Hi, my name is Matthew Christian Jackson
But I mostly go by Matt or Christian, depends on when you knew me and what I told you to call me. Creates a strange situation when Matt people meet Christian people, but I usually just prefer Christian.
I'm a male. Hooray.
I'm 12 years old.
My birthday is April 17
My dream job is something. I don't know, I haven't given it much thought.
This is my first year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Hufflepuff, keepin' it in the family.
My blood status is Half-blood.
I'm interested in Girls, as of right now.
I'm currently with no one. Because I'm single.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm extremely loyal and devoted to the people I love. I accept change, thought not always willingly, and it usually turns out for the better. I'm hard-working when it comes to school, because I need to make my father proud, since he payed for the majority of my schooling. My mother considers me lucky, as things often go my way, but I just think I'm persuasive. I'm usually positive when it comes to most things, but sometimes I can be negative if things aren't going my way, and that is one of my downfalls. However, my sweetest downfall is when the people I love have a problem, because I want them to get better, but I'm not sure what to do about it. Either that, or I'm sort of shy. But I want to change that, I don't want to be shy anymore. I wouldn't say I'm selfless, but I'm not selfish either.
My background story is extremely charming. And by charming, I don't mean charming. I grew up an only child in a medium sized town, with my mother, a witch, and my father, a muggle. My mother cared about magic,-after all, she was a Hufflepuff when she attended Hogwarts-but my father was always a bit skeptical around it, so she often refrained because she loved him. As a result, I had very little magical influence around me for the first six and a half years of my life. Whenever my mother's relatives came over, they brought their kids, who were older and magical, and they seemed to enchant me for hours and hours. And parties were celebrated to the highest wizarding extent and even my dad seemed to like it. And then, I suppose my dad lost a lot of money in the market, because they started fighting at night when they thought I was asleep. At first, it was just arguing, but that turned into yelling, and then my dad started sleeping on the couch and then they were fighting in broad daylight and the police were call multiple times. The summer I was eight, my parents were separated, and that October, they were divorced.
The first year was really hard on me because the holidays were just starting to arrive and my parents had yet to figure out who got me when and what holidays I was at my mom's and what weekends I got to spend with my dad and all that. My dad didn't live far away, just across town, so I spent Halloween with him and Thanksgiving day with him and his family. I spend Boxing day through New Years Eve with him, but Mom got to keep me on Christmas Eve, Christmas day, New Years Day, and two days after Thanksgiving. It was working out sorta well, until a few weeks into the new year, my father came to pick me up drunk from somewhere. He insisted on keeping me, and driving, and he made a big scene so my mother sued for full custody of me. She won. So instead of seeing my dad every other week, I was allowed to see him one weekend a month, one month in summer, and two holidays a year; Halloween and Thanksgiving.
After the summer holiday that year, I was nine years old, and starting a new school that kept me in dorm rooms on Mondays-Fridays, and let kids go home on the weekend. Both my parents set that one up a few years before, when everything was peachy, and though the school was really expensive, they sent me anyway. I still think Mom was pretty lonely without me, but since Dad no longer lived in the house, she started to use a lot of magic. Whenever we'd go to dad's, we use the fireplace, and suddenly, it was like this whole new world of magic opened up for me, and I was really excited about it. I guess that was when I, my mother, and my father, realized that I was a wizard. It was usually when I was upset that my father cancelled our weekend plans that items flew off the shelves and the whole house shook. Or if I was at my dad's, it was when he told me he was dropping me off at his mother's house because he had to go to work. He used to tease me, saying "the force is strong in this one" and messing with my hair. And I loved him for it, but I wished he didn't have to work.
School, on the other hand, was a bit more complicated. I was, and still am, a bit on the skinny side, and I was always pushed around and in lockers and such, and I was bullied a lot. I tried not to get angry at them, but it's extremely hard to do so, and strange things started happening. Well for them. I knew exactly what was going on. Like when Kevin Snosh pulled down my gym shorts in from of the PE class, and suddenly he, and his posses' pants where gone. Not just down, but gone.
The last day of school for me was great, considering that my mother told me that I'd be getting my Hogwarts letter soon, and before I knew it, I'd be off to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. I know my dad was a bit skeptical, yet again, of sending his only boy off to Hogwarts, when he wouldn't even see me until summer, so I asked my mom if she'd let Dad come with us to go shopping when the time came. And she did. And my parents acted mature, without yelling and screaming, and they were even friendly with each other. Now, I'm not hoping or begging for my parent to get back together, because even though I'm only eleven, I know it won't happen. But the best part of the trip was while we were at Diagon Alley, my father stole me away while my mother was catching up with some friends she hadn't seen in a long time. And he told me, "Matt. You know I'm proud of you, right? Because this? This is so much better than what I could provide for you, you know that. And I know that I've been an absent father, and I'm not really pro-magic, but I love you, and if this is what you want to do, then I'm behind you 100 percent." So now I'm determined to make him proud.
I enjoy Bike riding, swimming, reading, chocolate, rain, sleeping, pullover sweaters, beanies, playing soccer, writing, the color blue, donuts, ice cream, ice water, and music.
I despise apple juice, sticky items, research papers, pogo sticks, uncomfortable chairs, romantic comedies, Sprite, the smell of honeysuckle, and clipboards.
I'm afraid of small, dark places and bears.
My strengths are obtaining knowledge from reading copious amounts.
My flaws are I'm quite a bit shy, so I don't really raise my hand, even if I know the answer and I cannot, for the life of me, draw.
I look like this
My wand is a 12 inch, willow, with fairy wings as the core. It is springy and has a spiraled shaft.
My pet is a rather scrawny eagle owl, named Frost.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! My mother and father are dating-different people-again, and my mother has it really bad for her new boyfriend, Henry.
