Romane Ambrose

Backstory

Ever since I was a child, it's always been me, myself, and I. I've never had help and I've always been, what the so-called 'normal world' calls, different. I was born a half-blood, from my father's side. However, my mother didn't know this. By the time I was seven, she was fully convinced there was something 'odd' about me, and my father tried to assure her I was fine. The thing she noticed was my eyes. They changed with each emotion I had. If I was sad, they were a dark satin blue. Of I was angry, they ranged anywhere from a fiery red to a dark blood velvet. She didn't listen to my father's pleas. She though I was some, spawn of Satan and that I should be taken out of the house. After weeks of prying and pleading to my father, they did. They just, kicked me out. My mother worded it, and I quote, "This may help you, it may not. We have no clue what the world has in store for you, but all we know is you don't belong here. We are providing you with a week's supply of food and water, and you may bring one satchel of clothing and other wants and needs. Hopefully you can find a place by then. Your father and I wish you the best of luck Romane. From this point forward, you are all on your own." I packed up and went my ways. They were right about one thing, however. I did find a place within a week. I found an abandoned shop just a few miles south of my parents' home was. I laid out my bedding, clothes and other accessories, and from then on I will beg and barter for money just for food. I manage to get by for 4-5 years until I realize that I cannot do this for the rest of my life. That is when I remembered. My father once told me of a magical place. A place where I can pursue my studies of the elements of the world. How exactly one can twist them for the greater good. Hogwarts.