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Backstory

When I was just four or five years old, I accidentally made the urn with my uncle's ashes explode to pieces. That sure wasn't fun for my aunt, but it was hilarious to me. My magical journey started then, and it hopefully won't end any time soon.

I was born and raised in a small and closed community, mostly comprised of my relatives. Some of them used magic, and some didn't, but we generally did our best to keep to ourselves. My late uncle is the only member of the family who went to Hogwarts, and I learned more about magic through his textbooks. Many nights I'd lie in my bed, flashlight in hand, and try to cast spells using a wooden stick. It didn't work 9 out of 10 times, and the remaining one that it did, I usually set something on fire.

Eventually, I got my letter from Hogwarts, and boy, was I excited. No one else was, though - no one but my aunt. Even though I destroyed and burned most of her furniture over the years, she was more than happy to take me wizard shopping. I got myself a kitten named Luci, and replaced wooden sticks with a proper sturdy wand. Finally, my mother and aunt saw me off from King's Cross station, and with a strange stroke of luck, I ended up in Gryffindor (though I always felt I was more of a Ravenclaw at heart). Since I never had much contact with outsiders, I'm sure it won't be easy to adjust, but I'm more than happy to be here!