Jaxen Ashworth

Jaxen Ashworth
Goes by: Jax
Gender: Male
Height: Above Average

Blood status: Halfblood
Raised in: Wizarding
Home: Puddles Way -- LilyGrove

Boggart: His mother dying. Usually the boggart will cycle through various causes, each one more horrifying than the last.

Patronus: Unknown
As the eldest Ashworth child, Jaxen has always felt responsible. He has been trying to fill the shoes of his father and uncle for as long as he can remember, and feels that it is his responsibility to look after his family.

This mindset has led to a rather protective nature that isn't just extended to the younger children in the family, but to his mother as well. Jaxen believes it is his responsibility to care for his younger siblings so that his mother doesn't have to carry the burden of looking after so many children on her own- because of this he has had to mature a lot faster than other kids his age.

Jaxen believes that his emotions shouldn't burden others and makes a conscious effort not to lose his temper -- especially around his family. On the occasions when things do get too much for him to deal with, he'll often retreat to his room where he can express his anger in private so it won't effect anyone else.

The one thing that Jaxen has found to help him relax is art, he finds drawing and painting is a great creative outlet for any frustration he is feeling and helps him to unwind and de-stress -- it's a welcome form of escapism for the boy.
Jaxen is the oldest of the Ashworth children, his arrival was unexpected and unplanned but his parents always made him feel wanted. His formative years were happy ones, filled with laughter and joy -- although happiness in such a pure form is rarely built to last.

When he was almost six years old, his father and uncle both unfortunately died, leaving the family fractured. Jaxen's memories before his sixth birthday are vague at best, but he was acutely aware of the change that occurred around this time; how everyone seemed to be just a little sadder than they had before, and how his mother seemed to stop smiling.

Having been so young when his father died, Jaxen cannot remember much of his dad at all and those memories that he does have, he's not sure if they are memories or just images that he's dreamed up to feel a closer connection to the parental figure that he got to spend so little time with. It was easy for Jax to idolise his father and uncle while he was growing up, unable to picture their faces but more than willing to step into their shoes and become the 'man of the house' as there was no one to fill the role now that they were gone.

In the years following, Jax began to take on more responsibility around the house -- small chores was how it started, picking up after the younger children, doing the dishes, and keeping his siblings entertained while his mother was busy... but then as he got older and grew more competent, the responsibility that was handed to him increased until he was doing everything that his mother was capable of doing.

However, Jax never complained because he didn't mind doing it. He would rather be cooking, cleaning, and keeping the kids occupied while his mother was busy with a project, as long as she was happy. He remembered how sad she had been after his father had died, and always viewed it as his duty to keep her from feeling such sadness ever again.

Jax had displayed his first signs of magic at the age of eight and, although it was definitely a moment to be proud of, it caused him anxiety to know that it meant he would one day be going off to school, where he'd stay the majority of the year -- away from his family. He worried that they wouldn't cope without him, or that his mother would be under too much pressure with having to look after his siblings without him.

It was the start of what would happen every year, even when his sister also started Hogwarts and their grandparents said they'd help out a bit more by hiring someone to check in on the family on a semi-regular basis.

When September arrived and he boarded the Hogwarts express for the first time, he was excited to start this new adventure and to visit the school where his parents had once attended, and walk the same halls that they had when they were his age. Yet he was anxious to be leaving his family. He'd had to take several calming breaths to settle his nerves and soon he was chatting with some equally nervous first years, putting his family temporarily from his mind as he embarked on his first journey to Hogwarts.