But I mostly go by Matt or Christian, depends on when you knew me and what I told you to call me. Creates a strange situation when Matt people meet Christian people, but I usually just prefer Christian.
I'm a male. Hooray.
I'm 12 years old.
My birthday is April 17
My dream job is something. I don't know, I haven't given it much thought.
This is my first year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Hufflepuff, keepin' it in the family.
My blood status is Half-blood.
I'm interested in Girls, as of right now.
I'm currently with no one. Because I'm single.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm extremely loyal and devoted to the people I love. I accept change, thought not always willingly, and it usually turns out for the better. I'm hard-working when it comes to school, because I need to make my father proud, since he payed for the majority of my schooling. My mother considers me lucky, as things often go my way, but I just think I'm persuasive. I'm usually positive when it comes to most things, but sometimes I can be negative if things aren't going my way, and that is one of my downfalls. However, my sweetest downfall is when the people I love have a problem, because I want them to get better, but I'm not sure what to do about it. Either that, or I'm sort of shy. But I want to change that, I don't want to be shy anymore. I wouldn't say I'm selfless, but I'm not selfish either.
My background story is extremely charming. And by charming, I don't mean charming. I grew up an only child in a medium sized town, with my mother, a witch, and my father, a muggle. My mother cared about magic,-after all, she was a Hufflepuff when she attended Hogwarts-but my father was always a bit skeptical around it, so she often refrained because she loved him. As a result, I had very little magical influence around me for the first six and a half years of my life. Whenever my mother's relatives came over, they brought their kids, who were older and magical, and they seemed to enchant me for hours and hours. And parties were celebrated to the highest wizarding extent and even my dad seemed to like it. And then, I suppose my dad lost a lot of money in the market, because they started fighting at night when they thought I was asleep. At first, it was just arguing, but that turned into yelling, and then my dad started sleeping on the couch and then they were fighting in broad daylight and the police were call multiple times. The summer I was eight, my parents were separated, and that October, they were divorced.
The first year was really hard on me because the holidays were just starting to arrive and my parents had yet to figure out who got me when and what holidays I was at my mom's and what weekends I got to spend with my dad and all that. My dad didn't live far away, just across town, so I spent Halloween with him and Thanksgiving day with him and his family. I spend Boxing day through New Years Eve with him, but Mom got to keep me on Christmas Eve, Christmas day, New Years Day, and two days after Thanksgiving. It was working out sorta well, until a few weeks into the new year, my father came to pick me up drunk from somewhere. He insisted on keeping me, and driving, and he made a big scene so my mother sued for full custody of me. She won. So instead of seeing my dad every other week, I was allowed to see him one weekend a month, one month in summer, and two holidays a year; Halloween and Thanksgiving.
After the summer holiday that year, I was nine years old, and starting a new school that kept me in dorm rooms on Mondays-Fridays, and let kids go home on the weekend. Both my parents set that one up a few years before, when everything was peachy, and though the school was really expensive, they sent me anyway. I still think Mom was pretty lonely without me, but since Dad no longer lived in the house, she started to use a lot of magic. Whenever we'd go to dad's, we use the fireplace, and suddenly, it was like this whole new world of magic opened up for me, and I was really excited about it. I guess that was when I, my mother, and my father, realized that I was a wizard. It was usually when I was upset that my father cancelled our weekend plans that items flew off the shelves and the whole house shook. Or if I was at my dad's, it was when he told me he was dropping me off at his mother's house because he had to go to work. He used to tease me, saying "the force is strong in this one" and messing with my hair. And I loved him for it, but I wished he didn't have to work.
School, on the other hand, was a bit more complicated. I was, and still am, a bit on the skinny side, and I was always pushed around and in lockers and such, and I was bullied a lot. I tried not to get angry at them, but it's extremely hard to do so, and strange things started happening. Well for them. I knew exactly what was going on. Like when Kevin Snosh pulled down my gym shorts in from of the PE class, and suddenly he, and his posses' pants where gone. Not just down, but gone.
The last day of school for me was great, considering that my mother told me that I'd be getting my Hogwarts letter soon, and before I knew it, I'd be off to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts. I know my dad was a bit skeptical, yet again, of sending his only boy off to Hogwarts, when he wouldn't even see me until summer, so I asked my mom if she'd let Dad come with us to go shopping when the time came. And she did. And my parents acted mature, without yelling and screaming, and they were even friendly with each other. Now, I'm not hoping or begging for my parent to get back together, because even though I'm only eleven, I know it won't happen. But the best part of the trip was while we were at Diagon Alley, my father stole me away while my mother was catching up with some friends she hadn't seen in a long time. And he told me, "Matt. You know I'm proud of you, right? Because this? This is so much better than what I could provide for you, you know that. And I know that I've been an absent father, and I'm not really pro-magic, but I love you, and if this is what you want to do, then I'm behind you 100 percent." So now I'm determined to make him proud.
I enjoy Bike riding, swimming, reading, chocolate, rain, sleeping, pullover sweaters, beanies, playing soccer, writing, the color blue, donuts, ice cream, ice water, and music.
I despise apple juice, sticky items, research papers, pogo sticks, uncomfortable chairs, romantic comedies, Sprite, the smell of honeysuckle, and clipboards.
I'm afraid of small, dark places and bears.
My strengths are obtaining knowledge from reading copious amounts.
My flaws are I'm quite a bit shy, so I don't really raise my hand, even if I know the answer and I cannot, for the life of me, draw.
I look like this
My wand is a 12 inch, willow, with fairy wings as the core. It is springy and has a spiraled shaft.
My pet is a rather scrawny eagle owl, named Frost.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! My mother and father are dating-different people-again, and my mother has it really bad for her new boyfriend, Henry.
{~Utsuha}
