Vincent and Heather Nguyen were never supposed to meet, not if their parents had any say in the matter. You see, both were taught to fear the other's species vehemently. Vincent, a muggle, had been shooed away from all things magical when his older brother, Eugene, had been revealed to be a wizard. His traditional family couldn't handle the oddity that Eugene brought and subsequently shunned him and scaring Vincent to fear wizardkind. Heather, on the other hand, hailed from a long line of Vietnamese wizards and had been told that muggles weren't worth her time and, for the most part, she believed what her parents told her. Even their initial meeting was down to some freak chance. Having grown up as exclusively magical, Heather often found herself blundering around in the muggle world - somewhere she visited from time to time to see some muggle-born or half-blood friends when they lived a muggle lifestyle. Whether it was the curiosity within her, a rebellious streak or just the wonder of the muggle world, each time she went ensured that a bigger part of her wanted to explore it more. Still blundering, of course. It was in one of her off expeditions that she had ran into Vincent and asked him for directions. A conversation was struck up beyond there and the rest became history pretty quickly. Neither sets of parents were happy about such a pairing so, when Vincent and Heather got married some year and a half later, it was no shock that they were cut off and left to fend for themselves.
Vincent and Heather didn't mind being cut off; they had found their parents' rules and regulations for their lives to be too restricting and made living unenjoyable. Sure there were times where they missed them or had hoped that they could ask for some guidance but, for the most part, they were content being strictly in each other's company with both believing that they didn't need anyone else. They were so madly in love with each other that, naturally, children came in quick succession to the marriage. First was a daughter, Alice, then a son, Davis, and a final son, Brodie, brought up the rear. Both had automatically assumed that all three of their children would be half-bloods, as was natural of a muggle and pure-blood offspring, and thus the three were brought up in a muggle-magical environment hybrid. A routine had developed early on whereby Vincent would home school them about muggle things and Heather, with the aid of KwikSpell Tutoring, would teach them about magic.
Brodie was always a little different when he was compared to his siblings. Given their mother's magical prowess, they showed signs of magic early on in their lives. Brodie, on the other hand, seemed to struggle in that aspect. His parents weren't too worried and, in fact, they braced themselves for him to take his magical heritage on. Neither really knew the logistics of witch-muggle breeding and thus assumed that the likelihood of them having a muggle child was up there. Thus, when Brodie went passed all ages for magical experiences and was eventually confirmed to be a squib through the knowledge of Alice's Hogwarts education. Subsequently, he was weened off of magical education and was put forward to be strictly muggle. Like many squibs, he possessed enough magic for some weak incantations but the only interest he had in magic was to create sparkles and glitter - something his parents found harmless enough.
At eleven, unlike his siblings, Brodie was sent to the local secondary school and was encouraged to throw himself into school life. Being young enough, he had vague memories of magic but was old enough to know that performing it wouldn't be good for him. Though he liked living the double life, the pent up excitement he got and the subsequent feelings of emptiness from not being able to show anyone around him was what led to him throwing himself into his school life. From Year Seven all the way up until Year Thirteen, Brodie was the top of his year in most subjects. Being ever social, Brodie was also within the in crowds throughout his time at school, never once facing any repercussions for being flamingly gay or flamboyant. He was, for all intents and purposes, the model student; achieving the title of Head Boy twice in Year 11 and then Year 13.
When it came to universities, being so gifted academically, Brodie had the pick of the litter with where he wanted go to. It was a shock to nobody that he applied for Oxbridge and got accepted at both, eventually choosing Cambridge to study medicine with goals of being one of those hybrid Surgeon-Youtubers. For the first year there, Brodie was happy and excelled much to the expectations of everyone. He seemed to have his mind set on achieving his degree and was making his parents proud. Needless to say when he got deviated the summer between first and second year and lived in Hogsmeade with his brother during that time and fell in love with the wizarding lifestyle, a spanner was thrown into the works. It was during this holiday that he met a local drag queen, Miss Maybelle Leen, and got an interest in drag. Brodie had experience with makeup; he had done his mother's make up for a while and thus the makeup of most of his female friends and that meant he could construct a feminine face with relative ease. By the end of the summer that year, Brodie had established an up and coming drag name for himself - Cherry Poppins.
The timeline from then on was very quick; Brodie expressed his desires to his parents and they made him promise that, so long as he was happy, he could pursue the drag occupation (that and if he could teach his mother any new makeup tricks he found out). Thus, within six months of the summer, Brodie had dropped out of Cambridge and took Cherry Poppins hard on and all the time.