[No Name]

Backstory

When my Hogwarts Letter arrived, both my parents weren't the least bit surprised. They're both pure-blooded, so it would not make a lot of sense if their only child wasn't magical. Stuff happened. The only thing worth noting was the pet fiasco. No, I didn't get a pet if that's what you're thinking. Wanted one, though. Parents thought I was too "irresponsible". They're not wrong, but I would rather swallow Dumbledore's beard than admit it.

I got sorted into Hufflepuff. But not before an argument with the hat. The darned thing wanted me into Slytherin. Very persistently too. No offense to the Slytherins, I love them. But my best friend had already been sorted into Hufflepuff. Her innocence and naiveness make her an easy target. That's why I couldn't let her out of my sight. She also just can't make friends. Very quiet, that one. Despite my earlier statement, I would swallow anyone's beard for her. I guess the hat took note of that and finally gave in.

My times there at the school are not bad. I enjoyed DADA, Charms, and History of Magic quite immensely. Really good at Flying and Potions for some reason. Hated Divinations. And somehow got labeled as a hot-headed, stubborn delinquent (mostly amongst Hufflepuffs) and a very polite, very quiet student (mostly amongst teachers). How I managed both titles at the same time I will never know. I like to imagine it's the Slytherin in me (which mind you, take up the majority of "me").