Ezekiel Schneider knows the value of hard work--but he isn't above taking a short cut or two, especially if he's confident he could do it the hard way anyway. (Or if he knows he can't. Sometimes. He really hates those what-would-you-do-if sorts of questions. It's not really possible to say with certainty since the amount of variables is infinite.)
He's a pretty easygoing man, not nearly as intense as his younger sister, and he doesn't get riled up easily. He's used to teasing from his cousins and knows retaliation is not going to make anything better. If someone hits him, the chances he'll hit back are slim--especially if he thinks his lack of reaction is only going to infuriate them. Satisfaction in the little things, you know? But he's also really clingy and really protective of his clingees. When his best friend of seven years moved away, he cried intermittently for a few months, and when he overheard someone talking bad about the friend he left burning bags of crap on their doorstep regularly for almost as long. Said friend is now penpals with Ez, and all is well. He actually chased his least favorite cousin for several miles on broomstick for teasing his sister, and only stopped because his uncle wrenched him bodily from his broom.
He's not the most tidy or organized guy, but he doesn't lose things often. He likes a bit of organized chaos, but he won't let it get gross.
Ezekiel--Ez to people he likes--is descended from famous tailors to royalty. (Most of his family are tailors or fashion designers or something like that--it's in their blood.) His parents, Calista and Viktor, both work in an upscale custom tailor shop in London. They both attended Hogwarts--Slytherin, specifically--and often use a bit of magic to ensure the clothing they make is perfect and durable.
Ez is an accident. He doesn't mind; his parents love him and...he doesn't really understand how a child can be accidental anyway, so. (Apparently his sister was intentional? What?) His uncle on his mom's side homeschooled Ez and most of his cousins (all eleven of them--minus the two that went to some German boarding school. Apparently they were squibs, not that that really mattered to anyone, but muggle education was a bit more important for them than the other cousins) in basic muggle things and--naturally--the fine art of quidditch. Said uncle lived reasonably far from muggles, so they could do a bit of flying, but not nearly as much as Ez would have liked. (He adores being up in the air, and loves playing quidditch--he hopes to make the house team at some point--but the prospect of falling is kind of terrifying. He was a little late into flying because he was afraid of sliding off the broom, but with a few pep talks he got up there and honestly there's nowhere he'd rather be.)
His magic first appeared when he was five: candles fascinated him endlessly when he was little, and one day he flopped down in front of a whole bunch of them and glared at them until they lit. (As a result of this little stunt he also has a small burn scar on his right hand, but he prefers not to talk about that.) Magic, both in practice and in theory, really intrigues him, and he has been caught perusing some of his parents' old textbooks. Some things are a little too advanced for him to comprehend, but he managed to persuade his dad to give him bedtime magic theory lessons, so it didn't really matter. (Said lessons really just consisted of technical, nitpicky questions evaded with the classic "Ask your mother" deflection.)
His family is also lowkey Jewish; his parents tend to lean more toward atheism but his grandparents are a bit more religious, so they do follow some traditions. (Not too often, but they tend to spend Hannukah with the grandparents and then have a separate Christmas-esque celebration at home. The last thing he minds is getting two rounds of gifts.)