Elliot Brimside

Backstory

I remember the day I received my letter so well. My mother was the one who found it actually. She and my father had never been (their parents couldn't afford it) but with my father's well-paying Ministry job and my mother's odd magical inventions being sold on the side, they had always talked about my future as a Hogwarts student. That's not to say my parent's aren't pureblood; they are. They were just... not as well off as children in comparison to most of the magical community. Their parents homeschooled them and they met in a wizarding homeschooling group. However, they put that past behind them the moment they put my Hogwarts letter in my hands.
I was sitting in my room, reading about dragons. I've always been fantasized by them. My mother softly knocked on the door, giving me just enough time to hide my book. (She didn't believe dragons were a suitable topic for a young lady to be studying, whatever that means.) She was trying to hide her smile, but it was near impossible, and soon she just burst into a grin and thrust my letter into my hands. I was trembling as I smoothed the edges of the parchment.
And now I'm hear. More ready than I've ever been to study magic!