Sarcastic / Quidditch Lover / Kind
It was odd to think that Cordelia and Elia were in different houses. It was easy to tell them apart since Elia was the only blonde that their parents had. Elia was in Slytherin, like him. Cordelia found her way into Gryffindor, which he thought it was cause of their father. It was horrible that they were divorced but that happened. It was common for couples that married early. Well, they were about to be divorced, had some counselling, and seemed like they were going to make up but his dad died too soon. Cole might have been the firstborn, but he saw more of the bad than the good from the marriage. The only good thing that came from his parents were his siblings and himself of course. Still, it was hard for him to comfort his mother while she grieved when his dad died. Cole made his way into the trophy room, wearing his uniform without the robes. The only way anyone could tell that he was a Slytherin was the tie that wrapped around his neck. It was not tied either, it was just handing loosely down his chest. He walked along the wall, his purple eyes that matched his mothers glanced down at the trophies. He wondered if there were any that had his mothers name on them. He doubted it. She might have been a prefect and a captain, she was not the most lovable captain.