Norah Winters

Backstory

Being the daughter of a witch mother and a squib father, no one really questioned my lack of magic. I lived the most of my childhood as a squib with a burning passion for magic, despite not even possessing a tiny speck of it. On the fateful morning of my eleventh birthday, my magic suddenly awoke from its slumber. I was allowed to transfer into the legendary wizarding school, Hogwarts, which had always been my dream. The Sorting Hat had no trouble sorting me into Slytherin.
I’ve never been very good at the whole books and studying, but any practical courses and lessons, where I get to swing my wand, I usually excel at. I do have trouble controlling my magic sometimes, as I required it way later than everyone else it seems, but I’m stubborn and will succeed in the end no matter what.
My greatest weakness would be my fierce ambition and selfishness, as I tend to put myself before everyone else, and I have little respect to spare for those that do not value their magic as much as I. I also tend to become quite passionate doing things that I love, which can become quite all-consuming and blind me to those around me.
I have not thought that much about what I will do after I have finished school, since I tend to stay in the present, rather than the past or future.
After getting accepted into Hogwarts, my dad bought me a fat cat, and we are still trying to get used to each other. His name is Dusty, and he is the laziest, grumpiest and largest cat you will ever meet.