Wand: alder wood, pheonix feather core, 12 1/4", surprisingly swishy flexibility | Patronus: pine marten
- Joined October 2019
- Member of Gryffindor
- 133 House Points
- 1st Year
- United States
Backstory
I've lived the first 11 years of my life in the world of muggles. I didn't know anything about magic, or potions, or floating candles chilling at dinner time. Totally new stuff for me.
Also, I was adopted at birth, so I'm not sure if I'm muggle-born or not.
I had a general idea I was a bit different when I was able to predict things before they happened. They were minor things, and a moment before they occured. Like, knowing my snowglobe would be picked up by my little brother and dropped to the floor. Or knowing that my cousin would enter my room and hit her head on my dresser. I didn't really think anything of it at the time. Until I was 10.
I was playing pretend fairies with my friend on a trampoline. We were jumping around, imagining ourselves flying, when my little brother and his friends decided to join. They pulled themselves onto the trampoline, and pretended they were monsters that hate fairies. I got pretty upset that he ruined our game, and got in a big fight with him. As I yelled at him, the rope of the trampoline started untangling and disattaching itself. It wrapped around his ankles and pulled him upside-down in the air. It was a bit scary, especially since I knew I somehow did that.
Around a year later, I was forwarded a letter from Britain. There wasn't any forwarding sender listed, but inside the international package was my letter to Hogwarts! I was also sent a letter from Ilvermorny around the same time, but ultimately decided to go abroad.
And now I'm here! I just started my first year, and I'm suuuuper hype to learn magic, make friends, and play potentially deadly chess games in the school's underground chambers.