OLIVER NATHANIEL BENNET Full Name: Oliver Nathaniel Bennett
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 15th, 2016
Age: 17
Blood: Halfblood
Birth Place: London, England
Nationality: British
Current Residence: Hogwarts
Family: Maxwell Bennett - Father - 44 years old - Auror
Laurie Bennett - Mother - 40 years old - Writer/Journalist (Muggle)
Matthew Bennett - Brother - 15 years old - Student (Hogwarts, Slytherin)
Thomas Bennett - Grandfather - Deceased - Former Unspeakable
Emma Bennett (nee Johnson) - Grandmother - Deceased - Former Hogwarts Professor and adventurer
History:Before School:Oliver was always quite a friendly child, always eager to learn and interact with others. From a young age, he developed an interest in music and writing, traits he seems to have inherited from his mother. He spent most of his summer days writing poems for himself, mostly about the warm weather and the yellow flowers; he would not be caught without a notebook! His first sign of being a wizard was when he was seven years old; he turned Matthew's (who was only five years old back then) hair a bright shade of green after becoming annoyed at the toddler's ways of trying to get his attention. This ended with a five-day punishment without books and TV or any outdoor play. Oliver had always known about the magical side of his family, but the day he received his Hogwarts letter the whole family arrived at his home to celebrate. Of course, he wanted to show the whole world that he was a wizard, so he went out into the garden with Matthew and set his neighbor's flowers on fire, causing them to turn to ash just seconds before Mrs. Russo walked out to see her beloved petunias and the likes as dead as they could be. On the bright side, him and Matthew had a great time laughing at the old woman's look as she wondered what had happened to her garden.
Ages 11 to 13:
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Age 18 and Up:
Appearance: At sixteen, Oliver stands at 5 feet 11 inches. He's got bright, ocean blue eyes and very fair skin. He has what many people would call a "baby face" and he absolutely hates it when people point it out. He has a few freckles scattered on his nose. His dark hair is so wild that it runs into about 10 directions without ever staying put.
He likes to wear t-shirts with Muggle bands on them, and dark-wash jeans. He also likes suits, blazers, coats, plaid and the Durmstrang uniform. He has begun to dress differently than he did as a child, wearing darker and simpler clothing.
Personality: When young, Oliver was a mischievous boy; he liked to play and joke around as much as he liked to read and write and play his piano. You would not catch him dancing, though! He very much enjoyed learning and talking to people, and he still does to be honest, he's just more selective with who he talks to now. He's never been shy and sometimes has been labeled "eccentric" due to his tendency to do things spontaneously and crazy ideas. He's very easy to talk to, someone you can go to when life gets rough. Because his parents always taught him to keep his own feelings in mind when making decisions, he is often led by his heart and not his mind and will often get easily hurt if offended. However, he does not like to go to big social gatherings that involve long lost relatives who make fun of his "adorableness" and talk with his parents about how wonderful their children are. He also doesn't like being jealous, even though he knows he's jealous, and he will never admit to having had that feeling. Oliver is very good at writing, he knows how to word his thoughts properly and he can play the piano very well (thanks to his mother!). Though he's retained most of his childhood persona, Oliver has changed. He's become selective, a bit reserved, he tends to overthink and make up possible negative scenarios in his head. He often keeps to himself unless he's with friends, but only the real ones can truly get deep into Oliver.
Oliver's eyes scanned his arena as he prepared to destroy it with toilet-blue cleaners and a yellow towel. The thick scars the sausage had left on the front window were more than enough to make him not want to eat such a magnificent food again. Thanks to Matthew's idea of an indoor food fight, him and his brother were being forced to clean everything up.
"Are you ready, Matt?" he asked in a very serious manner, probably the most serious one he's ever had. After all, this was a war between the two brothers; the one who cleaned the windows faster would be the one who would get the reward. And it wasn't just
any reward. It was one of Grandma Emma's world famous sugar cookies.
No way Matt's getting that cookie."Of course." Matt replied with a chuckle. With their weapons ready, Oliver counted down from three and sprayed the dirty window with the flower-scented blue liquid as fast as he could.
"You'll never win this one!" he yelled through the swift, quiet sounds of the spray bottle doing its job. His hand reached halfway up and he began to scrub off the marks of food on the window; clear glass was starting to show.
Matt laughed and Oliver laughed, unaware that their mother was watching and smiling to herself as the two boys battled each other for a
sugar cookie.