Magical Beasts (Especially Dragons) Carter has an almost preternatural connection to magical creatures, especially dragons. While others flinch or freeze, he steps forward—calm, curious, and unafraid. He’s known to sneak into the Forbidden Forest alone and return without a scratch, sometimes smelling of smoke or moss. He doesn’t treat creatures like obstacles or tools, but as equals—something that unnerves even the professors.

Tattoo Enchantment & Rune Etching The red dragon tattoos across Carter’s body aren’t just art—they’re alive with shifting enchantments, often changing shape and never staying the same for too long. He’s become obsessed with ancient rune systems, especially those linked to draconic lore. Late at night, he experiments with ink, blood-magic bindings, and protective sigils that only react to certain emotions. No one’s seen all of them—but it’s said one moves when he lies.

Smoking Carter smokes to slow the fire in his chest. Usually hand-rolled cigarettes or enchanted herbs from his mother’s garden, each with calming or focusing effects. He doesn’t do it to look cool—though he undeniably does—it’s a ritual, a quiet rebellion against the control his father drilled into him. He smokes as if trying to burn something out of himself.

Quidditch (Chaser, #5) Carter didn’t try out for the attention—he just needed an outlet. As a Chaser, he’s quick, ruthless, and unpredictable, often weaving through the air like he was born to fly. He rarely celebrates after scoring, but his precision and fearlessness make him one of Ravenclaw’s most reliable players. He’s the kind of flier who plays through injuries and never asks for substitutions. When he’s on a broom, it’s one of the rare times he looks truly free.

Wandless Magic Practice/Wand Combat Carter trains in wandless magic not to show off, but because it makes him feel closer to the magic in his blood. His mother taught him the basics, but he’s pushed himself beyond what most students attempt. He often casts small spells silently—lighting candles with a glance, levitating books without movement—until people wonder if the room is responding to him rather than his magic. He has a unique style—precise, fluid, almost like a dance. His technique blends traditional Eastern martial forms with wand combat, likely something he developed on his own.

Ink Sketching He’s a surprisingly talented sketch artist, especially when it comes to magical creatures. Most of his drawings are found in the margins of class notes or scrawled on scraps he tucks away in books. He never shows them, but they often reveal more of his inner world than words ever could.

Rooftop Climbing & Solitary Exploration Carter has a habit of sneaking onto rooftops, towers, or anywhere others aren’t supposed to be. He claims he likes the quiet, but he’s really chasing altitude—something about being closer to the sky calms the fire inside him. Hogwarts' highest towers and off-limits ruins are his favorite haunts.

Fighting Carter’s temper doesn’t snap—it simmers. And when it finally spills over, it does so with fists, not wands. He’s known to vanish for hours and return with split knuckles, bruised ribs, or blood crusted along his jawline. He never explains. Some say he picks fights with older students off school grounds. Others whisper he runs underground dueling rings where spells aren’t allowed.

Whatever the truth, Carter doesn’t flinch from pain—he wears it like armor. Professors have grown used to him showing up to class with bandaged hands or a darkening bruise across his cheekbone. He never offers an excuse. He just slides into his seat, quiet and unbothered, like violence is part of his routine. He fights to feel something. To keep the storm inside from swallowing him whole.