My mother is a squib, she has always loved magic, but has never been able to use it. My father is a muggle-born, he never had that much ability, but was definitely a wizard, that is, until his little sister died eight years ago, since then he has been unable to cast a single spell, he can still make potions, drink them, see magical creatures etc. but he says that all his power has left him. I gave always known that I am magical. I used to be able to make sparks come out of my fingertips when I was angry. This was very upsetting to my mother, so luckily I grew out of it. When I received my letter from Hogwarts by parents were estatic for me. My father took me to Diagon Alley to get my books, but strangely, we didn't atop at Ollivander's wand shop. To my suprise, when we reached home, a dusty wand was sitting at the table, it had belonged to my grandma. The only wand to be custom made by Olivander, it was custom to my mothers mother, who had died before I was born. My parents had been keeping it for me until I was old enough to wield it. It is made of applewood, with an exquisite eagle, made of bronze iminted into its side. Although wands are supposed to choose you, and inharited ones tend to be balky and hard to use, I fell a connection as strong or stronger than if the wand had chosen me ar Ollivanders. When I arrived at Hogwarts I was sorted into Ravenclaw as I expected and am very VERY loyal to my house.