- Joined September 2017
- Member of Ravenclaw
- 0 House Points
- 1st Year
- United Kingdom
Backstory
I lived in a rich upper class family, pure bloods. We were spiteful and spoilt I see that now. My father was the headmaster of Durmstrang at one point. My father was a horrible man, full of cruelty and anger. My mother was lazy and fat, only wishing for herself to have more cake and chocolate. My eldest brother: Arma was just like father. He was silent and torturing, hurting any person he could whenever. My younger brother was spoilt and got what he wanted when he wanted. I was the worst. Posh and snobby, i hated anything that was not posh and cleaned. I treated the house elves like slaves. Then one night Arma and me had a big argument. I was starting to see how disgusting our family was, and ad written in my diary that I planned to leave at sixteen and become a better person. Arma then accused me of insulting father and the families name, because he had read it being a nosy brother. Our argument got more and more heated until he lashed out and threw a spell at me, and before I knew it I had too, and we were battling furiously. Blood poured down my face, and his t-shirt was drenched. He then shot a powerful curse I wasn't ready for, and I died instantly. I haunt my family a lot, and although my mother mourned a bit, after a month it was like nothing had changed, I am glad to have died, I can now be a better person and not one of them.
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