His dirty blond hair was frizzy, his large blue eyes were bloodshot, and shoes were too tight. Not to mention it was starting to snow outside. What a lovely morning.
Lysander Scamander brushed his teeth and didn't bother with anything else. He had took his shower last night, to avoid waiting in line, and just settled for scrubbing his face.
He grabbed his backpack, checked to see all his books were there, and walked down the stairs leading to the Gryffindor Common Room. He'd never felt comfortable being a Gryffindor, his entire family were Ravenclaws, including his twin brother, Lorcan. Actaully when he thought about it, he didn't feel all that comfortable at Hogwarts period.
Lysander was sort of an outsider. He wasn't very smart, or very handsome, or funny, or fun. Lysander was just kind. The only thing he excelled at though was music. He was a master pianist, and had written his own compositions on multiple occasions. He could also play the violin and the bass, the guitar, the mandolin, and the clarinet. Those were his favorites.
He actually had a list of all the instruments he could play. It was his hobby, to learn and master everything about an instrument. The harder, the better.
But most people didn't know this and Hogwarts didn't offer any musical activities so no one here was ever going to know. Except for Lorcan, who had the pleasure of listening to him play whenever the were home for the holidays.
Lorcan was Lysander's exact opposite. He was smart, popular, and handsome; his hair was a dark brown, his skin tan, and his eyes a grayish green. Lorcan was funny, and was always surrounded by people.
But Lorcan couldn't play the triangle.
But he didn't have to, he had everything he needed. No one seemed to care if you could play the oboe. They wanted someone fun.
Lorcan was perfect. Lysander wasn't. Heck, he even got the stupid rhyming name. Lysander Scamander. How cute.
He plopped himself down at the Gryffindor Table. He always ate alone, his one best friend, Lucy Weasley, was a Slytherin. Once again Lysander didn't understand the Sorting Hat's decision. That old hat must be unweaving or something...
Across the Great Hall he saw his redheaded companion arguing with some fifth year. If there was an award for most aggressive third year she would win hands down.
He glanced out the window. Snow was coming down even faster. It was a Wednesday which meant he had Care of Magical Creatures. Joy. His father made him take it, the majority of his family were magizoologists. And who was he to end that line of success?
Lysander didn't mind the class, mostly. It was easier than his other ones. The thing he did not enjoy however was the weather.
He hated sitting in the snow watching Hagrid talk about some beast he'd managed to wrangle long enough to show it to the class.
James had told all the boys in his dorm (which included Lysander) that they were covering dugbogs today. A dangerous, ankle-devouring, creature that looks like a log. Whoopee.
He gathered his things and prepared himself for the cold outside.
Okaaaaay. So this kind of a project I'm working on. I wanted to write a... series... yeah that's an okay word. I wanted to write a series of stories, but I just could not do it with those developed characters, and i didn't want to use a character that people use in all their Next Gen stuff. So I chose Lysander. He looks like his mommy *SQUEAL*
He's sorta my baby now.