- Joined November 2015
- Member of Hufflepuff
- 0 House Points
- 1st Year
- United States
Backstory
When I received my Ilvermorny invitation on my 11th, there was no way to express what was going through my mind. At first I thought it was just a joke. My brother sometimes played pranks on me, or blamed me when some weird stuff happened around the house. How was I supposed to know rubber ducks don't float above water?Anyway, my parents were surprised at first, but came to realize that I truly did have magical gifts. So they sent me away to the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sorting placed me in Thunderbird. For years I've trained at Ilvermorny, my brother soon following me to Ilvermorny.
But unfortunately, an anti-magical plague swept across America that effected wizards and witches, draining their powers. Our parents were frightened for us, my brother and I were sent to live with our Grandfather and Grandmother in London. Strange things started to happen at the house: a house elf lived in the shed; objects went missing randomly; a shirt from the clothes line folded it's self in front of my eyes! It didn't take long for my brother and I to figure out that our own Grandfather was a wizard also! (His magic skipping a generation in our mother.) Not only that, but a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! He, seeing that our powers were starting to act up from not being used, pulls strings and sends us off to Hogwarts as 3rd and 1st years.
I'm 16 years old now, I can't afford to fail. Non-Maj born, invisible. I've got to rise to the top, in order to do that, I have to succeed. I should have attended, The memory of exploring Diagon Alley, I can't believe how excited I was about picking up Mythical Creature Care gear. My calling. My dream. Becoming a Dragonologist so I might have a chance to interact with those fantastic beast, and where to find them! Maybe finding a friend like me on the way... but who knows?