But I mostly go by Danny.
I'm a male.
I'm 15 years old.
This is my Fifth year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Slytherin.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm somewhat cocky, but not into the pureblood mania. I over think my abilities and become angry when people question me. Often times, I'm easily prone to anger and sometimes snap at people. I come off as mean to the other Houses, but Slytherins know me to be pretty dependable when they need someone. My work ethic is decent, but nothing like a Ravenclaw.
My background story is My parents were born in Calcutta and had an arranged marriage. Before I was born, they moved out of India to Plymouth, where my father became a heart doctor and my mother stayed home to tend the house. I was born a couple years later, the first root in England. I have seven brothers and sisters, all born before I received my letter for Hogwarts. I was surprised when I received a letter from an owl on my eleventh birthday. The letter informed me that I was a wizard and that I would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I always knew I was different, though, so it wasn't too much of a shock. My father refused to believe in magic, saying it was a child's game and that I should grow up and get a job. My mother snuck me out of the house to take me to Diagon Alley and used the little money she had to get me my school stuff. I was amazing by the wizard community and instantly fell into the world. At Hogwarts, I was sorted into Slytherin for my will to get ahead and my belief that my magic made me better than others. I did well in my classes, but not outstanding. My favorite classes were Potions and Herbology, anything where I could work with my hands. As I grew older, I became more confident in my abilities. In my third year, a friend convinced me to try out for the Quidditch team and as a joke I did. Turns out I was accepted to the team for the position of Chaser. My mother tried to sneak out to buy my a broom, but my father finally caught her. When she told him that I was going to be a sports player, my father first seemed confused, then proud. That is when my father became interested in my other world and started in accept the fact that magic was real.
I enjoy butterbeer, rainy days, a good book, dim lighting, fires, the smell of burning wood, spicy curry, and Bollywood movies.
I despise bright lights, too much sunshine, swimming, pineapples, carrots, being looked down on, and the smell of fresh cut grass.
I look like this fine man.
My wand is a 10 3/4s ivy wood wand with a erumpet horn core.
My pet is a half-kneazle tabby cat named Madma.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I play Quidditch for the Slytherin team as a chaser and I own a Firebolt 1 broom.
~Spaz
