Blu Evergreen - First Year - Hufflepuff
Full Name: Blu Burns Evergreen
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 11
Wand: 35.8cm beech wood and unicorn hair
School Year: First year
Species: Human
History/Background Story:
As a young child he grew up in Crawley, there he played with his friends and around the block of house, laughing shouting and having all the fun in the world. Him and his friends favourite game was to pretend to be power rangers and to run around fighting things that couldn't be seen and morphing. It was a good childhood filled with laughter and fun, however there were days where it wasn't so good. he would come home and his parents would be shouting. so where do you go as a child, up to your room and you hide under your covers waiting for it to stop. His mother was always the first one to come up to him and check is he was okay, his father however would stay downstairs away from the both of them.
It got to a point however when it was too much, he was 8 and he came home to more shouting, over the couple of years he wasn't as scared but today it wasn't fear or indifference he showed. it was anger. enough was enough he walked into the kitchen and loudly shouted "STOP!" at that moment the sink erupted and burst with water. this was the first time he had ever shown any signs of magic.
After this his father left and it was him and his mother, she decided that it was time for a fresh start away from the bad memories. He agreed and had a sad goodbye with his friends before the both of them moved to Brighton.
Brighton was very different from Crawley, the streets were always lively and no one seemed unhappy. It was a paradise for him and he loved every moment there. quickly he was able to make friends and as he grew older his style changed as did his choice of words. Most days now instead of playing around the block were now in a park, either playing football or laughing on the swings, if he had friends he could cope. he didn't have many just a few but those few he cherished and that's what friendship meant to him not the quantity but the quality.
He knew of his magic existing and he and his mother talked about it at lengths the things that were possible and the places you could go. it all excited him. but nothing excited him more than the day he received his letter, his mother had told him about her experiences and the fun times and now that it was his time to go explore the wizarding world!
House: Hufflepuff
Age: 11
Wand: 35.8cm beech wood and unicorn hair
School Year: First year
Species: Human
History/Background Story:
As a young child he grew up in Crawley, there he played with his friends and around the block of house, laughing shouting and having all the fun in the world. Him and his friends favourite game was to pretend to be power rangers and to run around fighting things that couldn't be seen and morphing. It was a good childhood filled with laughter and fun, however there were days where it wasn't so good. he would come home and his parents would be shouting. so where do you go as a child, up to your room and you hide under your covers waiting for it to stop. His mother was always the first one to come up to him and check is he was okay, his father however would stay downstairs away from the both of them.
It got to a point however when it was too much, he was 8 and he came home to more shouting, over the couple of years he wasn't as scared but today it wasn't fear or indifference he showed. it was anger. enough was enough he walked into the kitchen and loudly shouted "STOP!" at that moment the sink erupted and burst with water. this was the first time he had ever shown any signs of magic.
After this his father left and it was him and his mother, she decided that it was time for a fresh start away from the bad memories. He agreed and had a sad goodbye with his friends before the both of them moved to Brighton.
Brighton was very different from Crawley, the streets were always lively and no one seemed unhappy. It was a paradise for him and he loved every moment there. quickly he was able to make friends and as he grew older his style changed as did his choice of words. Most days now instead of playing around the block were now in a park, either playing football or laughing on the swings, if he had friends he could cope. he didn't have many just a few but those few he cherished and that's what friendship meant to him not the quantity but the quality.
He knew of his magic existing and he and his mother talked about it at lengths the things that were possible and the places you could go. it all excited him. but nothing excited him more than the day he received his letter, his mother had told him about her experiences and the fun times and now that it was his time to go explore the wizarding world!