Entering Galahad Damaris' Cottage

"Take a seat! Oh dear.. wait not there, how about here? Let me grab your coat!"

Wand Made by the lovely @Judas Kaine

Basic Information

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Name: Galahad Damaris

Current Age: 11 Years old

Status: Muggleborn || Gender: Male || Species: Human

Birthday: July 12 || Nationality: Welsh || House: Gryffindor

Year: First Year || Wand: 28,0 cm holly wood and unicorn hair || Patronus: N/A

History & Backstory

Reducio

Galahad Damaris was born and raised in South Wales up until the age of six. His parents decided it would be best to move to Dover, England. Where better opportunities regarding work, would to beneficial to the young male's father, Rhys Damaris. Whilst Galahad's mother, Catrin Damaris would stay at home and pursue her own job in crocheting marvelous masterpieces such as blankets, stuffed animals, and many more items. She created a small business for herself, in which she would sell these items as well as a few seasonal crops she had grown in her personal garden.

Growing up Galahad would always stick by his mother's side due to his father actively spending his days working to support the family, his mother had taught him a few of his current favorite hobbies, after school and even on breaks. As she had decided it would be nice to have someone around the house have a similar interest in such things, immediately Galahad was hooked on his mother's hobbies. Usually spending his days pursuing them, whether it be getting knees deep into the soil during a warm evening or even just a relaxing afternoon creating small stuffed animals with his needle and yarn, whichever hobby it was the male was content with them. Whenever he wasn't pursuing these hobbies, however, he would be playing in the garden pretending he would be in his own little world.

His bond with his father could never compare to his bond with his mother, due to them not being able to spend much time with each other. Yet the auburn-haired male still cared for his hardworking father. Even if their bond wasn't strong, it was still there as he looked up to Rhys. Finding his father's will to be a workaholic impressive, as the young boy couldn't fathom how one would be able to do so much work.

Finding out Galahad was able to join Galahad was quite the stir to the family, as none of them had really believed in magic or anything of the sort. A simple knock interrupted the family as they had just started their usual dinner, Rhys had gone to open the door, and after a few minutes, he had called over his wife and child. Galahad gazed at this mystery professor wondering who this person was, and why they were interrupting a calm evening such as this. His calm gaze quickly turned into a more surprised one, as the family was told that Galahad was able to attend a school such as Hogwarts. It had taken his parents a bit, but eventually, they finally budged and allowed their son to attend this school once they got all the information they needed. Galahad couldn't believe it, he was going to a magical school. A mixture of emotions ran through the boy's mind, as they spoke about it over dinner. Decided who would accompany him to Diagon Alley, and more. This was the start of Galahad's first step into the wizarding world, embarking on a new journey to meet new friends and find new hobbies.

First Instance of Magic

Reducio

Galahad's first instance of Magic started when he was around the age of seven years old. The male had been gardening that very day and had felt overjoyed that day, as it had gone fairly well compared to most days he had.

For example, his mother had made his favorite breakfast that morning, he was able to play with his friends for an hour, and his father had come home a few hours earlier than usual. All this had made the small boy far more excited than he had usually been when it came to most days.

So much so he almost hadn't noticed a plant he had worked on just a minute ago had sprouted, its pink petals blooming as the male had stared at it in surprise. Halting his excitement, which caused the flower to resort back to its previous form unsure if his eyes had been deceiving him at that moment.