[No Name]

Backstory

When I received my Hogwarts Letter, I was over the moon! My great-grandmum had always claimed before she passed away that her parents were magic, and that she was a "squib" that married a "muggle". We never took her words seriously since the only "proof" of her claim was an old heirloom tome of "spells". We all took it as a pretty fake made by an occult fanatic. The old book was nothing but a dust collector that I would occasionally take out to read for fun. The day I had my first bought of accidental magic, we were all definitely surprised! Once we realized what I was, I started studying that heirloom book from front to back until I knew it by heart. I tried my hardest to do the spells in the book by making a wand out of a pretty stick I found on the ground, but the only thing I ever managed to do from the tome was make water appear and a few objects to wobble around. Once my Hogwarts letter came, I knew I was finally going to be able to learn what I needed to control this magic inside of me. Though we were dirt poor and lived in the slums of my city, we were able to scrape together just enough or beg for money to get me the supplies I needed. They're all almost falling apart, but I'm hoping I can learn as much magic as I can so I can use it to make money for myself and my family.