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LYSANDER ANDREW SCAMANDER

“I AM MY OWN PERSON"

HEY MY NAME IS LYSANDER ANDREW SCAMANDER, AND I'M SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A STUDENT AND A PUREBLOOD. I AM STRAIGHT AND PROUD OF IT. I'M ALSO A CANON CHARACTER. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF RAVNCLAW. I LOOK LIKE SAM WAY. IF YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT ME, JUST SEE BELOW!

LYSANDER ANDREW SCAMANDER WAS BORN ON MAY TWENTY-FIRST. HE WAS BORN FIVE MINUTES AFTER HIS TWIN BROTHER LORCAN. LYSANDER WAS ALWAYS THE LOUD TWIN. GROWING UP HE WAS ALWAYS ON THE RUN, RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE MAKING HIS PARENTS CHASE HIM. WHEN HE WAS FOUR HE TRIED FLYING ON HIS FATHER’S BROOM AND SADLY DIDN’T GO VERY HIGH BEFORE FALLING. WELL IT WAS SAD FOR HIM CAUSE HE WANTED TO FLY BUT HIS PARENTS WERE GLAD AND IT WAS A GOOD THING FOR HIS WELL BEING. AT THE AGE OF SIX HE HAD GOTTEN A HOLD TO HIS FATHER’S WAND AND SET THE KITCHEN CURTAINS ON FIRE. ROLF, HIS FATHER, GRABBED HIS WAND BACK AND PUT THE FIRE OUT WHILE LUNA, HIS MOTHER, GRABBED HIM AND GOT HIM OUT OF THE KITCHEN. LYSANDER WAS ALSO VERY SMART GROWING UP. HE LEARNED TO READ VERY QUICKLY AND HOW TO WRITE, THOUGH HE DOES HAVE HIS FAULTS. WHILE GROWING UP LYSANDER WAS ALWAYS VERY COMPETITIVE. HE HAD BEEN IN MUGGLE SCHOOL FOR A WHILE AND THE TEACHER HAD TOLD HIS PARENTS THAT THEY DIDN’T THINK HE WAS READY BECAUSE HE ALWAYS HAD TO DO EVERYTHING BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. THAT WAS JUST HOW LYSANDER WAS. HE COULDN’T HELP IT.

HE STAYED IN SCHOOL. HIS PARENT’S TOLD THEM THAT WAS JUST HOW HE WAS AND HE WAS MATURE ENOUGH FOR SCHOOL. AT THE AGE OF EIGHT HE WANTED TO BEAT ONE OF THE OLDER KIDS ON HOW HIGH THEY HAD CLIMBED A TREE. SO LYSANDER CLIMBED THE TREE AND HE DID BEAT THE KID, BUT HE FELL TRYING TO REACH THE VERY TOP. HE JUST WANTED TO BE ABLE TO SAY HE DID. HE MANAGED TO GRAB ONE OF THE BRANCHES AND THEN SAFELY GOT DOWN. HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW HE MANAGED TO GRAB THE BRANCH BUT HE WAS GLAD HE DID. HIS FATHER TOLD HIM THAT HE WAS PROBABLY SHOWING HIS MAGICAL ABILITY. SEE UNTIL THAT DAY LYSANDER HADN’T SHOWN ANY MAGICAL ABILITY. HE WAS HAPPY ABOUT THAT. HE ALREADY COULDN’T WAIT UNTIL HE WENT TO HOGWARTS, BUT HE HAD KNOWN HIS PARENT’S WONDERED IF HE WAS GOING TO BE A SQUIB. NOW THOUGH THEY ALL HAD ASSURANCE THAT HE WASN’T. HE KNEW THEY WOULD STILL HAVED LOVED HIM IF HE WAS A SQUIB BUT HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE ONE. HE WANTED TO GO TO HOGWARTS. HE HAD ALREADY HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT IT FROM HIS PARENT’S. HE WANTED TO BE IN EITHER RAVENCLAW, LIKE HIS MOTHER, OR IN GRYFFINDOR LIKE SOME OF HIS MOTHER’S FRIENDS, LIKE HARRY POTTER, RON WEASLEY, HERMIONE GRANGER, NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM, AND DEAN THOMAS.

HE TURNED ELEVAN IN MAY THEN THREE MONTHS LATER, AUGUST, HIM AND HIS BROTHER, LORCAN, RECEIVED THEIR HOGWARTS LETTERS. THEY SHOPPED FOR SCHOOL SUPPLIES AND LYSANDER HAD GOTTEN IN A FIGHT BECAUSE A KID, ALONG WITH THE KID’S PARENT, MADE FUN OF HIS MOTHER. APPARENTLY SHE HAD WENT TO SCHOOL WITH THE KID’S FATHER AND WHEN HE STARTED MAKING FUN ON HER SO DID HIS SON. LYSANDER DIDN’T LIKE THAT SO HE PUNCHED THE KID IN THE FACE WHILE TELLING HIM TO STOP. HIS MOTHER AND THE KID’S MOTHER STOPPED THE FIGHT. SOON HE WAS ON THAT SCARLETT TRAIN AFTER SAYING GOODBYE TO HIS FAMILY. HE WAS IN A COMPARTMENT WITH HIS BROTHER LORCAN AND SOME OTHER KIDS. THEY ALL TALKED ABOUT WHAT HOUSE THEY WANTED TO BE IN AND QUIDDITCH. DURING THE SORTING CERMONY BOTH HE AND HIS BROTHER WERE SORTED INTO RAVENCLAW. HIS FIRST YEAR WAS AMAZING. HE LOVED HIS FLYING LESSONS, HERBOLOGY CLASS, POTIONS, AND DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, TRANSFIGURATION, AND HIS HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS. AFTER HIS FIRST YEAR HE WENT BACK HOME FOR THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS. HE COULDN’T WAIT FOR THE NEXT YEAR TO COME. IN HIS SECOND YEAR HE JOINED THE QUIDDITCH TEAM BUT WAS ON THE RESERVE TEAM UNTILL HIS FOURTH YEAR. IN HIS FIFTH YEAR HE WAS OFF THE RESERVE TEAM AND HE EXCELLED IN ALL BUT TWO OF HIS O.W.L.S. HE IS NOW IN HIS SIXTH YEAR AT SCHOOL.

