi, is referred to as a “Half-Blood” to this day. He was born rather short for his age, and a bit underweight. His parent’s poverty didn’t do much to help his predicament, either, so he grew up different than most kids, which made him susceptible to teasing and bullying all his life.

In muggle school, fortune did not favor Levi. He was still short and horribly underweight, which made several of the kids from the higher grades pick on him, but the one thing that did make him stand out was his colorful obscenities, which he hurled at his enemies like a hunter’s unyielding arrows to a stag. His words were his weapon. But still, as unfortunate as he was, he was always caught mid-argument and was immediately the first to blame, which in turn landed him any phone calls to his parents, who also did their fair share of punishments. Their punishments weren’t at all severe, and usually consisted of cleaning out the family dog’s cage, helping his father rake fallen autumn-turned leaves, and so forth. Tedious chores.

The first instances of his magical abilities began to show at the early age of 9. One day, while cleaning the few silverware left precariously stacked in a messy pile at the edge of the kitchen sink, something peculiar happened. As he picked up a spoon and held it under the running faucet, it shattered, reduced to smithereens that slipped through his slender fingers and cascaded down the drain. Levi was more perplexed than anything. A couple of days later, while gazing out of a window and into the rainy, pale, achromatic scenery of the block, he felt the sudden urge to sneeze. And as he sneezed, the beads of crystalline water trailing down the window multiplied by the second until there was a roaring white waterfall at the window, some liquid slithering in through the miniscule gap in between the window and the windowsill. As soon as the sneeze ended, the event ceased, and the window returned back to its bland, h2o pin pricked state. The weirdest one occurred just a couple of weeks after the waterfall at the window. Levi was outside, lounging in the center of the house’s back garden, sitting Indian style amidst patches of peonies, dandelions, and daffodils, all planted there by his mother. He was holding a daffodil up to his lips, ready to blow seeds into the air, and as he inhaled, all the seeds of the flower were vacuumed in through his nose, all riding atop the same current of air that forced them off their stem. And then, the seeds flowed out from one of his ears, billowing into the air gracefully, but at one point crumbling to ashes that rained down upon the young, horrified, boy.

Months after the mysterious occurrences, Levi celebrating his 11th birthday with his mother and father, all huddled around a small, round, wooden table placed in the center of the living room. Atop the center of the table was a vanilla birthday cake, topped with eleven candles, each of their wax-tips set ablaze with prismatic flames that burned in different colors; a simple trick played by Morgana. The lights of the house were turned off for the birthday singing, and the moment Levi blew the candles out, they were engulfed in pitch black darkness for a second. Morgana used the Wand-Lighting charm to repel the darkness that surrounded them, and they laid eyes upon something strange; the cake. Well, the cake certainly was not strange, despite it being slightly lopsided, but what was strange was the fact that the candles had mysteriously vanished, and in their wake, there was a stark white envelope in the center of the cake’s frosting, fit with a maroon wax seal. This Morgana immediately recognized as a Hogwarts Acceptance Letter, and she beamed with joy. Her son was in fact a wizard, and he had been accepted into the prestigious school for magic; the same one she had attended in her youth.