House : Ravenclaw
Year : Fifth Year
Familiar : Cat (American Wirehair): Felix
Gender: Male
Age: Fifteen (15)
Ethnicity: African American/Puerto Rican
Appearance: Gabriel has low cut black hair. His skin tone is a light shade of brown and his eyes are also light brown. He stands around 5'9" with a moderate build (not to muscular, not skinny. Toned if you please).
Origins: Gabriel was born in Puerto Rico, but never really lived there. His family moved to Godrics Hollow around his 8th birthday after his parents started noticing strange things happening with him. He is muggle born but their old neighbors, who were wizards, suggested their move. He has enjoyed living here in the magical community, and his parents have learned to adjust.
Personality Quirks: Gabriel can speak both Spanish and English (with a slight accent on the latter) He is very intelligent. Gabriel loves to socialize with friends (especially about academics). He is a very honest and loyal friend with an upbeat personality. He can be a bit of a know it all at times. He's very easy to get along with, thus his friendships with people from all four of the Hogwarts Houses (with a significantly smaller amount from Slytherin). Gabriel loves Quidditch. He enjoys playing as the Ravenclaw Seeker. His favorites might include; Charms, DaDa, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy.
Gabriel sighed and began his meal. He tore through two sandwiches with ease and drained his glass of pumpkin juice swiftly and moved on to his next sandwich. He chewed this last on rather slowly as he took in the Great Hall silently. It was buzzing with noise and commotion, as people took advantage of this break between classes to catch on things since summer. He looked up and down his table and found no familiar face. He finished his glass and stood to leave again, gathering his things.
He left the table swiftly walking down along the table to get to the door. He was busy looking over at a boy conjuring an ugly looking Patronus so he didn't notice his footing. He made a mistake a stepped into someone's bag. Gabriel moved so that he would only stumble and not fall. Unfortunately, his robes had other ideas. As he turned to catch himself he stepped down on his robes and succesfully tripped himself. He fell hard on his behind and his bag ripped spilling his books over the floor.
Feeling himself burning as people turned and laughed or asked if he was alright with hints of laughter in their voice, he stood., taking out his wand.
"Repairo," he muttered pointing his wand at the tear in the seam. It mended together again and went about picking up his books
