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Name : Conall MacCormac
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Grade : 7th year
House : Gryffindor

Ethnicity : Irish
Hair Color : Brown disheveled hair but not too messy
Eye Color : Green Hazel

Pet : A Long-eared Owl named Rónan (ROE nan) with was given to him by his father as a gift after receiving Conall's acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Wand : Ebony,10 inches, Dragon's heartstring

Family : His mother, Cassiar (KAH seer) MacCormac, works in St. Mungo's Hospital on the first floor in the Creature-Induced Injuries department. His father, Hagan MacCormac, works for Ministry of Magic in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and is in charge of monitoring creatures native to Ireland. It probably isn't hard to see how they met. Hagan had to be rushed to St. Mongo's after a particularly harsh run in with a troll that had been terrorizing a group of leprechauns. The doctor on call that day was none other than Cassiar. Well one thing lead to another and they live in a modest two story house on the outskirts of Dublin just far enough away from prying muggle eyes.

A Bit About Him/Her : Conall comes form a humble pureblood family. Not one for books he studies only as much as he needs to. Always on the move, getting into trouble is his forte. His knack for magical creatures, which he inherited from his father, allows him to keep the professors on their toes. He had hoped to be place in Ravenclaw like his father and would have settled with Hufflepuff which was his mother's house. However, the sorting hat saw fit to place him in Gryffindor on account of his strong will and resilience in the face of danger. However, this trouble maker is not without a sense of honor if he is caught he will not try to lie his way out of punishment or use a scapegoat. He takes responsibility for his actions but only if he is caught.

A Moment By Himself/Herself : Conall slid open the door of yet another compartment of the Hogwarts Express and stammered in. Finally an empty compartment. He just wanted to get away from all the annoying first years with their incessant questions about Hogwarts. He would rather get beaten up with blugders then suffer through another minute of their dribble.

Peeking his head out of his newly acquired compartment and saw that the hallway was empty. It was time. Quickly he withdrew from within his robes his usual weapon of choice, an Imp, which he had smuggled aboard the train. Hastily he set it down in the hallway and then after closing the door took a seat by the window. Fidgeting excitedly he waited for what he knew would come. Just then a loud high pitched scream resounded from a near by compartment. He chuckled silently to himself the Imp had done its job well.