My prince is not coming on a white horse. He’s obviously riding a turtle and definitely very lost.
- Joined April 2020
- Member of Gryffindor
- 10 House Points
- 1st Year
- United States
Backstory
HOUSE: GryffindorWAND: Aspen Wood, Phoenix feather, 11 inches, supple flexibility
PATRONUS: Hippogriff
ANIMAGI: Rabbit
BOGGART: My mom completely evil
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
FAMILY: Sophia (Mom), Cole (Brother), Zach (Dad), Olivia (Step mom)
FAVORITE SUBJECTS: Charms and HoM
USUAL GRADES: E and O
PETS: Brown ferret (Ash)
HOBBIES: Quidditch, reading, and baking
AMORTENTIA: Grass, vanilla, and watermelon
APPEARANCE: Dirty blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, average height, light skin
PERSONALITY: Kind, funny, not shy, smart, sarcastic, talkative, a bit mistrustful
My mom is a witch and my dad is a muggle. My mom was taken by the death eaters when I was 5 and my brother was 6. My dad remarried 2 years later to a muggle woman. When my brother Cole got his Hogwarts letter we were sure that he was a muggle-born because our dad has raised us as muggles even though he knew of the magical world. A year later, I got my Hogwarts letter. My brother and I were very close and we got onto the platform together. But someone was waiting for us on the other side. Our mom has been believed to be dead, so we were shocked that she stood there smiling at us. She told us that she had joined Voldemort, she was one of his greatest supporters. We were horrified, yet glad that we finally got to meet our mother. We would spend a few weeks every summer with her from then on. We pretended not to hear her talking through the fire with other death eaters, but it was hard. Especially when they came to our house, like the time Voldemort did. I met him, it was horrible! But then Voldemort met his downfall and my mom was killed. They had tried to take her Azkaban but she fought and eventually was killed.