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Hi, my name is Professor Ian Goldwind.

I'm a male.

I will be your Flying instructor.

I'm 42 years old.

My birthday is June 30th.

My dream job is none; Already have it.

My blood status is pureblood.

The house I'm in is Slytherin.

I was in the class of 2002.

I'm interested in no one; I'm already taken.

I'm currently with Zoe Goldwind.

I may seem strict and demanding but I'm really only looking to keep everybody safe. At times, I can be stoic and almost heartless, but my heart isn't made of stone. I am an introvert, but I neither despise social gatherings, nor am I shy. I'm mostly calm and think things through before acting them out.

My background story is simple, really. I was born in a normal family, with loving parents and an older brother. My older brother and I never really got along, ever since I could talk and walk. Though I considered it to be normal, since siblings had their quarrels, right? But the thing was, Desmond and I were almost polar opposites. He was at times messy and loud, a total extrovert. I am mostly quiet and introverted, plus I describe myself as a neat freak.

It turned out that our differences came from the fact that we were born from different mothers. Our father had a nasty divorce with his first wife, Desmond's mother, and then married my mother after awhile. This revelation amplified out sibling rivalry, as I found Desmond more and more secluded from our family. He became problematic, which made my skin itch with the wish to punch him in the face. I held myself back though, since he was already accepted to Hogwarts, and would be leaving us shortly. As our relationship grew more and more hostile, I was finally accepted to Hogwarts on my 11th birthday. A part of me was happy, but another part of me dreaded going to the same school as Desmond's. Later, I found out that he had been sorted into Gryffindor, and, of course, I was sorted into Slytherin. Just like how the two houses never got along, Desmond and I didn't get along at all.

However, I made sure that I would never lose my composure in public. But I needed an outlet for the anger swelling up inside me. So I decided to join the Slytherin Quidditch team as a beater, the perfect way to indirectly beat up people. Of course, Desmond had to be on the Gryffindor team. A part of me was glad, since I could send a thousand and one bludgers his way. And I did, of course. We hurt each other in the most awful ways, but it was considered normal, since it was quidditch after all. That is, one day during my fourth year and Desmond's sixth year, I hit a bludger at him when he wasn't looking. Having played Quidditch all four years, it was fairly easy to hit a target. Where did I aim? The back of his head. I watched as Desmond tumbled off of his broom and onto the ground below. I didn't look at him again, since I was sure he was faking being hurt. But I was wrong. Hell, was I wrong. Desmond was hurt really badly, entering and staying in a coma for several weeks. During those days I agonized over the fact that for once, I realized how either one of us could be hurt this badly. I felt guilt for adding fuel to his sibling rivalry for so long, when it could've all been resolved through talking and acceptance. The hatred caused me to believe that Desmond was a liar, and I was ashamed of that.

Thankfully when Desmond awoke, he too realized that continuing this fight would only hurt us more. After that, our relationship steadily improved, though sometimes we still had our disagreements. A little more than a year later, he graduated from Hogwarts, and I became a fifth year.

During my seventh year, a chance encounter in the library occurred. Kind of. A young Zoe sat across from me to study for an upcoming test, and judging me to be older, requested for my help. I was reluctant, but because Zoe was a fellow Slytherin, I felt as though it was my duty to aid those younger. The subject of Herbology soon turned into another, entirely different topic, and thus the start of a relationship that ended in a marriage.

I enjoy the quiet, slow treks, flying through the sky, watching Quidditch matches, and being with my family.

I despise parties, disorderly conduct, arrogance, people who hurt others, and recklessness.

I'm afraid of losing the one I love.

My strength is keeping a promise and Quidditch, even if I don't look like it.

My flaw is being at times too strict.

I look like this.

My wand is a 9 inches, Backthorn wood, with Dragon Heartstring core.

My pet is an air molecule.

My O.W.L. Scores Were:
Astronomy - A
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - E
History of Magic - A
Potions - E
Transfiguration - O
Ancient Studies - A
Cursebreaking - O
Healing - D
Wizard Law - T

My N.E.W.T. Scores Were:
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - E
Potions - E
Transfiguration - E
Cursebreaking - O