HEY MY NAME IS VALVAL, AND I'M TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD. I FOUND YOU FROM ME, MYSELF, I. WANNA SEE WHAT I CAN DO. CHECK IT OUT.

THE WIND WAS BLOWING THROUGH HIS HAIR. HE CLOSED HIS EYES AS HE STOOD THERE. IT WAS A LITTLE CHILLY THAT SEPTEMBER DAY. HE WASN’T WEARING A JACKET SO THE COLD AIR WHIPPED ACROSS HIS ARMS IN A COLD CHILL. HE OPENED HIS EYES AND STARED ACROSS THE LAKE. HE COULDN’T HELP BUT THINK ABOUT THE UPCOMING MATCHES FOR QUIDDITCH. THEY WERE VERY IMPORTANT MATCHES AS SOME HOT SHOT RECRUITERS WERE GOING TO COME DOWN AND WATCH HIM PLAY THROUGHOUT THIS YEAR. THAT WAS XANDER’S DREAM TO BECOME A PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER. HE WAS HOPING THAT HE WOULD GET SIGNED THIS YEAR. HIS FATHER WANTED HIM TO FOLLOW IN HIS FOOTSTEPS BUT HE DIDN’T WANT TO. HE WAS NOW PRACTICING MORE ON HIS OWN SO HE WOULD BE READY AND HE STARTED TO DO EXTRA RUNS. HE WAS GOING TO WORK EXTRA HARD SO HE WOULD HAVE HIS SHOT. HIS MIND KEPT DRIFTING THOUGH LIKE IT ALWAYS DID EVER SINCE HE WAS FIFTEEN. THERE WAS MAINLY ONE THING ON HIS MIND MOST OF THE TIME. QUIDDITCH. HE REALLY LOVED THE SPORT. HE SMILED A BIT AS HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. HE SIGHED AS HE RAN A HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR.

HE WAS PLANNING ON DOING SOME MORE PRACTICING TODAY. HE JUST HAD TO GO GET HIS BROOM FROM HIS DORM. HE LIKED STARING OUT AT THE LAKE THOUGH. HE SMILED AS HE STARED OUT AND SHRUGGED. HE SHOULD GO GET HIS BROOM AND PRACTICE MORE. HE NEEDED TO PRACTICE IF HE WAS GOING TO GET TO BE A PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER. THEY ONLY TOOK THE BEST AND HE WANTED TO BE THE BEST. SIGHING HE WALKED AWAY FROM THE BLACK LAKE AND WALKED UP THE GRASSY LAWNS TO THE SCHOOL. HIS WALKED IN THROUGH THE DOORS AND STUFFED HIS HANDS INTO HIS POCKETS. HE WALKED ACROSS THE STONE FLOOR TOWARDS THE GREAT STAIRCASE. HE WENT UP TO THE RAVENCLAW COMMON ROOM. HE WALKED UP TO HIS DORM AND GRABBED HIS BROOM. HE HEADED OUT OF THE COMMON ROOM AND BACK OUTSIDE. HE WALKED DOWN THE GRASSY LAWN TOWARDS THE PITCH. HE SMILED AS HE LOOKED AROUND THE PITCH. HE GOT ON HIS BROOM KICKED OFF FROM THE GROUND AND STARTED FLYING AROUND. HE DID HIS WHOLE PRACTICE ROUTINE WHICH TOOK TWO HOURS. HE TOUCHED DOWN ONTO THE GROUND AND STRETCHED. HE WAS SWEATY AND OUT OF BREATH FROM HIS OWN PRACTICE.

XANDER WAS WEARING BLACK SHORTS, A WHITE TANK TOP, AND BLACK SNEAKERS. HE SIGHED AS HE PUT HIS BROOM OVER HIS SHOULDER AND LEFT THE PITCH WALKING UP TOWARDS THE CASTLE. HE YAWNED AS HE WALKED UP THE GRASSY LAWNS. THE WIND BLEW ON HIS BARE ARMS AND LEGS AS IT PICKED UP IN SPEED. MAYBE A STORM WAS COMING. HE WOULDN’T LIKE THAT AS HE HATED TO BE KEPT INSIDE. HE STOPPED NEAR THE BLACK LAKE AGAIN AND LOOKED OUT ACROSS THE LAKE. HE SMILED AND CLOSED HIS EYES. BEING NEAR THE LAKE ALWAYS BROUGHT A PEACEFUL CALM TO HIM. HE COULDN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS HIS LAST YEAR HERE AT HOGWARTS. .

this app was made by valval @ Caution 2.0….steal and she will send THE DOCTOR after yew.