Ah'Jahnz

Childhood.

Timothy, his little sister, Mivora and their parents had been walking down the sidewalk of New York. Timothy has been nothing but eight, and Mivora was just an infant. Timothy held his little disinter in his arms, staring into her ocean eyes. "Mother, if you have another child, what would you name it?" He asked. Timothy was an intelligent young wizard. He had been on Christmas break from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But I'm sure you already knew this.
"I don't know, Timothy. Since you named Mivora, Mivora most likely name her new little sibling." His mother, Jamie said to him.  Jamie was a decent witch, not the best. But Timothy inherited his mother's extravagant looks from his mother. He got his amazing wizardry from his father.
Timothy and the gang had walked to the beach, which of course, wasn't really a beach. Alexander had pointed his wand at the ocean, and said, "Fantasia Reflecto." A gigantic castle appeared from no where. The moat from the castle dropped down, and the walked into the castle. This was almost everyday for Timothy. He loved it. In his wing of the castle, he had everything to himself. He had his own room, his own house elf, and a bunch of other things. Whenever he had Mivora, he carried her all the way to her wing, then walked back to his to sleep. He just took his shower's in the morning, because he wasn't a nasty child.
Every morning Timothy was woken up to his favorite breakfast, his gillyweed pancakes. After he at those, of course he got into the shower and brushed his teeth. But this was only at home, remember now. He would go down stairs, to meet his family then they would go out on the town.