Cordelia Zeniah Sutcliffe

Backstory

"You're a psychotic gargoyle." I grew up hearing those words almost everyday from Muggles who detained me in what they call a Hospital, but from my perception, its what I call prison. I grew up with no family. Discarded me from what I heard. I was detained for having harmed a number of 'em muggles with such power I have not come to known until I was discovered by a Professor in a rather shady name they call it Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was taken away from the facility and was taken to the aforementioned institution. Nobody knows my name and I don't see the necessity for having them known either. I excel at Defense Against the Dark Arts amongst all others, not because I am riveted by its subject, but because I, amongst all others contain the urge of murder under the fascination of the wonders murder and death beholds, the writhing pain and agony, the quivering lips and the shaking voice in the request of sparing their lives. I crave it all for jolly good fun. I am that student you never see nor notice. That student sitting by the window, engulfing herself in solitary and tranquility as her ebony hair flow freely to her shoulder. That student so pale in her lifeless eyes, you'd think of her dead.

Little do they know, the students and the staff, she of depravity has infiltrated the school, waiting for her next meal.