I loved prancing the school, absolutely loved it! Although my house elf: Andertopa, hated pranking. So it was hard to do when he was around. I was just like Dad, he loved to prank the school too. But mum is a muggle. She's not a witch, but dad still loved her. She's dead, now. She died in a car crash, dad was really upset. And I got into Slytherin, I didn't tell him, but I got yelled at for, I gotten a red envelope. 

    "YOURE IN SLYTHERIN???!!! YOU HAVE DISHONORED THE FAMILY NAME!!! DOBT YOU DARE PULL ANYTHING!!! OR YOU WILL BE IN BIG TROUBLE!!!" Oh no.

  Well, of course I pulled something. Why wouldn't I? But I got dentition. I had blown up a professor, Is that bad? I'm 9, and I blew up a professor!! Ha, I would like someone else to do that. It doesn't matter though. Dad doesn't care. Hopefully.

    Well, dad did care. I didn't know that, I thought he never did.  Mum is the one who cared, dad was always busy is his job at the Ministry of Magic, he had to take over caring when mum died. He's a dad and mum now. But barley home.