Name: Samuel Ackerman

House: Ravenclaw

Parents: Franklin and Joyce Ackerman (father deceased)

Age: 17

Looks: Sam has short, dark brown hair the exact same shade as his rich brown eyes. He’s of average height and build, and dresses in a clean, modern style.

Personality: Funny and smart, Sam has a rather cocky attitude about life. He’s the ultimate guy’s guy; give him a woman, Quidditch, and his boys, and he’s good to go. But Sam also has his sensitive, more mature side, which he only brings out in private.

History: Born the oldest of four boys to a wizarding family in a little farming community in England, Sam and his brothers ran their mother ragged. They were a wild bunch, and the addition of magic only boosted their ability to wreak havoc on the countryside. They did everything, from turning live chickens into weathervanes, to having the cows give chocolate milk, to making the pigs really fly. Poor Joyce, though she loved them all dearly, had a hard time controlling them, especially after Samuel’s father died during the Wizarding Wars when Sam was five; his youngest brother was only a few months old. It was a hard blow for little Sammie, and he tried to become the man of the family, always feeling like he couldn’t live up to his father’s memory. For the rest of his time at home, Sam played a delicate game of moving between the adult and the kid who still goofed around with his brothers.

At ten, he went to Hogwarts, and was sorted into Ravenclaw house, largely due not only to his intelligence but the fact he was older than his years. He quickly became a favorite among the students and staff, and enjoyed a bit guiltily the feeling that he could just be a kid for a while. Still, he did well in most of his classes, though he just couldn’t and still can’t get the hang of Magical Creatures or Herbology. Sam also became a beater on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and is the male prefect of Ravenclaw House.

Other: Both Juliet Weasley and the female Ravenclaw prefect (name will be here later) have a crush on Sam, and he’s well aware of it. One part of him delights in the tug of war, while the other is rather tired of feeling like a piece of meat.