Niccolò Bianchi

Brown, wavy, short hair, sometimes naturally and attractively tousled.
Medium build, with muscles slightly defined by his adolescence.
White, almost pale complexion, light blue eyes, thick eyelashes and eyebrows.
Straight nose, white smile and thin features.
Tall stature, always with a relaxed posture.

Niccolo is brave and intelligent in many ways, and he develops his skills with ease.

Niccolo is private and respectful of the privacy of others.

Niccolo is gentle, attentive, and affectionate with his girlfriend, seeking her comfort before his own.

Niccolo is afraid of owls, so it's difficult to send or receive letters, especially when he has to tie the letters to the animal's feet or get close when it enters through his window.

Niccolo is sensitive to his girlfriend's crying, so he tries to prevent her from crying because of him or to take revenge on those who caused her to cry.

Niccolo loves affection and physical contact at any time, especially when he is nervous or scared.

Niccolo loves the desserts that elves prepare, so he always carries cookies or rolls in the pockets of his uniform.

Niccolo is strict about his appearance and likes to keep his clothes clean, perfumed and wrinkle-free, even though his wardrobe and room are always a mess.

Above all, Niccolo loves his girlfriend's voice and laugh, and he tries to make her laugh even if it means making a fool of himself in front of everyone.

After the breakup, Niccolo could swear that nothing had changed. He still thought of her as his most precious thought, and vice versa, with the difference that there were no more kisses, no more caresses or hugs that had once filled them with happiness.

Love was still there, wandering between their glances whenever they were too close.

They never returned each other's belongings, photographs, letters, or gifts, but kept them as treasures.

They both suffered every time others took advantage of the breakup to get closer or go out, but saying so would only unleash what they had to keep hidden because of the danger of Niccolo's nearby football and all that it entails.

Despite this, it was impossible to stay apart; they still spent most of the day together, holding hands even though they knew it was forbidden. Old habits remained, a weight that threatened to break down the walls they had built to avoid falling back into their old love.

Niccolo was much more attentive and careful than before now that anyone could approach her and snatch her away from him, so he never stopped doing what made her feel special, even if it condemned him.

Before their breakup, his girlfriend was the most precious thing in his life, so much so that he would get into constant fights when she entered his dorm room sobbing when students from other classes or his own friends did unpleasant things, like that time they knocked over his cauldron just as it was about to finish and took points away from his house.

He loved taking her for walks and fulfilling her every whim without remorse over the cost or the time.

He enjoyed snuggling with her under a blanket in the Common Room, or brushing her hair to keep her scent on his clothes, carrying her in the corridors when she was exhausted, and ignoring the teasing from his friends when he sat her on his lap like a porcelain doll to take off her slippers and massage her until she fell asleep in his arms, as much as he enjoyed the taste of her lips and the warmth of her hugs for hours.

Hearing her laugh was like touching the sky, especially when tickle attacks came and they both ended up tangled up in the garden laughing.

Winter was Niccolo's favorite time of year, when he could wrap her up and keep her warm with his own sweaters and keep her close to him, or the eagerly awaited Yule dance where they would stay until late at night simply dancing to the rhythm of soft music and more shared caresses.

They knew every detail about each other, even the most embarrassing ones, the ones no one else knew; it was even easy to share the funniest secrets or thoughts.

It is very common to use affectionate nicknames that have become a custom and a way to show their love.

Niccolo always had an interest in spells and potions. He practiced even before entering Hogwarts with his father, so he quickly mastered the names, movements, and ingredients for every situation.

He received his first wand and was amazed to see that it was one of the strongest and most durable in the magical world, which gave him more opportunities to facilitate his knowledge in class.

She collects notebooks to jot down the most important things from her classes. A trunk under her bed protects them from snoopers who want to know everything she knows.

He has accidentally injured students from other houses every time he practices new spells or potions, so Madam Pomfrey doesn't even bother to ask for an explanation when she sees him enter the infirmary carrying an injured person.

He is one of the best throwers on his Quidditch team, where he trains every afternoon with his friends, but his favorite part is the monthly games, where he can be seen by the whole school and get excited when his team wins and the stands are filled with cheers and shouts of excitement.

Niccolo comes from a well-off family, where he had no worries about money or expenses.

Her house was always large and beautiful, which she shared only with her parents, and a room of her own large enough for the bookshelves of books she loved to read to expand her knowledge in the world of magic.

His parents have stable jobs at the Ministry in important positions, but his father always maintained a close working relationship as a Death Eater, a follower of Voldemort for years, so he knew that Niccolo had to be like him, have the same success.