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Castor BlackCastor was born to Regulus Black and Lillian Caldwell. His father had escaped the death of the Inferi and fled away. He couldn’t return home after the shame of his actions as a death eater. He fled to London to live as a muggle named David Bruce. There, he ran into Lillian Caldwell, a muggle born witch. They married and soon had Castor.
History: After the birth of Castor, David and Lillian moved to a rural farmland. Castor grew up homeschooled, knowing nothing about his wizarding heritage. He grew up quite normal under the care of Lilli. He was a smart boy, and it didn’t take him long to notice things that were wrong. Regulus had used spells to change his appearance, though, at times they were prone to wear off. Castor caught him in these times and started to uncover the truth, bit by bit. He was 8 at the time he went to the attic and discovered Black family history and heirlooms, and Regulus knew he could hide it no more.
By the time Castor’s 11th birthday rolled around, his letter came, much to the surprise of Lillian and Regulus; both of which told no one of Castor’s existence. Castor was thrilled, and was allowed to go to the school. He was taken to Regulus’s old home. 12 Grimauld place and put under the care of Kreacher. He took on the name of Black once more and joined the Hogwarts school as a Gryffindor, like his uncle.
Appearance: Castor is a fair complected young man with pale emerald eyes. His hair, much like his family lines, is curly and black. Most say he “looks like he was born to be Slytherin.” He’s pale and always has a smile on his face.
Personality: Castor is a wildly curious man. He often lets his pursuit of adventure get him in dangerous situations; though, his bold attitude shines through. He’s very quick-thinking, though most decisions he makes are split second and focused on his own instinct. Spells aren’t his strong-suit and he often sticks to only a few that he uses in a time of peril. He’s easy going and loves to make many friends, including females. Yes, Castor is an amazing flirt. He knows a lot about his family line and prides himself in the comparisons the professor’s give him to his uncle, Sirius Black. He’s always got a skip in his step and a plot scheming in his brain. He’s good with a broom and loves the feeling of freedom, though he hadn’t joined the quidditch team. He’s friends with most of the kids his lineage was friends with; The Potters, Weasleys, and even his own twin Cousins. All around, Castor is a well-liked boy, Even if he tends to get into massive amounts of trouble.
Castor slipped around the hall, back pressed against the cobblestone. He went to great measures to keep himself absolutely silent as he crept around the curved hall. He made his way to the shifting stairwells and sighed, looking down. His shoes were covered in mud, even his robes were laced with the wet dirt. He had been out scoping the forbidden forest again, and now he had to get back to the Gryffindor common room before anyone decided to pick up on his absence- or worse…TELL someone about it. Though, per usual, the stairs were not shifting in his favor. Two flights upwards, the stairwell was locked where he needed it to be, but knowing his luck, it wouldn’t stay that way. Castor darted up the first flight, and of course, the target started moving. The second flight was harder, considering it was long, but the moment his foot touched the third flight of stairs, he hadn’t much time to think. It was a split second move that sent the 17 year old leaping off of the moving staircase. His feet floated over the two flights of stairs until his body hit the stationary landing he needed to be on. He gave a breath of relief, and stood, moving towards the Gryffindor’s picture. He barely opened his mouth when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Busted.
