I grew up in London and always wanted to learn about the magical arts. I am a pure blood. I had no siblings growing up. The first time I figured out I had magic was when I got really mad at my father for blaming me for something I didn’t do, and then I accidentally broke a random window when I wasn’t near one. My father was very surprised. I didn’t know what happened so I was very surprised. My parents explained that I had magic like them and that I was a witch. I grew up secluded from many other people. Every night my parents would train me with simple spells. I have a light blonde/white hair. I have very pale skin. I grew up in a big house but it always felt lonely. There was so much room with nothing in it. I didn’t have to do much because my parents had maids. I had one really good friend named Enoch. We tended to hang out most of the time. He was also a wizard. We practiced with each other most days. One of my maids taught me most of the common knowledge. My family were all Slytherins. My parents were quite busy most of the time so I would sneak out with Enoch and go hang out around the woods. I would hang out in my library most mornings just so I could read about other wizards and spells. I never really hung out with muggles.