Isla Waterton

I was born into one of the most powerful wizarding families—a name rich in tradition, wealth, and a fierce belief in the purity of our bloodline. My father, a powerful figure in the world of dark magic, raised me to believe we were superior, that we deserved respect, even fear. My childhood was spent in our grand home, surrounded by ancient books, dark artifacts, and constant reminders of the legacy I was expected to uphold.

When I started school, I wanted to prove myself, to live up to the Waterton name and make my family proud. Sorted into slythrin , I made it my mission to lead, to rule over my peers. But my confidence masked a quiet need for approval—especially my father’s. As I got older, I realized I was being pulled into a world far darker than I’d expected. My rivalry with Darcey Glancy became something deeper and more dangerous, and for the first time, I began to question if this path was really mine to follow.