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Post by tyson owen crowshaw on Nov 14, 2014 6:21:32 GMT
TYSON OWEN CROWSHAW
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17 • ravenclaw • seventh • straight • half blood
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Tyson Owen Crowshaw is your typical Ravenclaw seventh year, or so it would seem to those in the corridor. Born one rainy November morning in a muggle Manchester hospital, Tyson’s parents hoped for only good in his life. But that was easier said than done with the witch and muggle only recently happily married. Tyson had a muggle education in his early life at his father’s instance, with his mother letting more magical elements stay at home to prepare him for his older years in the wizarding world. The first real sense of friction came when Tyson found his love of flying at aged seven. It was only a training broom, but his mother couldn’t help but grin widely at her son’s joy. His father on the other hand was quick to discourage Tyson and push him into more muggle sports like football and cricket.
But when the Hogwarts acceptance letter appeared, his father’s attempts to condition Tyson into a muggle life failed. Talk of universities and a job as a layer were quashed by his mother, putting her foot down at what she felt was the biggest moment of Tyson’s young life. The opportunity of growing up surrounded by magic and spells was essential for Tyson to have a place in the magical community and muggle education would get him nowhere in that regard. His dad took this as a loss personally rather than having made the best choice for Tyson. Tyson never forgave him and this was the start of their many years of fallings out and blatant ignorance of each other.
Tyson was sorted into Ravenclaw and quickly took to magical academics, excelling at charms and transfiguration whilst struggling heavily at potions and care of magical creatures. His time spend in the library helped keep his grades up, but he never saw Astronomy as work at all. Even though the early years were merely learning the basics, he was captivated by the stars above. Possibly induced by his love of flying, the night’s sky had a similar pull in their vast infinity. He spends many nights up at the top of the castle with his pet cat Schrodinger (a muggle joke), the views of the sky and across the castle grounds help him escape from his own thoughts.
Tyson is a fun loving guy who gets along with everyone, to a point. He doesn’t buy into the unspoken populist theory of pure blood supremacy, regardless of his own blood status. Ravenclaw teachers pride in your intelligence – who cares where that intelligence comes from? Regardless of house or blood status. Anyone voicing purist views or other general distastefulness gets the cold shoulder from him pretty quickly. He is most at home in the quidditch team, taking on the captaincy this year. It has been his favorite activity at the school by far. He had made a few enemies on the pitch, most in jest but some in a more distasteful fashion involving trips to the hospital wing. Tyson never held a grudge until this persist off the pitch. He thought it was just gossip but Slytherin, in his mind, really lives up to the expectations of a despicable cohort of students.
Regardless, he pushes himself forward in the hopes of becoming a star quidditch player with some good grades to make his parents proud, or one of them at least.
Tyson Owen Crowshaw is your typical Ravenclaw seventh year, or so it would seem to those in the corridor. Born one rainy November morning in a muggle Manchester hospital, Tyson’s parents hoped for only good in his life. But that was easier said than done with the witch and muggle only recently happily married. Tyson had a muggle education in his early life at his father’s instance, with his mother letting more magical elements stay at home to prepare him for his older years in the wizarding world. The first real sense of friction came when Tyson found his love of flying at aged seven. It was only a training broom, but his mother couldn’t help but grin widely at her son’s joy. His father on the other hand was quick to discourage Tyson and push him into more muggle sports like football and cricket.
But when the Hogwarts acceptance letter appeared, his father’s attempts to condition Tyson into a muggle life failed. Talk of universities and a job as a layer were quashed by his mother, putting her foot down at what she felt was the biggest moment of Tyson’s young life. The opportunity of growing up surrounded by magic and spells was essential for Tyson to have a place in the magical community and muggle education would get him nowhere in that regard. His dad took this as a loss personally rather than having made the best choice for Tyson. Tyson never forgave him and this was the start of their many years of fallings out and blatant ignorance of each other.
Tyson was sorted into Ravenclaw and quickly took to magical academics, excelling at charms and transfiguration whilst struggling heavily at potions and care of magical creatures. His time spend in the library helped keep his grades up, but he never saw Astronomy as work at all. Even though the early years were merely learning the basics, he was captivated by the stars above. Possibly induced by his love of flying, the night’s sky had a similar pull in their vast infinity. He spends many nights up at the top of the castle with his pet cat Schrodinger (a muggle joke), the views of the sky and across the castle grounds help him escape from his own thoughts.
Tyson is a fun loving guy who gets along with everyone, to a point. He doesn’t buy into the unspoken populist theory of pure blood supremacy, regardless of his own blood status. Ravenclaw teachers pride in your intelligence – who cares where that intelligence comes from? Regardless of house or blood status. Anyone voicing purist views or other general distastefulness gets the cold shoulder from him pretty quickly. He is most at home in the quidditch team, taking on the captaincy this year. It has been his favorite activity at the school by far. He had made a few enemies on the pitch, most in jest but some in a more distasteful fashion involving trips to the hospital wing. Tyson never held a grudge until this persist off the pitch. He thought it was just gossip but Slytherin, in his mind, really lives up to the expectations of a despicable cohort of students.
Regardless, he pushes himself forward in the hopes of becoming a star quidditch player with some good grades to make his parents proud, or one of them at least.
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