Jarrod Stewert is an average sized guy. To be precise, he is 5' 6". He has shoulder length, straight blonde hair(with a single strand of purple streaked hair) that is layered perfectly into place. He wears slightly tight robes(mostly purple and white colored) that compliment his fine toned, and rather thin body. When he was born, he had beautiful light blue eyes, but as he grew up,
they slowly changed violet. Ever since the age of 6, his eyes permanently stayed a very bright, and almost metallic shade of purple. With his thin, heart shaped, smooth and absolutely perfect face, and his perfect sense of style, and his perfect
body, a lot of people like him. But, as his looks don't show, he still has a secret. A secret that causes him a lot of trouble....
Jarrod is one of those people who always looks on the bright side. He is almost always happy, and he always makes good choices in life.
He follows the rules, and knows a lot(in both a wise and factual knowledge kind of way). He's constantly thinking. His mind wanders to very deep, meaningful thoughts about life and love. Sometimes though, it wanders to the most random, bazaar ideas that have nothing to do with anything. He's also very friendly, and very caring. His friends always say how he should be a therapist when he's older(because of how wise he is) but really, he's an actor, dancer, and singer. He's very passionate about the theater, and is already getting a little professional. He's done a few performances at Hogsmead, and wishes to do some for Diagon Ally some time soon. He believes in peace, love, and truth. And it pretty much works our for him. But he struggles with a concept beyond his control...a secret he can't hide from himself.....his liking of other guys....
The Stewerts are a very old pureblood family that migrated to England many years ago. Now they live in a very poor neighborhood, in what muggles would see as a very old and torn down house, but which is really a very big beautiful mansion. It's of course a lot bigger on the inside. The Stewerts are very rich so they could easily have paid for it. Jarrod doesn't know why his ancestors had decided to move, and neither did any of his living family members, but he's still glad that he is in England. He loves the place, though some of his distant relatives hated it so much they moved back.
His family, being new to England, hadn't been relatively close to the pureblood families that had been there for centuries, causing their name to be a lot less popular then it was in Bulgaria. Still, he had a wide variety of friends. He had pureblood friends, half blood friends, and even muggle born friends. His parents, unlike many pureblood wizards, are a lot less anti-muggle. Sadly, they aren't so keen with homosexuals. In fact, they always say how much they detest, and don't support gay marriage whenever it shows up on the radio. Luckily, they don't know Jarrod's gay. In fact, he plans on never telling them. He thinks that they'll just find out when he's moved out. He's sure that when he's famous the paparazzi will tell the whole world.
All his friends already know about his homosexuality and are fine with it, though some people in his neighborhood are very mean, and want to fight him. They are muggles of course, and have no chance what so ever of hurting him now that he's going to Hogwarts to learn magic.
His first sign of magic, was the time when a whole bunch of muggle boys had surrounded him at the park. He was only 7 years old when it happened. And he was wearing a very frilly, girly pink dress(he always liked to dress up when he was younger). He had been on his normal, daily walk/skip around the park when a gang of 5 or more older kids came up.
They were horrible, violent boys. One even had a knife! They ended up chasing him into a small corner underneath the playground set. Right when they reached out toward him, something happened. The knife that was just then pointed at him turned upwards, as if by itself. It slipped out of the guys fingers and lifted up. All five of the guys were silently watching as the knife hit the playground set above it, drifted outward, then up high into the sky. Jarrod knew he had no time to be in shock, and decided to run instead. When he finally reached his house, he was completely out of breath. He had had no idea what was going on when it was going on, but now that he could breath clearly, he remembered of a spell called wingardium leviosa. He had read it in one of the books in his families huge, wonderful library, and he was amazed that he, just now, had performed it.
His family had started going to Hogwarts back since his great great great great grandfather first moved to England. All the family had been in Hufflepuff, but he himself did not think he would ever be in Hufflepuff. He had a habit of being majorly lazy. Also, he always thought he held to much knowledge NOT to be in Ravenclaw.
Jarrod had gotten his wand as sort of a present when he visited his great aunt (who decided to move back to Bulgaria when she reached age). She was a wand maker herself, a veela at that, and forged his wand out of the wood from a cacao tree(he loves chocolate), and out of strand of her own hair. The wand worked perfectly for him. Which was a very good thing, because it took her a lot of time and hard work to make it, as she always said.
Now that he's going to Hogwarts, he can finally learn to use and control his magic, And he can perform all of the things he's seen in the library. He can get away from the horrible people in his neighborhood, and he could make some new friends. Maybe even make more then just friends with one of the guys he meets there. There just had to be some other gay wizards there!