Hi, my name is Henry Jace Isles Jr.
But I mostly go by Henry.
I'm a male. What, are you blind?
I'm 11 years old.
My birthday is June 26.
My dream job is something, but I don’t know what, jee, lay off.
My blood status is half-blood.
This is my First Year year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Slytherin.
I'm interested in no one yet. I'm like... 11, people have cooties. That's what people say, yeah?
I'm currently with myself.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm highly pretentious. When I was born, my mother left for a couple years and so my dad gave me everything that I wanted or could have. For a while, I didn't know the word no. I did what I please. He could never keep a nanny. I screamed my head off. Mom came back and had my sister and my two brothers and left again, and I was a jerk to them. I was about four years older than my sister, so I would always bite her when I didn't like what she was doing and lock her out of the house. When I got to school, I realized how idiotic other kids were and automatically thought myself better. And I mean, I could play sports better. Nothing wrong with thinking the truth. I have my moments though, where I'm not a narcissistic jerk. They're becoming more frequent, which is okay, I guess. I can be nice, to friends. Thankfully, I’m aware of what a jerk-face I can be at times, which I guess, I can use to my benefit.
My background story is happening now. I was born to a wizarding father and a muggle mother, and I guess that's why my mom ran when I was born. Left me with my dad, who was totally distraught. I think that he really loved her, a lot. He had no idea what to do with me, so he let me run wild, and usually I screamed until he did something. He couldn't keep a nanny longer than a few weeks because I was horrible to these people. I was the worst child many of them had ever seen, and I was only three. Anyway, my dad worked a lot, so it was mainly just me and whoever was babysitting me that month. The brigade of nannies taught me to read young, which I am very thankful for, and I can speak a little bit of Spanish because of it. That's good.
When I was four, my mom came back because she thought she could handle things. She could for a while, and then she gave birth to Lisa, David, Colin and Benjamin. And then a couple months after Colin and Ben, she bolted again, and that left me pretty devastated. And it showed, in my grades and what teachers wrote about me. I went from brilliant trouble-maker, to a sad, pathetic trouble-maker who was failing at everything. I know that she's my mom, and I love her, but I wish that she wouldn't run away from our family. Fast forward a few years, and I'm sitting in class, bored out of my mind. I imagine my pencil floating above the air, and when the teacher snaps me back to reality, the pencil clatters to the ground. It really happened. I asked my dad about it, and that's when I found out that I was a wizard. I think I was nine. Sometime around that time, my father found this other woman. She had a son named Christian. They got married. My dad married another woman who was not my mother. And it scared the living daylights out of me.
I enjoy Computer games, yelling, being correct, swimming, music.
I despise math, dancing, when people eat more than necessary, giraffes, being awake before 10 AM.
I'm afraid of the dark, the fact that my mother might not come back, what people think of me.
My strengths are reading people.
My flaws are having trouble not hating my mom.
I look like this.
My wand is a 13 inch, red oak, with Fwooper feathers.
My pet is an owl named James.
But I mostly go by Henry.
I'm a male. What, are you blind?
I'm 11 years old.
My birthday is June 26.
My dream job is something, but I don’t know what, jee, lay off.
My blood status is half-blood.
This is my First Year year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Slytherin.
I'm interested in no one yet. I'm like... 11, people have cooties. That's what people say, yeah?
I'm currently with myself.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm highly pretentious. When I was born, my mother left for a couple years and so my dad gave me everything that I wanted or could have. For a while, I didn't know the word no. I did what I please. He could never keep a nanny. I screamed my head off. Mom came back and had my sister and my two brothers and left again, and I was a jerk to them. I was about four years older than my sister, so I would always bite her when I didn't like what she was doing and lock her out of the house. When I got to school, I realized how idiotic other kids were and automatically thought myself better. And I mean, I could play sports better. Nothing wrong with thinking the truth. I have my moments though, where I'm not a narcissistic jerk. They're becoming more frequent, which is okay, I guess. I can be nice, to friends. Thankfully, I’m aware of what a jerk-face I can be at times, which I guess, I can use to my benefit.
My background story is happening now. I was born to a wizarding father and a muggle mother, and I guess that's why my mom ran when I was born. Left me with my dad, who was totally distraught. I think that he really loved her, a lot. He had no idea what to do with me, so he let me run wild, and usually I screamed until he did something. He couldn't keep a nanny longer than a few weeks because I was horrible to these people. I was the worst child many of them had ever seen, and I was only three. Anyway, my dad worked a lot, so it was mainly just me and whoever was babysitting me that month. The brigade of nannies taught me to read young, which I am very thankful for, and I can speak a little bit of Spanish because of it. That's good.
When I was four, my mom came back because she thought she could handle things. She could for a while, and then she gave birth to Lisa, David, Colin and Benjamin. And then a couple months after Colin and Ben, she bolted again, and that left me pretty devastated. And it showed, in my grades and what teachers wrote about me. I went from brilliant trouble-maker, to a sad, pathetic trouble-maker who was failing at everything. I know that she's my mom, and I love her, but I wish that she wouldn't run away from our family. Fast forward a few years, and I'm sitting in class, bored out of my mind. I imagine my pencil floating above the air, and when the teacher snaps me back to reality, the pencil clatters to the ground. It really happened. I asked my dad about it, and that's when I found out that I was a wizard. I think I was nine. Sometime around that time, my father found this other woman. She had a son named Christian. They got married. My dad married another woman who was not my mother. And it scared the living daylights out of me.
I enjoy Computer games, yelling, being correct, swimming, music.
I despise math, dancing, when people eat more than necessary, giraffes, being awake before 10 AM.
I'm afraid of the dark, the fact that my mother might not come back, what people think of me.
My strengths are reading people.
My flaws are having trouble not hating my mom.
I look like this.
My wand is a 13 inch, red oak, with Fwooper feathers.
My pet is an owl named James.
~Utsuha
